Chapter 529 Qinglian Mountain, the Old Monk

After entering the Western Regions, you can smell a different breath in the air. This can be the kingdom of Buddhism, although there are many other strengths here, and at the edge of the Western Regions, there are real demons entrenched in Buddhism. It was originally the nemesis of the demons. The reason why Buddhism declined at the beginning was because of the war with the demons. Of course, the current demons have also declined.

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When you come to the Western Regions, you can hear the melodious sound of the bell, which is the sound of the Great Thunder. Just listening to it can make people feel relaxed and happy, and let go of troubles and distracting thoughts. This is the pure land of Buddhism, which has been passed down for a long time. But it was washed by the Buddha's light, and the air seemed very clean.

But since entering the Western Regions, the overlord monk's mood has obviously become a little low, with a trace of sadness on his face, but he quickly adjusted his mood, locked in one direction, and swept away quickly, and now the ultimate goal is to save Jiang Chen And the big yellow dog, if it wasn't to save Jiang Chen and the big yellow dog, he would not come back, he didn't want to see the disappointed eyes of the master.

In the corner of the Western Regions, there is a mountain range. The mountain range is very barren, but inside the mountain range, there is a lonely and independent mountain peak. The mountains are beautiful and the trees are shady. The contrast looks extremely incongruous.

The tyrant monk appeared outside the mountain range, muttered in his mouth, strode towards the mountain peak, and soon reached the mountain peak. No, if Jiang Chen was here now, he would definitely be able to see that this invisible restraint came from the hands of a little saint.

Before the monk came to the ban, he took out a magic talisman from his hand, swiped at the void in front, and immediately tore a gap in the ban, and then walked in. After the tyrant entered, the ban was restored to its original state and intact.

There is a reason for the prohibition. If ordinary people want to enter the mountain, it is absolutely impossible, and they will inevitably be blocked. Obviously, the tyrant is extremely familiar with this place.

When you enter the mountain, you will find that the prototype of this mountain should be much taller than the current mountain, but the peak was flattened by a master sword, and the mountain in front of you has a temple on the top of the flattened mountain. , This temple is small, but extremely elegant.

In the middle of the mountain, there is a huge stone tablet, the stone tablet is ten feet long, and the two characters [Qinglian] are engraved on it with vigor and strength. The name of this mountain is Qinglian Mountain. The specific origin is believed to be known to anyone in the Western Regions who knows about Qinglian ancestors.

The entire mountain seemed extremely peaceful, not a single figure could be seen, and there was no human breath at all.

The tyrant monk was familiar with the road, jumped in one step, and stepped directly on the top of the mountain.

The door of the temple was open, and the tyrant monk walked in directly. In front of it was a golden palace. Although I don’t know how long it had been built, the outside still exuded a golden light and was full of sacred aura. The door of the main hall was still open. The monk walked in with great strides.

The hall is very large and looks very empty. Only one statue placed in the center is very solemn. The statue is an eminent monk, covered in gold, with a kind face. Not fat or thin, with one hand on his chest, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and nine scars on the top of his head, the statue is lifelike, as if it will come back to life at any time, but there is no sound on the statue, which proves that the statue is just a It's just a statue.

If Jiang Chen woke up now, he would definitely be able to recognize the owner of this statue.

The tyrant monk knelt down in front of the statue with a thud, and kowtowed three times respectfully. He changed his posture as a demon monk when he was in Xuanyu, and became more solemn than ever.

"Well, it's not bad. The first thing I did when I came back was to kowtow to your grandfather."

At this time, a voice sounded from the hall. The voice was very strong and solemn at the same time.

As soon as I heard it, I knew that the speaker was an eminent monk who had attained the Tao. Whether it was Taoism or cultivation, he was far from being a tyrant monk who could compare with it.

As these words fell, an old monk suddenly appeared in the hall. The old monk appeared extremely strange, and he didn't even tremble in the void. It was completely like a ghost.

Wearing a simple yellow robe, the old monk looked seventy years old. With a white beard and calm eyes, he could not see the slightest turbulence in his emotions. In the entire Qinglian Mountain temple, there was only this one. After the master and the apprentice, the tyrant and the good left, only the old monk was left.

"master."

The tyrant kowtowed to the old monk with a respectful demeanor.

"The fourth-level battle king has improved by two levels compared to when he left, which is not bad, but it is not enough. The burden on you is too heavy. The teacher once told you that your growth path must be experienced. It takes all kinds of hardships to truly grow up, this process is nothing but a teacher to give you any help, you come back now, do you want to continue living a boring life in this ruined temple?"

The old monk said in a calm voice, but it is not difficult to hear that he is still a little disappointed in the tyrant. Sometimes, disappointment often comes from too much expectations, just like the old monk's expectations for the tyrant, even if the tyrant is at the same age. They are already outstanding among people, even if they are not inferior to those super geniuses in Daleiyin Temple, but for the expectations of the old monk, it is still far from enough.

"Master, Daleiyin Temple has invited you many times, why do you always refuse, what's the good of staying here all the time, with your cultivation level, even if you are in the world, it is enough, and there is the matter of the ancestors, I every time If I ask you, you don’t say anything, just let me keep cultivating.”

The tyrant opened his mouth and said that he was a stubborn person in his bones. He didn't understand why the master did this. Daleiyin Temple is the highest place of Buddhism. Among the people in Buddhism, which one does not enter Daleiyin Temple and feel incomparable. However, his master stubbornly refused the invitation of Daleiyin Temple again and again.

"What do you know? Daleiyin Temple is far from being as simple as you think, the world is dangerous, you are too shallow in the world, tyrant, you are talented and intelligent, and you should feel extremely honored to be the descendant of the ancestors. I stay here. Here, there is naturally my reason, as for the questions you want to know, when your cultivation level exceeds that of being a teacher, the teacher will naturally tell you."

Said the old monk.

"Master, you are now a ninth-level little sage, and you have to surpass your year of the monkey, and what kind of secrets do you have to know until I reach the level of a great sage?"

The tyrant monk is extremely puzzled, and how difficult it is to become a great sage, it is no longer just relying on talent.

"That's why you don't waste any time to cultivate. No matter how long you are a teacher, you can wait. Before you left, the teacher told you that if you can't reach the war emperor, don't come back to see me. When you reach the war emperor, you will be another teacher. There is something for you, if you die outside yourself, it will be your life, you are now a mere fourth-level battle king, are you coming back to let the teacher praise you?"

The old monk was a little angry, and he hated the smell of iron becoming steel.

Only then did Tyrant realize that his purpose for coming back this time was to save Jiang Chen and the big yellow dog. It was when he saw the statue of the grandfather, he couldn't help asking those questions and almost forgot the purpose of his return. , Seeing that his master was angry, the tyrant only thought of his own purpose.

"Master, there is a reason for the disciple to come back this time. Master, please take a look."

Tyrant stood up from the ground, he waved his hand, Jiang Chen and the big yellow dog suddenly emerged and lay on the ground.

The old monk's eyes fell on Jiang Chen, and his eyes couldn't help but light up. For some reason, he felt a familiar aura from the young man's body. Even though Jiang Chen fell into a deep coma, the vague His demeanor still made the old monk feel a little familiar, but the old monk could be sure that he had never seen this young man before, but where did that familiarity come from?

"Master, this person's name is Jiang Chen. He and this big yellow dog are friends that Tu'er made in Xuanyu. Back then in Chaos Sea, Tu'er got a relic. They gave their lives to save each other to save the life of the disciple, and now they are seriously injured and the disciple is helpless, so they came to ask the master for help."

The tyrant said, not forgetting to repeat what happened in Liangzhou.

Hearing this, the old monk was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed a hint of hidden joy. Qinglian Mountain has not allowed outsiders to come for some time, but the people brought back by the tyrant today, the old monk is not at all angry, let's not talk about the old man. The monk did have a sense of familiarity with Jiang Chen, and he did not exclude him from the heart. Secondly, he was very pleased that the tyrant could be so affectionate and righteous. He was a little apprentice who had been unruly since he was a child, and now he is familiar with the world. , you can make friends of life and death, which is what the old monk wants to see.

In particular, he is even more happy that the tyrant monk can make friends with talented people, which may play a big role in his future practice.

"You said you got a relic?"

As the old monk said, a spiritual sense shot out from his eyes, directly entering the body of the tyrant monk, and then took it back.

"Okay, you really are a person with a great chance, and the relic you got was left by a third-level little saint, no wonder you are progressing so fast, your first physique has been transformed again, this belongs to you. I believe that as long as you are willing, you can be promoted to the fifth-level war king at any time."

The old monk was very pleased, then he squatted down, his eyes fell on Jiang Chen, he just glanced at it, and immediately said in surprise: "How can he have such a strong pure power of lightning in his body?"

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