Ten miles of green mountains are far away, and the tide is flat and the road is covered with sand.

The bright white dewdrops pressed down the slender grass leaves and hung on them to stagger. As strange footsteps stepped past the side one after another, it finally landed on the ground and melted into the sand.

Anyang and Xiaochan walked along the two or three meters wide dirt official road, preparing to go to the legendary Yungu Temple.

Maybe it was because Xiaochan's legs were too short. It was not a long way, so they walked for a long time.

But neither of them meant to be impatient.

These roads are too narrow and wide, luxury RVs are naturally inaccessible. Off-road vehicles are fine and have excellent performance. However, in this world where gods and Buddhas are not clear, Anyang really dares to drive off-road vehicles on the side of the road.

So the best way to transport is to walk.

I met many people along the way, all walking in the same direction as them. I think they were also believers of Yungu Temple.

These people carried packages of all sizes, with a faint smell of inferior incense and candles. The eyes of looking at the distant valley were extremely pious, but when they came to their senses and looked at the others on the roadside, they were deeply alert.

Another believer took a fancy to Xiaochan and said that he would give Anyang fifty copper coins and buy Xiaochan back as a maid.

Well, fifty copper plates.

Anyang knew deeply that these people went to Yungu Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha just to seek peace in troubled times. They might be pious in front of the Buddha statue and make wishes to be effective, but after leaving the temple, they would throw away the abbot's words to them to be good and continue to live for their own selfish desires.

Including them coming to burn incense and worship Buddha, they are just to find an excuse for their selfishness, or to allow Bodhisattvas to satisfy their selfishness and their greed.

Xiuchan Mountain was said to have not been called Xiuchan Mountain before, but was named after these monks moved here. This mountain is actually a continuous mountain peak, steep and towering. There is a valley surrounded by clouds and mist due to the humid climate all year round. The temple built in this valley is called Yungu Temple.

When Anyang and Xiaochan approached Yungu Temple step by step, it was ten o'clock in the morning and the incense was full of energy.

The ragged incense crowds shuttled through the temple, lit the thin yellow fragrance, and bowed in front of the huge cauldron in the temple dam before carefully inserting the fragrance.

Everyone lives in poverty in this troubled times. People who are dressed slightly better will pinch a copper plate. With a jingle, they throw the copper plate mixed with rust and sweat into the merit box, allowing it to make a crisp echo in the empty box, as if they had made a great contribution to the Buddha. They clasped their hands together with peace of mind and began to make their golden wishes.

Those who are more tortured often bring some food, either a little rice or flour, a few sweet potatoes grown at home, and some even bring some oil to the candlelight in the temple.

A "high monk" sat cross-legged at the door of the inner courtyard, turning a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. His face was calm, muttering in a low voice, occasionally glanced at the passing pilgrims.

But suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and his eyes were tightly locked in the two figures that had just walked into the yard.

To be precise, he was watching Xiaochan.

Xiaochan obviously felt his gaze, and she felt that she was so hot that he was watching. Out of the shadow of the monk in her heart, she couldn't help but shrink to Anyang.

Anyang rubbed her head to calm her heart down, and then he walked towards this monk who was a little wise.

This monk has not yet surpassed the mortals, but has only been practicing Taoism for decades. He may be considered a master in the world of Shenzhou, but Anyang obviously has higher expectations for this world.

It was then that the monk began to observe him.

The young man is dressed simply now, not as gorgeous and bright as the little girl with a charming charm, but it can also be clearly distinguished from the civilians around him. Moreover, there is no numbness and panic about the civilians coming to seek peace in troubled times on his face, but he has always been calm and composed.

Until the young man stood in front of him, he squatted down and looked at himself with a smile: "Master, can you have a private talk with your abbot for a moment?"

The monk's eyes were as bright as torch. On the one hand, his heart was palpitations and his pressure brought to him from close range, and on the other hand, he sensed the demonic aura of the little girl more clearly. He lowered his eyebrows and pretended not to hear Anyang's words. He quickly pinched the Buddhist beads in his hand and murmured and recited Sanskrit scriptures.

Suddenly, he put his hands on his knees, and his eyes flashed with golden light, sweeping over Anyang and Xiaochan.

The believers who were still burning incense in the yard were shocked when they saw this scene. Someone immediately possessed himself and lay on the ground, shouting at the master and the like, as if they had seen a miracle.

"Ha! A bold monster, dare to run to my Buddhist sect to play wild!" Many believers only heard the monk shouting loudly and grabbed the little girl with one hand.

"Monster...Monster..." Someone was shocked.

The devoted believers who just now did not hesitate and did not care whether the master could win or not, so they turned around and rushed out.

"Bang!"

The monk's hand seemed to touch a transparent barrier, and he couldn't make any progress. He was so anxious that the veins on the face of the monk who was still calm just now burst out, and he kept pressing forward with one hand with his claws.

On the other hand, the little girl opposite him was comparing one hand to a strange gesture, and she opened her eyes wide and kept retreating.

The monk took the opportunity to approach and almost flew forward: "The demon quickly surrender, I am merciful. If you have never committed the murderous crime, you will have a chance to convert devoutly!"

Then with a muffled bang, he fell to the ground.

The people who had not had time to run out of the temple were stunned.

The monk was lying on the bluestone slab, his face and the relief of the slab were squeezed hard, and the young man's hand was pressed on his back.

The young man still smiled gently: "Master, which Tathagata taught you to attack people as soon as you meet?"

"Hmm?" The monk was a little surprised, "Who are you?"

"You don't have to worry about who I am. I just want to ask you, I came to visit Yungu Temple with kindness, but you attacked my maid as soon as you came. How do you say this?"

"Are you a Taoist sect?"

"..." An Yang pressed his hand hard, and his body immediately underwent extremely pressure and challenged the hardness of the bluestone slab.

"Since you are not a mortal, you naturally know that your maid is a fox, why do you want to take her with you?" The monk said a stern word in a strange posture, "Even if you bring a little maid to the world, you shouldn't take her to the Buddhist territories. My Buddhist sect has always taken it as his responsibility to subdue and save the evil in the world..."

"Nonsense!" Anyang added a little more power to his hands, "If a demon is born with evil, how can he save him? You should save the person who creates life and save the person who creates the world! If a demon is not born with evil, how can you be sure that my maid is a vicious? You will attack her as soon as you start?"

"The donor's words are wrong. It is obvious to all that demons do evil in this troubled world..."

Before the monk could finish his words, he saw another yelling shout from the inner courtyard.

"Who is the monster who is causing trouble in my Yungu Temple and even hurt my junior guard!" The voice was already deafening, and was accompanied by a lion seal falling from the sky.

An Yang frowned and slapped his palm upwards. His magic power surged out directly, blocking the golden lion seal.

boom!

An explosion-like sound rang out in the air.

With a soft sound, a big-eared monk wearing a gray monk's robe landed in the courtyard and stared at Anyang: "Why did the donor bring the monster to my Yungu Temple to cause trouble?"

"I originally came here to chat with the abbot of Yungu Temple, but I didn't expect that the monk who was guarding you would attack my maid as soon as you came up. How could I bear it?" An Yang also looked at the monk with a slightly growing Taoist stance and said.

"My junior is reckless by nature and has the worst foundation in practicing Zen. He deliberately asked him to guard the inner courtyard. Unexpectedly, he offended the donor. Huiyuan gave the donor a compensation here." The monk named Huiyuan clasped his tenth and recited Amitabha Buddha to him, "But there is a difference between humans and demons. Unless he converts to my Buddha, demons are indeed not suitable to enter the important place of my Buddhist temple. Please forgive me."

"Not welcome? Then I'll leave!"

"Then I can only send my donor respectfully. I'll have to let the donor go for a waste. Since I was not destined to do so, the monk would not apologize. I also ask the donor to let go of my junior brother, and I am very grateful!"

"Haha!" An Yang sneered twice, knowing that the monk was concerned about his cultivation. If he had not had this cultivation, he would have been beaten and thrown out by these two monks long ago. Xiaochan, the fairy, didn't know what kind of treatment he would be treated.

So he let go of the monk who was pressed under him, but when he turned around, hundreds of tiny purple and red light flashed through the air like plankton.

“…”

A dazzling light flashed on the earth. When the light dissipated, the outer courtyard had become unrecognizable, and there were potholes destroyed by purple-red tassels everywhere.

Anyang then turned around and said, "Let's go!"

Monk Huiyuan and the monk guarding the door lowered their heads and folded their hands together, chanting Amitabha Buddha, but did not dare to come forward to seek justice.

They knew they couldn't beat...

When they walked out of the outer courtyard, many pilgrims with a look of shock gathered at the entrance of the temple. When they saw them coming out, they were so frightened that they could not imagine it and kept retreating in the opposite direction.

Anyang ignored them and walked straight down the mountain.

Xiaochan lowered her head silently, as if she felt that she had caused trouble, and she almost drooped her ears.

Walking down the mountain and out of this misty valley, Anyang looked up at the sky and identified the direction: "It seems that we can only go to that mountain now!"

"Yeah." Xiaochan's voice was like a mosquito.

The mountain that said there were immortals was much farther than the Xiuchan Mountain. Anyang didn't want to walk over slowly, so he picked up Xiaochan's collar and flew there. He didn't fall until he flew to the foot of the mountain to slowly walk up the mountain. At the same time, he found out the situation of the mountain, so as not to make it look like Yungu Temple.

There is a small village at the foot of the mountain, which looks a bit isolated from the world. From a distance, you can see smoke rising into the sky long and curved. They slowly walked over.

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