Along the narrow winding mountain road, the grandson and the grandson rode on the back of the altar beast slowly moving forward.

When the mountain breeze blows by, the steep cliffs make people frightened.

But for a demon like Wang Le, who crawled out of the sea of ​​blood, it is really not worth mentioning.

The other young people walking on the mountain road were not much better. They all looked pale and didn't dare to look around.

This made Wang Le, who was still indifferent to his face, look a little different from others.

Liu Shiyong was surprised to see his grandson being so bold.

No one knows more about his grandson’s virtue than him.

Not to mention that he is as timid as a mouse, but he is just as ordinary.

It is said that walking among these cliffs would not be so calm, right?

"I've really grown up."

Liu Shiyong, who couldn't figure it out, could only comfort himself in this way.

Anyway, it’s not a bad thing to be brave.

The Buddha Mountain where Dazhaoyuan Temple is located is more than 2,000 meters above sea level. It is not short, but it is not much taller.

It is obviously difficult to climb to the top in one go if it is an ordinary person.

But for people like Wang Le and Liu Shiyong who ride the altar beast, don't be too relaxed.

In less than half a day, many people who set up camp by the lake last night and wanted to worship Dazhaoyuan Temple appeared one after another on the square that was specially opened up on the mountainside.

Wang Le and Liu Shiyong rode the altar beast along the mountain road and took about an hour to arrive here.

Liu Shiyong learned from others and fostered his mount, alive beast, in an open space outside the square.

Anyway, there are outer disciples from Dazhaoyuan Temple there that can't be discarded.

However, the grandfather and grandson did not stay in the square for long, and were soon taken away by a middle-aged monk who came down from the mountain.

This made the others on the square look envious after seeing this scene.

"Little donor, is there any problem with the ring scar on my head?"

The middle-aged monk who was leading the way suddenly turned back to Wang Le and asked with a smile.

Before Wang Le could respond, Liu Shiyong's face darkened and shouted to Wang Le: "Don't be rude to the master!"

"Uh!" Wang Le's mouth twitched slightly, and then he quickly bowed to the middle-aged monk and apologized: "Boy Meng Lang, please don't be surprised by the master!"

At the same time, Wang Le muttered secretly: "This illusion world is becoming more and more real, and even the Buddhists of the ancient times of the Burial Emperor Star appeared here."

How come Wang Le devoured the incomplete memory of Fairy Jinghong's distracting spirit when he was buried in the Emperor Star.

Fairy Jinghong was the Mahayana powerhouse in the ancient times of Burial Emperor Star.

Then it is normal that there is content of Buddhist Taoism in the incomplete memory that Wang Le swallowed and read.

The reason why Wang Le kept staring at the ring scar on the head of the middle-aged monk was because the appearance of the ring scar came from the Buddhist tradition of the ancient times of the Burial Emperor Star.

I saw that there was a flesh-red five-pointed star inside the ring scar, which brought people a mysterious visual impact and was full of mystery.

It is precisely because of this that when Wang Le saw the ring scar on the middle-aged monk's head, he immediately thought of the Buddhist tradition of the ancient times of Burial Emperor Star.

"Can this illusion world evolved from the Burial Emperor Star in the ancient times?"

Wang Le couldn't help but analyze and speculate in his heart.

Unconsciously, Wang Le's curiosity was sucked out.

Of course, the middle-aged monk and Liu Shiyong would not have thought that the well-behaved and sensible little guy had already wandered around and didn't know where to fly.

After a while, under the guidance of the middle-aged monk, the grandfather and grandson followed the trail in the mountain and took a shortcut to the top of the peak.

I saw that the flattened peaks were extremely vast, with rows of buildings everywhere.

Monks wearing yellow monks robes shuttled between the palaces, but they all seemed very quiet.

Even if there were three or five groups of monks gathered together to speak, they would whisper, fearing that they would break the peace at the top of the peak.

As the clouds roll and unfold, it seems that we have arrived at the Buddha's kingdom of Western Paradise. Even if the devil who is slaughtering here can wash away a sound of hostility.

I saw that Wang Le's eyes first showed an addiction and peace, but it was washed away in the blink of an eye and returned to a calm look.

To be more precise, Wang Le's eyes were full of vigilance and indifference at this time.

"Hmph, I want to use this Buddhist Ninghe to let my uncle convert and let go of his persistence. It's really a fantasy!"

Wang Le couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Of course, it may be that I was thinking too much, but in this illusion world, traps are everywhere, and even if Wang Le is vigilant, it is reasonable.

Walking on the bluestone slab full of time, Wang Le was thinking about the next visit to Dazhaoyuan Temple.

Could it be that it is really a monk here?

This is obviously not what Wang Le wants.

But there is no way to break the deadlock at the moment.

Wang Le thought about it, and suddenly looked up at the sky, revealing a thoughtful look.

"Since you want to break free from the cage of illusion, then isn't it enough to break the void and leave this world?"

Wang Le couldn't help thinking in his heart.

This is because of the scar of the ring that reminds Wang Le of the Burial Emperor Star.

This made me think of the later things that broke the void.

"Maybe you can give it a try." Wang Le murmured in his heart.

Apart from this, Wang Le really couldn't think of any other way to break the deadlock.

Since you want to give it a try, you have to work hard to practice martial arts and improve your strength, otherwise it would be just a fantasy.

Although Wang Le's body's martial arts talent is really average, it can't stand his soul!

Even if he did not bring the powerful bloodline of qualitative transformation and the Delusion-breaking Dharma Eye to this illusion world, Wang Le could still improve his subsequent cultivation speed with his rich experience.

Just following the middle-aged monk to his destination, thinking about the next thing to do to practice martial arts from scratch, unconsciously crossing most of the peak and coming to a Zen temple that doesn't seem to be rising.

When the middle-aged monk took the lead in crossing the threshold and entering the open Zen temple, Liu Shiyong did not follow him immediately, but instead solemnly tidy up his crown and clothes on his face, and then took Wang Le into the door.

After passing through the quiet and deserted front yard, the three of them came to the eaves of the main house and stopped.

"Master, donor Liu is here." The middle-aged monk stood in front of the door and told softly to the room.

"Come in!"

Just as an old sound came from the house, the closed door of the main room was automatically opened without wind and slowly from the inside.

The first thing that caught my eye was a Buddha statue and a wooden fish placed in front of the middle hall.

Then a hunchbacked old monk wearing a red cassock turned his back to Wang Le and others, and sat quietly in front of the Buddha statue.
Chapter completed!