Two Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Four Signed

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

Emperor Yan!

The middle-aged man who just walked over turned out to be the emperor of the current Yanwu Dynasty. .

All kinds of doubts in Xiao Chen's mind were resolved, no wonder the emperor's air in this person was ten times or even a hundred times higher than that of many princes. No wonder his aura, after accommodating himself, didn't feel any discomfort.

Under the whole world, could it be the land of the king!

As long as he is in the Yanwu Dynasty, it is equivalent to being in the other party's small world all the time, and this small world has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years. One hundred and eight princes, three thousand aristocratic families, hundreds of sects, and all the forces attached to it will invisibly increase the luck and strength of the dynasty.

Even Xiao Chen himself, being in it, will invisibly strengthen the dynasty background.

It's just too small to be ignored, but if it takes a long time, it's not necessarily true.

The old doubts are gone, and new doubts are born immediately.

He almost tore down half of the imperial capital just now, made a big fuss about his son's wedding, and made him a big joke in front of the world.

As Lao Tzu, I still have the leisure time to come to this Lingyin Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Even when he saw Xiao Chen, he didn't have any anger or killing intent, and he couldn't figure out what he was thinking at all.

"eccentric……"

Xiao Chen muttered in his heart, very puzzled.

"Let's go, let's go. Don't stand around stupidly. In Lingyin Temple, even if he is Emperor Yan, he won't dare to do anything to you. Don't worry."

The little monk thought that Xiao Chen was afraid of Yanhuang's existence and dared not go up the mountain, so he quickly comforted him.

Xiao Chen wasn't worried about his safety in Lingyin Temple, he was just a little confused, and asked Yan Chen to continue leading the way without explaining.

A moment later, Shili Road arrived in an instant.

Before, the dark fragrance floated, came with the wind, and came faintly. In front of the temple gate, under the moonlit osmanthus tree, you can't smell any sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.

"The ancient road in the green pine forest, the snow covered the cold mountain. The place where the winding path leads to a secluded place is Lingyin Temple."

Xiao Chen softly recited the poem Yanhuang just said,

Looking at the simple horizontal plaque in front of the door, I still can't believe it.

This place is actually Lingyin Temple.

Not to mention the magnificent temples on the mountain, even the welcoming hall for pilgrims at the foot of the mountain is much better than this Lingyin Temple.

Back to Basics?

Xiao Chen frowned slightly, back to basics was about being casual and natural, deliberately making it so simple, it seemed artificial instead.

With the status and strength of Lingyin Temple, the grandeur of the temple building seems to be more authentic.

"Isn't this Lingyin Temple hard to find? Why, other pilgrims said that they couldn't find it everywhere. Could it be that this place is still some kind of forbidden place?"

Unable to hold back the doubts in his heart, Xiao Chen asked.

The little monk smiled lightly, and said softly: "This is really not a forbidden place. After ordinary pilgrims come in, the brothers and sisters in the temple will also treat each other with courtesy. Explaining Buddhist scriptures, serving tea and pouring water, the etiquette is thoughtful. But do you think these People will really think that this place is Lingyin Temple, but I’m afraid it’s just a temple with the same name.”

"Don't think too much, I know you're disappointed, but this is really Lingyin Temple. I grew up here, just like my family, I won't lie to you."

Yanchen's immature face was full of smiles, and he thought it would be a joy to bring Xiao Chen to his home as a guest.

As Yanchen entered the temple, other monks passed by from time to time along the way.

Seeing Yanchen's luggage, he would be respectful, called his little master uncle, and then left quickly.

Thinking about the bad luck of the silver knife little demon monk, these brothers and sisters have already experienced it.

Yan Chen was a little embarrassed, and every time this happened, he laughed and quickly introduced the temple to Xiao Chen to change the topic.

"Xuyun Palace?"

Coming to a backyard near the mountain, Xiao Chen glanced at the writing on the wall of the courtyard and thought to himself.

It is obviously in the courtyard, but it is interesting to write about the palace.

Thinking about the grandeur of Tianlong Temple, the courtyard in front of you is completely incomparable.

"My master lives here, let's go and take you in."

Entering the courtyard, the ground is full of fallen leaves, and there is a rustling sound when stepping on it, like walking on snow.

Although the courtyard is simple, its area is not small. There are several adjacent rooms.

Under an old tree in the courtyard, two people were playing chess.

One holds a long sword in his arms, his facial features are as sharp as a knife, with clear water chestnuts, he is handsome and extraordinary, with a temperament beyond dust.

Xiao Chen took a closer look and was shocked, isn't this the Su Hanshan he just met?

Facing that person, he was wearing a brocade robe with fancy sleeves like a skirt. The skin on the face is delicate and smooth, and the exquisite facial features are put together to form a handsome face with a peerless appearance.

But it didn't make people feel a sense of distance, and it looked quite soft. With that delicate and smooth face, it made people feel unexpectedly gentle.

He was undecided, his brows were slightly frowned, and he didn't know where the chess pieces should fall.

Huh... why does it feel a little familiar, but I just can't remember it.

While Xiao Chen was thinking, the man raised his head to look at Xiao Chen, his frown furrowed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled.

In an instant, as if winter is gone, spring is coming quietly.

A smile contains spring, this spring is not that spring. It is a gentle spring breeze that melts the ice and snow, and a hundred flowers go first. Once the spring breeze blows, the flowers bloom.

Xiao Chen was stunned on the spot, his heart was like a wilderness, tens of thousands of horses were galloping, roaring past, like thunder from the sky, rolling non-stop.

This is... Uncle Beggar?

No, this is Chun Xue Swordsman, Pan Huang!

There are two completely different styles of painting, and what makes him even more incredible is that the two seem to have come to Lingyin Temple one after another.

"Little brother Xiao Chen, I didn't expect you to come to Lingyin Temple."

When Panhuang saw Xiao Chen, his eyes lit up, and he was about to come over.

But when he was about to stand up, Su Hanshan's sword landed on his shoulder, forcing him down.

"Hurry up and make a move, I'll be more careful. If you want to give up a child, admit defeat first."

Su Hanshan looked calm and said indifferently.

Xiao Chen felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and suddenly it was difficult to walk over, not knowing how to deal with it.

"Who are you two? Why are you in my master's courtyard? This place is not for pilgrims to come in. Hurry up, hurry up."

A hint of doubt flashed in the little monk's eyes, and he looked at the two strangers with a puzzled look in his eyes.

Immediately strode over, ready to drive people away.

When Su Hanshan and Panhuang saw the little monk approaching, their eyes flashed with surprise.

Su Hanshan put the sword away, jumped lightly, and landed on the courtyard wall before the little monk approached.

Pan Huang's figure flashed and appeared on the courtyard wall as if teleported. Both of them seemed to be a little afraid of this young monk.

As if he could see through the bad luck contained in his body, he dared not touch it.

"What a fast movement!" Yan Chen's eyes lit up, and he wanted to continue chasing him.

"Don't be rude!"

Just as Xiao Chen was about to speak to remind, a soft drink stopped Yan Chen, but it was Master Xu Yun who appeared.

Once in Longtenghou's Mansion, Xiao Chen met Master Xushen once, and the two of them could be regarded as meeting each other.

"master."

Yan Chen jumped, landed in front of Master Xu Yun, pointed at Su Hanshan and the two of them and asked, "Who are these two?"

"The abbot's distinguished guest, come to my place to settle down, you have disturbed them."

"Hehe, Master Xuyun was joking, so it's not a shock. Is this the same kid from back then? At first sight, he really lived up to his reputation."

The two of Panhuang had already landed again, and they all looked at Yanchen with curious expressions.

"That's good. The two benefactors are busy first, and I want to entertain Xiao benefactor."

After being polite, Xiao Chen was led into the tea room in the hall by Master Xu Yun, who made tea himself.

"Benefactor Xiao, it's really safe and sound. Counting the time, we haven't seen each other for ten years."

Master Xuyun brought a cup of brewed tea and handed it over, and smiled softly.

After taking the teacup, Xiao Chen didn't hurry to taste it, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you master for taking action this time, otherwise there will be a lot of trouble."

Both Su Hanshan and Panhuang are there, obviously Master Xuyun is not as ignorant of things down the mountain as the little monk said.

"You're welcome. But since you're here, let's stay in Lingyin Temple for a few days. Even if there is no such thing, I would like to invite Donor Xiao to stay for a few days."

Master Xuyun smiled slightly, he was unhurriedly huge.

Xiao Chen was thoughtful, the other party probably had other intentions, but since Wei said it, he didn't ask any more.

At the same time, in the main hall of Lingyin Temple.

After Chao Yanhuang finished offering incense alone, he looked at the Buddha statue of Kasyapa Buddha, held a bamboo stick, and pondered: "My stick, is it good or not?"

Yanhuang drew lots, and the results of the test, whether they like it or not, will involve the entire Yanwu Dynasty, which is unavoidable.

Abbot Xu Ye of Lingyin Temple walked out from the side, took the bamboo stick, and sighed softly, "Place the stick."