Sky Surveying Demon Hunt

hum!

As soon as Lin Jigang fell into the air, a golden light suddenly appeared above the temple.

At the same time, the lengths of the houses changed, and they changed positions one after another, turning into another hexagram in a blink of an eye.

crunch...

The golden door suddenly opened.

Dozens of figures ran out in two columns, and a golden light leaped towards them.

The figure stood still, and the golden light appeared.

I saw two rows of gray-clothed monks standing outside the golden gate, each with their waists as straight as spears.

On the steps in the middle of the door, two almost identical fat monks stood side by side.

"The donor is coming from afar, the Zen spirit will give birth to light! Please!"

As he said that, the two monks on the left and right stepped back sideways at the same time, clearly making way for the space in the middle.

call!call!

The breeze came from nowhere, and there was a faint sound of gold and iron in the mid-air.

……

In the middle, an old monk wearing a germanium yellow cassock with black spots on his face stood with his feet floating in the air. He bowed slightly to Lin Ji and said, "The abbot invites you, come with me!" Then he didn't wait for Lin Ji to reply. A white light appeared and he turned around and left.

The two huge golden doors closed again.

Rumble…

Looking from mid-air just now, although this temple built in an oasis is magnificent, it is only a thousand feet in diameter at most.

The white light stopped and the smoke dispersed.

Under the golden shadow, a round white light about three feet in size fell to the ground and turned into frost.

Looking at it now, I see that the oasis, river, and surrounding mountains have become a part of the temple, undergoing many changes!

The Haoran Temple covers an area of ​​thousands of miles!

crunch...

As the wind and thunder grew louder and louder, towering trees swayed left and right, and weeds sprouted from the ground.

Click! Click!

Thunder roared from nowhere, and streaks of white light shone in all directions.

With a muffled sound, time and space suddenly exploded all around!

call!

The white light rose and floated straight into the depths of the temple!

Whoosh...

shhhhhh...

After the light and shadow passed by, they merged together quietly.

Dozens of figures lined up outside the door retreated one after another.

"Let's see what tricks these dogs and bald donkeys are up to!" Lin Ji thought to himself, not even bothering to step in.

Even the bluestones neatly spread on the ground floated up one after another, as if they were randomly pieced together by an invisible hand, and instantly formed into rectangular shapes the size of door panels. The carvings behind the bluestones were connected into one, and they were actually one after another. Amulet!

The white light was filled with mist, and it swept straight forward. The halls and corridors it passed along the way split into two sides.

The eaves-shielding beasts squatting on the roof ridges opened their eyes at the same time.

What appeared in front of Lin Ji was a majestic and magnificent palace.

"Um?!"

Lin Ji's heart was shocked, and he suddenly found that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring closely at him.

When I looked up, the three characters "Zhanling Temple" were clearly written on the plaque I was looking at.

However, the font is a bit strange.

Those three characters are actually in three fonts!

The word "Zen" is written in cursive script, with a free and easy pen and round strokes.

The character "ling" is in regular script, horizontally and vertically, like a sword.

The word "Temple" is written in running script, which is smart and beautiful, rising from mountains and falling into water.

Lin Ji had seen two of these three fonts before. The character "Ling" in regular script is exactly the handwriting of the second-generation Holy Emperor Xuanyuan Wuji.

The word "Temple" in running script is exactly the same as the handwriting on the plaque of Daci'en Temple that he just left. It was written by Liu Zuo'an.

This type of "Zen" character has never been seen before.

The three words caught his eye and made Lin Ji's heart tighten, but then they drifted away without a trace.

The old monk who had led Lin Ji all the way here, when he saw that Lin Ji only hesitated for a moment, broke away from Wu Shang's pressure, his pupils shrank, and he subconsciously moved three inches to the side and raised his hand with a finger. He said: "Donor, please, the abbot has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Lin Ji didn't even look at him, and stepped in with a flick of his robe sleeves.

when!

As soon as he settled down, he heard a bell ringing inside.

The sound of the bell was not loud, but it echoed continuously.

The mist in front of me slowly dispersed, and what appeared in front of me was a huge hall with a width of thousands of feet. The large gilt pillars alone were each a foot thick!

Standing majestically in front is a golden Buddha with closed eyes.

The Buddha is sitting cross-legged, with his eyes hanging down. To the naked eye, it looks the same as what you usually see, but upon closer inspection, it turns out to be very strange!

What sits under the Buddha is neither a futon nor a lotus, but a black and white yin and yang fish.

The knot in the hand is not the Buddhist seal of fearlessness, subduing demons, etc., but the spiritual middle finger of Taoism.

It is true that he is wearing a cassock, but there are no strings of beads or weapons all over his body, but there is a magic sword engraved with Taoist patterns on his back!

just like……

The monk who had just returned to secular life entered the Taoist sect.

It looks awkward no matter how nondescript it is.

It would be fine if it were somewhere else, but this is the Buddhist Kingdom of the West!

Why is it displayed so brightly in the main hall?

What is going on in this Zenling Temple?

Don't be afraid of desecrating Buddha statues like this...

"Um?!"

Lin Jigang was suspicious, and suddenly remembered what Liu Zuo'an told him at that time: "...Go west again, to the sea of ​​three thousand sands, called Chanling Temple, and the prisoners inside are the remnants of the Taoist sect!"

Yes!

The seven temples in the West are all sealed, and the domains within them are different.

The Daci'en Temple that I just left is forbidden to demons, and what is trapped here is Dao.

In this way, some heresies are normal.

No wonder those bald donkeys never chanted even a single word of Buddha's name from beginning to end!

Wow…

At this moment, a small door opened in the wall next to the giant Buddha.

Immediately afterwards, a teenage boy slowly walked out pushing a wooden cart.

An old man with wrinkled and dark spots on his face was slumped limply in the car. It looked like his time was running out and he was about to die. But those slightly opened eyes were extraordinarily shining, making the whole room eclipsed by the golden light.

The old man's dress is also very interesting: his bald head is clearly engraved with nine ring scars, but he is wearing a seven-star Taoist robe with purple background and white stripes. A long sword was hung on the armrest of the wheelbarrow, and a wine gourd was tied to the other. In his slightly trembling hands, he was holding a golden folding fan.

Just by looking at one place, there is no way to tell which technique is being practiced!

No one would have believed that the abbot of Chanling Temple looked like this unless he saw it with his own eyes!

Wow…

The little Taoist boy pushed the wooden cart until he walked five feet in front of Lin Ji and stopped.

"The Holy Chosen One is coming from afar, but I hope you will forgive me." The old man in the car said sickly, and then he turned to Lin Ji and cupped his hands: "Old Zhang Yunfeng is polite!"

Old man Zhang Yunfeng...

Lin Ji couldn't help but sneered: "The common people have surnames, and the monks have Dharma names, but this is the first time I have heard someone express it like this. On the contrary, you guys are dogs and bald donkeys. You all claim to be compassionate but have filthy hearts. What ridiculous things can you do?" Not surprising!”

"The donor is right!" The old man said with a slight smile: "Both the Buddha and the monk are not good things!"

"Oh?" Lin Jidao, "What? You old guy, do you want to abandon Buddhism and change your path?"

"The donor is joking!" The old man in the car shook his head slightly: "If you have never practiced it, how can you abandon it? If you have never abandoned it, how can you change it? The law of heaven is clear, and the Buddha is the Tao!" (End of this chapter)