When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

The little white cat was just a dazed effort, and the little monk beside him disappeared. In addition, the origin of this Foguang Temple is unknown, and the good or bad is unknown, which is even more disturbing. So she became anxious all of a sudden, looking left and right to find the figure of the little monk.

The little white cat simply didn't pay attention, but Yun Qingyue saw Tan Xin's whereabouts, so he pointed in the direction of the main hall ahead: "He went in."

Ever since the two of them stepped into this ancient temple together, they didn't see any other people, but the Sanskrit sound, which was still unclear outside the door, filled the ears clearly after entering the door. And the direction from which the Sanskrit sound came was the main hall ahead. If there were still people in the Foguang Temple, they should be in the main hall as well. It's a pity that the light in the main hall is not very good, and you can't see the inside clearly even if you stand far away.

The little white cat poked its head in the arms of the senior sister and looked around, but couldn't see the appearance of the main hall clearly - it was clear that the sky was clear outside, but the inside of the hall was dark, as if the mouth of the abyss was about to choose someone to eat.

After looking at it twice, the little white cat became a little timid, and asked Yun Qingyue, "Senior sister, is the little monk okay?"

Yun Qingyue was not as worried as Little White Cat. As soon as she entered this ancient temple, she felt a sense of peace and harmony, and the Sanskrit sounds beside her ears had the effect of calming her mind, making her feel that there was no danger here. As for Tan Xin, he is a disciple of the Buddha, and he came here for his own chance, and what he experiences during the period is his own business, she can't intervene and doesn't plan to intervene.

But since the little white cat was worried, she took advantage of the situation and said: "Since you are worried, let's go and have a look." Seeing that the little white cat suddenly became nervous, she laughed again: "Just take a look outside, it's okay .”

Relying on the little friendship and affection for the little monk, coupled with the natural curiosity of cats, the little white cat agreed.

One person and one cat went to the main hall, taking a look at this small ancient temple along the way.

As she said, Yun Qingyue did not enter the main hall, but standing outside the hall was enough to see the situation inside—dozens of monks were sitting cross-legged in the hall. It wasn't Yun Qingyue's appearance that disturbed them, the chanting suddenly stopped. No one looked back at her, only the old monk sitting on the head facing his disciples suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were on a person and a cat.

The little white cat was taken aback at first, but when he met those kind eyes, the uneasiness in his heart suddenly dissipated. And the old monk just glanced at them, quickly looked away, and began to lecture.

For modern people who have no faith, Buddhist scriptures are no different from listening to heavenly scriptures.

The little white cat was not interested after hearing a few words, and didn't know what the old monk said. But Yue Mo was excellent, because she finally found Tan Xin, who was sitting cross-legged among the group of monks, listening intently to the old monk's lecture. And as he listened, a golden Buddha's light appeared faintly on his body, presumably he had gained something?

This is indeed the little monk's chance!

The little white cat thought emotionally, raised her head and was about to talk to her senior sister, but found that Yun Qingyue was also listening to the old monk's lecture, and she could not understand the old monk's lecture. !

Following the illiterate self-doubt, Jiang Mo had doubts about his own qualifications.

Fortunately, this doubt was only fleeting, and the little white cat calmed down again as her thoughts fluttered - anyway, she doesn't go out, so what does it matter if she can't understand Buddhist scriptures? Besides, she is a white tiger, and the white tiger is warlike, which is not in line with the peace and compassion of Buddhism. And as a divine beast, who can say that her blood is impure and her aptitude is not good?

In an instant, the little white tiger regained his confidence, as if even the spiritual power in his body was swelled and filled.

But she hadn't had time to pay attention to this change, she turned her gaze, and suddenly felt a "click" in her heart - she didn't have the wisdom to understand Buddhist scriptures, but the senior sister seemed to be listening very intently. Senior sister's talent has always been excellent, it is no exaggeration to say that there is no one in a million. What if her wisdom root is also very good, and after listening to a lecture, she can break the world and change her path to practice Buddhism? !

Although this sounds a bit ridiculous, such things are not unheard of in the world of comprehension. Coupled with the little thought of the tiger cub, even if there is a one in ten thousand possibility, she has to kill that possibility!

The little white cat stood up suddenly, raised its paw, and slapped the senior sister's face several times, almost leaving a paw print on Ruyu's cheek.

Yun Qingyue was immersed in the Dharma at first, but it was not insensible to slap a few slaps on the face. She blinked her eyes lightly, regained her senses, and raised her hand to catch the offending kitten.

The little white cat was caught by its paws, and immediately showed an embarrassing smile: "Senior sister, have you recovered?"

While laughing, she secretly stretched out her tail and hooked the senior sister's wrist, which was self-evident.

Seeing this, Yun Qingyue was helpless, what else could he do? The tiger I raised by myself can only forgive her! It's just that she looked up at the old monk who was preaching scriptures in the hall again, and a little regret flashed in her eyes - it's not something that anyone can hear when an eminent monk talks about the scriptures. It was a chance for Tan Xin to be able to listen to her this time, but it was a pity that she couldn't finish listening.

Fortunately, she has a clear mind, so she doesn't force her to miss it. He just bowed to the old monk who was lecturing in the temple, and left with the careless little white cat in his arms. After walking a few steps, he held the cat ears and gave him a lesson.

The little white cat also knew that his behavior was not good, so he pressed the plane's ear and obediently listened to the training.

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Naturally, Tan Xin's chance could not just be listening to a lecture, but Yun Qingyue and Xiao Baihu are not Buddhist disciples, so the chance of Buddhism has nothing to do with them. Even during the lecture, the little white tiger dragged the senior sister to hide far away.

One person and one tiger had nothing to do, so they wandered around Foguang Temple.

This Foguang Temple is not big, except for the main hall in front where Buddha statues are enshrined, there are only a few houses on the left and right. It seems that one side is a house for monks to rest, and the other side is a guest house for visitors. And go around the main hall to go to the rear, you can see a pagoda standing there abruptly, and the cornice seen from a long distance before is also the eaves of this pagoda.

This pagoda looks no different from ordinary pagodas, the eaves are divided into eight corners, and a simple copper bell is hung on each corner cornice. When the wind blows, it can often drive the copper bell and make a "jingle" sound, which sounds like a quiet music score when listening to it from a distance.

Perhaps it was because the ancient temple was too peaceful, Yun Qingyue and the little white cat inevitably slowed down when they were strolling around, and the slightly impetuous mood also calmed down. Back in front of the main hall, when passing by the row of ginkgo trees, the little white cat picked up a fallen leaf and planned to keep it.

The sound of preaching scriptures in the main hall has not stopped, and Tan Xin still sits and listens to the scriptures.

Yun Qingyue and the little white cat didn't disturb them, and walked past the gate of the hall with light steps. But in the next moment, a loud "bang" came from the gate of the temple, like a stone breaking the heavens, suddenly interrupting the silence here.

The sound of preaching in the hall seemed to pause for a moment, and then continued as if nothing had happened. The tone of the old monk was still unhurried.

However, the noise outside did not stop, but became more and more serious as no one paid attention to it. The little white cat couldn't help rubbing its ears, and looked at the closed temple door: "What's the matter?" After asking what came to mind, he felt that he might have asked nonsense: "Could it be that those demon cultivators sent people here again?" ? How long did it take for the previous batch to die? Do they have so many people?"

When Yun Qingyue entered the secret realm, the entrance had just become chaotic, and the little white tiger also slipped in taking advantage of the chaos. They didn't wait until the end, and naturally they didn't know how many demon cultivators had mixed into the Canglan Secret Realm, but there was no doubt that these demon cultivators had assembled to make trouble.

Righteousness and demons are incompatible, and Yun Qingyue, who was raised by Xuanqingzong of the righteous way, naturally has no affection for demonic cultivators.

She frowned and looked back towards the main hall, then said to the little white cat: "Let's go and have a look first. The Buddha's practice is incompatible with the devil's way, and the identity of the Buddha's son is too special. People of the Demonic Way will not hesitate to hunt down and kill them." After finishing speaking, he felt that something was wrong, after all, Nascent Souls under the age of 50 in the Demonic Way were not mass-produced cabbage, so it seemed a bit outweighed the gain to deal with Tan Xin?

The movement at the gate of the temple has not stopped, and Yun Qingyue has no time to study too much. When she rushed to the gate of the temple with the little white cat in her arms, she saw that the vermilion gate trembled slightly with the sound of the explosion, and the surrounding air also fluctuated from time to time, and it could be seen that the people outside were attacking with all their might.

Yun Qingyue knew a little about the formation, and could tell at a glance that the formation outside had been damaged, and the temple probably couldn't resist it for long. She had an intuition that she couldn't let the demon cultivators outside ruin Tan Xin's affairs, so she simply put down the little white tiger and drew her sword out of its sheath, and took out a dozen or so fifth-level talismans with one hand, intending to catch him by surprise.

Jiang Mo saw her plan at a glance, silently retreated a little bit, and then quietly dropped a ball and rolled it to the corner.

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The rain outside Foguang Temple has not stopped, and outside the closed temple gate all year round, a group of demon cultivators gathered to attack the gate.

Although the demon cultivator who attacked the temple gate was powerful with every blow, he was inevitably **** by the strange rain. After a round of attacks, the few who made the attack were a little irritable, and the curses in their mouths were extremely ugly.

Just at this time, only a "squeak" was heard, and the gate of the temple, which had been impenetrable for a long time, suddenly opened.

The demon cultivator outside the door subconsciously felt pleasantly surprised, but the joy was still in his heart, and he saw several thunder lights suddenly bursting out from the temple gate and bombarding them straight. So the surprise turned into fright again, and the leader only had time to yell "Back off", but it was too late—the thunder and lightning guided everyone along the rain, and after a burst of "cracking", the burnt smell slowly permeated .

The scene was dead silent for a moment, and the beards and hair of the few people struck by the lightning were scorched, and they opened their mouths to spit out a puff of blue smoke. Before the companions around could sneer at their embarrassment, they saw a bright sword light piercing their field of vision and coming directly.

Fortunately, there was an incident of being attacked by opening the door before. Although the demon cultivators laughed at their companions, they did not let down their vigilance. When several people saw this, they waved their hands and sacrificed the magic weapon, and they all attacked the sword light. Some even reacted quickly and rushed forward regardless of the danger, planning to take advantage of the opening of the temple gate at this time to force their way in.

In any case, it didn't rain in Foguang Temple, so it was much more freeing to fight inside than outside!