My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

Luo Hong never forgot his main purpose of coming to Wangchuan Temple.

Although there were many accidents along the way, the bell was ringing, and a secret realm appeared, Luo Hong still insisted on his original goal unwaveringly.

He came to see his seventh uncle, that is, the crazy Luo Qiye. In Luo Hong's view, Luo Qiye may contain some secrets, otherwise, there is no need for King Zhenbei to kill the crazy Luo Qiye. Send it to Wangchuan Temple.

Lonely, helpless, and no one to take care of him, no one would know if Luo Qiye was tortured or something in Wangchuan Temple.

All these aspects gave Luo Hong a reason for wanting to meet Luo Qiye.

Besides, Wangchuan Temple is here, since they are on the way, why don't we see it?

On the half-shattered Martial Arts Field, the golden rain was still falling, but gradually the vision had begun to subside and gradually disappeared.

Master Farrow fell silent after hearing Luo Hong's inquiry and request.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

After a long time, Master Farrow sighed: "It's okay to be emotional and reasonable."

"However, benefactor Luo, the seal of benefactor Luo Xiaobei has always been in charge of the Buddha head, but now that the head of the Buddha...is sealed, it may not be that simple if benefactor Luo wants to meet benefactor Luo Xiaobei .”

Master Farrow said.

His words made Luo Hong raise his eyebrows involuntarily.

There was a bit of playfulness and sneer on his face, and he wanted to make trouble again?

"On weekdays, I seldom go to the place where the Buddhist well is located. Even if I go, I won't see Luo Xiaobei's benefactor."

"If Master Luo really wants to see you, the poor monk will take Master Luo to the Buddhist well."

Master Farrow clasped his palms together and said seriously.

"Master Farrow, lead the way."

Luo Hong said lightly.

It turns out that the matter of Luo Qiye's seal has always been controlled by the Buddha head. Now Luo Hong doesn't have any good feelings for this Buddha head. This Buddha head is an old scam, and it is very likely that it has connections with the Great Xia Dynasty. .

thus,

Luo Qiye might not be very comfortable staying in Wangchuan Temple.

Thinking of this, Luo Hong's eyes could not help but condense, he turned and waved towards the foot of Wuliang Mountain.

under.

Blind Yuan, Zhao Xinghe and Situ Wei climbed to the top of the mountain one after another under Luo Hong's call.

The Ksitigarbha Secret Realm was closed, and the Buddha's head was suppressed. Although Wangchuan Temple activated a blockade to prevent most first-grade masters from entering the temple, these three people were all related to Luo Hong, so the Buddhist monks of Wangchuan Temple never stopped them.

"Master Faro, now he is going deep into Wangchuan Temple. I am worried that Wangchuan Temple will kill you. It shouldn't be a problem to bring three guardians."

Luo Hongdao.

Now that the master is gone, there will be a fight later, so I have to find a good helper.

When Master Faro heard this, his monk's robes fluttered, and he smiled wryly: "Yes."

The name of Wangchuan Temple was ruined by the Buddha's head.

Blind Yuan, Zhao Xinghe and Situ Wei, three first-rank masters, followed behind Luo Hong.

Master Farrow leads the way.

Underneath, many first-rank masters were ready to move, and Wangchuan Temple's 8,000-year Buddhist fortune was broken by the master's punch. For the world's martial arts, this is a big event.

Wangchuan Temple may be seriously injured, and many practitioners want to check the truth.

However, Wangchuan Temple is no longer hidden. One after another, the eminent monks beat the scouts who harbored evil intentions into serious injuries, and re-protected the majesty of Wangchuan Temple.

And the news that Master Farrow took Luo Hong to meet Luo Qiye spread quickly.

The eyes of many strong men in the Great Xia Dynasty flickered.

...

Wangchuan Temple is a thousand-year-old temple. There are dozens of Buddhist temples inside, and one after another small peaks are intersected with each other. Wuliang Mountain is very large and has many peaks. Many hidden peaks and ancient temples.

The location of the previous confrontation was on the main peak, but the hidden mountain behind it was not so grand and magnificent.

However, there are still many ancient temples hidden in the dense forest looming.

After walking for a while, we came to an older temple.

The vermilion walls are covered with frost moss, and the green plants grow crookedly and wantonly, making the ancient temple shrouded in lush greenery.

"Fojing is a taboo place in Wangchuan Temple..."

Before arriving at this ancient temple, Master Faro finally stopped, looked at Luo Hong, and said.

"What is a forbidden place?"

Luo Hong stared and asked.

"You can understand the Buddha well as a cage, because it actually means the same thing as the imprisonment of the cage, but in the Buddha well, you can always get the influence of the Buddha's accumulation, and your mind can be peaceful..."

"When Luo Xiaobei's benefactor sent him to Wangchuan Temple, his will was disordered, he was extremely insane, and the energy in his meridians flowed backwards and disordered. Many eminent monks judged that Luo Xiaobei's benefactor is really crazy."

"Originally, Luo Xiaobei's benefactor did not enter the Buddhist well, but later he destroyed the wing room and injured several guardian monks...then he was placed in the Buddhist well by the Buddha's head."

Master Farrow said.

Hearing this, Luo Hong couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He had guessed whether Uncle Qi was fake madness, but now it seems that he may be really crazy.

Because it's okay to hide from ordinary people by pretending to be crazy, but it's very difficult to hide from powerful monks who practice Buddhism.

"Wangchuan Temple is not counted as the main hall. There are eighty-one ancient temples and eighty-one Buddhist wells. The Buddhist wells are gathered in the Buddhist well hall and guarded by three old monks."

"And these three old monks... are extremely powerful and unfathomable. It is unknown how strong they are."

"Maybe it's the first rank, maybe... it's a land fairyland that surpasses the first rank, it's all possible."

Master Farrow said to Luo Hong.

As soon as this word came out.

The expressions of Yuan Xiazi and others behind Luo Hong changed slightly.

Three old monks from the land fairyland?

The background of this Wangchuan Temple... is indeed terrifying. It is worthy of being an ancient temple that has existed for thousands of years, and it can be called a holy place in the world alongside the Kunlun Palace.

Although the head of the Buddha was sealed by the master, even though the eight thousand years of Buddha luck were broken.

However, the background is still terrible.

Not to mention, Yuanshang, Fa Luo and other first-rank monks who condensed the fruit of Bodhisattva.

Wangchuan Temple has existed for such a long time, perhaps there must be a lot of monks born in the land fairyland, and there are many hidden ones.

Luo Hong leaned on the Ksitigarbha sword and looked at Master Faro, what did he mean by that?

warning?

Having experienced the matter of the Buddha's head, Luo Hong no longer has much trust in Wangchuan Temple.

Master Farrow looked at Luo Hong's vigilant eyes, clasped his palms together, and sighed, he was so tired, he was just a kind reminder.

"Luo benefactor, this is the limit for me to bring the benefactor here."

"Usually, if you want to enter the Buddhist well, if there is an order from the head of the Buddha, the three seniors will obey the order, but now, the head of the Buddha is sealed by the master, and no one in Wangchuan Temple can invite the three old monks unless you are sure The next Buddha head, and the Buddha head has not fallen, so it is impossible for the next Buddha head to appear."

Master Farrow said.

He looked at Luo Hong with a little apology: "If benefactor Luo wants to enter the Buddhist well, seeing benefactor Luo Xiaobei may require the approval of the three seniors."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became a little bit cold.

Master Faro is also helpless, the rules in the temple are like this, besides, the rules are not set by him.

"I, Luo Hong, come to Wangchuan Temple to see my seventh uncle. Will I still have to go through ninety-nine and eighty-one kalpas?"

Luo Hong sneered.

He rubbed his chest, there, the human skin book was emitting warmth, and Luo Hong had never had time to take a look at the large wave of crimes against the target that had been collected in the hidden realm of the earth.

Now, Luo Hong couldn't wait to find a place where no one was around after solving Luo Qiye's matter, and carefully calculate the sinful harvest this time.

However, the monks of Wangchuan Temple played it out again and again.

Luo Hong also became a little angry from embarrassment.

"At the beginning, King Zhenbei brought my Qibo here to calm the mania caused by Qibo's madness by taking advantage of the cleanliness of Wangchuan Temple... As a result, you put him in the Buddhist well like a prison. , My Luo family came to see Uncle Qi, but we still have to go through many barriers."

"What's the meaning?"

Luo Hongdao.

Master Farrow sighed, what could he say?

Wangchuan Temple has no reason, Luo Qiye originally lived in the side courtyard of Wangchuan Temple, but one day, Luo Qiye went crazy, demolished the side courtyard, and even injured several monks, the head of the Buddha ordered, Seal it in the Buddhist well...

Thinking about it now, it seems that there are many tricks in it.

Although Luo Qiye was insane, he entered Wangchuan Temple and was influenced by Buddhist thoughts. In a pure place, he was always accompanied by the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns.

Master Faro felt that maybe since then, the Buddha head and the Xia family joined hands.

Luo Hong didn't say anything more, raised his hand, and pressed it on the dilapidated stone gate of the ancient temple.

rumbling...

The stone door was pushed open, accompanied by the sound of creaking and rattling of chains.

A strong energy suddenly burst out.

Blind Yuan, Zhao Xinghe, and Situ Wei all took a step in front of Luo Hong with their faces frozen.

The aura of the three first-rank masters engulfed the real dragon-like coercion of heaven and earth. It seemed that a dragon roared and descended from the sky, colliding with the aura and coercion erupting from the Buddha Well Hall.

boom!

The three of them were actually oppressed by this imposing coercion, and kept retreating.

Every time the three of them took a step back, they would step on the ground with footprints half a finger deep.

They raised their heads in shock, but they found that although the clothes on Luo Hong's body were rattling, his face was calm and unmoved amidst this aura.

Luo Hong resisted the pressure even the three of them could not bear.

Son...is he still human?

But Luo Hong leaned on the Ksitigarbha sword and pushed open the door, feeling the terrifying coercion, but his expression did not change much.

Although this coercion is strong, it is nothing compared to the coercion that seems to be facing an entire huge world when sitting cross-legged on the black lotus platform.

The tip of the Ksitigarbha sword rubbed against the ground, and he stepped into the Buddha Well Hall.

As soon as you enter the Fojing Hall, you will see a huge atrium as wide as a square, surrounded by luxuriant old trees that stand up from the sky, covering a shadow.

And on that land, there are eighty-one ancient wells, the mouth of each ancient well is as big as the roof of a house, and each one is covered with manhole covers made of heavy refined iron.

Luo Hong glanced at the Buddhist well, his gaze moved sideways, and he landed on the three old monks sitting cross-legged in the altar covered with frost moss and traces of time.

The bodies of the three old monks were covered with thick dust, as if they hadn't moved for decades, they merged with the altar and turned into Buddha statues.

And that terrifying coercion of heaven and earth was released from the bodies of the three old monks.

There are chains one after another, along the Buddhist wells one after another, connecting the old monks in the three Buddhist niches.

Suddenly, an old monk with dusty eyebrows shook off the dust of the years, opened his eyes full of vicissitudes, and looked at Luo Hong.

The other two old monks also opened their eyes in the altar and looked at Luo Hong.

The pressure between heaven and earth suddenly became huge, like three true Buddhas overlooking Luo Hong.

"Xia Luohong, the grandson of King Zhenbei, if he wants to see Qiboluo Xiaobei, please make it easier for the three monks."

Luo Hong looked at the three old monks and said.

He couldn't see through the strength of the three old monks, but it could be inferred that these three old monks... were definitely very strong.

Words linger among the ancient temples full of time.

There was no response, and the three old monks all opened their cloudy eyes and looked at Luo Hong.

They stared blankly.

After a long time, an old monk whose face was shriveled like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree laughed.

"Carrying the 8,000-year Buddha fortune of Wangchuan Temple..."

"The relationship between the donor and the Buddha is both a blessing and a sin."

The old monk said.

Luo Hong held the Dizang sword in his hand, dressed in white, let out a breath, and said slowly: "I know, the senior will open the Buddha well only after the order of the Buddha's head, let me see Uncle Qi?"

"However, the Buddha's head was sealed under the ten thousand Buddha bell that was smashed and condensed again by my teacher and master, and sealed for a period of sixty years. There should be no chance to issue orders..."

The old monk laughed, how could he fail to hear the meaning behind Luo Hong's words, Luo Hong is using his master to oppress him.

"There are rules in the world, it is better than a master, and you must abide by the rules..."

"Otherwise, the order of the world will collapse, there will be a lot of evil spirits, and people will die..."

The old monk said.

"Therefore, the rules must be followed. Since the benefactor has no order from the Buddha's head, if he wants to meet the sinners under the Buddha's well, he should follow the rules."

Words fell.

The old monk sitting cross-legged in the altar stretched out his hand and pushed it forward slowly.

Before Luo Hong could react, he felt that his mind was shaking, and he was being pulled into a mysterious world.

And outside Fojing Temple.

Blind Yuan tilted his head with a stern expression.

Zhao Xinghe and Situ Wei also frowned, a little uneasy.

It was very dangerous for Luo Hong to face the three old monks from Wangchuan Temple alone. The strength of those three old monks was unfathomable. If he showed any malicious intentions, Luo Hong would definitely suffer.

Master Farrow clasped his palms together.

"Amitabha, don't worry, the three benefactors. Now the Lord Luo carries the Buddha's luck of Wangchuan Temple for 8,000 years. The seniors will not kill the Lord Luo."

As soon as these words came out, the three felt relieved.

"However, at this moment, benefactor Luo has entered the spiritual realm arranged by the senior... If benefactor Luo wants to meet benefactor Luo Xiaobei, he must break the trap set by the senior."

"This is the rule of Wangchuan Temple."

Master Farrow said.

Spiritual rivalry?

The hearts of Yuan Xiazi and three people who had just fallen down suddenly lifted up again.

Spiritual confrontation is the deadliest, Luo Hong is only a fourth-rank monk, how can he compete with the will of this old monk who has cultivated for hundreds of years?

Isn't this bullying?

But at this moment, Luo Hong felt that everything in the world was changing.

When he opened his eyes, he found a huge square appeared in front of him. On the square, there seemed to be one after another Buddha's light, interlaced horizontally and vertically, forming a huge chessboard.

On the opposite side of the chessboard, the old monk sitting cross-legged in the altar sat on the ground.

Luo Hong turned his face slightly, and he could see a chess box beside him, which was full of round black chess pieces.

"Amitabha."

"The rules of Wangchuan Temple, if the benefactor wants to see the person from Fojing, he must break the chess game. This chess is not a game of chess, but only the mind of Zen."

"Even if it is the Heavenly Man Linchen behind the Tianmen, it is the same."

"Even if the master comes in person, we need to break the situation first."

The old monk in the altar said lightly.

"If you fail to break the game, you may be haunted by demons, you will be unhappy, and you will have no ambitions for half your life. If you don't always accompany the ancient Buddha with the blue lamp, you will have trouble sleeping and eating. Donor, please think twice before acting."

Luo Hong nodded, indicating that he knew.

He sat cross-legged, and when he sat down, he entered the game, and naturally he had no regrets when he entered the game.

He stretched out his hand and picked up a sunspot in the chess box.

Quick battle, he is still in a hurry to finish the matter here, find a place where there is no one to see the sinful harvest, watch the sinful harvest as soon as possible, Luo Hong is afraid that if it is too late, the sin will disappear unconsciously.

The old monk in the niche was speechless when he saw that Luo Hong sat down without hesitation...

Although the spiritual game has little effect on the cultivation base, the improvement of the spiritual level is actually inextricably linked to the cultivation base.

This young son of Zhenbei Wangfu is really a little overbearing.

I'm afraid I'll regret it later if I get mentally damaged.

All young people are like this, they don't suffer a little frustration, and they don't know awe at all.

If you break the game, you also need to enter the game.

To enter the game, you need to fight your heart and fight Zen.

"Benefactor, if the game is not completed, can I retreat? Do you want to retreat?"

The old monk in the altar looked at Luo Hong and asked again. He planned to give Luo Hong another chance, otherwise once the spiritual chess game was formed, he would not be able to retreat.

Luo Hong shook his head and closed his eyes.

Immediately, a burning Buddha lamp floated beside him, and the Buddha's light shone down from it, making Luo Hong feel at peace.

On Luo Hong's body, the Buddha's light also began to surge, faintly wanting to form a colorful glow on the back of his head, forming a real Buddha plate.

Maybe it's because I feel that a Buddha lamp may not be enough.

Luo Hong's heart moved, the second, third, fourth...

Five Buddha lamps in a row floated leisurely, like five round moon disks, hanging around his body.

"I'm ready, come on."

Luo Hong said solemnly.

Old monk: "..."

Looking at the Buddha lamp floating around Luo Hong, and the multicolored rays of light and the faint Buddha plate...

This half-body divine attire really blinded him.

"Amitabha... then, let's begin."

The old monk said.

After the words fell, the old monk's fingers withered like thousand-year-old bark picked up a Hunyuan white chess piece, and the chess piece fell.

On the wide chessboard square in front of him, black and white chess pieces suddenly appeared.

It's like two black and white dragons fighting each other on the chessboard.

And the black chess piece that Luo Hong was holding suddenly weighed more than ten million catties, and a strong thought poured in from the chessboard, followed the chess piece, and rushed into his spiritual will.

In the Niwan Palace, the phantom of the evil god watched with great interest, as if watching a play.

The old monk in the altar felt something, and raised his head, as if there was a huge monster overlooking the chessboard, his heart trembled.

At this moment, the picture in front of Luo Hong was driven by spiritual thoughts to change.

It seems to be an illusion, but it is not an illusion.

In a split second.

Luo Hong discovered that he appeared holding a scimitar dripping with blood, standing in front of a bandit camp under the bleak moonlight.

The surrounding corpses were piled up, and the thick blood almost covered the whole world.

"Please, don't kill us..."

In front of Luo Hong, a group of children knelt down, screaming and crying.

Arouse pity.

Luo Hong was in a daze, he understood that this was the choice given to him by this game of chess.

To draw a knife, or not to draw a knife.

Luo Hong's eyes were a little dazed, and the child's shrill and pitiful cries made Luo Hong feel pity in his heart, and wanted to withdraw the knife.

But when he was about to withdraw the knife, five Buddha lamps appeared around him, making his mind clear.

Luo Hong frowned, looking at the weeping and sad children, and under the illumination of the Buddha lamp, he could vaguely see the twisted and incomparable hatred flashing on the faces of these children.

Letting out a breath slowly, Luo Hongqiang made a sound... and drew his sword.

Pooh!

The crying of the children stopped, and the world was clean.

And Luo Hong murmured, "I am an officially certified villain."

at the same time.

In the Niwan Palace, the evil god phantom raised his hands to cover his face, "This stupid little Luo...you deserve to be called a big villain?!"

"These children are extremely resentful towards you, their concepts have long been distorted, and there is no distinction between good and evil. If you are a big evil person, you shouldn't kill them, you should keep them and train them well. They hate you, and you can use their hands to do all kinds of bad things !"

"This is the correct way to open it! Stupid Ronaldinho!"

"It's a shame to wait for evil cultivators!"

The old monk in the altar was a little surprised, but he found that Luo Hong's eyes were clear, and his chess piece fell on the old monk's eyes.

Did you choose to draw the knife?

Actually this game.

Drawing the sword is Zen.

People in the world often choose to withdraw their knives, because they only see the pity in front of them, but they never thought that if these children who grew up in bandit villages and are used to killing people would already feel resentful, they would release many bandits again, and they would be released in the future. He will grow up to become a current-day thug, murder and set fire, and even take revenge a hundred times, a thousand times more ruthlessly.

Killing these children and not giving them mercy is tantamount to giving mercy to the people of the world.

Luo Hong's eyes were clear, and the sunspots fell on the chessboard.

He looked at the old monk calmly.

Although the old monk looked at Luo Hong's pupils without mercy, the Buddha's light shining all over Luo Hong was full of compassion.

Luo Hongdao: "Is the game broken?"

Old monk: "It's broken, but the poor monk wants to ask, didn't the donor ever soften his heart?"

Luo Hongdao: "If crying is useful, what's the point of bleeding?"

The old monk folded his palms together: "It is worthy of being the person who has carried the Buddha's luck for eight thousand years in Wangchuan Temple. You can see your nature clearly, and you can enlighten Buddha with one thought..."

Luo Hong: "?"

Something seems wrong.

"Benefactor, the poor monk understands."

"What do you understand?"

"What the benefactor thinks the poor monk understands, that's what it is..."

Luo Hong: "..."

Luo Hong was too lazy to talk, and asked: "Then can I see Uncle Qi?"

The old monk in the altar raised his head and looked at the phantom that disappeared above the chessboard, which made him feel terrified.

Put your palms together and nod your head.

"Can."

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