In the middle gate, before the person arrived, the sound of the loud bell had broken the silence, and it spread across the country for several miles, revealing the deep internal strength of the person.

The master and disciple led the donkey to come, and several tall monks walked out of the middle gate.

"It turned out to be Master Sanyin."

Blessed heart salutes slightly.

"I dare not, I dare not."

The great monks stretched their bodies together and had already reached hundreds of steps. The great monks in charge returned their greetings after hearing this:

"How can you be called a master in front of you?"

"The abbot's senior brother has already known about your letter, so please come in and discuss it in detail."

Monk Sanyin smiled slightly and waved his arms to make a request.

"This time it's a problem."

The blessing heart returns to a smile.

Then, the master and disciple followed the monks into Huangjue Temple surrounded by monks.

The trees in Huangjue Temple are towering, and the air is filled with the smell of incense. From time to time, you can hear chanting scriptures and the crisp sound of wooden fish.

The martial arts practitioners were not slow, and they had walked ten miles away before long. At this time, their vision suddenly opened up, but they had already arrived in front of the main hall of Huangjue Temple.

This place is extremely empty, and at this time, thousands of elite monks were punching under the leadership of a thin old monk, shouting loudly.

The whole body of the martial arts field here is a piece of green steel rock that has been hit by wind and rain for thousands of years.

Qinggang rock is known for its hardness and thickness, but it leaves deep footprints at this time.

Not far away, a big bell hangs high above the stone platform, with mountains, rivers, suns, and moons engraved on the bell skirt. There are countless inscriptions hidden on the bell wall, which seem to be Buddhist scriptures and martial arts secrets.

This big bell is so big that it is bigger than a house. It is golden all over, like a cast of gold and copper, full of desolation and heavyness.

But it was the Emperor Jue Bell.

"Amitabha."

Everyone came here without even looking at it, and only heard a low-lying Buddha's name flowing out of the hall.

An old monk with a short stature, thin and old body, and even his eyebrows turned white, then he floated down.

Come to the square.

"I've seen the abbot!"

Except for many monks who were performing martial arts, the other monks bowed down.

"I can't meet you in trivial matters, so I hope my senior brother will forgive me."

The old monk politely said slightly.

"Why are you guilty of coming uninvited?"

Fuxin shook her head and flashed by.

Longxiangfa Temple has a deep relationship with Huangjue Temple. Although he is a body of divine veins, he dare not easily receive the ceremony of Sankong.

"But I don't know if Master Ikkyu can come out of seclusion?"

Fuxin asked again.

Ikkyu is the most respected person of the Emperor Jue Temple. It is said that he has lived for nearly 300 years, which is even longer than the founding of Dafeng.

Huangjue Temple has been in Liangzhou for two hundred years and was also the result of his bet against Taizu Dafeng.

"The ancestor was in seclusion to meet the appointment with Pang Wanyang. The senior brother asked for it, and the junior brother agreed."

Three blank eyebrows moved slightly and answered.

"Is the master really going to fight Pang Wanyang?"

A solemn expression appeared on Fuxin's face.

Both of them are divine veins, he knows very well what this means.

Is Pang Wanyang so far?

"The world's number one for decades, Pang Wanyang has accumulated a profound momentum, and the Heart Sutra of War Demons has reached an incredible state."

Sankong sighed:

"A few months ago, he wrote a letter, and his divine will was turbulent, and the ancestors were moved by it. They were furious and the Buddha's voice was blew overnight before they could erase it."

Speaking of this matter.

The faces of the monks around him also became solemn.

That night, the sound of Buddha shook the sky and the night, and the collision made many monks tremble.

"I don't want to, he has reached this point."

Fuxin was amazed, but he also took it for granted.

Pang Wanyang had already cultivated into Taiyin Wuji decades ago. He was known as a genius who was born in the Six Prisons Demon Sect and suppressed the world's demons in one fell swoop.

It seems natural that such a person approaches the Heavenly Gate.

"After the ancestor saw that the man wrote the letter, he did not speak for a day, and then wrote a letter and sent someone to the Six Prison Demon Sect. The ancestor did not tell the details, but just shook his head and went into seclusion the next day, and he has not yet left."

Sankong's eyes were solemn.

He had been a child and had stopped studying scriptures and practicing martial arts. He said that he was a ancestor and a master. When he fought for life and death, he naturally felt something in his heart.

"Since Master Ikki gave the war letter in person, I think he is sure."

Fuxin can only comfort her.

"I just hope that the ancestor will succeed in subduing demons, otherwise there will be many troubles in the world!"

Sankong didn't talk too much about this matter. After a change of voice, he asked:

"It's really incredible that the Taoist has not yet become a divine vein, but he is so powerful?"

"Such a person I only see in my life."

Fuxin slowly uttered eight words, and looked up as if his heart was moved.

The great monks also followed.

I saw dragons winding in the sky as the clouds rolled in the sky.
Chapter completed!