Qingjing Temple is a century-old temple located on the side of a valley, next to a stream of water. It was almost dusk, and Wang Lan and his party had just arrived at Qingjing Temple. The distant bells sounded like clear water washing everyone's spirits.
"What do the donors mean when they come to our temple at dusk?" A middle-aged monk said. Although he didn't know the identities of Wang Lan and others, the red license plate clearly showed that it was a military vehicle.
In addition, the people who got out of the first car were very energetic, so the monk instantly judged that Wang Lan and his party were not tourists.
"We are the headquarters of the Tianjian Bureau of Yunhai Province. Is Zen Master Pu Hai of Qingjing Temple here?"
"Amitabha, Master Pu Hai practices in our temple, but he has been practicing closed-mouth meditation for seven years."
"We want to see Zen Master Pu Hai, please take us there." The operations department shouted without rejection, making all the monks look nervous.
It stands to reason that Zen Master Pu Hai has practiced closed-mouth meditation for seven years and has never been out of the temple during these seven years. He should not have committed anything...but why did the relevant departments come to him?
Under the leadership of the presiding abbot, the group came to the Zen courtyard behind the temple. Soon, an old monk was supported by two young monks and walked out of a simple dormitory.
"Amitabha, dear donors, this is Master Pu Hai. Master Pu Hai has been practicing closed-mouth meditation for seven years, and he still has two years left to complete his merits. If you have any questions, the poor monk can answer them for you. What do you think, donors?"
"Zen Master Pu Hai, where is the White Lotus Sect?" Wang Lan asked first.
Zen Master Pu Hai shook his head silently and made quick gestures in the abbot's hand.
"My uncle said that he has never heard of the White Lotus Sect, let alone where it is."
"Back then, Sakyamuni Buddha and the local righteous alliance headed by the White Lotus Sect joined forces to resist the Immortality Sect controlled by the devil. After several years of fierce fighting, the Buddha finally sealed the soul and body of the devil.
The soul was sealed in the Demon-Suppressing Buddha statue and guarded by his disciple Canaan, who later founded the Nianhua Temple. The physical body was collected by the White Lotus Sect, but three thousand years have passed and things have changed, and the White Lotus Sect has disappeared in the long river of history.
Now that the evil spirit has broken free from the seal and continues to cause harm to the world, we need to find its body before the evil spirit. Does the master really not know, or does he not want to tell?"
"Amitabha——" Suddenly, Zen Master Pu Hai put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name tremblingly.
The surrounding monks all looked at Zen Master Pu Hai in astonishment. The closed-mouth Zen practice that he had practiced for seven years was broken today. After seven years of practice, it was completely destroyed in one day.
"Donor, the poor monk really doesn't know that when the Canaan Patriarch passed down the Nianhua Temple, it was indeed to suppress the evil spirit. But how and where to suppress it, only the abbot of the Nianhua Temple can inherit and know.
As for the White Lotus Sect, the monks do not tell lies, but the poor monk really does not know. This should also be related to the secrets of Nianhua Temple passed down from ancient times. The poor monk opened his mouth today and has paid the price of breaking his merits. The poor monk is already old, and I am afraid that he will not be able to do it again.
There is no way to achieve perfection, and everything the poor monk said is true."
"In that case, do you know the whereabouts of Nianhua Temple?"
"The poor monk knows." After saying that, Zen Master Pu Hai stood up and walked into the Zen room. After a long time, he came out with a gray cassock, "Nianhua Temple is the holy place of Yunhai Buddhism, and there are paintings on this cassock.
Look for the map of Nianhua Temple. The donor can use the map to guide you to Nianhua Temple."
Wang Lan took the cassock and unfolded it. He didn't know what material the cassock was made of. It seemed to be old but there was no trace of damage or weathering. When seeing the cassock, the eyes of many monks in Qingjing Temple lit up.
Nianhua Temple is the holy place of Yunhai Buddhist Sect. Every devout Buddhist disciple hopes to go to Nianhua Temple to worship and practice. However, Nianhua Temple only exists in legends, and only truly enlightened monks have the opportunity.
Go to Nianhua Temple to practice.
Although they knew that Zen Master Pu Hai had visited Nianhua Temple, they had never found out the whereabouts of Nianhua Temple from Zen Master Pu Hai for decades. When they saw this map, it was the presiding officer of the eminent Buddhist monk.
There was also a hint of greed.
Guilty sin.
Wang Lan didn't dare to delay after getting the map, and quickly set off with Yuruo Yunjiang Xinyu and Zhang Huai, director of the operations department. Judging from the map, Nianhua Temple was hidden even deeper than the primitive village.
There are a total of nine check-in locations on the map. To go to the next check-in location, you must establish the direction at the previous check-in location. This makes it difficult for Wang Lan to fly directly there.
But it's not particularly difficult.
Wang Lan and others cultivated to a high level at extremely fast speeds, and after two hours they were already deep into the dense forest.
"Why is Nianhua Temple in a place like this?" Zhang Huai couldn't help complaining, "This is no longer a hidden problem, this place is completely desolate. Deep in the mountains and forests, isolated from the world, what do they eat and drink?
How do you live? You can't live like a savage, right?"
"There should be a peach orchard deep in the jungle... Wait, someone walked here not long ago." Wang Lan suddenly stopped and said.
"The scratches are very new, no more than twenty-four hours old. This is a mark left to prevent getting lost."
"Ruoyun, feel it." Wang Lan ordered.
"There is no one within a radius of five kilometers... he should have left long ago. Wang Lan doesn't need to worry about him. It's best to find Nianhua Temple first."
The group continued to move forward, and after about an hour, they arrived at the check-in location less than three kilometers away from Nianhua Temple. They continued to travel two kilometers in the designated direction to reach Nianhua Temple.
"There's someone!" Yu Ruoyun shouted suddenly, staring straight at a position deep in the jungle.
"Little girl, you are so young and so powerful, you can actually discover my existence?" A joking voice sounded, and in an instant, a figure appeared on the trunk of the big tree.
With his appearance, figures flashed in the dense forest, and twelve or three people appeared strangely on the trunk of a huge tree. Each one wore a mask and looked particularly mysterious.
"One titled powerhouse level and twelve star sea realms. This configuration is enough to fight a war to destroy the country..." Wang Lan thought to himself.
"Under the gray fox crown, is that you?" Zhang Huai took a step forward and asked in surprise.
"Who are you?"
"I am Zhang Huai, Director of the Operations Division of the Tianjian Bureau Headquarters in Yunhai Province. Your Majesty Gray Fox Crown, you have been missing for three days. Why haven't you replied to us in the past three days?"
"Three days? Impossible. It's only been half a day since we set off." Gray Fox was slightly surprised, "Are you from the Yunhai Tianjian Bureau? Are there such masters in the Yunhai Tianjian Bureau?"
"Oh, Your Majesty Gray Fox, let me introduce to you, this is Your Majesty Tanlang, this is Your Highness Princess Jade, and this is Ms. Jiang Xinyu."
When Zhang Huai revealed his identity, Gray Fox's face changed slightly. Their configuration of twelve Star Sea realms with one title was already a fairy lineup, but compared to Wang Lan's lineup, it was incomparable.
Two titled powerhouses, and one the youngest record holder in the Star Sea Realm. The problem is that the three in front of me once held this record. The record that has not been broken for decades was first broken by Yu Ruoyun and then by Wang Lan.
, and now it was broken by Jiang Xinyu.
Now Yu Ruoyun is banned, Wang Lan is banned, and Jiang Xinyu may also be banned, but the ban is still on the way and has not been delivered yet. Comparing his lineup with the opponent's three banned accounts, it is simply not worth mentioning.
Whoosh——
Gray Fox appeared in front of Wang Lan and stretched out his hand, "I am Gray Fox, Your Excellency Tanlang. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Hello, why are you here?"
"We came here to track down the recent large number of missing star warriors. We just found some clues and entered the dense forest. It took us a long time to track down here. After wandering around for a long time, we actually got lost.
By the way, have we really set out for three days? Why has only one day passed for us? Have we encountered a spiritual obstacle?"
"Maybe."
"What about you? Are you also looking for the missing star warrior?"
"No, we are looking for an ancient temple."
"I have also lost the other party's clue now, and I almost got lost just now. Otherwise, let's act together."
Gray Fox wanted to form a team, so Wang Lan naturally had no reason to refuse. The two parties met and walked towards Nianhua Temple.
After traveling two kilometers, we finally found the peach garden that Wang Lan had guessed. We passed through a neat redwood forest and came to a large plain with lakes and grain fields. The world in front of us seemed to be the same as the one we had just visited.
The world is falling apart.
However, the wheat fields were full of life, but the three rows of houses in the distance turned into ruins.
The faces of Wang Lan and others changed drastically, and they flashed into the ruins in an instant.
Severed corpses were scattered all over the place, and the blood had not yet completely solidified. Nianhua Temple, which was supposed to be the holy land of Buddhism, had now become an Asura hell.
"Are you late?" Yu Ruoyun said with a slight frown as she looked at the scene in front of her.
"The signs of the battle are very clear, and the battle did not last long." Gray Fox looked around and sighed.
Wang Lan walked through the ruins. Only the corpses of monks from Nianhua Temple were scattered everywhere but not the corpses of the attackers. Either the attackers disposed of the bodies, or the attackers were much stronger than Nianhua Temple and the attackers were intact.
Wang Lan stopped and found a broken plaque among the ruins. The words "Nianhua Temple" on the plaque looked so ironic.
The battle should end within an hour, judging from the solidified state of the blood. Looking at the scene in front of them, the group of people felt as if their chests were blocked by a huge stone.
Walking to the center of Nianhua Temple, an old monk wearing gray robes sat cross-legged. The old monk had a white beard and his head was lowered. He was dead. His chest was soaked with blood, and his heart was brutally dug out.
came out.
Obviously, the old monk's posture was not deliberately made like this by the murderer. The old monk had a dignified appearance and held a Buddhist bead in his left hand. Perhaps he was reciting Buddhist scriptures at the moment of his death.
In front of the old monk's body, there were six words stained with blood, "Come where you came, go where you are going."
"Come out? Go somewhere? Is this an allusion from the Buddhist scriptures?"
"What does the old monk mean by leaving these six words? Is there any metaphor?" Jiang Xinyu asked curiously.
"Probably not. Maybe the old monk means that he came from annihilation and is now going to annihilation." Gray Fox said calmly, stroking a bunch of beard on his chin.
"Search around to see if there is anything useful, especially ancient scriptures and so on. Even if Nianhua Temple is destroyed, maybe some secrets will be recorded in the scriptures."