The life and death dragon's heart trembled slightly, and his eyes turned to the side unnaturally, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the proud man.
"I didn't expect that you would also be on the fourth floor of the Sword Tomb!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, his eyes passing over the lake and landing on the ancient temple.
"Have you ever entered this ancient temple?" Ye Shaohan closed his eyes slightly, and his strong soul power spread out. However, when the soul power touched the sky above the ancient temple, a soft force blocked it.
"Never?" Jiaozi said lightly. Jiaozi turned around and his eyes also fell on the ancient temple. His figure fell forward lightly, landed on the ancient road, and walked forward slowly.
In this peaceful autumn day, a sense of solemnity appeared in Jiaozi.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Ye Shaohan stared at the figure bathing in the autumn sun and murmured: "Killing rules!"
After getting up, Ye Shaohan also walked towards the ancient temple, stepping on the lake. The calm lake was still calm, and Zhang Ming and others followed closely behind.
The elders of the Martial Arts Temple also stood up one after another, following the pride's footsteps.
Passing over the lake, Ye Shaohan stepped on the ancient road, and the ever-lasting fragrance of pear blossoms hit his face.
Red leaves are flying, pear blossoms are dancing, and the thousand-year-old temple looks more peaceful under the light of them.
The ancient road is not long, only more than a hundred meters. When Ye Shaohan stepped in front of the ancient temple, Jiaozi was already standing there, raising his head and looking at the plaque in front of the ancient temple.
Compared to the murderous aura in the proud man, Ye Shaohan had no trace of murderous aura in his body and was extremely peaceful. His aura completely blended into every flower, grass, tree and water around him.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan also looked at the aged plaque, which was engraved with four simple characters: "Buddha Ferry Reincarnation."
Bang bang! Steady footsteps resounded from behind. Ye Shaohan didn't turn around, but he knew who was coming.
Lonely Emperor, Yan Chen and others all looked at Ye Shaohan and others warily, deliberately keeping a distance from them, and also stood in front of the ancient temple.
There were nearly seventy Spirit Emperors in the audience. Although everyone deliberately restrained their auras, the combined pressure of more than seventy Spirit Emperors was still earth-shattering.
However, the red leaves and pear blossoms around were not affected, and they moved lightly across the void, leaving behind unpredictable tracks.
The thousand-year-old temple is still extremely peaceful, and the pressure of the Spiritual Emperor is like a tide, covering the entire thousand-year-old temple.
Ding dong! A crisp wooden fish sound resounded in the ancient temple, and in an instant, the terrifying pressure in the void disappeared.
Bang bang! Most of the warriors took a step back, their faces a little pale, except for Ye Shaohan, Jiaozi, and Zhang Ming who did not retreat.
The snow-like pear blossoms circled around in vain on the steps in front of the ancient temple. When the wind blew, the pear blossoms disappeared again, but a figure floated out.
The ancient Buddha of the Green Lantern is filled with golden light, and a gentle breath blows towards his face. The red leaves flying all around fall on this phantom, which is a monk with a kind face.
The Buddha's light filled the air, and the monk said softly: "Amitabha!"
His gentle gaze swept over the flying pear blossoms, swept across Ye Shaohan and others, and finally landed on Ye Shaohan: "Young fifth generation!"
The red leaves rustled down, covering the long steps.
The autumn wind rustled, and the red leaves were flying one after another. The monk stood on the steps and chuckled: "Young fifth generation!"
The Buddha's light filled the air, and his gentle breath rushed towards his face. Ye Shaohan stared at the shadow of the monk in front of him, but he could not detect any breath on it.
"Have you seen me?" Ye Shaohan said calmly, his eyes subconsciously looking at the dragon of life and death. According to the dragon of life and death, there are eighteen Arhats in this ancient temple, and these eighteen people guard the sword pillar.
The dragon of life and death also looked a little confused. When did a monk appear in the tomb of the Buddha's Samsara Sword?
"I've never seen it before, but before I died, I saw the fourth generation!" the monk said with a gentle smile.
"And you have the new moon mark on your body, so you are destined to be the fifth generation!" The monk's tone always gave people a feeling of spring breeze.
"Your Excellency is the guardian of the ancient temple?" Ye Shaohan said calmly, a chill running through his fingertips.
"What a strong murderous intention!" The monk smiled gently, turned around, and walked slowly towards the ancient temple. The sound of his wooden fish became louder and louder.
The moment he was about to enter the ancient temple, the monk turned around and golden Buddha light flowed out.
Under the illumination of the Buddha's light, the monk's expression looked particularly sacred: "But if you can answer some of the poor Tao's questions, the poor Tao will naturally not stop you from entering!"
"Damn bald donkey!" Shanquan cursed softly, and his martial arts will surged out like a tide. At the same time, Shanquan's figure turned into a rainbow, passing by the Lonely Emperor and others, and shot directly into the ancient temple.
"Donor!" The monk closed his eyes slightly, but his melodious chanting sound resounded. This chanting sound shredded Shanquan's martial arts will.
At the same time, a dull sound rang out! Shanquan's figure immediately resembled a kite with its string broken, falling crazily backwards, his face extremely pale.
Bang bang! Shanquan took a few steps back and looked at the monk in front of him with some horror. The previous feeling was like entering the realm. This man was a strong man at the second level of the Spirit Emperor.
"All you donors need to do is answer some questions from me!" the monk said with a gentle smile. His body remained motionless, like a dead tree, without a trace of life on it.
The feeling of killing filled the air, and the proud man opened his eyes, looked at the monk with deep meaning, and then closed his eyes again: "Buddha crosses the reincarnation, the seven Confucian disciples, the way of the Buddha!"
Whoosh! The pear blossoms rustled down, and the coercion condensed on everyone dissipated in the autumn wind.
At the same time, the monk's right hand slowly raised, and its flying red leaves gathered towards his right hand.
Immediately, the monk's right finger pointed in vain. The monk smiled lightly and glanced at the people below, "Donors, what did you see?"
Lonely Emperor and others raised their eyebrows slightly. What did the monk mean by this question?
The eyes of Lonely Emperor and others were focused on the monk's finger, and the Buddha's light was flowing on it. In the golden Buddha's light, Lonely Emperor and others felt the vast will, the terrifying and gentle will.
"Master's finger!" Yanchen pondered for a moment, staring straight at the monk in front of him, with a trace of deep thought in his eyes: "Fifth Generation? What does this mean? Who is he?
The monk smiled and said nothing, and his eyes fell on the lonely emperor and others. The lonely emperor also stared at the monk's finger, and then sighed slightly: "I saw the Buddha's light filling the sky, and the master's finger!"
In the Buddha's Light interpretation, the golden Buddha's light is like a tide, covering the monk's shadow, making it illusive and illusory.
The monk still smiled and said nothing, and looked away again, sweeping the whole place and landing on the proud man. There was a slight change in his calm eyes, and then he calmed down well.
Sensing the gaze directed at him, Jiaozi opened his eyes. He had noticed the change in the monk's eyes before.
Turning around, Jiaozi did not look at the monk's fingers, but looked at the void. In the void, red leaves were flying and petals were fluttering.
The proud man pondered for a moment, then said calmly: "Flying red leaves, fluttering petals!"
The monk still smiled and said nothing, and did not explain anything. Then he shook his head, turned his head, looked at Ye Shaohan with a smile in his eyes, and chuckled: "Young fifth generation, how about you?"
Ye Shaohan opened his eyes, but his eyes never fell on the golden Buddha light, nor did he pay attention to the monk's fingers, nor did he pay attention to the flying dead leaves around him.
With a calm expression, Ye Shaohan met the monk's gaze and said calmly: "Autumn day!"
Behind the flying red leaves and fluttering petals is the endless void, the void is endless, and the clouds are floating.
However, behind the clouds is an autumn day. Autumn is no longer as hot as summer. The gentle sunshine shines through the clouds and falls on the red leaf forest.
"It is precisely because of this that you are the Fifth Generation Moon God!" The monk whispered. The void is endless. Wherever he points, there are so many things. Everyone has his own way. Different ways mean different things.
The sun represents great aspirations and protects the peace of the God of War. The red leaves represent disputes between the God of War and Tiangang. The fingers represent hell and the disputes in hell.
The Lonely Emperor and others raised their heads, turned around and looked into the void. The wind swept across the sky, blowing away the clouds, and an autumn sun emerged.
Looking at the autumn sun, everyone was thinking deeply, with different expressions. As for Zhang Ming, he closed his eyes directly, and the flying petals rotated in his palms, transforming into blooming petals.
"There are many truths, only the true nature!" The monk grabbed the falling red leaves, and immediately, the red leaves flowed out from his fingertips, and a drop of water appeared in vain on his fingertips.
Water droplets dripped down the monk's fingertips and fell into the wind. As the autumn wind blew, the water droplets dispersed silently.
Seeing this scene, Ye Shaohan and others fell silent and did not break the peace of the scene.
"Drip of water means you are helpless and lonely, like a son without a mother; it dries up when exposed to the wind, disappears when exposed to the sun, disappears when exposed to heat, the future is unpredictable, and misfortune cannot be escaped!" The monk chuckled, stretched out his right hand, and dropped a drop of water.
Suspended above it: "What if it doesn't dry up?"
Having said this, the monk looked at Lonely Emperor and others again.
"What if the dripping water doesn't dry up?" Yan Chen raised his eyebrows slightly. He knew that the monk in front of him would never ask such a simple truth. He pondered for a moment and continued: "The dripping water condenses into ice. As long as it is cold enough, there is no need to fear the sun.
Gangfeng!”
The monk smiled and said nothing. The water droplets on his palm condensed into an ice crystal in vain. The chill filled the air and the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees.
"Ice rules!" Yan Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. This terrifying control skill was simply superb.
There was a hissing sound, a tiny spark suddenly appeared, and then a steady stream of flames burst out all around, just for a moment, and the surroundings of the monk seemed to become a sea of fire.
The monk held the ice crystal and then let go. The ice crystal passed through the monk's fingertips and fell into the sea of fire. Even though the ice crystal was filled with ice rules, it eventually dissipated in the sea of fire.