Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

In the meditation temple, Zhaitang.

Xuzhu held the white porridge and placed it in front of Zen Master Huilun. However, the master suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

That is the direction of Yijianmen.

Uncle Shi... he's doing it!

Xu Zhu heard Master's murmur, and suddenly asked worriedly: Master, Master Xu of Yin Yang Peak did not arrive as scheduled, will Master Uncle make too much noise and alarm all forces in Nanling City...

He remembered that Master once said that he needed to use Xu New Year's yin and yang illusion to cover up his qi.

But now, the other party did not arrive as scheduled.

Although there is no power in Nanling City, it can rival their Xiaohanshan Temple, but it is intertwined, and there are many industries of Dongling County dignitaries and three sects and seventeen sects.

Even, there may be demon clan and demon clan hidden.

If they pass on the news, they may attract strong people to investigate and interfere with the ceremony.

Huilun looked back, picked up the porridge and said with a smile: It's okay, Master Xuanku is a strong Yang God realm, and he has his own measure. His 'Wuxiangtian' also has a covering effect.

This Wuxiangtian is the manifestation of Xuanku's fate, which is yellow in color, scattered like a ray of light, and illuminates immeasurably.

However, the masking effect is far inferior to the yin and yang illusion.

Therefore, the moment Xuan Ku started, there were several people in Nanling City looking at it from a distance. Although they couldn't see it, they could sense that there was a fight in the Yangshen Realm.

As soon as the three of them differentiated, their faces changed slightly, and they quickly restrained their perceptions and pretended not to see them.

There was also an old man sitting on the edge of the Temple of Heaven Square, squatting on melons and fruits, and murmured, Hehe, the grand ceremony of preaching the scriptures, Xiaohanshan Temple, after all, you can't sit still anymore.

There was also a person in the city lord's mansion who looked away, it was Xiahou Chun, the commander of the light cavalry, who had never shown his face.

Sir, are you really not going to ask for help?

He asked the man in green robe standing quietly beside him.

This man has thick eyebrows, a wide nose, and a sense of majesty.

Xia Houchun was unwilling, but his lips twitched twice, and after all, he held his fist and did not continue to ask questions.

Hui Lun, who was sitting quietly in the restaurant, pondered for a few breaths before taking a sip of the porridge. I don't know why, but I always feel that today's porridge is much more bitter than before.

Before that, he never thought that Master Xuan Ku would miss, but at this moment...

He sensed a tinge of unease.

...

Yijianmen, front yard.

Xuan Ku stood in the yellow sky, thin and stooped, but it seemed to have turned into a whole sky.

When everyone looked at it, they only felt a flower in front of them, and they had already fallen into the surging waves, and the light boat under their feet was undulating.

Don't panic, this is an illusion!

Zhang Ming reminded all around.

However, Xuan Ku only stared at Zhang Xiaoyi alone, and then slowly walked over. His speed was not fast, but he left a string of afterimages in the same place, and he came to the front in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Ming was startled: The Primordial Spirit is out of the body!

I saw a figure in yellow robe where Xuan Ku was standing, with his hands folded and motionless.

His body is like a yellow light source, connected with the entire sky and the entire ocean waves.

The yellow figure who was in front of him proclaimed a Buddha's name and reached out his hand, as if his stomach had been ripped open, and slapped it on his chest in Zhang Xiaoyi's surprised eyes.

The next second, Zhang Xiaoyi's body trembled, and cracks appeared, shattering like a porcelain doll.

It turns out...it's vulnerable!

Xuan Ku shook his head, Yuanshen stepped back, strung together the dying afterimages, and fell into the body.

The crowd was stunned for a moment.

Taixuzi, who claimed to be the master of Qinghui Taoist master, died? Was it just randomly shot to pieces?

Qingquan suddenly raised the purple-gold red gourd and shouted with grief and anger: Old bald donkey,

How dare you hurt my master! Xuan bitter! I call you, do you dare to promise!

He thought that the master was really dead.

This time the sadness is greater than the last. He cried, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Xuan Ku clasped his palms together and said, Donor...

As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a huge attraction, spewing out from the weird red gourd, and the whole person was instantly enveloped by the scarlet light.

Master, Qingquan has avenged you.

Qingquan suddenly threw the gourd, and the light in his hand became deeper, pulling Xuan Ku into the air.

Impossible, what kind of baby is this!

Xuan Ku's complexion changed greatly, and he no longer had control over the world, and his Yuanshen was out of his body.

The entire fantasy ocean began to tremble violently.

He tried his best to resist, but he still flew out involuntarily, and he was about to be sucked into the red gourd.

Dinghui Buddha beads, broken!

At a critical juncture, Xuan Ku suddenly shouted in the air, and the dark rosary on his neck suddenly burst.

Then, he froze and fell from the air. In the broken Dinghui Buddha beads, an identical shadow of an old monk was born, which was swallowed up by the red gourd.

Moving flowers to join trees, the substitute should be robbed?

Zhang Ming's eyes narrowed, but the thing he was most worried about had happened. The old monk had a magic weapon on his body.

Qingquan was stunned holding the red gourd and shouted anxiously: Xuanku! I call you, do you dare to agree! Xuanku, Xuanku, Xuanku! Coward!

He was scolding, but the whole person fell to the ground, his eyes slumped, the master, the disciple is incompetent...

Xuan Ku escaped from the mouth of the red gourd, and was able to save his life by relying on the Dinghui Buddha beads passed down by the ancestors of Xiaohanshan Temple.

Qingquan raised his head, like grabbing the last straw, and begged, Brother! Brother, our master is dead again! Take action and avenge your master!

However, in his eyes, the senior brother stood quietly, his eyes fell behind him.

Master's death, do you not make waves?

You... are you still my brother Qingquan? So, it's true that love goes away, right...

At this moment, he was extremely desperate.

However, at this moment, from his senior brother's eyes, he saw a palm slowly stretched out from behind him and tapped on his shoulder.

boom. boom.

Someone is actually filming themselves.

Silly apprentice, don't you really think that an old monk from Xiaohanshan Temple can be killed as a teacher, right?

Familiar voices seem to come from across the years.

Qingquan was stunned for a moment, and turned his head suddenly, only to see that generous and majestic face staring at him, the same as five years ago, the same as ten years ago...

It was as if he never left.

The feeling in my heart has never disappeared.

Zhang Ming and Lu Xueqing looked at each other, not knowing how to speak or explain. When everyone knows a thing is false, only you don't.

Is it worth it or not?

Is this feeling real or not?

Lu Xueqing was a little stunned, and thought to herself, Master, I thought I already cared about you. But now compared to my uncle, I don't seem to care enough about you.

If one day, you leave... or are gone, can you let your disciple have a dream that never wakes up like today. What does the world's reputation have to do with me?

If Qingquan knew, I'm afraid he would never want to know the truth behind today's scene.

It was the death of the society and the moment of waking up from a dream.

The sky above his head was yellow like a dream, and the surrounding waves were surging, and suddenly a hundred meters high sea water swept over.

When Xuan Ku saw Tai Xuzi who had come back from the dead, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he immediately sat cross-legged.

The Buddha said that there is no appearance and no self, and all appearances are illusory. If you see appearances that are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata.