Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

"Amitabha, good and good, and poor, the law, Yan Chen, the life of the teacher, with Xiao Chen back to Lingyin Temple."

At the moment when the law sounded, there was a silver ray that cut through the sky.

The light fell with the sound, but it was a young monk, with red lips and white teeth, bright teeth, handsome appearance, and childishness.

It is obviously a little shame, but it is said to be barren, and this is a funny scene.

Why is this little monk, the length is too handsome, but the feeling is quite cute.

Taimiao Zongzu frowned: "Little monk, here is not where you should come, quickly leaving."

Yan Chen said seriously: "I have seen Zongzu, this is the abbot's autobiographical order. This is the warrant of my teacher's loyalty, and I also asked Zongzu to look over."

Two points of the warrant, one is the abbot of Lingyin Temple, and the other is the master of the cloud.

"Zong Zu!"

The great emperor Wang Fei flashed a trace of anxiety in his eyes, and he persuaded him to let him not take too much and directly took Xiao Chen.

"Slightly safe."

In the eyes of the Taimiao Zongzu, there was a look of suspiciousness. After receiving two warrants, the look changed a bit.

The autographer of the abbot, which reads Xiao Chen under the Lingshan Mountain, is a big city in the city, affecting many temples, destroying the incense, and sin. Hereby send Yan Chen down the mountain, catching Xiao Chen back to the temple to be punished to purify his heart and cleanse his sins.

The other one is the command of Master Yunyun, which means that the identity of the little monk is not false, but his disciple.

Two warrants, complement each other, are absolutely true, absolutely wrong.

Taimiao Zong Lao had the heart to find some mistakes and omissions, and he couldn’t help but squander the flaws. He had no choice but to return the warrants.

"Xiao Chen! You led the crowd to make troubles in Yancheng, destroying the temple of Buddhism and injuring the innocent pilgrim. The sin is deep, and I, in the command of the teacher, catch you back to redemption."

Yan Chen took over the warrant and looked at Xiao Chen in a dignified manner. Shen Sheng said: "I don't confess."

Others only felt a little embarrassed, and such a big thing, almost ruined a small half of Yancheng, and there were many people who died under the Emperor's hand.

Finally, Xiao Chen, even to be destroyed by the Lingyin Temple, hurt the pilgrims to take away.

The eye seems to be sanctioning Xiao Chen. In fact, it is clearly excusing him.

"Destroying the temple, it really shouldn't be."

Was taken away by the Taimiao Zongzu, the ghost knows that it can still come back, the little monk appeared very timely, Xiao Chen naturally did not refuse the reason for his human feelings.

Snapped!

Yan Chen jumped up and slammed Xiao Chen’s head and angered: "There is no sincerity. You are really sinful and follow me."

Xiao Chen was photographed a little embarrassed, and then was quickly taken away by Yan Chen, leaving a group of people who were stunned.

"Yan Chen, Yan Chen... How does this law number sound familiar?"

The great emperor sighed a few words, and there was a trace of suspiciousness in his eyes. After a long sound, he suddenly woke up: "It is him, the silver knife is a little konjac!"

Everyone suddenly woke up, reminiscent of the silver rainbow light when the young monk appeared, but it was really a silver knife.

"Zong Zu, there may be swindles in this. The silver knives are notorious, and they are not seen in the temple. How can the abbot be so important to him?"

The great emperor Wang Fei’s eyes flashed, and he said quietly.

The Taimiao ancestors reacted and looked at it, but there are also Xiao Chen and the little monk.

Outside the city.

Hey!

Xiao Chen kept tapping the head of the little monk, whispering: "You guy, no big or small, even playing the big brother in public."

"It hurts, big brother, don't fight."

The little monk rubbed his head with both hands, and left and right to avoid, constantly screaming.

Xiao Chen closes, Shen Yu said: "You should be fake, look at the way you are so hurried to go."

Yan Chen smiled and said: "The warrant is not fake, but what destroys the temple, hurts the pilgrim is my sorrow. Master only wants to see you, let me ask you to come, I don't know if you took such a big trip before I went down the mountain. Misfortune, so you can only take you for one reason."

Xiao Chen laughed dumbly: "You are quite smart, let's go, Lingyin Temple, I want to go and see."

The first holy place of Buddhism, Lingyin Temple, leads the world of Buddhism, and Xiao Chen has a relationship with Buddhism. In particular, he practiced the Moyer Broken Knife, or the Buddha's ban, and perhaps made a breakthrough in Lingyin Temple.

The two did not dare to stay for too long, and quickly rushed to Lingbi Mountain outside the city of Emperor Yan.

On the Lingbi Mountain, there are many temples, the Buddha is full of light, and the pilgrims are endless. They are all grand temples.

Even in the city of Emperor Yan, there has been such a big storm, and at this moment, the pilgrims are still a constant source.

There are both ordinary mortals and warriors who are ill-fated, and all of them are weak.

All living beings are different, and the only thing that is the same is the heart of the Buddha.

At the foot of the mountain, Xiao Chen looks at this holy mountain and feels the power of deep and deep faith, which is contained in the mountains.

That is a kind of vastness, like the ocean, inheriting countless opportunities.

A steady stream of pilgrims, the power of faith accumulated, the Buddha accepts the power of faith and enjoys incense. Then it is transmitted to the believers, forming an orderly cycle, so that it continues to accumulate.

This has caused the scene that Xiao Chen is now seeing. It is huge and cannot be pondered.

The sea of ​​the fragrant beliefs, deep in it, feels like ants are generally weak and small.

Of course, ordinary people can't feel the mystery.

Their intuitive feeling is the blessing of Buddha and light, the peace of mind and body, and thus more religious.

Along the mountain road, after a short walk, many temples can be seen along the way, hidden between the mountains and forests, the incense is full, and the Buddha is rich.

Let this Lingshan Mountain, like being completely bathed in the Buddha's light, walks in it, and has a wonderful feeling of being on the bliss.

Above the foothills, the giant golden body of the Kath Buddha Buddha existed behind him, guiding all the believers down the mountain.

Behind the Buddha, there are Bodhisattvas and Lohan. If they are looming, they are solemn and sacred.

"I heard that Lingyin Temple is not between the mountains. The mortal can't find it when it travels through the mountains. Is it in the Buddha's light of the Buddha of Jiaye?"

Xiao Chen guessed that Lingyin Temple may exist in the Buddha's light secret behind the Buddha's Buddha, and some identity is required to enter.

"Big brother, you really guessed wrong. Lingyin Temple, not behind the Buddha of the Buddha, does not exist in any secret environment, it is between this forest, come with me!"

The little monk is a mysterious smile, leading Xiao Chen into a secluded path. Although the road is hidden, it can be found with heart.

The mountain path, which has been in disrepair for a long time, seems to have been around for many years.

On the mountain road, even if the sky is dark, but the Buddha shines, it is still as bright as day.

Entering this ancient trail, it seems to immediately enter another world, cold and secluded, but it seems more real.

Beside the secluded ancient road, planting a lush pine tree, fretting in the wind.

The white moonlight, some misty on the trail, in addition, there is no other lighting sight.

Xiao Chen’s experience is a mysterious mood, but his heart is suspicious. Is Lingyin Temple at the end of this ancient road.

If it is, it is also a bit rudimentary.

Although this place is remote, if the believer has the heart to look for it, it can definitely be found. Because there is no illusion, nor a secret, it is a simple Qingsong ancient road.

Being in doubt, there is a dark fragrance floating, and the secluded.

Looking up, a rather ordinary old temple appeared ten miles ahead.

There are several laurel trees planted in front of the temple. Under the white moonlight, the sweet-scented osmanthus is bathed with a layer of faint ribbon.

Ten miles away, Xiao Chen can clearly see the naked eye, the three words of Lingyin Temple are written on the temple door.

"It’s really Lingyin Temple!"

Xiao Chen’s eyes flashed a glimpse of an accident, muttering to himself, some unbelievable.

"Qingsong Lingu Road, Baiyue Manhanshan. The winding path is quiet, it is the Lingyin Temple."

Suddenly a squeaking sound followed. Xiao Chen turned his head and saw it. He saw a middle-aged man holding a folding fan and wearing a long sword. Longxing Tiger Steps, the instrument is extraordinary, the eyebrows hide the emperor's temperament, and slowly, but the pressure of freedom is overwhelming.

The people did not deliberately hide this trend, but when Xiao Chen was prepared to use Longwei to resist, he found that the general trend had wrapped him silently.

But there is no discomfort, but it is extremely harmonious, as if you are in this general situation.

"Young people, no doubt, here is the authentic Lingyin Temple."

The mouth of the person came with a smile, and opened the folding fan and said softly.

Xiao Chen said cautiously: "Which is the noble man in the royal family?"

The strength is unfathomable. I don’t know how much higher the emperor’s many emperors. Xiao Chen has just smashed the city of Yan, and has entangled with the royal family. Suddenly seeing the royal master, it is inevitable to be careful.

"Who are you? Is it Tianmeng Xiaochen, or the dragon's Xiaochen, or is it just for the teacher, and the knife rushing to the crown, Xiao Chen?"

The middle-aged man smiled a little and did not answer.

Taking advantage of Xiao Chen’s hesitation, he smiled and said: “So don’t care who I am, you and me are just pilgrims to Lingyin Temple.”

After that, don’t wait for Xiao Chen to answer, go straight to the temple.

Looking at the back of this person, Xiao Chen said: "It's so strong, it gives people the feeling that it can't be defeated."

"Isn't it nonsense? He was the emperor of the dynasty. In the realm of the Yanwu Dynasty, the illusory gods are not necessarily his opponents, let alone the big brother."

The little monk disdained on the sidelines.

Xiao Chen suddenly became shocked, and this suddenly sounded. The man’s waist was exactly the same as the Yanhuangjian who appeared in Qianjinlou.