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Mizhou has seven prefectures and eighteen counties under its jurisdiction, and there are prefectures and counties under the county. Although the area is the smallest among the prefectures of the Han Dynasty, it has a radius of several million miles. It can walk straight from north to south, and there are also three thousand miles.

After saying goodbye to Gu Caiyu, Yang Yi traveled all the way and walked forward. He usually walked through a county in a day. When the scenery there was better, he stopped walking and had fun before getting up again.

Before we knew it, more than half a month had passed. In this half month, rumors about the treasures of the Martial Saint Jin Xuangan have been spread all over the world, which has attracted people in the martial arts world to try their best to find people related to the Linglong Jade Plate.

Every day, Yang Yi can see a group of heroes in the world, holding swords and carrying swords, and his words are always "Golden and Xuanyan".

It seems that this storm will become increasingly serious.

Yang Yi doesn’t care much about this. The children of the world are old, and the grudges and revenge are common!

The martial arts figures fight each other to death for the sake of martial arts secrets and magical medicines. In that world, even the great man cannot be eliminated.

As long as they did not involve ordinary people and did not kill innocent people indiscriminately, the Han court turned a blind eye and followed them.

After a few days of walking, Yang Yi arrived at a place called Danyang Prefecture, which was bordered by Huanglong River. Since ancient times, there have been many heroes and heroes. It is a place with rich culture and prosperity.

The nearby Huanglong River is the dividing line between Mizhou and Pingzhou. After passing Huanglong River, it is Pingzhou County.

After Yang Yi arrived at Danyang Mansion, the first place he went to was Fulong Temple. This Fulong Temple is very famous in the world. Among the three families of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, this Fulong Temple is one of the ancestral temples in the martial arts world and is one of the top sects in the martial arts world. There are many masters in the temple, and they have been powerful for thousands of years and have always had few defeats.

The origin of the name of Huanglongjiang nearby is related to this Fulong Temple.

According to legend, three thousand years ago, when Zen Master Yi Nian, the third disciple of the Buddha, passed by this place, it happened that an evil dragon raided in the river and ate people along the river. Zen Master Yi Nian felt compassion and had great power to fight with the Yellow Dragon in the river for three days and three nights before he subdued it, so that it no longer did evil and saved a large number of creatures.

Later, when he thought of building a temple here and promoting the Buddha's Dharma, he called the temple Fulong Temple, and the river that Huanglong caused trouble was renamed Huanglong River.

Since the construction of the temple, Fulong Temple has been prosperous and prosperous, with great Buddhist masters emerging one after another. It has been prosperous for three thousand years. It is as famous as the Zhongting Temple in Zhongzhou and the Jinding Dalun Temple in Daxue Mountain in the Western Regions.

How could Yang Yi not see him when he passed by this place?

This Fulong Temple is built on the side of a mountain called Longtou Mountain by the river. The mountains are covered with green grass and trees, and the road is full of peach blossoms.

Yang Yi then swayed slowly in the fragrance of peach blossoms, watching the flowers and drinking. How happy!

When he reached the steps, Yang Yi turned over and got off the horse. He threw the yellow horse among the nearby peach blossoms without tying a rope, and let it go by itself. Yang Yi stepped onto the stage and walked towards the temple gate.

After walking on ninety-eighty steps, a big archway stood in front of me, with three dark green characters "Fulong Temple".`

Yang Yi stood on the steps. After reading these three words, he felt that these three words were indescribable and dignified, simple and heavy, as if these three words alone weighed billions of pounds.

After watching for a while, these three seemed to fly into their hearts. They slowly twisted and turned into a mountain in the depths of their hearts.

After this mountain formed in the void of the soul, it suddenly pressed down. Yang Yi seemed to hear many distracting thoughts in his heart being squeaked by the mountain, scattered and wandered, rising like a dragon and snake, gradually turning into smoke and mist, and dissipating.

Yang Yi suddenly felt a heavy saturation in his mind, which was stable and unmovable, and his inner demon could no longer arise. Yang Shenxing's Buddhist supernatural powers that were difficult to understand in the past suddenly became more clear.

"Huh? The book writer is amazing!"

Yang Yi praised, "This person's Buddhist skills are extremely exquisite, and it has already involved the unspeakable secrets deep in the soul and spirit. These three words were engraved with his fingers, pay attention to the words, use the words to spread the Dharma, and show people who are destined to be spiritual practice that is difficult to describe in words and words. It is really amazing!"

"Today, he reads three words, which means he has obtained his lifelong inheritance and has received no merits. This is a bit difficult to deal with!"

Yang Yi thought for a while, "Just just owe this incense from Fulong Temple, and I'll give it back to them in the future!"

Now we continue to move forward, walked through the nine steps, and arrived at the gate of Fulong Temple.

It was March, and at noon, the door of Fulong Temple was closed, which was a bit unique.

"It's the first time I've encountered it in broad daylight." Yang Yi laughed silently, "It seems that the plan to see the secret skills of the magical skills of Fulong Temple has failed today." He turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly his body paused, his nose twitched, and his ears moved a few times, "It's not right! There's bloody smell inside, and there's a sound of fighting!"

"Is there a strong enemy coming?"

Yang Yi was curious, and his feet did not move or shake, nor did he make any jumping moves, but his body had already risen into the air and was instantly above the wall. The situation inside the temple fell into his eyes.

The front yard in Fulong Temple is very large, about five or six acres of land. There are stone tablets in the yard, copper incense burners more than meter high, and bronze tripods with three legs and two ears. There is a straight road in the middle of the courtyard, and fish ponds are dug on both sides. At this time, lotus leaves are spread flat on the water, and brocade scales are clustered and the lotus leaves are swung lightly. The wind blows the lotus leaves and the water waves are slightly excited.

This turned out to be an excellent scene, but at this time the corpses were all over the ground, making this place a Shura killing field.

Hundreds of monks lie on the ground in a mess. The clear water in the fish pond had turned into blood. The head of the giant tortoise holding the stone tablet had been smashed to pieces, and a corner was missing. The copper tripod with three legs and two ears, and the round belly of the tripod was punched out. The incense ash flowed out from it and poured out all over the ground.

Yang Yi frowned and flashed into the yard. His eyes swept across several broken trees and walked towards the backyard of the Buddhist temple.

After taking a few steps, he had already crossed the distance of hundreds of meters. After another turn, he had reached the moon gate in the backyard.

He was about to step into the door when suddenly the warning came from his heart.

While Yang Yipiao retreated, three "tuk tuk" sounds, three wolf teeth arrows were nailed to the ground where he was standing.

The ground in the temple was paved with green stones, and these three long arrows actually shot into the stones like they were penetrated by tofu, but a little debris splashed out. The stones did not even have a crack, which shows the strength and speed of the three arrows.

The archer's internal strength is so high and his arm strength is so rare.

Three figures appeared in front of him, left and right.

These were three thin men wearing masks, wearing blue tights, holding long bows, hanging arrow bags on their waists, and six shining eyes staring at Yang Yi, but without saying a word.

They were silent, and Yang Yi didn't even speak. Since they wanted to kill themselves, no matter who they were, Yang Yi would kill them.

If you want to kill me, I will kill you!

This is one of Yang Yi's creeds in dealing with people and things.

Yang Yi smiled and his body flashed. He had already reached the side of the person on the left. With the "clang" sound, the sword of the Heavenly Sword was pulled into his hand and stabbed into the heart of the person.

Among these three people, the people on both sides were dozens of meters away from Yang Yi, but the person in front of Yang Yi was closest to him. However, Yang Yi took action this time and was far beyond the expectations of the three. Yang Yi's speed caught them off guard. At a distance of dozens of meters, Yang Yi seemed to have only taken one step. He took one step, and the long sword had reached the heart of the archer on the left.

With a "puff", blood flew out from the heart of the archer on the left. Even though this archer was a first-class expert, he still did not avoid Yang Yi's chest stab.

Yang Yi was already at the archer on the right at this time.

With a "death" sound, the long arrows shot by the archer on the right and the two archers in front were just shot to the archer on the left. The speed of the long arrow shooting was far from keeping up with Yang Yi's peerless body technique.

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Chapter completed!