God Emperor

The land in the Central Region is vast and sparsely populated, with many famous mountains and rivers, ancient ruins, and spiritual veins gathering together to form one magical place after another.

The thirty-six counties of Yuanfu are located in the hinterland of Tiantai Prefecture, where the north and south meet, gathering the best in the world. Naturally, they have given birth to many brilliant sects and ancient families.

Zhang Ruochen and Tun Xiangtu traveled all night and arrived at the foot of a mountain rich in aura.

This mountain is shaped like a lying cow. In addition to the relatively gentle ridge, there are also two green peaks that reach into the clouds, like the horns of a lying cow.

Even late at night, melodious chanting can be heard coming from the deep dock halfway up the mountain.

Looking up, I saw a speck of light flickering on the mountainside, like a candle in the wind that would be extinguished at any time. It is also like an immortal lamp that has existed since ancient times.

"Master Chen, the aura of heaven and earth here is at least six or seven times richer than other places." Tun Xiangtu whispered.

Zhang Ruochen has strong mental power and is proficient in Qi observation. He has already investigated the surrounding geographical environment.

Deep in the ground, he discovered a golden spiritual vein flowing through it. It was shaped like a dragon and flowed endlessly, making the soil above full of spirituality and giving birth to all kinds of exotic flowers and plants.

Generally speaking, such an excellent cultivation place should have been occupied by the major saints of Yuan Mansion for a long time. How could it be so desolate?

Zhang Ruochen glanced towards Daozuo and saw a mottled stone tablet buried among the dead branches and leaves everywhere.

There are four vigorous characters engraved on it: Sikong Chanyuan.

The words had an ancient rhyme and seemed to contain some kind of Buddhist power, causing the holy energy in Zhang Ruochen's body to vibrate slightly.

"There seems to be a temple in the mountain. I just want to stay there for a few days while waiting for news about the battle between the Zhenyu Ancient Clan and the Undead Vampire Clan."

Zhang Ruochen put away the Taotian Sword and Shen Yuan Ancient Sword, put in the space ring, and strode halfway up the mountain.

Passing through an ancient oak forest, not long after, at the end of the road, I saw a blue-grey Buddhist temple.

In the courtyard, an oil lamp was lit. The moment Zhang Ruochen arrived outside the monastery, the chanting inside suddenly stopped.

"Dong dong."

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the rusty copper ring on the door and knocked gently.

After a while, the door of the Zen Temple opened a gap.

The person who opened the door was a tall and thin young monk with a tall and straight nose, but his skin was as dark as the bottom of a pot. If the whites of his eyes weren't exposed, he would really be like a Buddhist robe floating in the air. Very penetrating.

Zhang Ruochen had seen dark-looking people before, but this was the first time he saw such a dark-looking person.

Zhang Ruochen used as calm a tone as possible, clasped his hands together, said a Buddha's name, and said: "Master, I would like to stay in your courtyard for a few days. This is a little incense money. Please accept it."

Immediately, Zhang Ruochen took out a holy stone and handed it to the black-faced monk.

The value of the holy stone is extremely precious even to a semi-saint. Of course, regardless of the value of the holy stone, the vast amount of holy energy contained in the holy stone is also a huge temptation for any monk.

The reason why Zhang Ruochen took out a piece of holy stone to make incense money was actually because he wanted to do a test.

After all, it is really strange that Sikong Chanyuan is located in this place where spiritual energy gathers. As long as the black-faced monk is a cultivator, he will definitely be tempted by the holy stone.

When the black-faced monk saw the holy stone in Zhang Ruochen's hand, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he shook his head vigorously and said, "No, no, Master said that you cannot accept any money from pilgrims."

At this moment, another footsteps sounded in the Zen courtyard.

"Second Junior Brother, who are the people outside? What are you whining about there?"

A short, fat, white-faced monk opened the door completely, walked out with his hands behind his back, and glared at the black-faced monk.

The white-faced monk and the black-faced monk are completely opposite. The skin on his body is extremely fair, and the originally white Buddhist robes on his body actually look very gray.

The black-faced monk said: "Senior Brother, there is a pilgrim who wants to stay in the Zen monastery, but he insists on paying for incense. Look..."

"No, no, the wing rooms in our Zen Yuan are already full, let him stay somewhere else...wait, incense money."

The white-faced monk finally reacted, his eyes shining brightly, he immediately turned around, clasped his hands together, and bowed respectfully to Zhang Ruochen, "Amitabha."

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out a fat, soft and white hand, looking extremely calm, and took the holy stone in Zhang Ruochen's hand.

"Haha! Our Sikong Chanyuan lacks everything except a wing. The donor is a poor monk named Da Sikong. He is my junior brother and is called Er Sikong."

The white-faced monk named Da Sikong glanced at the holy stone in his hand. The fat on his face trembled slightly, obviously a little surprised.

He actually took out a piece of holy stone to make incense money. What is the origin of this young man in front of him?

Zhang Ruochen had a panoramic view of the expressions of the two monks, showed a kind smile, and bowed slightly to them.

"Elder brother, we cannot take in people of unknown origin. It is against the rules. Have you forgotten that the white-haired female pilgrim you took in yesterday just this morning slapped a male pilgrim who wanted to get close to her? Fly ashes?”

"Besides, our Zen monastery only has four monks in total. How can we accommodate so many pilgrims?" Er Sikong asked.

Da Sikong sighed and said earnestly: "Buddha lives in the temple for cultivation and opens the door to welcome all living beings. Junior Brother, your state of mind is still too low and you need more experience. Previously, Master asked me to copy ten volumes of the Maha Sutra. ”, to strengthen your state of mind. Now it seems that you should go and copy. The pen and paper are in the Sutra Library. I’ll prepare them for you. Go quickly!

Er Sikong was very honest and honest. When he heard this, he thought that his mood was really too low, so he immediately rushed to the Sutra Library.

Da Sikong looked at Er Sikong's back and gave another instruction: "After you finish copying, remember to bring it to your senior brother to check it for you."

Then, Da Sikong turned around and gave the Prime Minister a solemn smile, "Donor, please come this way."

"Please." Zhang Ruochen said.

Under the leadership of Da Sikong, Zhang Ruochen walked into the Zen courtyard.

The Zen courtyard looks quite quiet, with streams flowing, bamboo bridges, and wooden pagodas dedicated to some unknown Buddhas and saints.

In the center of the Zen courtyard, there is a three-foot-tall stone statue.

In fact, the stone statue is not very tall, but it looks extremely majestic. Walking under it gives people a huge pressure. Ordinary people would probably have knelt down to worship.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were fixed on the stone statue. Suddenly, his heart was shocked and he couldn't help but said: "Buddha Emperor."

That stone statue is exactly the same as the Buddha Emperor, one of the Nine Emperors eight hundred years ago.

Someone actually worships the Buddha Emperor here?

Da Sikong, who was walking in front, turned around and asked: "Donor, what place did you just say?"

Zhang Ruochen carefully observed Da Sikong's expression and found that he seemed to really know nothing, so he did not explain, just shook his head and smiled, and said: "Nothing, just sighing, Sikong Chanyuan is really a pure place of Buddhism." land."

Hearing this, Da Sikong showed a smile on his face and said: "That's natural. Our Sikong Chanyuan has a history of eight hundred years, but it is still hidden in the mountains and isolated from the world. Naturally it is quite A clean place.”

Zhang Ruochen didn't make too many comments, just nodded and smiled.

Da Sikong led Zhang Ruochen into a relatively spacious wing and said, "Donor, you can stay here for as long as you like. Our Zen Yuan not only takes care of food, but also takes care of food. Haha!"

Da Sikong closed the door of the wing and the footsteps gradually faded away.

Zhang Ruochen's fingers touched the oak bed lightly, but there was not a speck of dust on it.

Very simple, but also very clean.

Originally, Zhang Ruochen just wanted to find a place to live in seclusion to escape the pursuit of the undead vampires. However, he did not expect that he would find a stone statue of the Buddha Emperor in a monastery deep in the mountains.

When Queen Chi Yao led an army to attack the Western Regions, she was resisted by Emperor Buddha and the entire Ten Thousand Buddhas Tao. In the end, the powerful queen killed Emperor Buddha.

For fear of offending the Queen and the court, from then on, no one in the temples in Kunlun Realm dared to worship the Buddha Emperor.

Anyone who worships the Buddha Emperor is regarded as rebellious and will be surrounded and suppressed.

"It's a little weird."

Zhang Ruochen muttered to himself.

Afterwards, Zhang Ruochen released his mental power, turned it into thousands of light points, and began to explore the entire Zen courtyard.

His mental power discovered a formation in a wing next door.

However, that kind of formation was not very clever. Zhang Ruochen's mental power penetrated easily and heard the conversation between the three people inside.

"Fourth, please don't stop me. I'm going to kill that stinky bitch now and avenge the boss."

A big man with a strong physique, bare his right shoulder, picked up a heavy knife, and was about to rush out the door.

"Lao San, you'd better calm down. That woman's cultivation is very powerful, and we can't deal with it. I have already reported what we found in the Zen Temple back to the Ministry of War. I believe that the Ministry of War will send experts over soon. "When the time comes, it won't be too late to deal with her." Another younger man said calmly.

"I can't wait that long. If you don't avenge the boss, I will go myself."

The burly man rushed out of the formation and smashed the door. Then, he picked up the heavy knife, flew to the second floor, and struck one of the wings with the knife.

However, as soon as he raised his sword, an extremely powerful force surged out from the side room, like a cool breeze blowing over the tall man.

The body of the sturdy man seemed to be made of sand, and it gradually dissipated. In the end, not even a single bone was left.

Really wiped out.

That sturdy man was not a weakling, and his cultivation had reached the third transformation of fish and dragon.

It can be seen from this that the female pilgrim in the wing on the second floor is probably a very powerful and ruthless character.

Zhang Ruochen used a mental force to investigate.

However, his mental strength immediately collapsed as soon as he got close to it. Even if you use your celestial eye to penetrate the wooden wall, you can only see an illusory cloud and mist. Other than that, you can't see anything clearly.

"Amazing."

Zhang Ruochen was secretly shocked. He didn't expect that he could meet such a terrifying and powerful man just by hiding in a Buddhist temple.

Tun Xiangtu poked out a fist-sized furry head from Zhang Ruochen's pocket and said: "Master Chen, those people are from the Ministry of War, and, according to their words, the strong men from the Ministry of War will soon Come here. It seems like this is a place of trouble and we should leave as soon as possible."

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