Immortal Young Man on Campus

This scene was shocking, although Yu Mo had already known about it, his eyes widened.

The King of Heaven was stunned when he saw this scene, and asked after a long while, "What's going on?"

The Buddha smiled lightly and said, "These are all devout believers in Tianlong Temple. There are many believers in Tianlong Temple, and this is the scene every day."

The Buddha has long been surprised.

The King of Heaven turned his head to look at Yu Mo with a complicated expression.

The power of Tianlong Temple is really not blown out, it can be seen from these believers.

"You are so powerful, why don't you usually see the monks from Tianlong Temple walking around the world?" The King of Heaven asked inexplicably.

The Buddha said: "Tianlong Temple wholeheartedly worships the Buddha, and does not ask about the world."

The King of Heaven seemed to understand, but Yu Mo was thoughtful and said, "I will visit Tianlong Temple this trip, and I will definitely gain a lot."

"Sect Master Yu is the one who founded the sect. It is also an honor for Tianlong Temple to come to my Tianlong Temple." The Buddha nodded and said.

The three walked to Tianlong Peak on foot. When passing by the worshiping believers, the believers saw the Buddhist monks dressed up, and they all kowtowed to him, and they were extremely devout.

Yu Mo's eyelids twitched, and he could see the piety from the bottom of his heart from these believers.

He raised his head and looked at Tianlong Peak, too far away to see whether there was any power of faith on the mountain.

"Such a devout believer will definitely generate the power of faith, and it is a lot of power of faith." Yu Mo concluded that this was the conclusion he reached based on the temple in Changheng Mountain.

The climate of Tianlong Peak is severe, the base of the mountain is as warm as spring, and the top of the mountain is raging with cold winds.

The group seems to have experienced the spring and winter seasons.

The three of them have extraordinary strength, surpassing every believer. When they reached the top of the mountain, there were only a few believers left. Yu Mo asked curiously, "Are there not many believers who climbed Tianlong Peak?"

The Buddha said as a matter of course: "There are naturally very few people who can see the true Buddha."

"Can you see the true Buddha when you climb Tianlong Peak?"

The Buddha put his hands together and said, "Everyone has a Buddha in their hearts, but the clouds and mountains are covered with fog. When you climb the Tianlong Peak, you can clear the clouds and see the true Buddha in your heart."

Yu Mo frowned, thoughtfully.

The Buddha looked at him and said, "You climbed the Tianlong Peak and saw the Buddha in your heart?"

Yu Mo smiled and shook his head: "I only have the true self in my heart, not the true Buddha."

The Buddha said lightly: "The cloud in your heart has not been cleared."

The gate of Tianlong Temple is very simple, which is not commensurate with the reputation of Tianlong Temple. The temple of Tianlong Temple is also very simple. It seems that it has been built for many years.

Yu Mo stared deeply at the temple in front of him. Tianlong Temple seemed to be one with heaven and earth. As soon as he closed his eyes, it seemed that Tianlong Temple disappeared without a trace, and he could not sense his existence at all.

Yu Mo was secretly frightened, the Cangtian Sect couldn't be compared with the Tianlong Temple, and there was still a long way to go.

In front of the mountain gate, a monk was sweeping the floor, and the steps were sprinkled with fallen leaves. When the broom went over, the steps were spotless, as if they had been washed with water.

Yu Mo's pupils shrank, but the King of Heaven was startled and said in a low voice, "Sect Master, this floor sweeper is a master."

Yu Mo nodded, of course he saw it, this sweeper monk is not very old, but his cultivation is amazing. In the rivers and lakes, he is also a first-class master, and he is only one step away from the master realm.

"Tianlong Temple is really crouching tiger, hidden dragon, a monk who sweeps the floor has such a cultivation." Yu Mo said with emotion.

Fozi Gujing did not waver, and said, "Brother, he is sweeping the floor to remove the dust in his heart. Once the dust in his heart is cleaned up, his skill will be able to improve to a higher level."

Yu Mo was thoughtful and stared at the sweeping monk, but his eyes fell behind the sweeping monk. After the broom passed, leaves were scattered on the spotless steps.

After the sweeper had finished sweeping the steps, the steps were covered with leaves again. The sweeping monk was not impatient, neither hurried nor slow, and started sweeping again, as if he really wanted to let there be no leaves on the steps before he stopped.

The three sweeping monks passed by, the Buddha clasped his hands together and said, "Senior brother."

The sweeping monk looked up at him and put his hands together: "Junior Brother, you are back."

The sweeping monk didn't even look at Yu Mo and the King of Heaven, and swept up the ground unhurriedly, as if the two of them were air.

The three walked into the gate of Tianlong Temple. Tianwang couldn't help but look back at the monk who was sweeping the floor, thinking that the monks in Tianlong Temple were really strange.

There are not many monks in Tianlong Temple. The three of them came all the way to the Mahavira Hall and only met about a dozen monks, but without exception, they all had extraordinary abilities.

Yu Mo and Tian Wang's eyesight is extraordinary, and they can see it at a glance.

The two were secretly startled.

An old monk was sitting on a futon, beating a wooden fish, and the sound of the wooden fish reverberated in the Daxiong Hall.

The Buddha saluted the old monk and said, "Abbot, the disciple has returned."

Yu Mo and Tian Wang were startled. This person turned out to be the abbot of Tianlong Temple. It was really unfathomable. When they looked at the abbot, they only felt that he was an abyss.

The abbot raised his slack eyelids, nodded and said, "It's good to come back, the distinguished guests are at the door, and the Tianlong Temple is full of brilliance."

The abbot got up, walked in front of Yu Mo step by step, and said, "Sect Master Yu of the Cangtian Sect is coming to Tianlong Temple, what are you doing?"

Yu Mo was not surprised that the abbot knew him. The Buddha had been by his side for so long, and he must have kept in touch with Tianlong Temple.

Yu Mo returned the salute and said, "The abbot's words are serious. This time, I take the liberty of harassing me, and I also ask the abbot Haihan."

"The visitor is a guest, and Tianlong Temple never refuses guests outside the gate." The abbot replied, "Sect Master Yu can come up, what do you think of my Tianlong Temple?"

"Famous sects, the weather is amazing." Yu Mo said after pondering for a while.

The abbot said calmly, "Tianlong Temple is just a small temple, not a famous sect. Since Sect Master Yu has come to Tianlong Temple, he will stay in the temple for a few more days."

"That's right." Yu Mo was not in a hurry to ask about the power of belief, and decided to take a look first.

"Xuanxi, take the two distinguished guests to rest." The abbot shouted, and a lanky monk walked in outside the Mahavira Hall and saluted the two: "Two distinguished guests, please."

Yu Mo and the King of Heaven looked at each other, the guest followed the host, bowed to the abbot, and exited the Mahavira Hall.

Immediately, only the abbot and the Buddha were left in the Daxiong Hall. The Buddha's face gradually became solemn. He looked up at the abbot and asked in a deep voice, "Abbot, I have seen a Shinto person."

Abbot calmly said, "Oh, what's the harvest?"

"That man's name is Yi Feizi, and he's already dead."

"Dead?" The abbot was surprised, looked out of the hall, and asked, "Die in his hands?"

"Yes."

"Unexpectedly, when you stayed by Yu Mo's side and looked at the world of the world, you didn't expect to meet someone from Shintoism, and he died in the hands of Sect Master Yu." The abbot seemed very sighed.