Two Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Three

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

"Amitabha, good and good, the poor monk named Yanchen, under the order of his master, brought Xiao Chen back to Lingyin Temple to be punished..anwen."

The moment the dharma horn sounded, a silver light pierced the sky.

The light fell with the sound, but it was a young monk with red lips, white teeth, bright eyes and bright teeth, handsome appearance, and childishness.

It's obviously a little novice monk, but he keeps calling himself a poor monk, which is a bit funny.

However, this little monk is too handsome, but he feels quite cute.

The ancestor of Taimiao frowned and said: "Little monk, this is not the place for you to come, leave."

Yan Chen said solemnly: "I have seen the ancestor, this is the warrant written by the abbot himself, and this is the warrant of my master Xuyun, please have a look at it."

There are two parting orders, one is the abbot of Lingyin Temple and the other is Master Xuyun.

"Grandfather!"

A trace of anxiety flashed in the eyes of the eldest prince Wang Fei, and he persuaded him in a deep voice, wanting him not to worry too much, and directly took down Xiao Chen.

"Don't be impatient."

A look of suspicion flashed in the eyes of the ancestor of the Taimiao. After receiving the two warrants, his expression changed drastically after a while.

The master abbot's handwritten order stated that Xiao Chen made a big disturbance in Yancheng under the Lingshan Mountain, affected many temples, and destroyed incense sticks, which is an unforgivable crime. I hereby send Yan Chen down the mountain to arrest Xiao Chen and return him to the temple for punishment, so as to purify his heart and wash away his sins.

The other one is Master Xuyun's warrant, which means to prove that the little monk's identity is true, but he is his disciple.

The two warrants, complementing each other, are absolutely true and absolutely unmistakable.

The elder of the Taimiao Zong wanted to find some mistakes and omissions, but he couldn't see any flaws, so he had no choice but to return the warrant.

"Xiao Chen! You led the crowd to make trouble in Yancheng, destroyed Buddhist temples, and hurt innocent pilgrims. The crime is serious. I, under the order of the master, arrest you and go back to redeem your sins."

Yan Chen took the warrant, came to Xiao Chen with a dignified expression, and said in a deep voice, "Do you plead guilty or not?"

Others felt a little embarrassed that such a big incident had almost destroyed half of Yancheng.

Many of the First Prince's subordinates died.

In the end, Xiao Chen was about to be taken away by Lingyin Temple for destroying the temple and hurting the pilgrims.

Mingyan seems to want to punish Xiao Chen, but in fact, he is clearly trying to excuse him.

"It's really wrong to destroy the temple."

Being taken away by the ancestor of Taimiao, who knows if he can come back, the little monk appeared in time, Xiao Chen naturally had no reason to reject his favor.

Snapped!

Yan Chen jumped up, slapped Xiao Chen on the head fiercely, and said angrily: "There is no sincerity at all, you are really guilty, follow me."

Xiao Chen was a little dazed when he was photographed, and then was taken away by Yan Chenxun, leaving a group of people stunned.

"Yanchen, Yanchen... why does this dharma name sound familiar..."

The eldest prince muttered a few words, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and after a while he suddenly woke up and said: "It's him, the silver knife little demon monk!"

Only then did everyone suddenly wake up, thinking of the silver rainbow light when the little monk appeared on the stage, it was really a little demon monk with a silver knife.

"Zongzu, there may be fraud in this. The silver knife little demon monk has a notorious reputation and is not well received in the temple. How could the abbot entrust such an important thing to him."

The eldest prince Wang Fei's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice.

The ancestor of the Taimiao realized it and looked around, but there were Xiao Chen and the little monk there.

outside the city.

Clap clap!

Xiao Chen kept patting the young monk's bare head, and said softly, "You bastard, no matter how big or small, you actually beat up big brother in public."

"It hurts, it hurts, brother, stop beating."

The little monk covered his head with both hands, dodged left and right, and kept screaming in pain.

Xiao Chen withdrew his hand and said in a deep voice, "Your warrant should be fake, seeing how you are leaving in such a hurry."

Yan Chen smiled and said: "The warrant is true, but I was the one who destroyed the temple and hurt the pilgrims. Master just wanted to see you, so let me invite you to come. Before I went down the mountain, I didn't know that you broke such a big hole." Disaster, so I can only make up one reason to take you away."

Xiao Chen couldn't help laughing: "You are quite smart, let's go, Lingyin Temple, I also want to take a look."

Lingyin Temple, the most sacred place of Buddhism, governs Buddhism in the world, and Xiao Chen has a predestined relationship with Buddha. In particular, he practiced Maya Breaking Precepts Knife, which is still a forbidden technique in Buddhism, and he might be able to make a breakthrough in Lingyin Temple.

The two didn't dare to stay for too long, and hurried to Lingjiu Mountain outside Yancheng, the imperial capital.

On Lingjiu Mountain, there are many temples, the Buddha's light is overflowing, and there are many pilgrims. They are all magnificent temples.

Even though there was such a big turmoil just now in Yancheng, the imperial capital, there is still an endless stream of pilgrims at this moment.

Among them are ordinary mortals, as well as martial artists with different cultivation bases, and there are both masters and weak.

All living beings are different, but the only thing they have in common is their devout heart towards Buddha.

At the foot of the mountain, Xiao Chen looked at the holy mountain and felt the thick and deep power of faith contained in the mountain.

That is a kind, as vast as the ocean, inheriting countless opportunities.

A steady stream of pilgrims, the power of faith accumulated, the Buddha accepted the power of faith and enjoyed the incense. Then it is passed on to the believers to form an orderly cycle, so that it goes round and round and accumulates continuously.

This resulted in the scene Xiao Chen sees now, which is magnificent and unfathomable.

The sea of ​​faith condensed by the incense, deep in it, feels as weak and small as an ant.

Of course, ordinary people can't feel the mystery.

Their intuitive feeling is the blessing of Buddha's light, the body and mind are peaceful, and they are more pious.

Walking along the mountain road for a while, you can see many temples along the way, hidden among the mountains and forests, with incense and Buddha's light.

Let this Vulture Mountain seem to be completely bathed in the Buddha's light. Walking in it, there is a wonderful feeling of climbing to the place of bliss.

On the top of the mountain, the huge golden body of Kasyapa Buddha exists, with the radiance behind him, guiding all the believers down the mountain.

Behind the Buddha, there are bodhisattvas and arhats, looming, all of which are solemn and sacred and cannot be desecrated.

"I heard that Lingyin Temple is not among these mountains, and ordinary people can't find it even if they go all over the mountains. Then, is it in the Buddha's light of Buddha Kasyapa?"

Xiao Chen speculates that Lingyin Temple may exist in the secret realm of Buddha's light behind Buddha Kasyapa, and certain identities are required to enter.

"Brother, you really guessed wrong. Lingyin Temple is not behind Nakasyapa Buddha, nor does it exist in any secret place. It is in the mountains and forests. Come with me!"

The little monk smiled mysteriously, and led Xiao Chen into a secluded path. Although the path is hidden, you can find it if you put your heart into it.

The mountain trails have been in disrepair for a long time, and they look like they have been there for many years.

On the mountain road, even though the sky was already dark, under the light of the Buddha, it was still as bright as day.

Entering this ancient path, it seems to have entered another world immediately, cold and dark, but it seems more real.

Beside the remote ancient road, green pine trees are planted, swaying slightly in the wind.

The white moonlight shone hazyly on the path, but there was no other lighting sight.

Xiao Chen felt a kind of mysterious artistic conception, but doubted in his heart, could it be that Lingyin Temple is at the end of this ancient road.

If so, it would be a bit crude.

Although this place is remote, if believers are willing to look for it, they can definitely find it. Because there is neither a phantom formation nor a secret realm, it is just a simple ancient green pine road.

Just as I was in doubt, there was a faint fragrance floating, faintly coming.

Looking up, a rather ordinary old temple appeared ten miles ahead.

There are a few osmanthus trees planted in front of the temple. Under the white moonlight, the osmanthus flowers seem to be bathed in a layer of light ribbons.

At a distance of ten miles, Xiao Chen could clearly see with naked eyes that the words Lingyin Temple were written on the temple gate.

"It's really Lingyin Temple!"

A trace of surprise flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, and he muttered to himself, a little unbelievable.

"Green pines are on the ancient road, and the white moon is full of cold mountains. The place where the winding path leads to seclusion is Lingyin Temple."

Suddenly there was a soft moan from behind, Xiao Chen turned his head to look, and saw a middle-aged man holding a folding fan and wearing a long sword on his waist. Walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger, the appearance is extraordinary, and the emperor's aura is hidden between the brows. It comes slowly, but it is free from an overwhelming pressure.

The visitor didn't deliberately hide this general trend, just when Xiao Chen was about to secretly use Longwei to resist, but found that the general trend had silently wrapped him up.

But he didn't feel uncomfortable, instead, he was extremely harmonious, as if he himself was in this general trend.

"Young man, don't doubt, this is the genuine Lingyin Temple."

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, the visitor shook off the folding fan and said softly.

Xiao Chen said cautiously: "Which one of the nobles in the royal family is your Excellency?"

His strength is unfathomable, and the imperial prestige on his body is much higher than that of many princes. Xiao Chen just made a big disturbance in Yancheng and had entanglements with members of the royal family. When he suddenly saw the masters of the royal family, he couldn't help but be cautious.

"Who are you? Is it Xiao Chen of the Heavenly Alliance, or Xiao Chen of the Dragon Clan, or Xiao Chen, the swordsman who got angry just because of his nephew?"

The middle-aged man smiled and asked questions without answering.

Taking advantage of Xiao Chen's hesitation, he smiled and said, "So don't care who I am, you and I are just pilgrims going to Lingyin Temple."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xiao Chen to answer, he went straight to the temple.

Looking at this person's back, Xiao Chen murmured: "It's so strong, it feels like it's completely invincible."

"Nonsense, isn't it? He is the Emperor Yan of the current dynasty. In the territory of the Yanwu Dynasty, the Void God is not necessarily his opponent, let alone you, big brother."

The little monk was disdainful and authentic.

Xiao Chen was startled, and then suddenly there was a sound. The sword on the man's waist was exactly the same as the Yanhuang sword that appeared in the Qianjin Tower.