The green hills passing by slowly began to change color. The yellowed and barren hills are undulating and full of desolation as far as the eye can see.
Lingshan is located in Shazhou, Yantuo Kingdom. With Yangliu's current cultivation level, it took several days to wield the sword all the way.
As the speed of the flying sword slowed down, the small scenery and people on the ground gradually became clearer. Yantuo Kingdom has a large population and is known as the Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas on the sandbanks of the Western Region. Even in the scorching desert, the land here is extremely fertile.
Even though it is winter, there is still no snow on the ground, and there are even many green wheat seedlings growing near the lake.
At the end of the large field stands a very high mountain peak, the peak is covered with white snow, and the majestic atmosphere is mixed with human fireworks.
At the foot of the mountain, a straight passage connects the capital of Yan Tuo Kingdom, spanning the entire field. At the end of the other side is a temple built against the mountain.
At this time, the road was full of carriages, there were many simple shacks, and there were even people sitting on the ground.
Yang Liu looked at the crowd around her curiously. She had been practicing in Dao Sect all year round and had almost forgotten about the bustling life at the foot of the mountain.
"Lingyin Temple does not hide from the world. These people come here to seek medical treatment or make wishes." Shen Yu put his hands behind his back and moved forward slowly.
After hearing this, Yang Liu showed a hint of admiration in his eyes, and praised: "It is indeed a Buddhist holy land, but it is much more kind-hearted than those in Kunlun." Shen Yu did not speak, and walked straight forward without making any stop.
Three thousand years ago, someone said the same thing, and then Shen Yu killed all ten thousand Buddhas with one sword, causing Lingyin Temple to escape the world for thousands of years.
The world always likes to follow the trend. If some people say that Buddha is good, then countless people will agree. Little did they know that the three generations of Kunlun masters all fell in a battle with the demon clan, while the Buddhist sect was eking out an ignoble existence.
This is also one of the reasons why Shen Yu killed all ten thousand Buddhas. It's just that three thousand years ago, what Lingyin Temple once did has been lost in the long river of time, and no one can remember it anymore.
Half an hour later. The two came to the woods in front of Lingyin Temple. The spirit fox fell from Yangliu's arms, jumped for joy, then arched his back and roared several times toward the temple.
This spiritual beast that Shen Yu and Yu Wenwen worked together to save can now almost compete with ordinary Dongzhen realm practitioners.
Shen Yu casually stretched out his hand to pinch its neck, and then put it on his shoulder. The little guy immediately lowered his eyebrows and did not dare to have any temper.
Yang Liu covered her mouth and snickered behind her. One thing brings down another thing. The spiritual beast that no one dared to mess with in Feilai Peak was no different from a cat at the moment.
Yang Liu raised his head and looked at the majestic eaves of the Huangsi Temple in front of him. He subconsciously felt a little solemn in his heart and asked: "Brother, do you want to make an announcement?" Shen Yu said lightly: "I don't come to see the Buddha, but Fo Yi comes to see me. "Yang Liu doesn't understand.
"Amitabha, Donor Shen has unrivaled wisdom. Sometimes, the young monk is thinking that if you enter our Lingyin Temple, there will definitely be a different scene." A call from the Buddha came, and a monk wearing moon-white robes appeared at the door of the temple in the distance. , a young monk with a handsome face.
Yangliu didn't recognize him. But Shen Yu knew Nanhe City and Wanliu City and had seen them more than once. Zen disciples of this generation in Lingyin Temple.
Huike. The genius behind the Lingyin Temple walking incident. At this moment, Hui Ke couldn't help but be a little surprised when he looked at the man in front of him who had a thin face, but whose aura had dissipated, and who seemed to be annihilated in the world at any time.
As early as a year ago, he returned to Lingyin Temple to practice cultivation, and he didn't know anything about Fuyao Mountain.
"Donor Shen, why are you...looking like this?" Hui Ke couldn't think of anyone who could cause Shen Yu to be so seriously injured, not even Li Yi from Qingdi City.
Shen Yu shook his head slightly without explaining. Huike looked at the willow tree next to her and found that the woman had a delicate face and was dressed in green cedar like a water hibiscus. She was very beautiful.
He met Yu Wenwen, another genius of Daozong. That woman liked white clothes and was as cold as ice. Although the one in front of me seems to have a weaker aura, he is also extremely powerful.
After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't remember anyone in Dao Sect who was similar to the woman in front of me. However, Huike often walked outside after all, so he asked directly: "Who is the donor...?"
"Yangliu." Hui Ke bowed, then turned to look at Shen Yu and asked, "I wonder why you two came to my small temple?" Shen Yu said, "Meeting a person." Monk Hui Ke was stunned when he heard this. Daozong and The relationship between Lingyin Temple and Lingyin Temple is not good. If Shen Yu knows someone, it may be him.
Thinking of this, Huike narrowed his eyes and said, "Donor Shen is here to see the young monk..." Shen Yu shook his head and said, "I'm looking for the monk Ku." Huike was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time.
Monk Ku may not sound strange to outsiders, but Monk Huike is a Zen disciple of this generation, and he knows almost all the secrets of Lingyin Temple.
The most senior elder in the temple is now practicing hard in the depths of Lingshan Mountain, and few people know of his existence.
Wanting to see him, Huike subconsciously looked behind him. At the highest point in the temple, he could vaguely see a tall figure.
Boom! A grand bell rang. Huike's expression changed slightly, and then he stretched out his hand towards Shen Yu and the others.
Passing through several halls of the former temple, we walked through an incomplete stone forest. Yang Liu saw stumps and broken arms of Buddha statues all over the ground. Every fracture was neat and smooth, as if it had been cut straight off by some kind of sharp weapon.
The little girl couldn't help but be a little frightened. She heard that this was the famous Stone Forest of Ten Thousand Buddhas in Lingyin Temple, but she didn't expect it to be so incomplete and damaged.
Who in the entire world has the ability to cut off ten thousand Buddhas? Yang Liu asked in a low voice: "Why are all these ten thousand Buddhas beheaded?" Huike shook his head and sighed: "Fairy Yang, the young monk was born in the temple since he was a child. He also asked the elders in the temple and even the presiding officer, but no one knew the reason. ." He looked at the crippled Buddha slowly and said in confusion: "No one knows how these ten thousand Buddhas collapsed. The books in the door are not known to people in other holy places. It seems that this period of history is incomplete... "Yang Liu's eyes widened, full of confusion.
Lingyin Temple is one of the top three extraordinary holy places in the world. If anyone could destroy ten thousand Buddhas, it would be something that would shock the entire world.
But no one has ever recorded such a major event. Yang Liu subconsciously looked at Shen Yu in front of her. For some reason, she felt that Senior Brother Shen must know.
Just like when he was on Xiaozhu Peak, he seemed to be aware of some shortcomings in his practice.
"Senior brother, do you know?" the woman asked softly. Shen Yu stopped and glanced around.
Since the rain three thousand years ago, a certain period of history seemed to have been erased. Shen Yu already had some guesses in his mind after talking to Kunlun Liu Shou in the academy.
Now after seeing this forest of broken Buddhas, Shen Yu confirmed something. However, these things have nothing to do with Yangliu or Huike.
Therefore, Shen Yu just replied lightly: "I don't know." Yang Liu was a little disappointed. , Hui Ke was a little confused, but not too sure. The guy in front of him was a guy who had to give three points of courtesy even to the three realms.
He is also the number one among the younger generation of Daozong. If the names of the top three people on the Lingyun List were not hidden by a secret, Huike even thought that Shen Yu must be one of the three.
But Huike subconsciously thought that even Shen Yu could not know about the forest of ten thousand Buddhas in the temple.
Shen Yu was not looking. He moved forward and said, "Let's go." After walking for a long time, he came to the deepest part of Lingyin Temple, on the mountainside near the majestic snow-capped mountains. The place was lonely and not a single bird song could be heard.
I only saw a Buddhist temple near the cliff. The entire building is made of black rocks and looks a bit bitter.
Huike sent the two of them to the front of the hall and did not go in. At Lingyin Temple, the abbot once said that no disciple is allowed to enter the Buddhist hall without permission.
Shen Yu nodded towards him, then stepped onto the steps with his hands behind his back and walked in. The hall is extremely simple, with a few futons and nothing else.
Sitting on the futon in the center is an old monk with white hair and beard. It was the bitter monk he was looking for. This old monk who can even be said to be of the highest rank in Lingyin Temple now opened his eyes slightly and asked, "Why are you two looking for me?" Shen Yu looked at the old monk and thought about what Su Mo had told him. Something happened, and he said calmly: "I am Daozong Shen Yu. The emperor of the Tang Dynasty should call you uncle." Monk Ku suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the thin man in front of him in disbelief.
This level of identity was known to only him and the emperor in the whole world, but Shen Yu was just a person in the realm of fugue, and looking at his body, it seemed that he was trapped in some kind of cause and effect.
How could such a person know such a secret, or did the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty tell it deliberately?
The bitter monk asked indifferently: "I don't know what the donor meant. If nothing happens, please come back." His tone was full of murderous intent, and the entire temple suddenly filled with the sound of Buddha's voice.
Yangliu's realm was slightly lower, and he quickly used his spiritual energy to resist the sound. The Divine Ascension Realm was still a level away from the upper three realms. Even if she had practiced at Feilai Peak for a long time and received guidance from Su Mo, she would not be able to resist this powerful force for long.
Just when Yangliu couldn't hold on anymore, a gentle breath flowed into his body.
"Senior brother..." Yang Liu's cheeks were slightly red. It turned out that Shen Yu reached out and held his right hand. Shen Yu looked calm and said calmly: "In your Li family, one is the king of the most powerful country in the world, and the other is the highest-ranking elder in Buddhism. Back then, all the things that man promised to your ancestors have been fulfilled." After the words fell, Monk Ku's face was full of horror, his breath was stagnant, and he said in a trembling voice: "Who are you? You...how do you know the secret of my Li family?" Shen Yu said calmly: "You don't need to know, two things, one I want to meditate here, and the other thing is that I want to open the secret realm of Lingshan." Monk Bitter shook his head and said: "Impossible, I don't care who you are, the secret realm of Lingshan, unless the four chiefs are present, there is no way to preside over it. The method is opened." At this moment, Monk Ku seemed to have forgotten that he was a practitioner of the upper three realms, and also that the other party was just a fugue realm.
A few words from this man gave him an unfathomable feeling. It seemed that if he took action, he would be killed with a sword.
He only had this feeling when he went to Chang'an City to interrogate his crimes and met the dean of the academy. That time, his seventy years of hard meditation was broken by a sleeve, and his cultivation level fell. Three years ago, he barely managed to return to the upper three realms.
Therefore, the bitter monk did not dare to gamble.
