Sky Surveying Demon Hunt

Lin Ji turned to look at Liu Zuo'an in confusion, feeling more and more that this person was unfathomable.

As early as that year, he, Gao Qunshu and Wei Yannian were known as the three great heavenly officials.

But except for the demon kingdom and his party who "persuaded" to kill the monks, no one knew what his methods were.

Not only does he know everything about the Buddhist kingdom and the comings and goings of the Kyushu, but he also seems to have known about the seven dharma bodies he possesses.

Furthermore, in this great Ci Enli, where Gao Qun Shu still needs to make the tiger leave the mountain, and Qin Lin's suffering is sat through the bottom of the vat, he is also respected as a guest.

What's even more weird is that with Lin Ji's cultivation in the middle stage of Daocheng at this time, he can't even see through Liu Zuo'an's realm.

Just now, the method of pushing the cup and pouring tea with one hand seems casual, but it is mysterious and mysterious. The skills displayed in the flowing clouds and flowing water are actually unprecedented!

Regardless of Wei Yannian or Gao Qunshu, although one wields a sword and the other wields a sword, the source of their spiritual energy is the same. They are both inherited from Jian Tiansi.

But this is not the case with Liu Zuoan.

Not only did he not have half of the aura of Jiantian lineage passed down from Lan Ting, he was even different from everyone else Lin Ji had ever seen.

The awe-inspiring energy of Lanting, the emperors of the Qin and Bai families, the ruthless Tao, Taiyi Sect's Arctic Kung Fu, the body refining technique of the Sansheng Cave, the misty technique of Jinding Mountain... and even the corresponding techniques of the Kyushu Taoist Sect were all created by Xuanyuan Wuji. Evolved from the "Wordless Heavenly Book", although there are thousands of differences, their origins can be traced back to the same sect.

But the aura of Liu Zuo Anzhou's body was completely different!

It's like...

The great avenue of heaven and earth forms a unique line!

Who is this person from?

Was he just one of the three heavenly officials back then?

When Liu Zuoan saw Lin Ji, his eyes were full of doubts, and he just smiled and said nothing. Lifting the pot, he drank the last drop of tea with his mouth to his mouth. Then he stood up, clapped his sleeves and said, "If you had come here a few years earlier, you would have done two things."

"The first is Qin Linzhi, the second is the difficulty of understanding."

"But now, Qin Linzhi cannot be separated for the time being, and the difficulty of enlightenment is far away in Mount Sumeru. With your name as the chosen one and the contemporary holy emperor, you naturally cannot only care about these trivial matters. Anping the Western Land is the most important thing. With Wu There won’t be any chaos in Ci’en Temple for the time being, so you can just do what you have to do. I’ll go ahead, little friend, and I’ll see you someday!”

With that said, Liu Zuoan raised his hand slightly towards Lin Ji and turned into a breeze and dispersed out of thin air.

Li Wu stood up in a hurry, put his hands together and bowed to see him off.

When Lin Ji saw Abbot Wu being so respectful, he couldn't help but asked more curiously: "Master Wu, who is this Senior Liu?"

Liao Wu shook his head and said: "Donor Liu's coming and going is a mystery, how can I know?"

"Oh? Even you don't know?"

Liao Wu smiled bitterly, pointed in the distance and said, "Can the donor see the plaque?"

Lin Ji looked up and saw a three-foot-long plaque hanging high on the porch in the middle of the main hall. Above it were engraved with four gilded characters "Da Ci'en Temple" and a fierce sword mark diagonally. Passing by, it is still eye-catching even after thousands of years!

"The sword mark on the plaque was where Mr. Lan sealed the territory with his sword back then, but the font on the plaque..." Wu paused and pointed at the table.

Lin Ji looked down and was shocked!

The half of the word "法" ​​that has not yet dried up is exactly the same as the writing on the plaque!

This!

It was a thousand years ago that Mr. Lan caused trouble in the West, but this Great Ci'en Temple was even more long ago!

If the handwriting on this plaque was written by Liu Zuoan himself, then he...

"The "Sixth Patriarch's Altar Sutra" stored in the temple is a famous copy copied from Mount Sumeru, and the handwriting on the top is exactly the same as on the plaque. This sutra is very strange. Once it is taken away from the hand, it can no longer be described. It can only be seen by the abbots of the past dynasties. It can only be understood but cannot be explained. In the past seven hundred years, I have been enlightened for six or seven years, but not long ago, Master Liu has come back again. "

hiss!

When Lin Ji heard this, he couldn't help but secretly took a breath!

This Liu Zuoan is really not simple!

"Nirvana and rebirth, emptiness is eternal, far away from suffering and disaster, there is no bliss, only good and great goodness..."

Not far away, Qin Linzhi was still speaking out the sutra, and the vomiting continued.

The young monks sitting opposite and copying scriptures had been replaced by a new group a long time ago, but they were still sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Liao Wu explained: "I don't know what Almsgiver Liu said to him that day. Since then, he has been studying scriptures day and night. He has already seen everything hidden in the temple, and even integrated them into new interpretations. Even the old man also I feel sorry for myself. A few days ago, there were auspicious clouds in the eastern sky, and the Buddha's bell was ringing. He suddenly shouted loudly, taught people to carry paper and ink, and then continued to speak sutras. Now, the Buddha has interpreted one hundred and thirty-eight. Chapter, it is a great merit for our Buddhist sect!”

Lin Ji nodded slightly, and couldn't help but become more confused about Liu Zuoan's background!

Who is this person?

How come you are so proficient in Buddhist attainments?

Let’s find out more when I return from my trip to the west!

"Master Wu." Lin Ji thought about this and bowed his hands in salute: "Lin, don't go now, see you later!"

"Donor, please go slowly." Liu Wu said goodbye with folded hands. Whoosh...

A ray of blue light broke through the sky and went away, heading westward.

……

To the west of Ci'en Temple is a vast expanse of yellow sand. Lin Ji had just crossed it for more than a hundred miles when he saw a small black dot shrinking against the sand dunes in the strong wind.

Looking closer, there were more than 20 or 30 camels lying on the ground in a circle, with a dozen men in the middle hunched over, guarding a small colorful tent.

The wind and sand were so strong that the tent was tilted this way and that, as if it would be lifted into the sky at any time.

"Amitabha!"

"My Buddha bless you!"

"Help the poor, help the distressed..."

The whistling wind became faster and fiercer, and the people's continuous prayers also had a faint tremor, making them extremely anxious.

The sound of babies crying could be heard intermittently in the small tent surrounded by the middle.

Lin Ji waved his hand.

A green light flashed across, and the strong wind suddenly stopped.

"Ah! The wind has stopped! Stopped!"

"My Buddha bless you!"

"The true Buddha appears!"

……

Everyone cheered and jumped out of the sand one by one, kneeling down to the west and prostrating repeatedly.

"No... not a divine monk?!"

Someone found Lin Ji hanging in the air and was even more surprised.

Because of the Buddhist temple that separated them forever, the people in the Western Territory had never seen the monks from Kyushu, and thought that all kinds of miracles were performed by monks. When they saw Lin Ji's dress, they couldn't help but be stunned, and they hesitated for a long time not knowing what to call them.

Lin Ji didn't care. When he saw that everyone had been rescued and was about to leave, he suddenly noticed that the small tent surrounded in the middle flashed leisurely, and there was a very familiar atmosphere.

"Um?!"

Lin Ji lowered his eyes and happened to see a corner of the tent being opened.

A young woman holding a yellow cloth swaddling clothes looked up and met Lin Ji's eyes.

"Master?!" The woman was stunned for a while, then suddenly screamed.

"Master, save me! Save me!"

The woman screamed like crazy.

When the men around her heard this, they rushed over, covered her mouth, and pushed her into the tent.

"Stop!" Lin Jidian shouted and fell into the air. (End of chapter)