Dragon Emperor, Martial God

Spiritual Temple is a great temple, but also an ancient temple, which according to historical records was built during the North and South dynasties of Huaxia.

The architectural layout of the Spiritual Temple, planar square, is organized by the mountain gate palace, the Temple of Heaven, the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the Lord for the Bodhisattva Palace, the Fa Tang, and the north-south vertical and deep axis of the Tibetan Sutra Building, symmetrically stable and rigorous.

Along this middle axis, the front and rear buildings converge, like a song that echoes back and forth and has a vibrant rhythm.

Through the architectural layout of the Temple of Inspiration, Lingyun can see that it has a deep yin and yang cosmology and a symmetrical, orderly and stable aesthetic psychology.

Lingyun and Murong Flying Snow, through Daxiong Bao Palace, through the Tibetan Sutra Palace, soon came to the backyard Murong Flying Snow said.

When Ling Yun came here, he laughed dumbly. Where is the backyard of the temple of spirituality, but the monastery of the temple of spirituality and the Saitan.

Of course, Murong Feishue is a jewellery connoisseur and designer, knows the temple, and is similar to most ordinary people. In her view, since this is where the monks of the Temple of Spirituality live and eat the Buddha of Ramadan, idle people are not allowed in, and visitors are rare, but it is the backyard of the Temple of Spirituality.

Because this is the monastery of the Temple of Consciousness, it is not open to the public, so it seems cold and clear, but the Zen rhyme is stronger.

The two men came to the courtyard door of the monastery. Murong Feishue greeted a young monk who was at the door and said: "Hello, please go in and inform me, I want to meet the magician. ”

The young monk looked at two people and saw them dressed well. He stood alone in front of his chest and bowed slightly, performing the monastic ceremony. “Please go home, Master Xuan said. He did not see the incenser today and will not untie him. ”

Murong Feishue was disappointed, but did not want to give up. He continued to beg: “I also asked Master Xiao to come in and say that it was Murong Feishue of the Murong family who wanted to see me. ”

Murong Wenshi and Xuan Zhi Master are even close friends. He comes to the Soul Temple almost every month to drink Xiang Min with Xuan Zhi Master and sit down and talk about Zen. Therefore, Murong Feishue naturally knows Xuan Zhi Master.

When Murong Feishue was eighteen years old, Murong Wenshi brought her to the Temple of Consciousness and begged for a marriage signature. It was then that the magician of Xuan Xuan unlocked her signature. Murong Feishue did not really believe in this set, and has never taken it seriously. Now that it has been tested, Murong Feishue will naturally come to thank her in person.

Lingyun stood at the door of the monastery, and had already released the god's knowledge, and then his face changed slightly, because his god's vision visited, inside the monastery, in a very simple Zen room to the east, on the ground futon, sitting an old monk.

The old monk was dressed in a grey monk's coat, with an awkward appearance, sitting on his knees. Bao Xiang was solemn, twisting a Buddha's bead in his hand, his lips swinging open and closed, reading words, obviously sitting in meditation scripture.

Ling Yun's face changed, not because he suddenly saw a monk reading the scriptures, but because he couldn't see the strength of this old monk and cultivate it!

Although this old monk looks like an ordinary monk, Ling Yun knows that this old monk is definitely not an ordinary person, his cultivation, at least on the sixth floor of the birth!

God, the Temple of Consciousness really has such a master!

Since the climb of the mountain, Lingyun has kept his mind open to the greatest extent, just wanted to see if there are any ancient martial arts practitioners inside this famous attraction, but he explored the temple, and didn't find a master of the day after tomorrow, but Lingyun was still a little disappointed, but I didn't expect that when he came to the backyard of the temple, he found one, and he was also a top master!

So far, what Ling Yun has seen can truly be described as masterful, that is, only three people, Qin Dongxue, Liu Wufeng, and the Holy Virgin of the Demon Sect.

Qin Dongxue is now the peak of the fourth floor of the innate, Liu with the wind in the early fifth floor of the innate, as to how the Holy Virgin of the Demonic Sect is practiced, Lingyun can not see it at all, can be said to be deeply unpredictable.

Of course, Ling Yun and Bai Fairy are naturally also masters, which goes without saying.

As for the monks who practiced ancient martial arts, Ling Yun also saw two, one being the master of extinction at the beginning of the eighth floor the day after tomorrow, and the other being the master of the innate first floor, the former was killed by Ling Yun and the latter died of extinction in front of Ling Yun.

Now, Lingyun saw another one, and this one was so deep, Lingyun couldn't even see through it, how could he not be shocked?

Ling Yunxin said that if there were no accident, this would surely be the magician in Murong's snowflake.

Ling Yun was intimidated. He felt that the other party's strength was not under him. He looked at Murong, who was begging the young monk to fly snow, and said casually: “Sister Murong, since the magician did not see the guests today, let's go back and come back another day. ”

Ling Yun didn't want to get too involved with the Buddhist people. Thirty-six plans were the plan. Ling Yun wanted to quit the drum.

As soon as Lingyun's voice came down, he heard a Buddha in the monastery: "Amitabha Buddha, I didn't know that a noble visitor had arrived today. The old monk was rude. Please come in quickly...”

The voice, though old, was a male, like a twilight morning clock, deaf and deaf.

As soon as Ling Yun moved in his heart, he immediately sensed with his senses that the old monk had stood up with one hand and had not performed any light work, and that everything was just like ordinary people.

As soon as the young monk heard it, he slipped away and opened the door. He bowed to Murong and said: “The magician invited the two benefactors to come in...”

Murong Feishue smiled brightly: “Thank you Master...”

After that, as soon as he pulled Lingyun's arm, he walked to the monastery. Lingyun was helpless and could only follow him with a bitter smile.

As soon as they entered the monastery, they saw the old monk walking out of the monastery. Perhaps it was because he had just fought and sat down. His eyes were bright and glorious. He smiled with a smile and walked over to Lingyun and Murong Flying Snow.

“Meet the magician...”

Murong Feishue actually greeted Xuan Mage himself, hurriedly loosened Ling Yun's arm, his face was a little red, like Buddha, hands together ten, bent against Xuan Mage.

Naturally, the magician of Xuan Zheng handed his hands together ten times to salute him. He smiled. “You don't have to be polite to fly snow. Old Qian and your grandfather are still friends. Drink the tea he gave you every year. If you come today, if I let you eat the door spoon, you will have to buy this tea yourself in the future...”

“The magician is a real joke...” Murong Flying snowflake smiled, shamelessly moving, bringing a bright and vivid atmosphere to this simple backyard.

Ling Yun stood defensively and did not speak. He just laughed with Murong flying snow.

“Please come inside...”

The magician led the two men into their Zen room. After sitting down, he ordered the young monk to make tea, but he took a deep look at Ling Yun and smiled. “Don't you know who this little host is? ”

“Lingyun.” Ling Yun smiled slightly, told the truth, and was not inferior.

“What? Lingyun?! ”

After listening to Ling Yun's name, Xuan Ji Master's gaze changed dramatically. He stood up and looked up and down, and looked at Ling Yun as a dozen meters.

That look, like seeing an alien, was shocking and a little confusing.

Lingyun and Murong Feishue glanced at each other and looked up at Xuan Zhi Master. “What, has Xuan Zhi Master heard of me? ”

Murong Fei Xuexue was amazing, but Lingyun was in the heart. Master Xuan Zhi was highly capable. Eighteen years ago, he must have been nowhere near there. If Mother found herself in the Spiritual Temple and Master Xuan Zhi was in the Spiritual Temple, it would be difficult to hide Master Xuan Zhi's eyes when Qin Qiuyue picked up her own affairs that night.

“I shouldn't...” In Murong's strange eyes, the magician looked at Ling Yun again, muttering to himself, and slowly sat down again.

Murong Feishue saw the rare breakdown of the Mage Xuan, she wondered: “Master Xuan Zhi, Ling Yun is my boyfriend, you should not mean...”

“Feishue, I'm sorry, I just lost my temper...” Master Xuan, knowing that he had lost his temper, first blamed himself, then looked at Ling Yun again and asked: “Master Ling Yun, Lao Xiao has a very abrupt question to ask you, don't know if I can say it? ”

Lingyun smiled softly: “Master, please. ”

Now, Ling Yun already knows that he is a descendant of the Ling family, his biological mother is the last generation of the demonic sacred daughter, and Qin Qiuyue is a Qin family person. In front of outsiders, he no longer needs to hide his identity.

Ling family he wants to control, Qin family he naturally also want to care. The two fallen families, the burden of rising again, all fall on Ling Yun's shoulders. In the face of master Xuan Ji, of course, he can not lose his temper.

Besides, if Master Xuan really knows something, Ling Yun also wants to ask from him a little bit.

For example, why were you picked up by Qin Qiuyue in the Temple of Inspiration, rather than elsewhere? There's obviously something hidden in there.

“Little Master Lingyun, I don't know your mother now, but her name is Qin?” Master Xuan Ji did not cover up, he asked.

Ling Yun's heart moved and nodded: “Not bad, my foster mother, Qin Qiuyue. ”

Master Xuan Ji stared at him completely.

Also shocked was Murong Feishue, who looked at Master Xuan Zhi and at Lingyun. "Master Xuan Zhi, do you know him? ”

Master Xuan Ji shook his head: “I don't know...”

Ling Yun replied: "Sister Murong, there is something you do not know. My mother, 18 years ago, found me in the Temple of Soul. ”

Ling Yun simply said it, it is not a secret, there are records in the public security bureau, there is no need to hide.

At this time, Lingyun already has a decision in his heart. He just wants to see if this Master Xuan Zhi is an enemy or a friend. If he is an enemy, he will not hesitate to kill Master Xuan Zhi on the spot, even if the cards are exhausted!

Murong Feishue was shocked, but she never thought that Ling Yun's birth was so strange!

“It was you! ”

Master Xuan Ji listened, his face changed again, brushed again, and stood from his seat, his body silently drummed, hunting sounded, obviously extremely excited.