Yao Caihua had indeed seen the golden forest, but she watched the scholar grab the golden leaves and disappear. On that day, she felt that the yin energy was extremely rich and she would never dare to touch it easily.

Telling the truth first makes you lose face, and then you will be suspected by the other three. You kid are unsure and pulling three people to serve as a cushion. It is like pushing yourself to the opposite side of the three. Is the consequence? Those three cold-blooded and ruthless masters will definitely take his life.

After a quick turn, Yao Caihua vaguely said: "Didn't you say you've drunk too much? You just want to chase the scholar. Until you chased Xianyin Mountain, you killed the damn scholar. When you saw the beautiful little girl at the foot of the mountain, you temporarily put the matter of Jinyezi aside."

"Why, I'm kind enough to give you some people a chance to get rich, and I'll forget it if I don't appreciate it, but I still have to doubt me?" After explaining, Yao Caihua bit her back.

Zhao Laomo beat him up: "Yao Xiandi Mo is used to it, just for safety reasons. You also know that when you walk around the world, be careful to make the ten thousand-year-old ship."

Yao Caihua suddenly stopped and pointed forward: "Here."

In fact, it is not necessary for him to say that Zhao Laomo, Zhu Dagang and Zhang Shun could not wait to run out. They all caught the leaves in their hands and were disappointed.

Yao Caihua even threw the leaves to the ground, then crushed them into powder with her feet. She jumped into the feet and cursed: "Scammers, liars, liars, all the scammers are liars."

"Oh, it seems that you want to get the gold first and then go to trouble us." A gentle voice raised, and what caught the four of them was a young man with a sword and a puppy carrying a sword box.

"It's covered in blood, it seems that I've done something bad again?" After looking at it, the young man said to himself, not expecting that the four of them could respond.

Unexpectedly, Yao Caihua, dressed as a young master, twisted her neck and made a clatter. She licked the corner of her mouth and said with a smile: "The girl who plays the pipa tastes really good."

The words were full of playfulness, and half true and half false could not tell the truth. The other three laughed together, full of contempt and provocation. Since Xing Zhen came to his door, a group of demons didn't have to run around.

The young man with swordsman was furious and sighed and said to himself: "I have done some thoughts in the tea shop, and now I can save it."

He lowered his head and told the puppy who followed him, "Look at it with peace of mind. If anyone escapes, he will be killed by letting out the flying sword."

While the boy raised his arm, a loud roar came from behind the four people. Three bronze armored strong men fell from the sky, and dust filled with dust. Three giants in the dust stepped forward, and the earth roared slightly.

Zhao Laomo and the other four were surprised and turned around and were on guard. After seeing the truth clearly, they relaxed collectively. The bronze armored strongman was not threatened, and the four of them went out to fight quickly. Leaving a warrior in the second level behind them, it would not pose a threat to them.

The young man Xing Zhen, who was carrying the sword, suddenly drew out the heavy sword and slashed. The sword was on the side of his hand. This time he was really angry. He was not the order of punching first and then slashing the sword, but directly gave the enemy a fatal blow.

The young man suddenly rushed forward, and a light smoke was as fast as the wind, approaching Yao Caihua in the last place in an instant. He swept across the heavy sword and cut off his head with a blunt weapon. The blood flying sword covered the golden yellow and replaced it.

Xing Zhen, who had a heavy sword in his hand, was too fast, and he did not give Yao Caihua any chance to react. He failed to stop with one blow, and stabbed his sword straight out with both hands.

Zhu Dagang, who was in a crisis, had no time to dodge and just looked back and observed. What caught his eyes was despair and fear, and he saw the dark heavy sword inserted into his heart.

Xing Zhen was indifferent and ruthless, so he pulled out Xing Zhuo and kicked the fat man away. He took a step forward, raised the heavy sword over his head and slashed it down.

He faced the *** head-on and turned around to block the attack, and the latter shattered. The punishment attack did not diminish and slashed rapidly, and Zhang Shun's head was pounding.

Everything happened only between three breaths, and the three bronze armored strong men had just stood firm. They were just the giant in the middle, and they punched Zhao Laomo.

The mature spirit senses dangers are more sensitive than others. After knocking off the bronze armored strongman with one punch, he seemed to take advantage of the victory and stepped on the ground halfway. He rose up from the ground and made up his mind not to run away in love.

As I jumped to the treetops, I gently tapped my toes to continue to bounce and then left the place. Then, I fell straight and thundered into the ground with a loud bang.

The flying sword with a thumb-long human favor slowly flew back to the sword box. The puppy was quite satisfied with the killing power of the flying sword, jumping and cheering.

An old monk walked slowly in the ancient temple and met a child and a novice monk. The horoscope was somewhat similar to that of an old monk.

The old monk asked: "Where is the joy of a child? What is the joy of a child?"

The child replied: "No!" The child was penetrated into the old monk.

The old monk took a step forward and stood up as a young novice monk. The novice monks and the old monks had a little more similarity.

The old monk asked: "Set up your ambitions, set up your ambitions?"

The young novice monk replied: "Let's make ambition."

As if it were exactly the same, the young novice monk was immersed in the old monk's body. The next one was a young monk, who was somewhat similar to the old monk.

The old monk asked: "What is the purpose of reading? Is it still rich and powerful to realize my wishes."

The middle-aged monk replied: "Wealthy and powerful."

The middle-aged monk is more like the old monk.

The old monk asked, "The power is coming?"

The young monk replied: "It's not enough."

In this way, every step the old monk would pass by a monk. The more he went backwards, the more he looked like the old monk. There was only one difference. All monks, whether young children or old people, had dark faces. What remained unchanged was a question and answer.

"There is a stalemate for desire?"

"No."

“There is a price for desire?”

"Do whatever you want."

"Do you regret it?"

"I regret it, I want to do it again."

"How should you choose between desire and her?"

The last one, except for the dark face, was exactly the same as the old monk. If he didn't speak, he would think that the dark one was a statue.

The dark old monk replied, "You are me, I am you, why do you ask?"

There was only one old monk left in the corridor, sighing heavily and talking to himself: "Oh, all the answers of the three souls and seven spirits are wrong in the eyes of the world. But that is me, the path I have walked and the things I have done."

"I'm so old that I'm getting so handsome that I'm seeing her."

The old monk asked and answered: "Do you regret it?"

"Maybe."

“How is it fun to be used?”

“Bitty.”

"Hey, someone is coming outside, let's stop here today."

The old monk opened the gate of the ancient temple and welcomed Xing Zhen and others. Since he knew that Su Qingyi was in Xianyin Mountain, he would naturally not miss any corner and would not miss any opportunity to inquire.

The old monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "I don't know if the donors came and were welcomed by far, so there was no incense in the temple. If you want to worship, please look for another temple."

Xing Zhen held his fists and replied: "The master misunderstood. It's too late for us to go here. I want to stay in the temple for a while. I have any trouble, so I'd like to forgive me."

The old monk Gu Jing Wubo replied: "I guess he was a righteous man who came to Xianyin Mountain to capture Yin things. The temple could not do anything. Leave an empty room for the heroes to rest. It is a good deed, so I should do something. Several donors are invited."

The old monk was very complimented and gave in to Xing Zhen and others, so that Xing Zhen and others could enter. However, Xing Zhen and others were hesitant and wanted to speak but stopped.

The old monk recited the Buddha's name again and said, "Seem is empty and color. There are only one person in the temple, and there are no other novice monks. The female donor can enter and rest without disturbing others."

The temple is not big, with two rows of wing rooms in the east and west, and a main hall in the middle. Although it does not accept incense, there is no reason to not worship when entering the temple.

After entering the Great Hall, Xing Zhen, Dumpling Ling and others were stunned. There was not a single statue, and the place where the Buddha should have stood in front of the three cushions. There was only the incense burner and no Buddha statue. It was originally a Buddha statue sitting cross-legged, but it was a flat stone platform.

Even though I was Dandelion, I have been through more than one big state, and it was the first time I saw this scene. I was not only curious about asking.

The old monk's answer was extremely simple: "The Buddha is in his heart."

Dandelion suddenly realized and thought to himself that he would record it in his notes for a while.

After entering the ancient temple, Lan Shanshan was the most excited. She had no cold air and did not need Xing Zhen and others to hold hands to input internal strength. Invisibly, it added a lot of ease to Xing Zhen and Dandelion.

After entering the hall, Xing Zhen said nothing, staring at the stone platform where the Buddha statue was sitting cross-legged. He had excellent eyesight and careful observation, and found a red feather like hair.

Half red and half pitch black as ink, hidden in the cracks of the stone platform. Even if a feather is taken in front of others, it will not care.

The realm of punishment is different. After the realm of spiritual cultivation is activated, the vision that is originally different from that of ordinary people will go further. You can see the delicate textures in your appearance clearly.

Every person or animal's hair has its own unique texture. Xing Zhen, who has been good at observing textures since childhood, can recognize this little red-looking feather with a look.

Not only did I hold my fists and ask: "Please, have you seen a bird that is red and full of flames. As for the size, I am not sure. I have separated for too long and don't know how I am growing now."

The old monk replied without thinking: "There are only me in the temple all year round, and there are not even people who come here to rest and stay. You came because the court paid money to buy evil things, otherwise it would be difficult for the temple to see others."

"Xianyin Mountain is rich in yin energy, and no wild beasts survive here. As for monsters, there must be no, so there is no red bird that the donor mentioned."

Xing Zhen did not break the casserole and asked to the end, but said thanking him without saying anything. Although the ancient temple does not require incense, since he has arrived at the temple, burning incense and worshiping Buddha must have it, otherwise it will appear disrespectful to the Buddha.

After all, Buddhism is one of the three major gangs, and it guards Posa Prefecture all year round. In order to trap the endless mundane life of the Dragon Continent, Buddhism does not have the so-called peace and peace. Instead, it faces the demon clan of the wild continent and is forged in blood and fire.

Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all beings, but Buddhism does not like to compete for merit and fame. It does not require the world to praise them. However, as a human being, one must not forget the kindness, and one cannot give without asking for it.

At the repeated requests of Xing Zhen and Dandelion, the old monk took out the incense in the temple. Incense must be purchased by oneself to be considered sincere. What others give for free can only be regarded as other people's incense.

The old monk kept saying that there was no need for much silver. If you had to, just give a copper coin to each person.

Xing Zhen and Dandelion naturally would not be so honest that Yumu was not good at it. They gave enough double portions of incense silver. Even Lan Shanshan's one after another helped him advance the money. This kind of money would be replaced in the future. If you don't have it, you can pay it less, even if you pay a copper coin.

Staying at night, Xing Zhen lives in the same room with Dandelion and the puppies. Lan Shanshan stays here and refuses to leave. The reason is very simple, and she is afraid.

Xing Zhen and Dandelion were speechless. The Buddhist temple was pure and not as cold as outside. Besides, fear, pretentious or other intentions.

When the enthusiastic old monk pushed the door and brought the vegetarian meal, he saw the man and woman in the same room full of surprise. He showed a strange smile that was hard to understand, which made Xing Zhen and Dandelion want to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Dandelion was more active and hurriedly smoothed out: "Master is so polite, he actually delivered the meal himself."

Then the Changran man felt a silence. There was only an old monk in the ancient temple. If he didn't give it to him, who else could give it to him?

Dandelion was hesitant and full of apology. The old monk chanted the Buddha's name and placed the vegetarian food directly on the dining table in the middle of the house.

Xing Zhen finally discovered Dandelion's embarrassment and quickly stood up and folded his fists: "Thank you, Master, it's really hard for you to take care of a temple by yourself. We can't eat and drink for nothing."

He took out some broken silver and handed it to the old monk and said politely: "If you don't respect me, I'll accept it."

The old monk said: "Buddhist avoids greed, and the donor's incense money is more than wrong in eating this meal, so there is no need to be polite."

After saying that, the old monk took out four golden leaves in his arms and gave them to Xing Zhen and others. There was also one puppy to express his gratitude.
Chapter completed!