Lingjiu Mountain

Tang Cheng stood with his hands in front of the gate of Nalanda Temple and felt a lot of emotion. Time changes are so rapid, but just one year, things have changed.

The clouds of Lingjiu Mountain are covered with fog, and the majesty remains the same; Tang Cheng successfully advanced to the Yuandan and advanced towards the Yuanshen Avenue; and the monks in Nalanda Temple are no longer the two cute little novice monks, but are two handsome young monks, about three or five years older than Tang Cheng.

As the two monks looked at the strange eyes of madman, Tang Cheng shook his head and sighed for a while, and then he went up to bow his head and said, "Tang Cheng, a disciple of Jianzhai, please see Master Yuanhui, the head of the temple!"

"I am a monk, Taoist, is it a bit abrupt for fellow Taoist to ask for the head of this temple?" The young monk was obviously very surprised by Tang Cheng's words, but he was a little dissatisfied. After all, Tang Cheng was too young!

Tang Cheng smiled brightly and said, "Last time, I went to the underworld with the head of the temple of the temple to eradicate the Shura monsters who have caused trouble in the world. At that time, I became friends with Master Yuanhui, the head of the temple. This time, I came here to discuss important matters. If I delayed too much time, I am afraid that you will not be able to afford to be guilty!"

Tang Cheng's voice was gentle and his attitude was calm, but his words were sharp and ruthless and full of threats. If it were a guy with a bad temper, he would definitely not give up.

But the monk will not do this.

The criteria for choosing a monk from each temple are almost the same. A monk from a monk does not need to be far beyond Tongji's strength or heroic vision, but his temper must be very stable and he must not make nameless fire at all times. After all, their purpose is to pick up guests, not to make enemies. Therefore, no matter how ridicule the guests, they must not be angry. Everything is waiting for the decision of the upper class.

Tang Cheng's words did not anger Daozhen, and he was surprised. After all, only the monks of Nalanda Temple participated in the battle that was related to the rise and fall of the world. It has not been spread outside until now. Tang Cheng can know this secret, obviously it is not an ordinary person.

Daozhen thought for a while, gave a few instructions to his companions, and then hurriedly turned around and ran to the temple. Of course, he was not going to find the abbot Yuanhui, but to find some familiar disciples to ask about the situation.

After a stick of incense, Daozhen had not appeared. Tang Cheng was bored and began to tease the monk who was older than him. He looked at him with his eyes fixedly, and an ambiguous smile appeared on his face. Even in early winter, another monk was still sweating profusely in Tang Cheng's joking gaze.

"What's your name?" Tang Cheng suddenly asked.

"I know!" The monk answered quickly as if he had received a general amnesty.

[The young man is still too young!] Tang Cheng was thinking this way, and was about to tease him for a few more words to pass the time, but two people came quickly within the mountain gate.

Daozhen ran in front, and behind him was the old acquaintance of Tangcheng, Monk Xuanguang. It was still far away. Monk Xuanguang shouted: "Mr. Tang traveled thousands of miles to visit the little monk. It really made the little monk flattered!"

A middle-aged uncle called himself a little monk in front of Tangcheng, which was already strange. If this person was still the famously steady and mature monk Xuanguang in Lanta Temple, someone would have opened his mouth wide and made an expression of disbelief, just like the two monks Daozhen and Daozhi beside him.

"Master Xuanguang, it's always good!"

"Amitabha, thank you for your concern!"

After greeting each other, the two walked into the temple together. On the way, Monk Xuanguang smiled maliciously and said, "Mr. Tang came just right this time. Xuanbing, Xuanliang and others realized that they had made great progress in their cultivation, so they were always ready to challenge you again. But Kunlun was far away and they had never been able to make a journey. This time, you came to your own house, and they were the happiest people!"

Tang Cheng was stunned, but he never thought that such a thing would happen! He smiled bitterly in his heart, not knowing how to face this situation. In the fetal hiding world, Jiang Mosquito, who had stopped, kicked the upper reaches of the river hard and shouted: "See what bad idea you came up with, it's broken now!"

The second soul of Tangcheng was formed by the sacred relics split and condensed. The above-grade magic weapon, the robe of the Great Sun Tathagata, was the foundation, which was extremely reliable. However, he never thought about how he would face it once someone challenged him. You must know that the last time Tangcheng came, he was the best of the two arts of wind, thunder and wind, and thunder. Now, the second soul of Tangcheng only knows Buddhist arts, and there is no way to start the competition.

[Teacher is here, these bald donkeys want to reveal my old background! It seems that this time I can only carry forward my style and spit on my face!]

The thoughts in his mind changed sharply, but his face remained silent and sighed: "It seems that the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance have not yet calmed down!"

Monk Xuanguang smiled and said, "The layman made them all lose face. Even Buddhas have fire!"

Tang Cheng said seriously: "I came here to make a deal with Master Yuanhui. I have absolutely no intention of sweeping people's face. I also asked Master Xuanguang to tell Xuanbing and others!"

Monk Xuanguang was surprised and asked, "Trade? Could it be that those ten pounds of ten thousand-year-old cold iron last time, Taiyi Jingjin was not enough to refine a flying sword?"

Tang Cheng blushed, laughed dryly, and replied, "Master, don't worry, I'm here to be a good person this time!"

Monk Xuanguang did not speak, but there were two big words on his face - no believer. He no longer mentioned this matter, and he could not interfere with the specific transactions. He had nothing to say until the door of the Medicine Buddha Hall stopped.

Compared with the rows of temples and pagodas in Nalanda Temple, the Medicine Buddha Hall, which worships the Medicine Buddha Liuliguang Tathagata, seems inconspicuous. Monk Xuanguang gave Tang Chengli into the door and stood at the door to guard.

In the Medicine Buddha Hall, the six-foot golden body of Medicine Buddha is brilliant, with a kind-hearted eyebrow. There are hideous Yaocha standing on both sides of the golden body holding fairy grass.

The old monk Yuanhui stood in the middle of the bluestone hall, looking up at the true face of Medicine Buddha. Tang Cheng stepped in, standing not far behind Yuanhui, silent.

After a while, the old monk Yuanhui slowly turned around, faced Tangcheng, and smiled brightly and said, "Congratulations to the lay Buddhist for his diligence in his cultivation, which is gratifying!"

Tang Cheng bowed his head and said, "The disciple of Jianzhai is coming to Tangcheng and pay homage to the head of the sect!"

The old monk returned a tribute and said, "What's the matter with the layman who asked for a name to see the old monk?" Speaking of which, although the old monk Yuanhui was not busy every day, it was not something that anyone could see at will. The reason why Tangcheng has such an honor is mainly because of the face of the old monk Wangyou, and Yuanhui's worries were caused by the recurrence of the underworld.

Tang Cheng smiled and said, "Tang Cheng is here to share his worries for the head of the sect!" This is the favorite opening remark of the Zongheng family. Tang Cheng picked it up casually, but Yuan Hui laughed silently. Obviously, the old monk knew this trick very well.

The old monk shook his head and said, "Mr. Tang must have come here because of something, please tell me clearly!"

"Master, can you tell me why the monks from 100,000 mountains are hugging each other?" Tang Cheng offered a price all over the sky?"

"This is just a problem with tinea bean cure. Did Mr. Tang come only for this?" Yuan Hui returned the money and warned Tang Cheng not to speak loudly. However, Tang Cheng did not confront him, but laughed and said, "Old Ancestor Wan Gu discovered an ancient cave. I was curious for a moment, so I followed him and took a look!"

Tang Cheng paused for a moment, and the old monk remained silent. Tang Cheng glanced at him and continued, "The guardian beast in the cave is extremely powerful, and the path almost died there!" Tang Cheng continued to raise the price high.

Yuan Hui said, "The layman is joking! With the magic weapon that can control wind and thunder in hand, how can the layman encounter danger?" Obviously, Yuan Hui is not deceived.

Tang Cheng didn't care, because his asking price would be low, Yuan Hui couldn't believe it. Tang Cheng stretched out his finger and swept the sky, and countless green particles gathered into the appearance of two stone unicorns. Then, the scene that happened in the cave appeared vividly in front of Yuan Hui. The old monk Yuan Hui was much more knowledgeable than Tang Cheng. He suddenly stood up and his face looked shocked.

With the concentration of his soul monk, this kind of out-of-conformity occurred, which shows that the benefits of this cave are extraordinary. Yuan Hui sat down slowly, looked at Tang Cheng's smile-like expression, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, saying, "Okay! What do lay people want?"

This attitude means giving up resistance and letting Tang Cheng slaughter! Tang Cheng smiled and said, "First of all, I don't know what kind of hall there is in this cave, so I just ask to watch the secret book of the magic of the temple!"

"What?" The old monk Yuanhui was unbelievable. This requirement was not too excessive, but too simple. Magic and martial arts are completely different things. For any sect, the fundamental treasure book cannot be missed. The guys who dare to covet will be enemies of all sects, but the secrets of magic are not that important.

Tang Cheng's request was simply for nothing, because he, a Taoist, could not learn the secret method of Nalanda Temple. Yuan Hui couldn't help but ask more: "Is this true?" Then, he immediately regretted it.
Chapter completed!