There is great terror between life and death, and there is no peace in the Prajna Buddhist Temple!
Xia Mang's body trembled slightly. He couldn't help but look in the direction of Prajna Temple. The gilded Buddha was still sitting there cross-legged, holding his hands and flexing his fingers, holding flowers and smiling. His peaceful posture seemed to have existed for eternity.
A true Buddha!
But can the compassionate ancient Buddha, who has long been lost for years and has only one big Buddha statue left, still be able to save suffering and save evil spirits?
After all, Prajna Temple is no longer the Prajna Temple it once was.
Zen Master Duji came back to life, which made Xia Mang instinctively smell a dangerous aura.
You know, the cycle of life and death is a normal rule of numerology, but someone comes back to life. This is a mess of yin and yang!
There must be a disaster!
"You should not stay in Prajna Temple anymore." Haiyuan said meaningfully to Xia Mang: "The resurrection of the dead and the chaos of yin and yang are serious evils that will inevitably cause disasters and may lead to life and death!"
Xia Mang narrowed his eyes and said, "If I don't stay at Prajna Temple, where can I go?" He paused and then said, "Besides, I promised to stay at Tianzi Palace."
Haiyuan looked at him and said suspiciously: "Why don't you look like a person who keeps his promises?"
Xia Mang was speechless, can anyone talk like this? This old guy is so arrogant!
"You won't stay in Tianzique forever!" Haiyuan shook his head and said decisively: "This place is not suitable for you. Although the dragon lurks in the abyss, you can't dive all the time, otherwise you will really become a little snake!"
"Then where does senior think I should go?" Xia Mang took a bite of the spiritual peach and said with a smile.
"How about going to Lingyun Sect with me?"
Haiyuan stared at Xia Mang, "My Lingyun lineage is the leading sect of Taoism. The origin of Taoism. The Buddhist Scripture Hall contains three thousand Taoist canons. The Taoist marrow is magnificent, and there is also the Taoist's peerless miracle "Tao Canon"... If you
Joining our Lingyun Sect is infinitely better than staying in a shabby temple like Prajna Temple!"
Ling Yun was once the leader of Taoism and the leader of Taoism in the world. Although it has declined a lot now, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and his heritage is still there. He is still the top sect in the world, and his prestige is not inferior to that of Prajna Temple.
Xia Mang was startled, this Haiyuan actually wanted to trick him into joining Lingyun Sect!
"I promise, if you join Ling Yun, Ling Yun will not treat you badly, and you will be treated as a true disciple!" Haiyuan said seriously.
True disciple!
This is the core disciple of a sect, the focus of training, and the status is not low.
After Xia Mang was silent for a moment, he said: "If Tao Zun is still in the world, I wouldn't mind going to Lingyun Sect to practice."
"How do you know that Dao Zunxian has passed away?!" Haiyuan's pupils shrank suddenly. This was a major event for Jingpotian, a secret that the Lingyun Sect fought tooth and nail to protect. How did Xia Mang know?
He stared at Xia Mang, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.
"Tao Zun is dead?" Xia Mang was shocked, and immediately woke up and said to himself: "Tao Zun is nearly a thousand years old, and it is indeed time to end his life..."
The lifespan of a human being can only last a hundred years. Even the great figures in the spiritual world, such as the Great Master who has ascended to the throne, cannot live for more than a thousand years. The Taoist Master is a peerless strong man in the world, and he has ascended to the throne for five hundred years, but in the end he still cannot stop the ruthlessness of time.
, failed to resist destiny, and passed away in a thousand years.
"You actually hid this matter." Xia Mang looked at Haiyuan.
Haiyuan Moran, a Taoist priest with profound knowledge of Taoism and unparalleled magical power, is the spiritual leader of the Taoist lineage and the leader of Lingyun Sect. He has a very high status and is even called the "old god" by the world. He is one of the top figures in the world.
Passing away, this is a shocking event that will have a huge impact on Taoism, especially the Lingyun lineage.
It is not difficult to imagine that if this matter is made public, Lingyun Sect may also lose its position as the leader of the Taoist lineage. This is unacceptable to them. Perhaps it is for this reason that Lingyun Sect concealed the matter.
Xia Mang was thoughtful.
When there was chaos in the southwest sea area and the demons in the Demon Ruins Sea were rampant, people from the Lingyun Sect also came to Prajna Temple. He thought that Tao Zun, like other sages and great sages, disappeared for no reason, and the Lingyun Sect lost its backbone.
Come to Prajna Temple.
Now it seems that the matter is more serious. Dao Zun died directly. This is a huge blow to Lingyun Sect. If you are not careful, you may be in disaster!
"You have to hide it!" Xia Mang thought.
Haiyuan's expression calmed down, and he could see that Xia Mang did not get the gossip, but just made a guess. In this way, the matter was not leaked.
"This matter cannot be made public!" Haiyuan stared at Xia Mang and said in a deep voice.
Xia Mang nodded, he naturally knew the importance of it. To Lingyun Sect and the entire Taoist lineage, Taoist Master was too important. If the news of his death were spread, it would definitely cause a big stir.
"You really don't want to go to Lingyun?" Haiyuan asked.
Xia Mang was silent. He seemed to be thinking of the woman in white as snow, her eyes a little misty.
"It's a good idea not to go!" Haiyuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "To be honest, I don't welcome you, and I don't want you to go to Lingyun."
Xia Mang was speechless, this old guy's face changed so quickly!
"You don't like Su Yatou?" Haiyuan said suddenly.
Xia Mang was startled.
"You broke into Skull Island desperately, struck out those thousand swords almost madly, and even entered the ultimate realm because of it. Is it really just to repay her for the sword on the top of the Golden Summit?" Haiyuan shook.
He shook his head and said: "I was young once."
Xia Mang was dumbfounded, this old man... is really interesting.
"Young people, sometimes once you miss something, you can never look back." Haiyuan said, his tone inexplicably full of vicissitudes of life.
Xia Mang fell silent. He stood up and looked at the boundless West Sea for a long time before saying, "I am like this. Now I am in an awkward position. I might be killed by others at some point. Why bother involving her anymore?"
"Besides..."
He smiled and added: "She insists on forgetting her feelings in order to practice swordsmanship, and she must forget her feelings... This is so good, we will never see each other again after we say goodbye, and even if we meet, it is better than never seeing each other..."
"I'm used to walking alone, and she forgets her feelings with her sword... It's good for both of us." His voice was as smooth as the white snow in the rising sun, pure and clean.
Haiyuan frowned, looked deeply at Xia Mang, and asked: "Isn't it because of the top guy in Kunlun?"
Xia Mang smiled flatly.
"Nowadays, young people have ulterior motives... They are really amazing!" Haiyuan was helpless. He vaguely felt that the relationship between Xia Mang and Su Qingmeng would not end like this. There must be sequels and stories, which would definitely be more ups and downs and thrilling.
Xia Mang chuckled lightly. He stood on the coast with his hands behind his hands. When the wind blew, his hair fluttered lightly, passing over his increasingly handsome and bright eyebrows. He had a different kind of temperament, cold, free and relaxed. This kind of Xia Mang made people very happy.
Difficult to understand.
Even Haiyuan, who has lived for hundreds of years, finds it difficult to guess Xia Mang's thoughts.
"Young people, sometimes once you miss something, you really can't look back." Haiyuan turned around and gradually walked away. Only a faint sigh lingered, "It's hard to bear the past..."