"There is no need to show loyalty. I have always believed in the elders of the country." Emperor Yin smiled on his face, and smiled at the corner of his mouth. He gently tilted the edge of the dragon chassis, smiling without saying a word.

This kind of smile has been seen by the old man many times, and most of them are when the layout of one thing is about to be seen, Yin Huang will smile like this only when he is about to see the results.

Although he didn't know what arrangement Yin Huang had made, the smile still made the elder of Guo feel chill. He felt scared when Emperor Yin's smile sounded.

"The elder of the country doesn't have to be so restrained. There is no need to divide these between you and me. Now let's see what Lin Changfeng does."

As he said that, he raised his finger slightly and signaled Mr. Guo not to continue talking.

Looking at Emperor Yin's appearance at this moment, many times did the Guo Lao want to ask what he needed to do next? Only Emperor Yin's attitude made him unable to ask.

He could only move his eyes away from Emperor Yin and looked at Lin Changfeng who was about to go up the mountain. Even if he couldn't see anything, he had no choice.

Noting that the Guo Lao's eyes moved away from him, Yin Huang glanced at Guo Lao from the corner of his eyes, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he turned his eyes back to Lin Changfeng.

In the golden bowl!

A big mountain stood in front of him. From the beginning of standing at the foot of the mountain, Lin Changfeng felt endless pressure, which seemed to be like a palace deep in his soul.

It can be compared to this but it is a bit different, because the palace steps in his body require cultivation to unlock, and the road to climbing... seems to be related to the Zen in his state of mind.

It is not that he has no Zen meaning, but that he has the ultimate understanding of Zen meaning. Therefore, even if he is standing at the foot of the mountain, he can feel endless pressure on his body, just like carrying a mountain.

"Amitabha~ The donor also asks you to go up the mountain to talk..."

Under the Bodhi tree above the top of the mountain, an old and kind voice came from an old monk. This voice was not limited to majesty, but it also brought endless oppression and affinity.

He raised his head and looked at the dazzling Buddha light on the top of the mountain. Lin Changfeng frowned and said, "Old monk, since I asked me to go up the mountain to have a lecture, should I reduce these pressures?"

This kind of pressure is really uncomfortable, which makes Lin Changfeng very unhappy. He seems to be carrying a mountain on his back, carrying a load, so he has no fondness for this old monk.

"Hahaha..." The old monk's heartfelt laughter came from the top of the mountain, and after a moment, he said: "This is not something I have caused from it. This mountain is called the evil mountain. If you want to go up the mountain, you need to bear the evil. This is all accumulated by the donor himself.

Just a sin."

After hearing this explanation, Lin Changfeng also vaguely understood that what he valued was not cultivation, but his own evil.

It's either a murder or a love...

Everything you wait for is required to carry it here. If you cannot carry it, you will not be able to go up the mountain and cannot go up the mountain. Then this so-called third level cannot be passed...

"Whether love... fate... it's all the cause and effect of the donor himself." Seeing that Lin Changfeng still didn't move, the old monk said this and added: "I want to go up the mountain to the donor to have two things."

You can walk on a road, or carry the love of this life and carry the burden to go up the mountain."

"Or let go of everything, enter Buddhism, and start again..."

After hearing this, Lin Changfeng frowned deeply. He could feel that the old monk was misleading himself, but he had no way to mislead him. This is the fact.

After thinking for a long time, Lin Changfeng frowned and tried to take a step. This step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Lin Changfeng fell down and left a footprint on the ground, as if he was stepping on the soft snow.

In the ground.

Everyone outside the field was stunned when they saw this scene. They never dreamed that Lin Changfeng's kick actually had such a terrifying weight.

"It's a big deal... Can you go up the mountain?"

"Does the old bald donkey in Buddhism not afford to play? The weight of Lin Tianjiao's kick is too terrifying!"

"Buddhist can't afford to play! These beasts!".z.br

The outside world began to explode, and everyone could see that Lin Changfeng had just taken one step, and the weight directly scared everyone. It was really not a joke. Lin Tianjiao seemed to be really losing.

Ji Zheng looked at Lin Changfeng standing there after taking a step. He didn't know why the spirit of the weapon brought Lin Changfeng to this level. In fact, the scene of the third level was not unified.

If so, he hoped that Lin Changfeng would fight with the third-level great Zen master Shen Yin, instead of a painless dispute over the Taoist debate like Nieshan.

"Was it because the master was sympathetic to Lin Changfeng at the first level?" Ji Zheng was a little confused, but he could still vaguely guess what would happen. He could say these things so gently.

This eminent monk must have felt compassion.

The more this happens, the less he doesn't want to see this happen. Even if the master doesn't agree to his subordinate Lin Changfeng, it will be a shame for him.

He was unwilling to admit that Lin Changfeng was stronger than him, and this kind of thing would never happen. He began to get angry and felt strong jealousy in his heart, and at the same time he wanted Lin Changfeng to die in it now.
Chapter completed!