Supreme Soldier King City Tour

Chapter 435 Ancient Forest Temple
"Wu Xuan, let's see if you die or not!"

Poseidon showed a ferocious smile, and he ordered: "Equipped with a gas mask, no matter whether you see a living person or a dead person, beat me into a sieve."

He knew that Wu Xuan had a lot of tricks and it was not suitable to deal with him, so he also used extinction-like strikes.

This time, Wu Xuan will have to shed his skin even if he is not dead.

The cave gradually became wider, and a little light appeared in the distance, like the avenue leading to the light, which is the way of life.

Wu Xuan was overjoyed immediately, this is the road that never ends.

As long as he can rush out of this cave, he can avoid the poisonous mist.

"I...I can't run anymore."

Wang Yilei was out of breath, she was exhausted from today's experience.She had never run like this in her life.

Wu Xuan held it against his shoulders, and the space in the cave gradually opened up, enough for him to straighten up and run with all his strength.

The speed of the poisonous gas bomb in the red air was terrifying, no different from Wu Xuan's, and followed closely behind.

"Victory is just around the corner!"

Wu Xuan felt that the light in front of him was expanding rapidly, and he jumped out suddenly, the intense blazing light made him somewhat unable to open his eyes.

Landing on the ground is soft green grass, slightly golden, and it is quite beautiful against the sunlight.

"Finally alive."

Wang Yilei lay on the grass and breathed heavily.

At this time, it has entered the early autumn, the leaves are yellowish, and the golden road is paved on the ground.

Wu Xuan also heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that the Black God Mercenary Group should not be able to track down in a short time.

Wang Yilei sat up, her proud chest rose and fell, and her beautiful eyes shone brightly.

"It's so exciting." She forgot the slightest fear of blood before.

Wu Xuan smiled helplessly: "Exciting, I don't want to experience it a second time."

Suddenly, Wu Xuan's ears twitched, and he saw the poisonous gas in the cave pouring out quickly, and there were slight footsteps.

He signaled Wang Yilei not to speak, and said angrily: "It's really a bunch of lingering guys."

He looked at Wang Yilei and smiled, "Can you still run?"

Wang Yilei nodded obediently.

The two quickly put up all their strength and ran towards the deep mountain. Behind him, he heard Jack Luo's angry roar, and then there were sparse voices coming towards the two of them.

Wu Xuan and Wang Yilei kept running, and they didn't even know how long they had been running.

It was getting dusk, and Wu Xuan was a little tired.

The dim woods gradually dissipated, and there appeared a dusty and quaint stone steps, full of traces of the years, covered with yellowish fallen leaves, very beautiful.

Going up the stone steps, you can see a simple and heavy building. It looks unremarkable, but it can give people a heavy feeling, awe-inspiring, and no idea of ​​​​blasphemy.

The vermilion walls are carved with exquisite murals, all of which are kind and majestic Buddhas, as if guarding the building.

"This is... a temple?!"

Wu Xuan was surprised, both of them did not expect to see a temple in this deep mountain.

The smoke from the kitchen rises from the temple, and it is even more inhabited.

Wu Xuan had met many monks before, but they were all exaggerated by the city's feasting and feasting, and had long since lost their Buddha nature.

And monks who can survive in the deep mountains and cultivate with this tranquility are definitely called real monks.

It was getting late, there were ferocious beasts living in this mountain, and the Black God mercenary group behind them had already lost track of where they were, so they probably couldn't catch up, so he had the idea of ​​staying overnight.

"This...is not a black shop, right?" Wang Yilei asked timidly.

There is a temple in this deep mountain, and it even appeared in front of the two of them. After a day of life and death, she was tense.

Wu Xuan said with a smile: "How could it be, you must be too nervous."

Wang Yilei nodded, I hope her worries are unnecessary.

Wu Xuan was going to knock on the remaining door of the temple, but the door opened gently, and a young monk with a broom in his hand walked out. He was about to clean the stone steps, but he saw Wu Xuan and the two of them.

Wu Xuan smiled faintly, and said: "Little Master, the two of us lost our way while playing. Because it was getting late, we passed by an expensive place and wanted to stay overnight. I wonder if you can accommodate me."

The little monk stretched out his palms and stood in front of his chest, bowed slightly, and said, "You two benefactors, please come with me, this matter requires my master's nod."

"Thank you little master."

Wu Xuan and the two immediately followed the young monk into the temple.

The Buddhist culture is extensive and profound, and has a long history. Wu Xuan also respects this very much and will not be sloppy.

The interior decoration of the temple is not simple. A tripod and two tall incense burners are erected in the center, and the cigarettes are lingering, which makes people feel calm.

Among them, there are four temples, all of which are dedicated to the famous Buddha.

Under the golden glazed tile eaves, an old monk with white eyebrows and temples is sitting cross-legged on a futon, quietly beating wooden fish in his hands, wrapped in incense, and concentrating on litigating Buddhist scriptures.

"Both benefactors, please stay here later, and I will invite Master."

The young monk spoke, walked towards the old monk, and said these things in a soft voice.

Seeing that there was tribute incense beside the incense cauldron, Wu Xuan lit it together with Wang Yilei, and inserted it into the incense cauldron with respect.

"The old monk sees that the benefactor has a good relationship with my Buddha, and the monk is willing to give alms. As long as the benefactor does not dislike the cold temple, please do it."

The old monk put down the wooden fish, and he looked at Wu Xuan with a benevolent expression, quite Buddhist.

Wu Xuanxin said happily: "Thank you, master."

Wu Xuancai discovered that in the huge temple, there were only old monks and young monks living there, and no one else.

In the middle of the night, the little monk came to invite Wu Xuan and the two to have a fast meal together. After a day's toil, Wu Xuan and the two had already starved to death, so they respectfully obeyed.

In the open sky, there is an extra wooden table with simplified notation and four chairs.

Simple two or three green vegetables and four pairs of bowls and chopsticks are placed on the table, which is a real vegetarian meal for Buddhist practice.

"Amitabha, the two benefactors, the temple is shabby, and the hospitality is poor, please forgive me."

The old monk always had a kind smile on his face. He squinted his eyes like a living Buddha.

Wu Xuan smiled lightly: "This is the most delicious meal we have ever had."

Wang Yilei nodded continuously. After a day of hard work, she felt that the clear water cabbage was so sweet.

After eating the fast meal, Wu Xuan regained his strength and his eyes were full of energy.

When he saw the old monk again, he finally noticed something strange in his heart.

He always felt that this old monk was not an extraordinary person, but probably a master. Although he looked very ordinary, his many years of practice made his strength deeply hidden.

But Wu Xuan couldn't verify it. He couldn't use the help of the other party to test the authenticity of the other party's strength.

In the important place of Buddhism, he dare not be presumptuous.

For the old monks, this is a holy place of faith and a place for them to practice.

Here in the deep mountains, if you don't get entangled in the mundane world, you must be a kind of eminent monk.

There is no comparison with those who bathe in the world of mortals and get rid of their Buddha nature.

(End of this chapter)