Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

In a trance, he found himself in an extremely huge palace, and his hand was pressing on the palace gate.

The palace was huge and magnificent, boundless, standing between heaven and earth as if it penetrated heaven and earth, infinitely large and infinitely high.

The gate of this palace was made of purple gold, flickering with a faint golden light.

The purple gold gate was covered with fine patterns, which at first glance looked like strange little flowers, like roses and daisies.

Looking closely, these patterns seemed to come alive and slowly flowed, like flowers slowly blooming.

He felt awe for no reason and couldn't help kneeling down to pay homage.

The last bit of inspiration in his heart flashed, letting him know that something was wrong, and he took a deep breath and suppressed all these strange thoughts.

He was in a trance for a moment. .

It was as if he was in the vast ocean.

His feet were slightly empty, and he was actually stepping on the sea water. His body couldn't help shaking and wanted to sink.

He quickly concentrated his energy on his feet to prevent himself from falling.

Then he realized that he was standing outside the Yongkong Temple, and it was impossible for him to really appear in the vast ocean.

He closed his eyes, sealed his five senses, and then circulated the Golden Lotus Burning World Sutra.

The raging flames seemed to be born from the void, burning himself, burning all the filth, and burning all the external evil.

His whole body was like glass, clear and warm.

He opened his eyes again and looked over.

A hundred meters away, Yongkong Temple stood in the bright sunshine, quiet and solemn, as if it had stood here for thousands of years.

It turned out that he had retreated another hundred meters without knowing it.

He looked solemn.

Could it be that he could not enter this Yongkong Temple?

He circulated the Golden Lotus Burning World Sutra and walked forward slowly. With every step, he kept his body like glass, pure and spotless.

He approached the gate of Yongkong Temple step by step and reached out his hand again.

The palm was like a piece of white jade, flowing with a soft crystal luster, and had already pushed the Golden Lotus Burning World Sutra to the extreme.

Immune to all evil.

As soon as it touched the golden ring.

"Bang!" He flew backwards, and a soft and mellow force gently and firmly pushed him a hundred meters away.

He finally changed color.

He finally determined that with his current cultivation, he really couldn't enter Yongkong Temple.

The soft and resolute force just now was not something he could resist. It seemed soft, mellow and harmless.

But it was overwhelming and unstoppable.

In front of this force, his own strength was like a mantis trying to stop a car.

The only thing he could do was to turn around and leave, so as not to humiliate himself.

He stared deeply at Yongkong Temple.

The Yongkong Temple in front of him seemed to have undergone inexplicable changes, as if it had become vicissitudes and dilapidated, and as if it was becoming shiny and shining.

He vaguely knew the principle of Yongkong Temple's operation, which was rebound.

If he used magic, Yongkong Temple would bounce back his magic, making him deeply trapped in it.

If he used martial arts, Yongkong Temple would bounce back his martial arts, making him bounce out and unable to get close.

If he did not use martial arts, it would still be the same magic.

This should not be controlled by Monk Fakong, but there is a powerful divine object in Yongkong Temple, guarding Yongkong Temple.

If he could not enter, I am afraid that only a few monks in the Great Miaolian Temple could enter.

He thought of this and turned away.

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Fakong watched him leave, thinking.

The empty mind began to replay the previous scenes.

As long as he stepped into the Little Western Paradise, he would be the master of this world. Everything in the Little Western Paradise was known to him and he could even control it freely.

Therefore, he had mastered the reality of Monk Yuande, including Monk Yuande's martial arts and magic.

Not only did he know the route of the Golden Lotus Burning World Sutra, he also knew the operation method of his illusion.

It was compared with the illusion chapter of the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra.

This Great Miaolian Temple and the White Lotus Temple may have a lot of origins, and there is a sense of familiarity. Could it be that they come from the same source?

The Golden Lotus Burning World Sutra is different from the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra, but the illusion chapter is slightly similar.

Monk Yuande has reached the Qi Holding Realm, and compared with the past, the improvement is really rapid.

So I am making progress, and so are others.

Those true geniuses are making progress faster, not inferior to me.

Fakong shook his head.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the golden light was faint. He had already seen Monk Yuande like a stream of light, and in the blink of an eye he returned to a temple.

This temple is located on the west side of the Dayun Palace. After leaving the palace gate and walking a hundred meters, you will see this small Miaolian Temple.

Monk Yuande entered Xiaomiaolian Temple lightly, came to the abbot's courtyard, and came to the old and frail national master.

National Master Benyin was watering flowers in the courtyard.

This is a simple and elegant courtyard, about the same size and layout as the abbot's courtyard of Fakong.

The layout of the temples is similar, and they all follow the norms implicitly, and there is no temple layout that is too unorthodox.

In the southeast corner of the flowerbed, various flowers are blooming, competing for beauty, and beautiful.

Dayun National Master Benyin was holding a kettle and slowly watering the flowers.

The water splashed colorfully in the sun.

"Master." Monk Yuande saluted: "Disciple went to Yongkong Temple, but couldn't get in."

"Hmm." Old Monk Benyin hummed lightly, but didn't stop moving.

He was tall and burly, but at this time he was slightly hunched over, and his movements were slow and difficult, as if he would stop at any time.

He had a long face, puffy eyes, big bags under his eyes, and a rather ugly appearance.

His eyes were dim and lifeless, as if he was already confused.

He was like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time and was useless.

Monk Yuande was extremely respectful and did not neglect or despise Master Benyin because of his appearance.

He knew the details and knew that Master Benyin's practice of Buddhism was to transform poison into wisdom, and the body and spirit were completely different.

He shook his head secretly.

The master's appearance was very deceptive. If others really thought that the master's eyes were dim and he was no longer useful, they would be very wrong.

Monk Yuande's handsome face showed solemnity: "Master, I suspect that Yongkong Temple is guarded by a strange treasure."

"You can't enter Yongkong Temple because of the strange treasure?" Master Benyin asked lightly.

Monk Yuande said solemnly: "It is definitely a strange treasure."

He told the story again.

Master Benyin listened while watering.

He watered carefully and meticulously, leaving no flowers untouched, and letting them get wet, as if it had rained.

The delicate petals were stained with water, making them even more delicate.

After he finished pouring the water, he put down the kettle and sat down at the stone table. Monk Yuande continued to describe what he saw, heard and thought, and poured tea for Master Benyin.

Master Benyin sipped the tea, nodded while listening, and after Monk Yuande finished speaking, he slowly said: "Do you think Fakong is in the temple?"

"Probably not." Monk Yuande shook his head: "I don't feel anyone, it's just an empty temple."

Master Benyin said lightly: "If he is really in there, you will definitely be able to sense it?"

"You should be able to hide it from me." Monk Yuande said solemnly.

He is very confident in his sensing ability.

Master Benyin did not have such confidence, and slowly said: "In this case, he is indeed a powerful person."

Monk Yuande said: "No matter how powerful he is, he is not as good as you, Master, but this Yongkong Temple was given by the emperor..."

This is the root of their real fear.

If it wasn't for the emperor's order, the masters of the Da Miao Lian Temple would have already attacked and driven Fa Kong away.