This feeling is very wonderful.

Anyang felt that he was walking underground, and he felt that he was flying above the clouds. Sometimes his body surface seemed to be wrapped in water, and the slight sense of weightlessness that occasionally came from even gave him the illusion that he was breaking away from gravity.

Suddenly, he seemed to have bumped into something.

"Boom..."

The impact was transmitted to him in the first moment, and then the sensation of stagnation as if rushing into the quagmire and the turbulent airspace.

That kind of sluggishness is not slow, but like a kind of discomfort caused by all-round physical failure. The bumps are not shaking, but people shaking up and down hundreds of meters in the air, challenging the limit of people's collapse.

Anyang finally knew why Bai Long had specifically reminded him, because even with his current strength, he might not be able to withstand this kind of turmoil. If he was an ordinary person, his body might not be able to use it for a second, and he would explode due to various pressures!

Fortunately, Bailong didn't lie to you, and this feeling was only a moment, just rush out of the formation.

I don’t know how long he had been flying, but after the situation just now, he had no idea of ​​time. He just felt that the speed of movement was gradually slowing down, and he finally got down to earth.

Before I could experience the peace of mind brought by this stability, a salty and wet wind with a faint fishy smell blew towards me, blowing his hair and clothes, making him particularly cool. At the same time, a rumbling sound of waves sounded in my ears, gradually becoming clear from blur, and his five senses seemed to be gradually recovering.

The white light faded away. He opened his eyes and found himself standing by the cliff. In front of him was the vast sea. If he took a step forward, he would miss the air and then fall into the sea.

The sea water gradually changes from far to near is a process of gradually changing from deep blue to light blue. The shallows near the shore appear cool fruit green. The sea water is waving layers of waves by the wind, slapping the cliffs over and over again, splashing white foam-like waves. This process has been repeated for many years.

But unlike the softness of the distance, it is very powerful when viewed close. The waves slammed towards the cliff with a tremendous force, quickly and fiercely, making loud noises like shell explosions!

"The power of the sea..."

Anyang breathed the air with sea smell and stared at the cliff wall that might be ten meters high under his feet. The water foam brought by the waves could even splash on him, and then stared silently.

The ability brought by the level 6 demon body is amazing. Although he dared not challenge any existence that could kill him, his little discomfort in his body quickly recovered as before. In a blink of an eye, he began to examine the coast, and then took out the Sky-Survey Pan to check.

There is a rough map of the mortal world on it. I wonder if the person found in the heavenly realm is capable of showing the map of the heavenly realm.

Just from the perspective of the mortal world, the four continents are almost all of the mortal world, and in addition to this, there are many overseas islands. Although some islands can be compared with the real world Americas, compared with the other four continents, they can only be called overseas islands.

He knew the four continents. He was still in Dongsheng Shenzhou, but he was already on the other side of the opposite side of the White Dragons.

Anyang stayed for a while and strictly implemented the idea that Taoist Taoist said that he could not stay in one place for too long. He immediately condensed white clouds and flew over the sky.

Among the three red dots, the closest one is in the southern continent called Dahuangshan.

This place does not have much mythological color. The reason why it is called Dahuang Mountain is entirely because it is full of barren mountains, which are continuous into a large area, making it difficult to enter even if it is marching and fighting.

Anyang follows the direction pointed by the arrow, and the white dot where it is located is slowly approaching the red dot. But this is not a map with humanized functions. When two small dots of different colors almost completely overlap, there are at least hundreds of miles of errors, so you need to rely on the arrow to find them slowly.

The white clouds silently crossed the mountains, and suddenly, the arrow pointing in front of the sky plate turned around.

Anyang immediately braked suddenly and looked back.

I saw a mountain hundreds of meters high standing at his feet. There was a temple on the mountain with no incense, but it seemed that it was cooking, and a vertical smoke of cooking smoke came out of the chimney.

Anyang tried to fly back again, and just as he flew over the temple, the arrow turned again.

"It seems that it's here!"

It is beyond his imagination that the precision of the Peeping Pan can reach such a level. When the target lacks effective positioning equipment, it can actually find the target so accurately. Such technology has already defeated modern positioning technology in seconds.

Anyang put away his eyes on the sky plate and flew quietly.

He first landed at the foot of the mountain, and then walked up the wet narrow steps covered with moss, like a pilgrim, step by step to the entrance of the temple.

This temple is not dilapidated, but it has obviously been many years of history. This can be seen from the gradually weathered door posts and the smoothly polished stone slabs in front of the door. The two majestic stone lions in front of the door have accumulated a layer of dust. It was not the dust that fell on it later, but the weathering itself, so the monks dared not wipe it.

There are often many monks in troubled times. First, they can make a living, second, they can avoid disasters, and third, they can escape the government's forced conscription, so there are also many monks in this temple.

Anyang stepped into the temple gate, looked around and walked towards the main hall of the temple.

Next to it was a thin old monk wearing a gray monk's robe who swept the dust on the ground with a large broom tied with spotted bamboos. There seemed to be nothing else on the ground except dust. On the bluestone flower platform inside the door was a haggard monk sitting, holding a scripture and shaking his head.

There is a pear tree growing in the flower bed. It is now summer and it is full of fruits, but it is not fully ripe.

The little monk would look up after reciting the scriptures for a while, and stood up and waved his hand to drive away the flying birds.

There was even an old yellow dog tied in the corner...

Anyang approached step by step, and the old monk raised his head and looked at him, his eyes began to become turbid. The little monk was unaware of it, but the old yellow dog opened his eyes and glanced at him.

It was not until he approached that the little monk noticed him. He jumped up in surprise, then quickly folded his hands together, as if he was a little upset, and said, "Was the donor here to burn incense and worship Buddha or to draw lots to fulfill his vow?"

Anyang Xiaoxiao did not answer, and he folded his hands together and bowed to him, saying, "The little master himself can't even eat, but he also raises a yellow dog. This shows his compassion. Since that's the case, why should he drive away the sparrows that came to find food?"

"Ah?" the little monk was stunned and stammered after a moment, "The old yellow dog is sick and weak. Without our care, he will starve to death. The birds are lively and raucous. Even if we drive it away, it will find food elsewhere. This world is a chaotic world for people, but not for them."

"How do you know that there are not many diseases among the birds? Maybe these birds come to you because they can't catch insects to eat them. As a result, they didn't eat the pears. Instead, they were startled by you waving your sleeves and shouting loudly. They even went for nothing and wasted a lot of energy."

"This..." The little monk couldn't say anything about him.

Anyang then showed some smiles.

This is by no means a debate about Buddhism, but just a purely verbal dispute that can be said better than anyone else. He asked the question with preparation, and the little monk responded hastily. It was quite good to be able to say to him in such a well-founded way. As for stuttering, it was normal. Most people in this era do not have enough conditions to make themselves very energetic since childhood.

"I'm here to find someone." Anyang bowed to the little monk again, "Boil incense by the way."

"Okay!" The little monk was a little happy because most of the incense burners would donate some money for incense and oil. Seeing that this man was dressed simply but clean and tidy, without patches, he should have a good family background. If he was not good, he always wanted to buy two incense sticks, he seemed not to bring incense and candles.

It has been a long time since no one has offered in the temple money for incense and oil.

Then the little monk immediately blamed himself for his thoughts of being full of money. He quickly lowered his head and recited Namo Amitabha, and then guided him: "Please, donor."

Anyang followed him to worship Buddha first. He did not believe in Buddhism or believe in Buddhism, and there was no psychological obstacle to worship Buddha. Then, under the surprised and ecstatic eyes of the little monk, he took out a ingot of white silver and put it into the merit box. This temple seemed to have never thought that since its completion, someone would give so much money, which almost could not be put into the merit box.

This even alarmed the abbot and elders of the temple, and a large number of people came out to receive them because of his ingot of silver.

But the abbot's cultivation was very good. Although his face was flushed, he did not have too many **. He just folded his hands in front of him and bowed deeply: "Namo Amitabha, I am really ashamed. The donor gave such generously, but the small temple could not even get a decent vegetarian meal, which really made the little monk uneasy."

"Master, please be polite." Anyang said sincerely.

Then he mentioned that he wanted to visit the temple, but the abbot naturally would not refuse. However, what should have been accompanied by ordinary monks, has now been changed to being accompanied by him.

The two of them walked while chatting. According to the old monk, the temple once had a glorious history, but now it is dilapidated, so it still maintains a considerable scale. The old monk also introduced and explained to him while walking, just like a professional tour guide. It took them more than an hour to complete the temple.

There are dozens of monks in the temple who cannot support any of them with money for indulgence and oil, so they opened up wastelands to plant themselves. However, in recent years, the winds and rains are not smooth, droughts, floods, insects and insects are changing in ways that make people live a bad life. At most, they just don’t starve to death, but their lives are not good.

After walking around, I basically finished shopping.

But Anyang's heart was a little heavy.

In this temple, he did not find any monk who was different from ordinary people. This did not mean that he had magic power, but that he had a simple calm heart and calm temperament.

Even if the Buddha of Fighting and Warping is determined to live in seclusion, there is no need to deliberately pretend that he can't hide his joy even if he sees a ingot of silver, right?

He realized a possibility that made people feel heavy inside.

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