Tian Yuan

Northwest Territory, deep in the dark starry sky.

An ancient cyan temple floats slowly, square and square, with obscure runes engraved everywhere on the walls, and cracks appear in many places, each crack symbolizes the broken Dao law in the world, which is incomplete.

A dark white pillar stands at each corner, reaching as high as the middle of the ancient temple.

The temple is nine stories high and about a hundred feet long.

The top was covered by a dense fog, and there was a faint golden light shining through.

The gate of the temple was closed tightly, and there was a huge bronze ring hanging on the door, which was stained with rust and peeled off a layer of skin.

Looking at the temple from a distance, my heart is heavy, and a feeling of oppression wells up in my heart, which is uncomfortable.

Hundreds of people stood in the starry sky, looking at the ancient temple shrouded in darkness, not daring to come forward.

The smell of desolation and sadness drifted slowly from the end of the starry sky, and no one could maintain a calm mood.

Some people couldn't control their emotions, and two lines of tears fell down unconsciously.

On this day, Chen Qingyuan and others came.

When Daochen Buddha saw the ancient temple for the first time, his body shook slightly, his eyes froze, and he showed a complicated expression.

Daochen Buddha couldn't describe the feeling that suddenly gushed out of his heart, he just felt very painful.

Why is this happening?

Daochen Buddha asked himself in his heart.

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't get an answer.

Looking again, tears ran down his cheeks.

"what happened?"

Chen Qingyuan took a few steps forward, lightly patted Daochen Buddha on the shoulder, and asked with concern.

Daochen Buddha didn't answer, and still kept watching the ancient temple.

Not long after, Dao Chen Buddha sat cross-legged in the void, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and chanted: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva..."

The words of the chanting fell into the ears of everyone, and they were extremely profound and difficult to understand.

The Buddha's voice spread to the depths of the cold starry sky, even to the ancient temple.

"clang--"

Half an hour later, the door of the ancient temple opened, and inside it was an ancient clock that had gone through countless years, shaking gently, and making a simple and heavy bell ringing sound.

Everyone's souls trembled, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the ancient temple, their mouths were slightly opened, and their faces were full of shock.

wow——

The dense fog on the top of the temple seemed to dissipate because of the bell.

Then, everyone saw the scene at the top and was horrified.

What's more, he let out an exclamation, his expression was astonished, it was hard to hide.

"That's... the head!"

On the top of the ancient temple stands the head of a Buddha with his eyes closed.

The Buddha closed his eyes, with his ears hanging on his chin, solemn and solemn.

Above its head, there is a fist-sized Buddhist bead that emits golden light. Even in the darkness, the Buddha's light is still strong and will not be wiped out.

Daochen Buddha finished reading a passage, slowly opened his eyes, got up and faced the ancient temple, and bowed.

"Do you know what's going on here?"

"What does this head mean?"

"I felt like I was suffocating and my whole body was freezing."

Tianjiao from various forces were talking in low voices, looking into the eyes of the ancient temple, a trace of fear emerged.

Due to their strong curiosity, everyone was urged to enter the ancient temple to find out.Even if there are unknown risks inside, he refuses to turn around and leave.

"Clap!"

Without waiting for others to act, Daochen Buddha had already taken a step, walking towards the ancient temple with a solemn and pious expression.

Seeing this, Chen Qingyuan and others immediately followed, always on guard.

Soon, a group of people came to the gate of the ancient temple.

Daochen Buddha stopped, and then made a big salute before moving forward again.

Crossed the temple gate and broke through the prohibition.

The situation and layout of the temple caught everyone's eyes, shocking everyone's minds and admiring them.In addition, there is a hint of horror, which hits the soul directly.

In the center, there is a wooden fish.

Going deeper, there is an ancient bell full of Buddhist scriptures.

Inside, a monk sat cross-legged.

The monk was dressed in a dark yellow cassock, sitting dignifiedly, with his palms folded, very serious.

The moment they saw the monks in the temple, Chen Qingyuan and others were shocked.

Because this is the corpse of an ancient monk without a head.

"The head on the top of the temple should belong to this ancient monk!"

Anyone can guess this.

"What does that mean?"

It's just that everyone is puzzled why the corpses of the ancient monks are separated and located in different locations of the ancient temple in such a strange way.

"Is it assassinated by someone? Or is it because of something?"

None of the people present could understand.

Hundreds of people came to the temple one after another, while the rest waited and watched near the ancient temple, not daring to enter, for fear of being in danger.

"The little monk came from the east to pay homage to the eminent monk."

Without the slightest fear, Daochen Buddha took a step forward and said to the headless ancient monk.

Although this is a corpse that has been dead for an unknown number of years, Daochen Buddha is full of respect, and every move is the highest etiquette of Buddhism.

Chen Qingyuan and the others looked at each other and remained silent.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the black chain hanging the ancient clock broke, causing the ancient clock to fall to the ground, causing the ground to vibrate and dust to fly.

Some timid people thought that they had touched some kind of restriction, and ran out of the ancient temple with a "swish", terrified.

When they found that there was no problem, those people still didn't dare to come in, and stood outside watching with lingering fear.

Following the fall of the ancient clock, a piece of yellow paper floated down from the beam on the first floor of the ancient temple.

The yellow paper is full of ancient scriptures on Buddhism and Taoism, and there are still extremely profound traces of Taoism left.

Daochen Fozi kept staring at the falling yellow paper, and instantly understood what it was for, his pupils shrank, and he opened his mouth slightly.

"Buddha, what is written on it?"

Chen Qingyuan glanced at Daochen Buddha, guessing that he must understand the content on the yellow paper, and asked softly.

"The poor monk is willing to use flesh and blood as a guide to shape the Dharma temple, dispel the fog in front of him, and connect the holy bridge..."

The following content has been eroded by the law of time, and Daochen Buddha couldn't interpret it.

This is a forbidden technique in the Buddhist sect. Performing this technique will definitely eliminate the death of the body and the Tao, without exception.

Daochen Buddha has read all the classics of Dongtu Buddhist Temple since he was a child, but he has not consulted this forbidden technique.

Although he said that Dust Buddha didn't know how to cultivate the forbidden technique, he could be sure that the headless ancient monk in front of him had performed the forbidden technique through the various traces he saw.

"What do you mean?"

When everyone heard the words, their faces were blank.

Of all the people present, the one who knows the most is Chen Qingyuan.

Dispel the front fog and connect to Shenqiao.

Chen Qingyuan muttered a few words, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, he couldn't help but think of the Emperor Qiyou, who was only a thousand years away from landing on the other side, leaving endless regrets.

The ancient temple has a total of nine floors, representing the nine realms of Shenqiao.

In ancient times, the avenue collapsed.

Who is the No. 1 who wanted to break through the limit of the road in modern times?

A monk with a pair of earlobes about to fall to his shoulders, wearing Buddha's light, stepped into the darkness from the sun.