Palace Lord, he just wants to be beautiful

Tang Huan didn't know anything about the situation in the land boundary. When Yan Fei and Ai Zhiling went to the Disha Demon Clan, he took the little monk up to Guixu Mountain and successfully sneaked into the Lingxu Temple.

There are more disciples in Lingxu Temple than expected, probably because no one goes out to practice, and disciples above Jindan can be seen everywhere.

Some people are standing in the square, some are cultivating their minds on the top of the tower, and some are riding clouds and fog, playing vigorously with an eyebrow-level stick.

Strong, strong like clouds!

The disciples of Baixiao Pavilion were not welcome, Tang Huan did not dare to be reckless, and followed Daoxuan all the way, his eyes under the mask scanned the surroundings, and asked in a low voice: "The disciples of Lingxu Temple are not divided into inner and outer sects?"

Daoxuan shook his head: "No, new disciples will go to the Suffering Buddha Hall to investigate the wisdom roots, and the host will bestow the disciples with wisdom roots with a Taoist name, and the rest will be counted as sweeping disciples."

Lingxu Temple is extremely mysterious in the original book. Tang Huan only knows that they are powerful, but he doesn't know the secrets of the temple.

He glanced at the Golden Core cultivator not far away, who was dressed in coarse linen, and asked curiously: "His cultivation is much stronger than yours, and he just sweeps away disciples?"

The little monk in the foundation building period blushed, and said a little annoyed: "It's the host who said that the poor monk has the roots of wisdom!"

"Okay, you have roots of wisdom."

After stroking the young monk's bare head, Tang Huan continued to search for Xiao Changli's breath, and asked, "Do all the disciples of Lingxu Temple have to be ordained?"

Daoxuan returned to his old-fashioned posture, clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "Only by getting rid of all worries, can we practice with one heart and one mind."

Every time Xiao Changli appeared, he was very personable, and even the magic weapon was an extremely chic folding fan. According to his usual demeanor, it is unlikely that he would shave his head bald.

"Isn't it among the disciples?" Tang Huan murmured to himself. He was placed in the guest room in the back mountain, and his spiritual sense searched all the way, but found nothing.

After resting for a while, Tang Huan walked out of the room under the watchful eyes of the disciples of Lingxu Temple.

If you can't find Xiao Changli, then look for the Spirit of Desire first.

Xiao Changli has no reason to stay in Lingxu Temple, he will hide here, most likely because of the sword spirit.

In the original book, the spirit of desire awakens from a string of Buddhist beads two years later, and the string of Buddhist beads is bestowed by the abbot to the next Buddhist disciple named Li Qinglan.

There are currently no disciples in Lingxu Temple, and the abbot will choose a candidate for the disciples only after the sect has been established for a thousand years, that is, two years later.

As for the name Li Qinglan, Daoxuan had never heard of it before. The monks fell into Buddhism and abandoned their past. Except for himself and the host, no one knew their real names.

In other words, in the huge Lingxu Temple, with hundreds of disciples, Tang Huan had to ask for their real names one by one, or they had to kidnap the presiding monk and force them to find out who Li Qinglan was.

Three days doesn't seem to be enough...

Tang Huan thought for a moment at the door, planning to stroll around first before talking.

There is no clue about "Li Qinglan". Being able to be entangled by the spirit of desire shows that this monk has a very good appearance, and it is difficult to hide his beauty even if he has a shaved head.

The disciples of Lingxu Temple and the disciples of Changhuan Palace have a similar rhythm. One is hidden from the world, and the other is passively closed to the valley. The disciples in the sect have been "closed" for a long time, and they are very curious about outsiders.

The appearance of Tang Huan completely broke the century-old peace of Lingxu Temple.

In order not to reveal his secrets, Tang Huan dutifully played the role of a disciple of Baixiao Pavilion, and would step forward to question monks who were alone.

"May I ask what you think of the current situation in the Three Realms? Lingxu Temple is hidden from the world, do you not want to participate, or are you waiting for an opportunity to sneak in?"

"A few months ago, the immeasurable Buddha went to Wan Dao Continent to encircle and suppress Tang Huan, so the first choice after the birth of Lingxu Temple was Changhuan Palace?"

"Who stepped down the psychedelic formation in Guixu Mountain? Is the number one expert on the gold list the strong one from Lingxu Temple? Lingxu Temple closed the mountain a hundred years ago, is it really related to Xiao Changli?"

"I-I don't know..."

The handsome young monk was cornered for questioning, and the sweat was visible to the naked eye. Tang Huan was like an aggressive gossip reporter in modern society, and he didn't give the other party any room to breathe.

The identity of Baixiao Pavilion disciple is very useful.

After pestering several disciples one after another, the place Tang Huan visited became extremely empty. The disciples who had been watching outsiders saw him as if they were seeing a scourge, and they were afraid to avoid him!

"Someone from Baixiao Pavilion went to the front yard, let the disciples who are nearby to avoid it, and don't reveal the secrets of the temple!"

Someone said depressedly: "Brother Hongyu...how can such an annoying sect like the disciples of Baixiao Pavilion survive for a hundred years?"

"...Since he sent Junior Brother Daoxuan back from Xingchenhai, he entertained him both emotionally and rationally. You can just avoid him in the near future."

It took less than an hour for Tang Huan to "run wild" in Lingxu Temple.

All the disciples of Lingxu Temple who were secretly staring at him were picked out one by one by him and questioned one by one. Tang Huan finally gave up until the aura of the strong Nascent Soul appeared, and let the Nascent Soul follow secretly, swaggering around in the empty Lingxu Temple .

When he turned to the back mountain of Lingxu Temple, a holy place called Bixie Cliff, the aura of Yuanying in the dark fluctuated a little, as if he wanted to show up to stop him.

The majestic and majestic word "dispelling evil spirits" was engraved on a black boulder. It looked extremely solemn, and the sharp pen was like a sharp sword ready to go.

Just when the Nascent Soul was about to show up, a little green tortoise poked its head out of the boulder.

The Nascent Soul stagnated in the dark, and the little tortoise sprang to the right, not as fast as a turtle. The Nascent Soul hesitated for a moment between Tang Huan and the tortoise, and finally chased after the strange tortoise.

The evil spirit cliff is not something ordinary people can enter. If Tang Huan dared to trespass, even if he died in Lingxu Temple, Baixiao Pavilion would not say anything.

After the breath of the Nascent Soul disappeared, Tang Huan strangely looked in the direction where the old turtle left.

He recognized it, isn't that the thousand-year-old tortoise from Xingchenhai, who disappeared in Guixu Mountain, so he came to Lingxu Temple!

"What are you running for?" Tang Huan was puzzled.

But soon, he knew the reason.

Just as the old turtle left, a familiar voice came from the evil spirit cliff.

"Palace Master, come in."

Tang Huan was taken aback, the name "Xiao Changli" came to his lips, and he swallowed it vigilantly. Looking at the word "exorcism" on the boulder, he suddenly felt that it was not so majestic.

Such a big evil hides on the cliff, which creates a sense of loneliness.

Tang Huan bypassed the boulder and continued to go up. After walking through several steps, a huge mountain appeared in front of him. The supernatural work of heaven carved the mountain stone into the shape of a sleeping Buddha!

The Buddha's eyes were shining golden, and instead of looking at each other for a moment, Tang Huan covered his chest uncomfortably, and the evil thoughts in his heart burned, turning into burning pain.

Did he have evil thoughts in his heart?

Tang Huan was a little dazed.

On Myriad Dao Continent, he didn't respond to the evil-dispelling spell, but when he recited the spell from the little monk Xingchenhai, he felt uncomfortable, and at this moment on this evil-dispelling cliff, he felt a huge ax hanging above his head, It seemed that if there were more evil thoughts in his heart, his neck would be cut off with one axe.

His eyes were suddenly covered by a cool palm, and Xiao Changli's voice sounded close to him: "It's all about the psychedelic way of the bald donkey, Palace Master, don't be dragged in."

Tang Huan regained consciousness in an instant, turned around in surprise and joy, "Xiao Changli!"

Xiao Changli said with a smile: "Palace Master seems very happy to see me, did he come to find me specially?"

In front of his subordinates, Tang Huan still had the burden of being the palace lord. He immediately restrained his expression and said with a straight face: "...Nonsense! Didn't you leave a photo talisman in Xingchenhai and let me come to you!"

Xiao Changli's smile faltered, and he instantly understood that it was Yan Fei's fault, but he didn't see through it. He touched Tang Huan's raised head and said, "If the Palace Master won't come, I'm planning to go find the Palace Master too. The matter of the Sword Spirit It was quite a fuss."

"Heh!" Tang Huan snorted coldly.

Xiao Changli had already looked for him if he wanted to, and it was clear that he was absent from work here to hide his leisure.

It was hard to find a backer, and Tang Huan didn't want to turn his face so quickly. He dared to have no scruples when facing Xiao Changli in the illusion, but he was a little jealous when facing Xiao Changli himself, especially after hearing Lao Gui say that he was right. After the "glorious history" of the Dharma Protector.

He didn't talk nonsense, and asked straight to the point: "What are you doing hiding in Lingxu Temple?"

"There are many treasures in Lingxu Temple, and they are also very interesting."

Xiao Changli picked up Tang Huan's wrist, which was just grabbed by Xie Xuan, leaving a red mark and a little breath, both of which were wiped away by him in an instant.

"This subordinate actually prefers to stay at Guixu Mountain. I came up today just because I dreamed that the palace lord is coming, so I came up to take a look."

While the two were talking, the Nascent Soul strongman who had just gone looking for the old turtle seemed to have sensed something was wrong, and climbed up the evil spirit cliff to check the situation.

Sensing the approaching aura, Tang Huan tensed up instantly, but Xiao Changli didn't care. At the moment when Yuan Ying climbed to the top of the cliff, he casually waved the folding fan.

Puff!

The Nascent Soul strongman didn't even have time to let out a scream, and his throat was cut by the wind blade.

Before he died, the Nascent Soul was still a little dazed, as if he wanted to lower his head to see the cool wind around his neck, when he lowered his head, he immediately rolled to the ground with his head in a different place.

Not to mention the Nascent Soul, even Tang Huan didn't react!

He looked at the corpse on the ground, then at Xiao Changli, and turned his gaze several times before his expression changed drastically.

"You, you just killed him...? This is Lingxu Temple!"

"It's okay." Xiao Changli comforted him, and Tang Huan signaled to the sleeping giant Buddha based on the mountain, "There is Wugou Buddha guarding here, cutting off all evil spirits, and disciples who die here are all impure in mind. The Buddha is just cleaning the door."

Tang Huan stared at him dumbfounded: "...that's why you hid here, and you killed all the monks who came here to worship?"

Xiao Changli smiled very kindly, and repeated: "Palace Master, I didn't kill it, it was the Buddha who appeared."

Tang Huan was speechless.

This look of not acknowledging the murder somehow reminded him of Yan Fei who stole other people's tails but insisted that it was his own, each one was more shameless than the other!

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The land, the quiet place.

Yan Fei, who looked like a sword spirit, sneezed suddenly. He was fine, but he was so frightened that the spirit of love below trembled.

"The pedestrian is ahead...what should I do?"

"Re-transform a face, put on a mask, and pretend to be a member of the demon clan."

The sword spirit Yan Fei floated in the air, adjusted the facial features of the spirit of love with her own hands, and in the blink of an eye, a face that was three points like Tang Huan appeared in front of her eyes.

Yan Fei said indifferently: "When Yu Chuyang takes off your mask, he will hesitate when he sees this face. If his guardians continue to attack, you can just charge up the sword, and maybe you can turn them against each other."

The Spirit of Love was confused: "Why?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Tang Huan never imagined that what he and Yu Chuyang did was almost in vain, but was completely used by the villain Yan Fei.

Yan Fei crawled back to the top of the Spirit of Love's head, and said quietly: "Once the mask is off, just wait and watch the show, and leave the rest to me. If you dare to make trouble, I will kill you."

"...Understood." Spirit of Love rolled his eyes in his heart, afraid that you would not die.

If you die early, I will slip away early, the biggest liar in the Three Realms, there is no reason for you not to die!It's really easy to deceive Nascent Soul!