Lingyin Zhong!
Qin Feng solemnly took over the mottled old bronze bell with both hands, and his divine sense permeated it.
Immediately, the scenes of scenes from the Lingyin Temple for countless years flashed across Qin Feng's sea of consciousness, and inside were all scenes of various disciples knocking on the Buddha.
The magnificent aura spreads, and it can even faintly suppress Qin Feng's sea of consciousness.
"It's really a treasure."
Qin Feng was slightly surprised.
Buddhism can still have this effect.
"Everyone is waiting for the good news."
"The underworld, the underworld, the ghost world, the cosmic black realm, these places have never left their lives, and the Nether Sea can do the same."
"Underneath, I will definitely be able to take Jinghai Xinlian out of the Nether Sea, and relieve Zen Master Huijue of the strange poison."
Qin Feng said firmly.
A kind of innate self-confidence also made Yuanzhen and others feel at ease inexplicably.
"It deserves to be Master Qin who is not even afraid of the immortal world."
Zhao Tiange's eyes flickered slightly, and there was also a trace of expectation in his eyes.
"Netherworld Sea, I also want to make a breakthrough and open my eyes."
Zhao Tiange laughed loudly, and said proudly.
Zhao Tiange's arrogant words also aroused the pride in the hearts of many Lingyin Temple elders and Yuan Zhen in the Discipline Hall.
"The poor monk leads the way for the two benefactors."
Yuan Zhen took a step forward.
"Yuanzhen..."
The commandment hall first said two words, but after seeing the firm look on Yuan Zhen's face, the voice stopped, and finally turned into a sigh.
In Lingyin Temple, whoever is closest to Zen Master Huijue is none other than Yuanzhen.
Had it not been for the elders of Lingyin Temple three times to dissuade him, Yuan Zhen would have been in the Nether Sea already.
Now the three groups of elders of Lingyin Temple have fallen into the Nether Sea, and Lingyin Temple no longer has the ability to organize the fourth group of elders to explore the Nether Sea.
Possibly, this trip of Qin Feng and Zhao Tiange was the last effort of Lingyin Temple.
"Never mind, let him go."
The first person in the precepts hall put his hands together, and said solemnly: "Treasure."
Immediately, Qin Feng, Zhao Tiange, and Yuan Zhen tore through the void and set foot on a treasure boat made by Lingyin Temple with its thousand-year-old iron paulownia wood, riding the wind and waves toward the depths of the East China Sea.
"Huh? The people from Lingyin Temple?"
"The fourth batch of bald donkeys?"
At the end of the sky, a group of people in black who were monitoring Lingyin Temple saw Baozhou heading east, and suddenly took out a bronze mirror with waves of water.
"There are only three people, two ancient gods and three heavens, and one ancient god and four heavens. Is this going to die?"
"Send these three little guys, and Lingyin Temple is also out of skill."
During the words, these people in black looked at the scene reflected in the bronze mirror, and said with their lips curled.
"If these bald donkeys can't bring back Jinghai Xinlian, will the Saint Child send us to Netherworld?"
With that, the man in black has tight clothes, and there is a deep fear between his pupils.
"Hey, damn bald donkey."
"If you don't bring back Jinghai Xinlian, I will slaughter Lingyin Temple."
These people in black gritted their teeth and said, extremely contradictory in their hearts.
They hoped that Lingyin Temple would find Jinghai Xinlian, but they didn't want the other party to win a big victory.
Within Baozhou.
Qin Feng frowned slightly, his eyes pierced through the endless void, and faintly fell on the man in black.
"These guys are watching us."
"It should be the person sent by Tianzhu Shengzi."
Qin Feng said to himself.
"Why, what did you find?"
Zhao Tiange noticed the change in Qin Feng's expression and couldn't help but asked curiously.
"I found a few prying little friends, it's not in the way."
Qin Feng waved his hand indifferently, and didn't tell Yuan Zhen, so as not to make waves.
The most urgent task is to find Jinghai Xinlian to save the life of Zen Master Huijue.
As for the son of Tianzhu, if he dared to interfere, Qin Feng didn't mind slapped to death.
"Oh, in that case, wait until the end of the journey to the Nether Sea."
After Zhao Tiange heard this, he also didn't care at all.
Since the Guangyuan Buddhist Association five hundred years ago, Zhao Tiange has not faced these prying stinky fish, rotten shrimps, and just a bunch of rubbish.
Not worthy of too much attention.
Upon seeing the case, Yuan Zhen was too embarrassed to ask questions, but there was an additional worry in his heart.
"Is it really the conspiracy of Tianzhu Shengzi?"
Yuan Zhen condensed his eyebrows and thought.
Speaking of it, Lingyin Temple didn't doubt at first, this matter has something to do with Tianzhu Shengzi.
But after three consecutive groups of elders fell into the Netherworld Sea, Lingyin Temple also had to suspect Tianzhu Shengzi.
However, Lingyin Temple has no strength to deal with Tianzhu Shengzi for the time being, so it can only give up.
"Hmph, Tianzhu Shengzi, if you are really yours, I won't forgive me if I am broken."
A ray of hatred shot out from Yuan Zhen's eyes.
Tianzhu Buddha Kingdom, Lotus Sect.
Yao Zhen walked up to the Holy Lotus Mountain with a face full of frost, and walked towards the left side of the vast Holy Lotus Mountain.
In front of the rumbling Qianzhang Waterfall, a fortified Buddhist temple stands quietly.
Yao Zhen walked to the gate of the Buddhist hall.
"Yao Zhen begged to see the son."
Yao Zhen arched his hands and said to the two gatekeepers holding the magic pestle.
"The Son is practicing, Mr. Yao, please wait."
One of the gatekeepers is holding the magic pestle in his hand. He looked up at the sky and refused directly.
According to the habits of the Son in the past, the three quarters of Youshi is the time for the Son to practice Buddhism, and there is no time to see guests.
"Then Yao can wait here?"
Yao Zhen lowered his head, trying not to show the hatred in his eyes.
Son of Tianzhu, that is the disciple that Sect Master Lianhua likes the most.
There are even rumors in the Kingdom of Tianzhu Buddha that when the lord of the Lianhuazong ascends to the wonderland of Lingshan, the Lianhuazong will be handed over to the son to preside.
And the lotus sect is the backstage sect of the Tianzhu Buddha Kingdom, dominating everything in the Tianzhu Buddha Kingdom.
Therefore, even Yao Zhen didn't dare to be rude in Lianhuazong, for fear of attracting hostility from the Son of God.
If his stupid brother hadn't died in Lingyin Temple, Yao Zhen would not have come to Lotus Sect.
"Come in."
The two gatekeepers did not respond yet, and a very magnetic voice came from inside the strict Buddhist hall.
Hearing this sound, the two gatekeepers were taken aback.
"Mr. Yao, please come in."
The two goalkeepers stepped aside.
The austere Buddhist hall covers a vast area, and along the way, various solemn buildings are dotted with it. It is not so much a Buddhist hall as a royal palace.
Along the way, Yao Zhen did not squint.
There were no clever voices from Yingying and Yanyan around the temple.
Yao Zhen didn't dare to take another look, and went straight into the middle door of the Buddhist hall and into a huge hall.
"Yao Zhen worships Saint Son."
Yao Zhen bowed his hands and bowed deeply to the ground.
"stand up."
Tianzhu Shengzi said lightly.
He sits high on the top of the sitting hall, like the emperor of a human dynasty, dominating everything.
"What's the important thing?"
Shengzi Tianzhu sitting in the cloud, holding a fiery red figure in both hands, looked down faintly.
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