Dragon Emperor, Martial God

Lingyun drives a Land Rover, carries Murong flying snow, travels on the highway between the mountains and forests, and the Temple of Consciousness is already far away.

He is now single-handedly driving, holding the steering wheel with only his right hand, and over Lingyun's left hand, he has an extra walnut-sized gray and dark bead.

This is, of course, the Bodhi.

The closer to the Temple of Consciousness, the stronger the Buddhist power felt by Lingyun. Of course, this strength is relative. There is no comparison with the Buddhist power in the small temple where the high priest is situated under the heavenly pit.

Lingyun has now reached the peak of the eighth layer of the refinery, breaking through the ninth layer of the refinery, just one layer of window paper, and is also a step away from the Qi period. He can easily feel the various special energy smells between heaven and earth.

For example, in this suburb, between the green trees of Qingshan, there is naturally a thin grassy spirit. Although it is extremely thin, few can be ignored, Lingyun can already absorb it easily, just as naturally as breathing air, which is determined by his anti-celestial nature.

Don't underestimate the accumulation of days and months that can't be seen or felt more, because this is the constant absorption of minutes and seconds, accumulating more and less, gathering sand towers, gathering axillary joes, in fact, Lingyun's cultivation, in invisibility, is lifting every minute and every second, you can't usually feel it, but this is the root of Lingyun, which is the most fundamental reason for the anti-sky.

But now, Lingyun felt Buddha, compared to the spirituality of the surrounding grass, much stronger and stronger, so he took out the Bodhi.

Bodhisattva, was obtained by Lingyun from the mysterious pit. Later, in the villa of Qingshui Bay, Zhuang Tiande, Lingyun was angry to kill Master Jiao, Master Jiao Dynasty drowned to recite the Buddha, Bodhisattva flew himself out, blocked Lingyun more than ten swords continuously in the air, which irritated Lingyun, almost threw it away, but Lingyun, while fishing for the Turtle Island ferry, Bodhisattva and three other Buddha instruments, but at the same time flushed out space rings to help Lingyun fight the horrible Nine Colour Robbery Cloud.

Ling Yun knows that there are four treasures on him that are related to the Buddha Gate, and each of them is extraordinary. He can fight against the Nine Colours of Robbery Cloud. Among them, Buddha is the strongest, the strongest, the most powerful, and the most mysterious, is the Bodhi.

The Bodhisattva is still gray and obsolete, but the surface of the body began to show a kind of cloudy blue color. Lingyun knew that this was caused by the absorption of that blue lightning energy with Shennong Ding when it confronted the blue robbery cloud.

Then, the Bodhisattva also flew up to the sky, almost snatching, with the other Pharaoh encroached on the seven colored clouds of robbery in the sky, four Buddha doors to treasure, it got the most, it grabbed by itself, more than the sum of the other three Buddha vessels got.

Lingyun took out the Bodhisattva and held it in his left hand. The rare look was solemn. From time to time, he glanced at the Bodhisattva and stared at the veiled light on its surface.

It is now the great day, the green light appeared on the surface of the Bodhisattva, Murong Flying Snow is naturally invisible, only Lingyun can see this, the eyesight of the Yin and Yang gods can be shaped.

“Very ordinary, very ordinary… without any Buddhist overflow of its own, but unable to absorb the Buddha around it…” Lingyun can feel that the Bodhi is continuously absorbing the Buddha around it.

Lingyun understands that if you take out that green light, that bunch of buddha beads, and that magical gourd with no mouth, they will definitely absorb this Buddha too.

But he couldn't take it out, because in that case, Murong Feishue would definitely think Lingyun was going to go away to become a monk.

This is not yet the temple of inspiration, hanging a string of buddha beads, carrying a broken gourd, accompanied by a green light, what is the rhythm of being a wine monk?

Until now, only the master of procrastination, before his death, had spoken a little, Lingyun and Buddha Gate had fortune, and possessed the imperial pen and the imperial book, saying that he was the one who was destined to be robbed.

“Man of the heavenly destiny…” Ling Yun looked at the Bodhi and faded out of God, his heart had already started a great wave.

He thought of the clouds of nine-colored robbery on Turtle Island and the shock of his own treasure to fight the horror of the sky robbery.

But Ling Yun has an instinctive resistance to Buddhism, to Buddhism, not because Buddhism is going away to become a monk, but because, he feels that Buddhism is too mysterious and too hegemonic.

Buddhism is about revolution, the mouth is about universal life, but what can be cultivated is indestructible gold, whereas Buddhism belongs to the power of faith, to the mindset of man, not to any of the spiritual energies of heaven and earth.

Buddha Shu is too scary to provoke. This is the root cause of Lingyun's reverence for Buddha.

Ling Yun personally accompanied her. Murong Feishue came to Ling Jing Temple. She was exhilarated. She gave Ling Yun all kinds of explanations, but she couldn't help but look at Ling Yun for half a day. This look didn't matter. She almost died of fright!

Lingyun was driving, he didn't even look at the road!

He doesn't have to look at the road, he puts his mind to the max, covering a distance of nearly 40 meters, that is, he can open his eyes.

But Murong Feishue didn't know that. She saw Ling Yun looking soberly, staring at her left hand there, and suddenly panicked. “Ling Yun, what do you think? Why don't you look at the road? ”

Ling Yun woke up from contemplation and turned his head and smiled snowly at Rongfei: “It's okay, didn't you go into the ditch? ”

Don't let Murong fly snow panic, Lingyun began to drive seriously, and asked Murong flying snow: “Sister Murong, how far is the temple of consciousness? ”

Murong Feishue rarely saw Ling Yun's solemn expression. She thought that Ling Yun had thought of the two of them to make love today, so she would have that expression. She was unhappy. She raised her hand and pointed forward: “It's just ahead, two more turns will be there...”

After that, Murong Flying Snow blushed: “Really, I grew up in Shimizu City when I was a kid, I didn't even know where the Temple of Consciousness was! ”

Ling Yun hey smile, my heart said that I was just picked up by my mother from the temple of spirituality, I just lost all my previous memories...

A few minutes later, they finally arrived at the Temple of Inspiration and found a spot to park in the parking lot at the foot of the hill, after which they began to climb the hill.

Spiritual Temple is really very fragrant, especially because yesterday the college entrance exam just ended, many parents came to the Spiritual Temple to wish for a high score for their children, so these days, the scent of Spiritual Temple incense visitors is trendy, the two of them can see it all along the way, a large family, with the child just finished the college entrance exam, to the mountain to seek Buddha scene.

On the way up the mountain, Murong's beautiful face became more and more solemn. Her eyes became devout. As she climbed the mountain with the flow of people, she turned to Ling Yun and asked: “Ling Yun, look, so many parents came to worship Buddha. Burn the columns of incense today, let Buddha bless you with a high score...”

Ling Yun pinched the Bodhisattva. He was feeling the Buddhist power coming from the Temple of Spirituality on the hillside. After listening to Murong fly snow, he smiled slightly: “I don't believe in these. I believe in myself. Praying for Buddha is just peace of mind. Praying for nothing is better than asking for myself. ”

Ling Yun spoke plainly, his expression was calm, but the words showed strong confidence, which made Murong's heart flicker and tremble slightly.

Instead of speaking, she took the initiative to lift Lingyun's right arm and start climbing the mountain in silence.

Ling Yun felt several times more powerful than he had come on the road. He looked at the faithful tourists holding incense. His expression was a little heavy. He looked up occasionally and looked at the inspirational temple surrounded by cigarettes on the mountain's waist. He did not speak.

“Buddha's Daoist system is amazing... the power of this faith is amazing...”

The mountain was not high, and the two quickly came to the door of the Temple of Inspiration with a large number of tourists. The Buddha came here with stronger strength, scattered around, and everyone was devout.

At the main entrance of the Temple of Spirituality, people of all colours enter and leave constantly. Despite the noise, Lingyun can still find some kind of calm, tranquil, peaceful Zen rhyme from this noise.

“Wait for me here for a while, I'll go buy incense...” Murong Fei Cedar loosened his arm and grabbed Lingyun's arm, Red said.

Spiritual temple is not only a temple, but also a famous attraction in the city of Qingshui. The incense in the temple on the mountain is more than twice as expensive as the incense at the foot of the mountain. The name is more pious.

Of course, this will not have any effect on Murong Flying Snow, and Sincerely Spirit, so she arrived at the entrance to the temple to start buying it.

Ling Yun nodded slightly, but God had already let out. He found that his consciousness was shrouded in him. He was just a bunch of wealthy men and women who climbed the mountain. Occasionally, there were some moving monks. He was also trying to generate income for the Temple of Inspiration. He looked somber and persuaded the tourists to buy incense-burning incense.

But it's only the people in the temple, not the Buddha.

Lingyun saw a lot of Buddha statues, tall, or standing or sitting, a lifelike, solemn Bao Xiang, the power of the Temple of Inspiration, most of them escaping from these Buddha statues.

Lingyun lifted his left hand and looked at the Bodhisattva in his hand. The Bodhisattva absorbed Buddha's power faster, to an alarming degree, how much it absorbed, and the visitor did not refuse.

The natural tattoos on the Bodhi seemed clearer under the green light of the monk. The big Buddha, composed of natural tattoos, was also clearer, and there was a slight potential for breakage.

This surprised Ling Yun.

Murong Feishue returned soon, holding a large bundle of incense in his hands. Looking at it, he had to pay a visit before every Buddha.

“I'll get it for you...”

“That's not possible...”

Lingyun watched Murong flying snow in a fire red with such a hug of incense. It looked a little funny. He couldn't help but wanted to help, but Murong flying snow refused, sincerely the spirit.

Lingyun accompanied Murong Flying Snow into the temple to burn incense, accompanied her and wished. Whatever Murong Flying Snow did, he accompanied her, watched her kowtow, watched her five bodies fall to the ground, looked somber, full of pious face.

The two men soon arrived at Dae Hsiong's Palace.

Ling Yun still let go of his divinity or nothing. What surprised him most was the statue of the Buddha in Daxiong's palace, tall and amazing. Mortals appeared minimal in front of them.

After worshipping here, Murong Feishue ran out of incense. She asked Ling Yun to thank the high priest herself for telling her marriage.

“Where is it? ”

“In the backyard of the Temple of Inspiration. ”