Shuntian Mansion, the mottled walls of ancient temples exuded the breath of time, the stone slabs were stained with moss, deep and lonely, and a kind of Zen spirit spreads through the temple.

The sound of the distant and awakening bell rang, Lin Qingsheng, who was standing in the temple, couldn't help but feel refreshed, as if he wanted to let go of everything and leave the world.

But the next moment, he realized that something seemed wrong just now.

"That bell just now?" Lin Qingsheng asked. He instinctively seemed to have something wrong with the bell.

Daoyi, wearing a thick Taoist robe, shook his head gently: "If ordinary people hear this bell too much, they will have the idea of ​​becoming a monk."

"Why do you need this?" Lin Qingsheng frowned and said. The distant bell sound is really evil. Why did the national master leave such a bell in the temple?

Is it to make the world a disciple of the empty sect?

However, in the temple, there were not many disciples, only a few young monks who had served the national master.

"In order to...suppress the murderous intent in the heart of the national master."

Daoyi explained slowly: "The national teacher is very killing. If it is not suppressed, it is a very troublesome thing, so he always accompanied the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha and used the formation to suppress his killing."

"Why is the national teacher so bold and murderous?" Lin Qingsheng frowned.

Daoyi explained: "Some people are born different from ordinary people. The ancient saying goes, "There is a sign of killing, and there are thousands of killing precepts. This is how the national teacher is born with his destiny and is born with different things."

"So many people from ancient times have been considered powerful people from ancient times. They were born with visions. If they entered the world of cultivation, they would soon become the masters, and this is true for the national teacher."

Lin Qingsheng understood a little this time. This is a god-given killing appearance and a representative of supreme qualifications. However, this kind of innate thing itself has great disadvantages.

Lin Qingsheng also understood why the black shadow prime minister was called the most bloodthirsty monk back then.

"Is it a blessing or a disaster for nature?"

Lin Qingsheng murmured to himself, but Daoyi, who was standing beside him, was not saying anything. He just closed his eyes and waited.

I don’t know how long it took, but the bells rang again in the ancient temple. This time the bells seemed to be more rapid than the previous bells.

Lin Qingsheng looked at the bronze bell on the hills from afar, and saw that no one was ringing the bronze bell, but the bronze bell rang by itself.

"This is?"

The tall Daoyi slowly opened his eyes and turned around and looked behind him.

"The national teacher is back!"

………

On the bluestone slab, the young monk turned the rosary in his hand, chanting the scriptures in his mouth, and walked step by step from the bluestone slab covered with moss into the temple.

If there was no murderous aura as sharp as the cold wind, then the monk really seemed to have a Taoist true cultivation.

In the other hand of the young monk, he was dragging a huge figure into the temple.

"Amitabha!"

Yao Guangxiao, who walked into the temple, let go of the hand holding the loud sound. With a heavy sound of landing, Yao Guangxiao said a Buddhist name, and the Buddhist beads in his hand turned faster.
Chapter completed!