Infinity Throne

Qingdu.

In front of Heianji Temple.

Yi Lin went to buy tickets honestly.

You didn’t earn the money yourself anyway.

Not distressed.

But Miao Miao, Ju'er, and Niu Zhu refused to go in.

They said in unison that the Buddhist temple was full of evil spirits and was unlucky.

The reactions of the three of them were not beyond Yi Lin's expectations.

After staying in Beiju Luzhou for so many years, he didn't know the habits of the demon clan.

It can be said that he and Buddhism are mortal enemies, born from nature.

But Xuanci's reaction made Yi Lin a little surprised.

"Buy one for me."

Xuanci calmly reached out to Yilin and asked for the admission ticket.

Yi Lin glanced at Xuan Ci in surprise and handed over the ticket without asking any questions. At the same time, he took off the chrysanthemum bracelet and let Miaomiao bite it in his mouth.

After leaving the two nannies to play in the cool place, Yilin took Xuanci, abided by their duties and disciplines, and lined up to enter the Ping'an Temple.

After a hundred years, Heianji Temple has become a famous tourist attraction.

But what makes Heian Temple famous is not that the legends of the past have been passed down, but simply because this temple is old enough.

It is said that the Heian Temple has a history of nearly a thousand years and has survived through ups and downs, dynasty changes, natural disasters and wars.

This "ancientness" alone gives people enough reasons to get the so-called "blessing".

Among the tourists, Yi Lin accidentally met several young foreign women whom she met on the boat.

However, Yi Lin had now returned to her original appearance, and they did not recognize Yi Lin for a while.

…

In the courtyard, there is a lot of incense and an endless stream of guests.

Xuanci asked Yi Lin for some pocket money, went to the incense sales point nearby, bought three incense sticks, walked in line to the huge incense burner, and silently lit the incense.

"Wait for me here. I'll come back as soon as I go."

Yilin was initially worried that Xuanci's identity as a demon would be recognized, so he stayed there for a while. But until Xuanci finished offering the incense, no one of the Buddhist disciples coming and going could recognize Xuanci's true form, so they felt relieved.

Heian Temple covers a large area, with many large and small meditation halls connected by antique corridors.

Yi Lin came here a hundred years ago.

However, over the past hundred years, Heian Temple has undergone several renovations, and the internal structure has undergone many changes.

But it didn't matter. Yi Lin closed her eyes, let go of her perception, and soon found her destination.

"Um?"

When Yi Lin released his senses, he couldn't help but frown and looked down at the neatly manicured lawn on the ground.

After a moment, Yi Lin smiled slightly: "I didn't expect that...it's okay, just treat him with courtesy."

…

ten minutes later.

Yi Lin came to the deepest Zen hall in Heian Temple.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

The Zen Hall still uses the oldest structure of paper windows and sandalwood doors.

From the crack in the door, a scent of sandalwood floated into Yi Lin's nose.

The "sandalwood" burned by Buddhists has always been blessed by eminent monks and has the effect of restraining evil spirits, monsters and ghosts.

It has a calming effect on ordinary humans.

Therefore, this Buddhist sandalwood smell is not the same in the demon clan's nose. This is what Miaomiao, Juer and Niuyou call "evil energy".

However, Yi Lin's bloodline is a little special.

He is not a traditional demon.

His bloodline is not even from this world.

Yi Lin didn't feel any discomfort at all. Instead, she felt relaxed and happy, and her heart was as calm as water.

Demons and demons cannot be generalized.

"Ahem."

Here, it is not open to tourists.

But Yi Lin came anyway.

The process is not important.

He coughed twice and knocked on the door.

"Taiyi of the demon clan, please see the master."

Yi Lin took the initiative to announce her name.

He even took the initiative to reveal his identity as a demon clan.

At this point, he felt there was no need to be secretive. He was upright and upright.

When Yi Lin spoke, an old and steady voice came from inside.

"Taiyi Donor, please come in."

"That would be offending."

Yi Lin pushed open the door and entered.

In the empty Zen hall, there is a Buddha statue with a mottled surface.

The material of the Buddha statue is the simplest bronze.

The Buddha statue is stained with rust, showing signs of changes over time.

An old monk with an old face and a long white beard was sitting cross-legged on a futon. In front of him, there was a dark red wooden fish.

"I hope you'll forgive me for coming uninvited."

"The donor came with questions in mind. In this case, everyone who comes is a guest."

The old monk opened his eyes, which were filled with a turbid gray color.

Yi Lin took off his hat and shook it casually. The hat floated outside the door and hung on the treetop.

"Master Chunhan?"

"It's the poor monk."

"I want to find someone."

"Donor, please tell me."

"Master, can't you guess it?"

"Ask the world, who dares to claim to know everything? Poor monks and ordinary monks dare not make rash guesses."

"I'm looking for Chunzhen."

"Sure enough." Chunhan stood up, turned and walked to the row of candlesticks in front of the Buddha statue, and gently twisted it under the ninth candlestick.

Rumble.

The wall shook, and the wall behind a portrait of an angry-looking Arhat moved back, revealing a secret door.

Master Chunhan stood by the door, clasping his hands: "What the donor is looking for is inside."

This demeanor is a bit like "asking you to enter the urn".

Yi Lin frowned: "It's not him inside."

Chunhan smiled slightly: "Taiyi Donor, what you are looking for is not Senior Brother Chunzhen."

"Oh? Please don't riddle, thank you." Yi Lin clasped her hands together, very politely.

“The donor is asking for ‘an answer’.”

Yi Lin was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "Okay, I understand."

…

Behind the door, there are stairs going down.

Both sides were lit with bright candles.

It was obviously a basement with a mysterious atmosphere, but the full candlelight gave Yilin a sense of uprightness and brightness.

Yi Lin was very calm and walked down the stairs in a circle.

At the end, there is still a closed meditation hall.

The reason for Yi Lin's accident was very simple.

When he released his senses, he discovered this basement.

Before, there was no basement here.

Nowadays, his spiritual attributes have broken through the second level of lock and reached the "legendary" state. Once his perception is released, he can almost cover the entire Qingdu, let alone a mere peace temple.

There are no secrets in front of the legendary spiritual apostle.

At this level, when the power of thought is released, it can no longer simply be called "perception".

In more technical terms, this is called "transparency".

In front of the legendary spiritual apostle, under the shroud of telepathy, the world is transparent.

…

In the underground meditation hall, the lights are brightly lit.

The walls were covered with pure wood, and candlesticks were burning with bright candles.

In this underground meditation hall, Yi Lin could even feel the flow of air.

It seems that there is ventilation equipment here.

Otherwise, if there were so many candles burning together and there was no ventilation equipment, the people inside would have suffocated to death.

In the empty Zen hall, there was a haggard "person" sitting.

Yes, Yi Lin would use "human" to describe the gaunt old monk in front of him.

There was almost no flesh on his body, and he was as thin as a skeleton. The deep-set eye sockets and cheekbones made the old monk look like a corpse.

The old monk's breathing was extremely weak. If Yi Lin hadn't entered into the "transparent" touch, he might have ignored the weak breathing.

As the saying goes, when in town, do as the Romans do.

Yi Lin is a polite demon.

In front of the old monk, there is a futon.

The futon was stained with dust.

I don’t know how many years it has been, but no one has visited it.

He walked up to the old monk and didn't mind. He knelt down on the futon covered with thick dust and clasped his hands calmly.

"Taiyi of the demon clan has met Zen Master Tianxin."

Click click click.

The old monk, who was as motionless as a corpse, suddenly moved after hearing this.

When he moved, his whole body made the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

The movement seemed to be in slow motion, bit by bit, as if this little movement had exhausted all his strength.

Even so, the old monk finally completed the action of putting his hands together.

This scene is like an ancient corpse that has been sitting for thousands of years... coming to life.

"Amitabha," the old Zen Master Tianxin opened his eyes, his eyes as clear as a mirror: "It turns out it's you, Donor Lin."