In a daze, he found that he had arrived at a huge palace, and his hand was pressing on the palace door.
The palace is huge and magnificent, boundless, standing between heaven and earth as if straight through heaven and earth, infinitely large and infinitely high.
The gate of this palace is made of purple gold, shining with a faint golden light.
The purple and gold gate is covered with fine patterns. At first glance, they look like strange little flowers, like roses or daisies.
If you look closely, these patterns seem to come alive and slowly flow, like flowers blooming slowly.
He felt an inexplicable sense of awe and couldn't help but kneel down and pay homage.
The last flash of inspiration in his mind told him that something was wrong, so he took a deep breath and suppressed all these strange thoughts.
I was in a daze before my eyes...
It's like being in the vast sea.
My feet felt slightly weak, as I was actually stepping on the sea water, and my body couldn't help but sway, wanting to sink.
He concentrated on his feet to prevent himself from falling.
Then he was shocked to realize that he was standing outside the Yongkong Temple and could not really appear in the vast ocean.
He closed his eyes, closed his five senses, and then started to run the Golden Lotus Burning World Sutra.
The raging flames seemed to arise from the void, burning themselves, burning away all filth, and burning away all external 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 retreated a hundred meters away without realizing it.
He looked solemn.
Could it be that I can’t enter Yongkong Temple?
He circulated the Golden Lotus Burning World Sutra and walked forward slowly, keeping his body as pure as glass with every step he took.
Step by step, he approached the gate of Yongkong Temple and stretched out his hand again.
The palm of the hand is like a piece of white jade carved with a soft crystal luster, which has already activated the Golden Lotus Burning World Sutra to the extreme.
Invincible to all evils.
As soon as I touched the golden ring.
"Bang!" He flew backwards, and a soft and mellow force pushed him gently but firmly a hundred meters away.
His expression finally changed.
He finally determined that with his current cultivation level, he really could not enter Yongkong Temple.
The gentle yet firm force just now was something I couldn't resist. It seemed gentle, mellow and harmless.
But Pei Ran couldn't control it.
In front of this force, your own strength is like a mantis blocking a car.
The only thing you can do is turn around and leave to avoid humiliating yourself.
He stared deeply at Yongkong Temple.
The Yongkong Temple in front of you seems to have undergone inexplicable changes. It seems to have become dilapidated and shabby, and it seems to be becoming brighter and brighter.
He vaguely understood the operation principle of Yongkong Temple, which was rebound.
If you use genjutsu yourself, the genjutsu will be reflected back at Yongkuji, making you trapped in it and unable to extricate yourself.
If you use martial arts, Yongkong Temple will reflect your martial arts, making you eject and unable to get close.
If you don't use gong, it's the same illusion.
This should not be controlled by monk Fakong, but the Yongkong Temple contains powerful divine objects, guarding the Yongkong Temple.
If you can't enter it yourself, I'm afraid only a few of the monks in the Great Myoulian Temple can enter.
Thinking of this, he turned and left.
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Fakong watched him leave, thoughtfully.
The void in my mind began to replay the previous scenes.
As long as he steps into Xiao Xitian's Paradise, he is the master of this world. He knows everything in Xiao Xitian's Paradise and can even control it freely.
Therefore, he already has full control over Monk Yuande's true and false aspects, including Monk Yuande's martial arts and illusion skills.
He not only knows the operation route of the Golden Lotus Burning World Sutra, but also knows the operation method of his illusion.
Refer to the illusion chapter of the Void Fetal Breath Sutra.
The Daimyolian Temple and the White Lotus Temple are probably quite related, and they feel vaguely familiar. Could it be that they come from the same source?
The Golden Lotus Burning World Sutra is different from the Emptiness of the Emptiness Sutra, but there are three hidden similarities in the Illusion Technique Chapter.
Monk Yuande has reached the Baoqi realm and has improved by leaps and bounds compared to the beginning.
So if you are entering the country, others are doing the same.
Those true geniuses advance faster, no less than themselves.
Fakong shook his head.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a faint golden light, and already saw Monk Yuande like a flash of light, returning to a temple in the blink of an eye.
This temple is located on the west side of Dayun Palace. After leaving the palace gate and walking a hundred meters, you will find the Xiaomiaolian Temple.
Monk Yuande lightly entered Xiaomiaolian Temple, came to the abbot's courtyard, and came to the decrepit Imperial Master.
Monk Benyin, the national master, was watering the flowers in the yard.
This is a simple and elegant small courtyard, about the same size and layout as the abbot's courtyard of Fakong.
The layout of the temples is similar, and they all follow the rules vaguely, and there is no temple layout that is too deviant.
In a flower garden in the southeast corner, all kinds of flowers are blooming, competing for beauty and beauty.
Monk Benyin, the master of Dayun State, was holding a water bottle and slowly watering the flowers.
The water splashes flashed colorfully in the sun.
"Master." Monk Yuande tithes: "I went to Yongkong Temple, but I couldn't get in."
"Hmm." Old monk Benyin murmured softly and did not stop moving.
He was tall and burly, but he was slightly stooped at the waist, and his movements were slow and difficult, as if he might stop moving at any time.
He has a long face, swollen eyes, huge bags under his eyes, and is quite ugly.
His eyes were dim and lifeless, as if he had been confused.
He is like a candle in the wind, which will be extinguished at any time and cannot be used.
Monk Yuande was extremely respectful and did not look down upon the old monk because of his appearance.
He knew the details. He knew that the old monk practiced Buddhism because he had transformed from poison to wisdom. The skin and the spirit were completely different.
He shook his head secretly.
Master's appearance is extremely deceptive. If others really think that Master has old eyes and is no longer useful, then they are seriously wrong.
Monk Yuande's handsome face showed solemnity: "Master, I suspect that Yongkong Temple is guarded by strange treasures."
"Is it because of the rare treasure that you can't enter Yongkong Temple?" Old monk Benyin asked calmly.
Monk Yuande solemnly said: "It is definitely a rare treasure."
He told what happened.
Old monk Benyin poured water and listened.
He watered carefully and meticulously, not sparing every flower and letting them soak in water, as if it had rained.
The delicate petals are even more delicate when stained with water.
After he finished pouring the water, he put down the kettle and sat down at the stone table. Monk Yuande continued to describe what he saw, heard and thought, while pouring tea for Monk Benyin.
The old monk Benyin sipped the tea gently and nodded while listening. After the monk Yuande finished speaking, he slowly said: "Do you think Fakong can be in the temple?"
"Probably not." Monk Yuande shook his head: "I didn't feel anyone. It was just an empty temple."
Old monk Ben Yin said calmly: "If he is really inside, you will definitely be able to sense it?"
"You shouldn't be able to hide it from me." Monk Yuande said solemnly.
He is extremely confident in his sensory abilities.
The old monk did not have such confidence, so he said slowly: "So, 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 was given by the emperor..."
This is the root of their real fear.
If it hadn't been for the gift from the emperor, the masters of the Great Miaolian Temple would have attacked Fakong long ago and driven Fakong away.