Chapter 772 Great Leiyin Temple Many Yuanying

Mr. Fangzheng said:

"This thunder is called the divine thunder of hard and soft sounds. It is also known as the Three-Destroying Thunder Sound. It is designed to destroy the thunder sounds of those monks who have physical defects and are too strong and soft. This is one of the twenty-eight thunder sounds here."

Yu Zecheng nodded and said:

"The combination of hardness and softness is truly a divine thunder. No wonder this place is called one of the ten most dangerous places."

Mr. Fangzheng continued:

"Actually, the main reason why this place is called one of the top ten dangerous places is for another reason. Brother Chengxian, do you feel like you are unable to control your true energy in that thunder?"

Yu Zecheng nodded and said:

"That's true."

Fang Zheng continued:

"Ordinary monks come here and are shaken by the sound of thunder. They are suddenly unable to control their true energy, and their swords, treasures, and energy are all useless. Even if they ride on that flying car, they will be hit by this thunder. The shaking flying car will malfunction and fall in the air. ,

On the land of this floating island, there are countless strange beasts, the earth is illusory, and the wind is fierce. If you can't fly, it will be difficult to get out of this place, so this place is designated as one of the ten most dangerous places.

But as long as there is a fairy bird as a ride here, there is no danger. I don't know why the fairy birds almost ignore these thunder sounds, so as long as you drive a fairy bird here, you will have no obstruction. "

Yu Zecheng suddenly realized it and said:

"That's it. Thank you, Senior Brother Fang Zheng, for your request. That's it."

The three of them flew and chatted all the way, but they were not lonely. They experienced several thunder sounds along the way, but the three of them had something to rely on and passed through countless obstacles safely. Soon, a temple appeared in front of them.

This is Jixi Leiyin Temple, located on a steep peak. The temple is built on the mountain and is divided into nine entrances and nine exits. Among them are nine halls, nine rooms and nine halls. The architecture is quaint but majestic. The hard mountain building with rolling ridges is covered with vermilion glazed tiles. Looking from a distance in the sky, the roof is covered with purple light. , a piece of splendor and splendor.

This temple is integrated with the mountain peak. From a distance, thousands of peaks are wrapped in plains and thousands of pines are hung with silver. The winter weather is melting in the sky, and everything is clearing up. The majestic Leiyin Temple is a solemn and elegant image.

Fang Zheng and the other two drove the fairy birds here, dropped down from a distance, and put away the fairy birds. Yu Zecheng did the same behind them. He took Kunpeng back to his own Pangu world and looked up at the towering temple.

Fang Zheng shouted:

"Fang Zheng of the Haoran Zhengqi Sect, True Lord Xuanye of the Hunyuan Sword Sect, and True Lord Miedu of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect have come to pay a visit to Zen Master Sanran."

The sound was neither loud nor strong, but very lingering. It slowly spread throughout the world and into the temple.

After a while, the temple opened its main gate, draped in red and green, and a monk came out to greet him, shouting from a distance:

"Brother Fangzheng is here, and sister Xuan Ye is here. It seems that this disaster can definitely be overcome."

This monk roared like thunder. From a distance, he looked a bit like an eminent monk, with a head that was almost twice as big as an ordinary person's. However, the bald head was not shaved very cleanly, and the roots of the hair sticking out of the scalp were tangled. Like a mace, those two eyebrows formed a big horoscope. At first glance, he looked like a sloppy monk.

He was tall and tall, with huge fists and round arms. When he looked over, he saw that there was some kind of eminent monk here, and he was clearly a rogue.

He strode out and shouted loudly. Fang Zheng immediately frowned and said:

"Master Sanhuan, where is your senior brother Sanran?"

The monk said:

"Senior brother has just reached the Bodhi realm and has to go through the test. I will be in charge of this this year. The two masters will be invited soon."

Mr. Fangzheng pointed at Yu Zecheng and introduced:

"He is the True Lord of Destruction of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and this is San Huan, the second disciple of Master Yuan Chen.",

Mr. Fang Zheng made the introduction, and Yu Zecheng and Zen Master Sanhuan couldn't help but look at each other. They bowed to each other, and Zen Master Sanhuan said:

"Death? What a big name."

Yu Zecheng smiled and said:

"Friends love me."

Without saying anything, Zen Master Sanhuan led the three of them into Leiyin Temple in the far west.

Today, in this temple, all the walls are covered with beautiful murals. These murals depict Buddhist stories, and the characters in them are so vivid that they look like they are going to survive.

Yu Zecheng saw this mural for the first time, and slowly immersed himself in it. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he couldn't help shouting:

"good."

Zen Master Sanhuan said from the side:

"That's right, these were all painted by my master. At that time, my master was a famous scholar in the world. This mural is just a random painting."

Yu Zecheng nodded and said:

"I have reached the peak of my painting, and I am deeply absorbed in it. It is so good to paint, so good to paint."

Between the walls and under the murals, there are plum blossoms everywhere. The plum blossoms suddenly bloom. The leaves bloom first in the cold winter. The petals have five petals, ranging from pink, white, red and other colors. The ice branches are tender green, the sparse shadows are elegant, the flowers are beautiful in color, and the fragrance is pleasant. Thousands of flowers dare to emerge from the snow, and one tree alone is the first in the world to fall into spring. I know it's not snow from a distance, only the faint fragrance.

Yu Zecheng said:

"This painting is really wonderful. When paired with these plum blossoms, it's a perfect match. It's so beautiful."

Zen Master Sanhuan was very happy to hear Yu Zecheng praising his master. When Yu Zecheng talked about plum blossoms, his face gradually became gloomy and he said:

"All plum blossoms are rotten and disgusting. Every time they bloom at this time, they cause a disaster for Master. I wish I could eradicate all these plum blossoms, but I don't know why. No matter how many times I remove them, they are still there. Here What a hellish place.”

After saying that, he went over and grabbed all the blooming plum blossoms in anger, but in an instant, the plum trees gradually grew and bloomed again, and the flowers still smiled in the wind. Under this mural, there were thousands of charming flowers.

Mr. Fang Zheng shook his head. Everyone entered the main hall of Leiyin Temple. There were really few people here. Yu Zecheng only saw more than ten monks along the way. Such a large temple was sparsely populated.

But all these monks had high cultivation. Many of them were in the Vajra realm. There were many masters.

Entering the main hall, I saw that there were already several people in the main hall. They were sitting or standing, waiting here.

Three people entered. One of them saw Fang Zheng and came over to say hello. Fang Zheng greeted them one by one and introduced them to Yu Zecheng one by one.

There were four people in this hall. One of them was wearing a white Taoist robe and a white sun and moon Taoist crown. His face was pale and green, and only his eyes were bright. He wore white Lu Zu shoes. He had black hair and black beard. The white robe and white Taoist crown made his hair and beard look even blacker. He looked like an immortal, and he felt a little like an immortal.

Fang Zheng introduced:

"This is Li Kong Zhenjun, the head of the Xuwu Piaomiao Sect."

Yu Zecheng was shocked. He turned out to be Li Kong Zhenjun, the head of the Xuwu Piaomiao Sect, and Lei Wanjun's master. The Xuwu Piaomiao Sect he controlled was very powerful. He had time to gather here. This Master Yuan Chen was really not simple.

Mr. Fang Zheng introduced the second person. He wore a Qingyun crown, five strands of gray beard hanging on his chest, a light blue Taoist robe without any obvious markings, and ordinary magic boots. His facial features were regular, but he was light and elegant, making people feel relaxed and free when they saw him.

But if you look closely, you will find that there is always a faint purple air around his elbow and shoulder, which seems to be unclear, but can be clearly felt. The faint fairy air floats out, making people no longer think that he is an ordinary cultivator.

This aura has reached the state of emptiness of body, form, soul, and spirit, and the state of gathering, gathering, and gathering, and the purple aura is pouring down, and the aura is piercing through the clouds.

Mr. Fang Zheng said:

"This is the leader of the Purple Qi Eastward Sect, Yi Yuan Zhen Jun."

Yu Zecheng looked at him and was shocked. The Purple Qi Eastward Sect was the enemy of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. In the last battle, they almost wiped them out. Later, they contributed some treasures, and the old madman and others stopped attacking and did not wipe out the sect.

The Yi Yuan Zhen Jun looked at Yu Zecheng with hatred in his eyes. Although Mr. Fang Zheng did not introduce him, he knew who Yu Zecheng was.

Fang Zheng introduced the third person. He wore a golden crane crown with wings spread, a bright green Taoist robe, a red tassel on his back, and a leisurely Taoist with his hands gathered up. His eyebrows were purple, and his pupils were purple. What was most surprising was that three feet above his head, there was also a purple light flowing, and the aura of a treasure was hazy. The whole body was like a fairy, which was outstanding and unforgettable.

Fang Zheng said:

"This is the leader of the Zhu Ruo Kong Wu Sect, the True Lord Kong Rong."

Then he introduced the three people:

"This is the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's Mie Du True Lord."

That Li Kong snorted, as a greeting, Yi Yuan ignored him, only Kong Rong came to greet.

Yu Zecheng stepped forward to salute, and the two smiled at each other, which was considered an acquaintance.

There was another person in the hall, a young man in white clothes and white robes, but the young man was extremely arrogant and did not take everyone seriously, so Mr. Fang Zheng did not introduce him.

Everyone started chatting together, and they were all very happy. These people had been here at least once or twice, and they were all very familiar with it. One of them asked Yu Zecheng how many times he was a blocker here, and Yu Zecheng was speechless.

As he spoke, Mr. Fang Zheng said to the Venerable Sanhuan:

"Sanhuan, isn't the True Lord of Mie Du here like us? He came to see our master. I wonder if Master Yuan Chen has time to meet him?"

Fang Zheng slowly told the purpose of Yu Zecheng's visit. When Sanhuan heard this, his face changed and he said:

"It's already this time, and you're still doing this. Even if my master can see him, he won't."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the depths of the hall said:

"But my old friend Zhenwo's junior, come in quickly."

The voice was extremely kind, and it was the voice of Master Yuan Chen. Sanhuan said bitterly:

"I'm not here to help, but to cause trouble. Let's go, I'll take you to see my master."

After speaking, he took Yu Zecheng inside.

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