"Yuanzhen?"
The first seat of Arhat Hall stopped, and turned his head in surprise.
"I don't know where the donor heard the name Yuanzhen?"
"The name Yuanzhen has not been called by anyone in Lingyin Temple for many years."
The first seat of Arhat Hall was surprised.
"I heard it from a friend."
Qin Feng replied.
"What friend?"
Arhat Hall frowned and thought for a while.
Zhao Tiange turned his head in surprise: "Does Master Qin know the people at Lingyin Temple?"
"It's not an acquaintance, it's just that when I came to the Buddhist realm, my friend asked to pass through the Tibetan realm, and went to the Lingyin Temple on Mount Putuo to visit Master Huijue and see if Yuanzhen was well.
Qin Feng didn't conceal everyone.
"That's it."
Zhao Tiange nodded with a weird expression.
He originally thought that Qin Feng came to Lingyin Temple mainly to understand the memory seal in his mind.
However, it may also be a cover for Qin Feng, and no one knows the real purpose.
The first seat of the Arhat Hall hesitated for a moment, then suddenly preached: "It's true that you don't lie to each other... The poor monk is Yuanzhen."
Hearing this, Qin Feng lost consciousness for a moment.
In the description of King Dawei Deming, Yuan Zhen is obviously a timid little novice monk, how does it compare with this decisive Luohantang first seat
"Are you really Yuanzhen?"
Zhao Tiange looked up and down, muttering to himself: "Could it be such a coincidence?"
"The monks don't slander."
Yuan Zhen folded his hands together, his face was serious.
"The name Yuanzhen was given by a poor monk when he first entered Lingyin Temple. It has been used for a long time. I don't know where the donor heard about it."
Yuan Zhen looked at Qin Feng suspiciously.
It can be said that this is a little secret of his, even a disciple of Lingyin Temple, does not know this secret.
How did Qin Feng, an outsider, learn about it
"King Dawei Deming told me."
Qin Feng answered lightly.
The little monk who was afraid of death in the past has become the first seat of the Luohan Hall, even if the Great Weide Ming saw it in person, he would be dumbfounded.
"What? Is it... Is it him?"
Yuan Zhen's face changed drastically.
He was stunned suddenly, and suddenly recalled those young and green years in his mind.
"Senior brother... is he okay?"
Yuan Zhen asked.
It can be seen that he is also very concerned about King Dawei Deming.
"Everything is well for King Dawei Deming. If it weren't for the troubles of the underworld and the ghost world, maybe he would also go back to Lingyin Temple."
"However, although others have not arrived, they have already entrusted me to visit the teacher's gate."
Speaking of this, Qin Feng paused.
"Master Huijue is okay?"
Qin Feng asked again.
There were two main things about King Deming entrusting Qin Feng, one to visit Master Huijue, and the other to visit the little monk Yuanzhen.
Since the first living of the Arhat Hall is right in front of you, there is only one left, visiting Master Huijue.
"Master!"
Arhat Hall's first look fell lonely.
"Why, what's wrong with Master Huijue?"
Qin Feng was slightly surprised, and hurriedly asked.
Master Huijue's own cultivation level is definitely not weak if he can teach a powerful person like King Dawei Deming.
However, when the cultivator reaches the cultivation base of the ancient gods, years will basically leave no trace on them, and only if there is a problem with the cultivation base will their lives be endangered.
"Hey… "
Yuan Zhen looked up at Qin Feng and finally turned into a sigh.
"But is there something unspeakable?"
Qin Feng didn't want to ask more questions, but it was about King Deming's entrustment, and Qin Feng had to figure out what happened.
Putuo Mountain Lingyin Temple stands tall in the Tibetan realm, and there has never been an accident like today.
Now he was almost wiped out.
There is no secret here, and Qin Feng doesn't believe it at all.
"Master, King Dawei Deming and I have no rebellion, his business is mine."
"If the master believes in the Great Wisdom Deming, please trust me like you believe in the Great Wisdom Deming."
Qin Feng stared directly at Yuan Zhen with scorching eyes.
"Master, how bad can it go!"
Next to him, Zhao Tiange also began to persuade him.
They have all been beaten to the gate of the mountain. If it weren't for Qin Feng and himself, after tomorrow, they wouldn't be chasing the Titian realm. There is no Lingyin Temple.
Hearing what Zhao Tiange said, Yuan Zhen was stunned.
"The donor is right, no matter how bad the situation can go."
"This matter is a long story."
Yuan Zhen bowed his hand to Qin Feng again.
"The cause of the incident is the newly established Saint Son of Tianzhu Buddha Kingdom."
"Three years ago, Tianzhu Shengzi sent people to Lingyin Temple sincerely inviting the head teacher to attend the meeting to discuss Buddhism."
"The head teacher happily attended the meeting, but he didn't know that the ambition of the son of Tianzhu, the wolf son, actually practiced magic skills in private, and was detected by the head teacher.
"In the belief of compassion, the head teacher persuades the son of Tianzhu to turn his head back to the end of the sea of suffering."
"Who would think that Tianzhu Shengzi promised well on the surface, but in private he besieged the master teacher and wanted to put the master teacher to death."
"Fortunately, the master of the Buddha's art and the profound knowledge, only managed to get away with his life, but he was also poisoned, and his consciousness was confused."
"Lingyin Temple went up and down to relieve the strange poison on the palm sect, many times in and out of the Nether Sea, but it was in vain."
"Otherwise, how can a three-year-old kid go to the gate of the mountain?"
Yuan Zhen talked about the cause and effect of the incident.
The several senior monks of Lingyin Temple who followed him also shook their heads and sighed, their expressions even more depressed.
If their leader is not poisoned, how can it be Yao Er and others' turn to be arrogant
"Unexpectedly, the prestigious Son of Tianzhu in the Tibetan realm is such a despicable villain."
Zhao Tiange said bitterly.
Qin Feng was talking to himself, his focus was not at the same place as Zhao Tiange.
"Netherworld Sea, where is that again?"
Qin Feng turned his head and asked Zhao Tiange.
Since the poison on Zen Master Huijue's body can be solved by medicine, it is not without solution in Qin Feng's eyes.
"Netherworld?"
Zhao Tiange murmured to himself, before saying: "That's one of the most terrifying places in the Tibetan realm."
"Have you heard of Fohai Town Demon?"
"In fact, this Netherworld Sea is part of the Buddha Sea, and even the sea of suffering that Master Qin entered into the Buddha Realm can be counted as part of the Buddha Sea."
Zhao Tiange explained.
"Fohai Zhenmo? It's the first time I have heard of it."
Qin Feng's eyes lit up.
"Zhao Shizhu is right, there is indeed the saying of Fohai Zhenmo."
Yuan Zhen also nodded.
The Netherworld Sea, even one of the entrances to the Demon Realm of the Buddha Sea.
There is a terror demon entrenched there all year round, and the environment is treacherous and harsh, which is a great threat to the Buddhist world.
Fohai's suppression of demons is this piece of demon realm interspersed in the cracks of the Buddha world.
Cultivating Buddha is cultivating the mind.
The so-called subjugation of one's heart is to overcome the inner devil.
And these demon barriers were refined and squeezed out, and finally all rushed to the Nether Sea.
Under the long-term backlog, it turned into a demon realm, and countless demon heads have spawned, threatening the Buddha realm.
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