It was already night, and Yi Tianxing walked into Taoist temple. The three words Taiping Temple were shiny on his head, and the plaques were old and looked quite old.

Walking casually in the Taoist temple, no one came to disturb him. Yi Tianxing frowned slightly, but did not dare to release his spiritual sense to explore. Although he knew that Ma Sheng, the old monk in Meiling, had already known that he had arrived, he would rather be careful.

Walking along the stone corridor to a wing room next to him, he pushed the door open and found... dead people all over the place!

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Wrong, Yi Tianxing let out a sigh of relief and clapped his head.

"It will scare yourself to death."

There were no dead people in the wing room. The Taoist boys who were lying quietly on the bed, just fell asleep. Everyone's breathing was very shallow and light, and there was no big ups and downs in their chests. Yi Tianxing was a little nervous, so he mistakenly regarded as dead people at the first time.

Although it was already night, it was not very late. There was a strange thing in Taiping Temple that there was no sound or a little light, and there was only quiet and darkness.

And the people who fell asleep in this quiet night.

The atmosphere is very strange.

I went to several more wing rooms, but it was still the same as the one in front of me. Everyone was sleeping, and no one woke up because of Yi Tianxing's arrival. Yi Tianxing frowned slightly, walked to the bed, and pushed a Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest smacked his mouth twice, as if he was tasting something delicious, but he still didn't wake up. The hair on his head and the corner of his pillow fell down.

Yi Tianxing's pupils shrank slightly. The Taoist's hair was fake. He was actually a bald head and had ring spots on it.

There are a lot of sleeping fake Taoist priests and real monks in Taiping Temple.

This Meiling is indeed a bit fun.

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Walking behind the Taoist temple, there were all weeds and rocks all the way, which was quite dilapidated. I pushed the grass and walked slowly under the tree, under the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree.

"Can we talk?"

Yi Tianxing stood under the tall ginkgo tree, looked up with his head raised, and his head almost fell back, and he could barely find the small hole in the trunk.

He said it very politely, but it was inexplicable.

The battle between Meiling was about to break out, but he ran to the other person's big tree to chat about family matters.

This is a craziness, this is a fool, this is a head full of thatch… “Come on.”

The mysterious monk Ma Sheng in the small hole in the tree trunk was even more crazier and actually agreed to him.

Yi Tianxing is not really stupid. Although he doesn't know how much the other party knows about him, since someone calls him, he still honestly uses his hands and feet, and his posture is ugly and twists his butt and crawls onto the ginkgo tree.

Climbing trees has never existed in Yi Tianxing's life experience. When he was a child, other friends might have the fun of climbing trees, but he has been climbing garbage mountains.

However, this did not hinder his movements from being extremely nimble. After all, his body may be the most powerful "mortal" in the world.

When he climbed halfway up the ginkgo tree, he suddenly felt something faintly on his spiritual platform. He couldn't help but smile and looked up and asked, "Can you only sit here?"

Monk Ma Sheng in the ginkgo tree cave said, "Yes." The voice of the old demon monk who had lived for hundreds of years was somewhat similar to that of Chen Shuping, and it seemed very emotional.

Yi Tianxing's fingers were inserted into the trunk of ginkgo tree like tofu, his body was hanging on the trunk, his hand was holding a cool breeze and looked up, exclaiming: "This thousand-year-old ginkgo must be a variant, how could it be so thick?" Then he turned his head slightly and asked for instructions: "The blood is huge, can I sit higher and listen to your teachings?"

Monk Ma Sheng is a great figure in the blood clan... But he must have never heard of this title in his past few hundred years of subcultivation, so he remained silent.

"Climb a few more steps?" Yi Tianxing made a move and wanted to get on.

The old monk in the ginkgo tree cave is still silent.

Silence does not always represent acknowledgement, but Yi Tianxing understands that silence at this time represents opposition.

He frowned, patted the trunk of the tree, and floated lightly to a thick branch next to him and sat down gently.

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Regarding the dispute over the position where they are sitting, the previous step or a step back has a deep meaning. When the two are closer, Yi Tianxing's brute force is better played. When the distance is farther, the old monk Meiling should be more happy.

So the seat of the two of them sitting during the conversation was exactly about fifty meters, which happened to be a place where both sides felt barely safe.

Yi Tianxing has already made sufficient preparations and is always ready to obscure the five consciousnesses.

Yi Tianxing still felt that this thousand-year-old ginkgo tree is a bit strange, not like a plant that can grow on the earth, and the ginkgo trees I saw in books in previous years were not as strong as pigs.

"Why are people in Taiping Temple sleeping?"

Yi Tianxing sat on the trunk, rubbing his buttocks with rough bark, putting his legs under his buttocks, forming a scattered lotus seat, leaning back slightly, and lying half on the branches.

The old monk in the tree hole at the very high place spoke: "Since you are coming, these children should sleep well... I believe you will not attack the sleeping people."

Yi Tianxing asked with a smile: "Didn't you want to kill us?"

A burst of extremely contemptuous laughter came from the high tree cave, and the sound continued.

Yi Tianxing smiled slightly, but was not angry, and asked himself, "What do you call you?"

"Ma Sheng."

"You are the elder of the blood clan, why did you become a monk?"

All these questions are nonsense, but Yi Tianxing had to abandon it. At this time, Chen Sanxing, Liang Siniu and Mo Ka were intercepting Prince Job. In a vague sense, the Prince Job was stronger than he had imagined. I wonder if the three could stop him.

Of course, he could not give the old monk Meiling a chance to help. The only thing he could do was to hold the other person verbally.

The shaking breath of Daoyuan came from the foot of the mountain.

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"There is still a lot of time to recall, so don't rush to this moment."

At a high place, the slightly slightly rotten glow of the ginkgo tree's hole was faintly filled with an indescribable luster. A pure Buddhist aura oozed out of the cave, like water squirting stones, like clouds passing through the sky, slowly revealing the ginkgo tree in the most natural way of traveling, and looking at the moment, I was about to go down the mountain.

Yi Tianxing gently bit his lower lip with his teeth.

He made a move with his right hand, and a golden light flashed on the trunk of the ginkgo tree, and a golden stick with a dense material appeared in his hand.

There is a very terrifying power hidden on the golden stick.

He stared at the cave with a slight brim.

The old monk Meiling must have not expected that Yi Tianxing's hand would have such a fierce weapon.

Yi Tianxing did not show off his skills, this is a gesture.

"Amitabha."

The old monk in the tree caverns quickly retracted the pure Buddhist aura into the cave.

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The two reached a tacit understanding in an instant, and no one was sure to kill the other party with one blow, so they simply looked at the battle situation at the foot of the mountain to see which side the Buddha finger relics would fall into.

"You took the relics and lured me to Meiling, why don't you try to kill me?"

Yi Tianxingmi looked at the tree with a cold light flashing in her eyes.

The old monk Meiling's voice was a little hoarse, which made people feel a little chilling: "If it were only you, maybe you and I had already contacted at this time, but there was someone else hiding it and the distinguished guest didn't show up, I would take action. Wouldn't it be rude?"

Yi Tianxing was speechless. He had not discovered Chen Shuping's whereabouts, but the old monk found out. It seemed that the other party's use of spiritual consciousness was indeed not of the same level as him.

"I have dispersed the Buddha nature of the heavens, and I will part with you." He raised his head and looked at the tree hole with firm eyes. Unfortunately, he couldn't see the appearance of Monk Ma Sheng in the tree hole.

There was a silence in the tree hole.

A long time later.

"I can't promise you."

"Why?" Yi Tianxing's eyes became even colder. He often dreamed from the first day of the Lunar New Year in two years. In the dream, countless unknown beings were common, hidden behind the golden Buddha light and shouting, asking himself to find the Buddha. However, now there is no treasure statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva - Manjushri's Buddha nature has been attached to Ye Xiang's body, and those unknown beings are the arhats of heaven who were seized by the monk on the tree and left their memory.

The Arhats were too miserable to be annihilated and imprisoned... Yi Tianxing didn't tell others, but was always disturbed by this dream. He was annoyed by the guys on this ginkgo tree.

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"I need all the Arhats and Buddha nature to protect their bodies in order to stay in the world and protect the water and soil."

The old monk in the tree hole whispered.

Yi Tianxing spat and said, "You are not a fucking savior, you will die early and be reincarnated early!" He suddenly thought of something and sneered and scolded, "I remember, you are an old vampire, and it is not easy to die."

The old monk Meiling smiled and said, "Who doesn't want to become stronger in this world?" He continued, "What is Buddha? Buddha is great freedom, how can I act on great freedom? I understand it with my strength and wisdom, protect the Dharma with my strength and wisdom, and understand the Dharma with my wisdom. Only in this way can I travel around the six realms and pass through tribulations and overcome dust. If I want to become a Buddha, I have to..."

Yi Tianxing practiced Buddhism thoroughly and did not need to listen to an old vampire teaching himself. He shook his head and asked, "You are a blood clan, you should avoid the world, why should you fight with us humans? You have been hiding in Meiling for hundreds of years, so why should you take the risk of robbing the Buddha's fingers?"

"This is a temptation." The voice of the old monk in Meiling came out of the tree hole. "Humans are a temptation to the blood clan, fame and fortune are a temptation to humans, and strength is a temptation to the strong. My existence is a temptation to your pitiful sense of justice, and the existence of Buddha's finger is a temptation to my thoughts... Someone used Buddha's finger relics to tempt me to snatch it, and then used this matter to tempt you to go to Meiling to be enemies with me... Hahahaha."

The old monk's sinister laughter repeatedly in Taiping Temple: "A long time ago, I had a good friend who used his physical body to become a Buddha to tempt me to absorb the Buddha nature of the heavens. Now I am trapped in it and cannot extricate myself. Fortunately, the wisdom contained in a Buddha's finger is enough for me to understand many things. At that time, I will get out of this Fanzhu..."

Yi Tianxing coldly interrupted him: "If you leave this place, you will surely become a public enemy of mankind. If you stay in Meiling, you can also maintain your status as a respected and respected Buddhist sect."

"So what?" The old monk from Meiling smiled and said, "Good and evil are just masks. As long as there are good results, I don't care what kind of mask I wear."

Yi Tianxing closed his eyes a little, and then said, "The first precept of the Secret Party is to escape from the world. Do you want to become the public enemy of the blood clan?"
To be continued...