Longevity

In a trance, he found himself in a huge palace, and his hand was pressing on the gate of the palace.

The palace is huge and magnificent, boundless, standing between the heavens and the earth as straight through the heavens and the earth, infinitely large and infinitely high.

The gate of this palace is made of purple gold, with a faint golden glow.

The purple-gold gate is covered with fine patterns, which at first glance are strange little flowers, like roses and daisies.

Looking closely, these patterns seem to be alive and slowly flowing, like flowers blooming slowly.

He felt a sense of awe inexplicably, and couldn't help but kneel down and bow.

The last bit of inspiration flashed in his heart, letting him know that something was wrong, he took a deep breath, and suppressed all kinds of strange thoughts.

In a trance in front of the eyes. .

It was like being in the vast ocean.

His feet were slightly vacant, but he was actually stepping on the sea water, his body couldn't help shaking, and he wanted to sink.

He was busy concentrating on his feet, not letting himself fall.

Immediately, he realized that he was standing outside the temple of Yongkong Temple, and it was impossible for him to really appear on the vast sea.

He closed his eyes, closed his facial features, and immediately ran the Golden Lotus Burning Book of the World.

The raging flames seem to be born from the void, burning themselves, burning all the filth, burning all the evils.

The whole body is like glass, clear and warm.

He opened his eyes again and looked over.

A hundred meters away, Yongkong Temple stands in the bright sunshine, quiet and solemn, as if it has stood here for thousands of years.

It turned out that he had withdrawn 100 meters away unknowingly.

He looked solemn.

Can't you enter this Yongkong Temple by yourself?

He rotates the Golden Lotus to Burn the World Sutra and walks forward slowly. Every step he takes, he keeps his body as pure and unsullied as glass.

Step by step, he approached the temple gate of Yongkong Temple and stretched out his hand again.

The palm is like a piece of white jade carved, with a soft crystal luster flowing, which has already pushed the golden lotus to the extreme.

Evil does not invade.

Just touched the golden ring.

"Bang!" He flew out backwards, and a soft and mellow force pushed him gently and firmly out of a hundred meters.

He finally turned pale.

He finally determined that with his current cultivation, he really couldn't enter Yongkong Temple.

The gentle and firm force just now was not something that he could resist, it seemed to be soft and mellow and harmless.

But Peiran couldn't control it.

In front of this power, his own strength is like a man's arm blocking the car.

The only thing you can do is turn around and leave, so as not to humiliate yourself.

He stared deeply at Yongkong Temple.

The Yongkong Temple in front of me seems to have undergone inexplicable changes, it seems to have become vicissitudes and dilapidated, and it seems to be becoming bright and shining.

He vaguely knew the reason for the operation of Yongkong Temple, which was a rebound.

If you use illusions yourself, Yongkong Temple will rebound his illusions, and you will be trapped in it and unable to extricate yourself.

If you use martial arts, Yongkong Temple will rebound his martial arts, so that you can't get close.

If you don't use gong, it's the same illusion.

This should not be manipulated by the monk Fakong, but this Yongkong Temple contains a powerful sacred object, guarding the Yongkong Temple.

I can't enter by myself, and I am afraid that very few monks from the Great Miaolian Temple can enter.

Thinking of this, he turned to leave.

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Fakong watched him leave, thoughtful.

The void in my mind began to replay the previous scenes.

As long as he steps into Xiaoxitian Paradise, he is the master of this world. He knows everything in Xiaoxitian Paradise and can even manipulate it freely.

Therefore, he has mastered the reality of monk Yuande, including the martial arts and illusion of monk Yuande.

Not only did he know the route of the Golden Lotus Burning the World, but he also knew how his illusions worked.

Refer to the illusion chapter of the Void Embryo Sutra.

This Damiaolian Temple and Bailian Temple are probably quite related, and there is a vague sense of familiarity. Is it from the same source?

The Golden Lotus Sutra of Burning the World is different from the Void Embryo Sutra, but there are three similarities in the illusion chapter.

Monk Yuande has reached the Qi Realm cultivation base. Compared with the original, he has improved by leaps and bounds.

So when you are entering the country, so are others.

Those true geniuses advance faster and are not inferior to themselves.

Fakong shook his head.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the golden light was faint, and he had already seen the monk Yuande like a stream of light, and in the blink of an eye he returned to a monastery.

This monastery is located on the west side of the Dayun Palace. When you walk out of the palace gate and walk 100 meters away, this is the Little Miaolian Temple.

The monk Yuande entered Xiaomiaolian Temple lightly, came to the abbot's courtyard, and came to the old state teacher.

Monk Ben Yin, the national teacher, was watering the flowers in the yard.

This is a simple and elegant courtyard, about the same size and layout as the abbot's courtyard.

The layout of the monasteries is similar, and they follow the norms vaguely, and there is no monastery layout that is too deviant.

In a flowerbed in the southeast corner, all kinds of flowers are blooming, competing for beauty and beauty.

Dayun Guoshi, the monk Benyin, was holding the kettle and slowly watering the flowers.

The splashes flashed colorfully in the sun.

"Master." The monk Yuande made a tithing ceremony: "The disciple went to Yongkong Temple and was unable to enter."

"Hmm." The old monk Ben Yin murmured softly, but his movements did not stop.

He is tall and burly, but at this moment, his waist is slightly hunched, and his movements are slow and difficult, as if it will stop at any time.

He has a long face, swollen eyes, huge bags under the eyes, and a rather ugly appearance.

His eyes were cloudy, as if he had been confused.

He is like a candle in the wind, it will go out at any time, and it is useless.

However, the monk Yuande was extremely respectful, and he did not despise him because of the old monk's appearance.

He knew the details, and knew that the Buddhist Dharma practiced by the old monk was a transformation from poison to wisdom, and the skin and spirit were completely different.

He shook his head secretly.

Master's appearance is very deceptive. If others really think that Master's eyes are dim and cannot be used for a lot, then it is a serious mistake.

Yuan De and Shang Junlang's faces were solemn: "Master, I suspect that Yongkong Temple is guarded by strange treasures."

"You can't enter Yongkong Temple because of Qibao?" the old monk Benyin asked lightly.

Monk Yuande said solemnly, "It's definitely Qibao."

He recounted what had happened.

Old monk Ben Yin listened while pouring water.

He watered it carefully and carefully, not letting go of every flower, letting them get wet, as if it had rained.

The delicate petals are stained with water, making them even more delicate.

After he finished pouring the water~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he put down the kettle and sat down at the stone table. Monk Yuande continued to describe what he had seen, heard and thought, and by the way, he poured tea for the old monk Ben Yin.

The old monk Benyin sipped the tea lightly, nodded while listening, and after the monk Yuande finished speaking, he slowly said: "Do you think Fakong can be in the temple?"

"There shouldn't be." Monk Yuande shook his head: "I don't feel anyone, it's just an empty temple."

The old monk Benyin said lightly: "If he is really inside, you must be able to sense it?"

"It should be hidden from me." Monk Yuande said solemnly.

He is extremely confident in his ability to sense.

However, the old monk Benyin did not have such confidence, and said slowly: "In this way, he is indeed a powerful person."

Monk Yuande said: "No matter how powerful he is, he is not as good as you, Master, but this Yongkong Temple is given by the emperor..."

This is the root of their real fear.

If it wasn't for the emperor's gift, the masters of the Great Miaolian Temple would have attacked them long ago and drove Fakong away.