The old monk's words were close to Sanskrit. Not to mention that Xiao Hua was not here, even if Xiao Hua was here, he would definitely not be able to hear it clearly.

After the old monk kowtowed, he walked out of the hall tremblingly and came into a small house. The cottage was very simple, with only a few old wooden cabinets. The old monk groped out of the wooden cabinet, and after opening it, there were more than a dozen grids inside. Most of the dozen grids were empty, with only a few black beads the size of thumb among the bottom grids. The old monk stretched out his shriveled fingers, took out a black bead, and slowly placed it beside his mouth. But after hesitating for a moment, he put it back on the grid. His turbid eyes seemed to be staring at some place in the air, and hesitated for a moment and picked up the bead again... After so many rounds and turns, the old monk finally put the bead back into the grid, and whispered in a low voice: "Namo Maitreya Buddha, I beg the Buddha to forgive me!"

As he said that, he covered the wooden box, put it back into the wooden cabinet, and slowly walked out of the cottage.

Xiao Hua naturally didn't know that Tantric Buddhism has always reproductive and thrived on the snowy mountain. Their living environment was the most bitter and cold. For the sake of the reproduction of Buddhist children and the continuous Buddhist teachings, of course, it was impossible to taboo meat and marriage. Xiao Hua had to refine the Buddhist teachings of the Buddhist sect to achieve the Buddha's fruit in the future. It seemed that he could only be ordained as a monk to truly learn the true meaning of the Buddhist sect. In this way, this Tantric Buddhism is suitable. Besides, the "Bay Leaf Linglong Sutra" was originally the practice of the Buddhist sect practiced in the future, and the Xiao Linglong Temple was also waiting for Xiao Hua on this snowy mountain for tens of thousands of years. Everything seemed to be natural!

However, Xiao Hua, who was flying in the air, was so slow, and he couldn't help but think in his heart: "Oh, Xiao... just came to ask for a way! Really, just asking for directions and no other thoughts, why did he encounter such a strange thing!"

Although Xiao Hua had already used divination techniques and other methods to convince himself, he thought about whether he would become a monk ordination soon and be a future Buddha master, which was more powerful than Guanyin Bodhisattva, and he was muttering again.

"What little Linglong Temple... has been built for thousands of years. Just to wait for Xiao? Ten thousand years ago... Xiao himself doesn't know where Xiao was! Oh, since the Buddha Sect predecessor who had known Xiao ten thousand years ago already knew Xiao, then... does the Buddha Lord now know Xiao?"

"Besides, although Xiao has been driven out of the wall by the Yulei Sect, he is a real Taoist disciple after all, so he will be slandered again. What's the point? Even Han Zhu from that time was not really slandered as a monk, right?"

These mixed thoughts and thoughts had already arisen before, but now I can't help but think carefully again, because the idea of ​​running away in Xiao Hua's heart became more and more vigorous. If he hadn't been soft-hearted, if he hadn't seen the old monk's piety, he would have fled in a panic. The key is that Xiao Hua didn't want to hurt the old monk's heart, nor did he want to let down the efforts and expectations of the many generations of the abbots of Xiaolinglong Temple for thousands of years.

Xiao Hua really wants to run away! The temptation of Xiao Linglong Temple is too great, not only Buddhist scriptures, but also Buddhist secret techniques. There are so many relics. If Xiao Hua had these things, the Buddhist sect's cultivation would definitely skyrocket. However, although Xiao Hua was greedy for cheapness, he was still reluctant to turn his heart to such an extent with the help of others for thousands of years, and used his false thoughts to deceive the future Buddha.

"Let's go? Or don't leave?" Xiao Hua was still swaying until he flew over the Tangchi. Whether to leave or not is a difficult problem, which made him really difficult to make decisions.

The Tangchi in front of me was several feet in size. It was on the side of the cliff between Xiaolinglong Temple and the foot of the mountain. The steam above the Tangchi melted all the snowflakes that had fallen into the Tangchi into water threads. The water thread slowly fell down and melted into the rolling water surface, and disappeared in a moment. The water in the Tangchi was blue, and boiling crystals were boiling. There were a lot of spiritual herbs growing near the Tangchi, swaying under the steam of the Tangchi. No matter how far away from the Tangchi, there were dozens of feet above the Tangchi, there were snow piled up several feet deep. The white snow and the blue of the Tangchi complemented each other and looked very pleasing to the eye, just like a brilliant green bead embedded in white jade.

"It's wonderful!" Xiao Hua was so upset that he saw such a refreshing scenery, he stroked his hands and said without hesitation, and then he saw that it was a soup spring. He really had the urge to bathe.

"Let's go and wash it~ Maybe my mind can be quiet." Xiao Hua fell down, standing on the edge of Tang Chi and shook his head, as if he wanted to shake off the depression in his heart.

"Roar..." At this moment, a tiger roar suddenly appeared on the distant mountain road, and then another aura wind blew, causing Xiao Hua to frown. When he looked up, he saw that in the foothills of several feet, a white tiger with eyes of several feet rushed over with snow. Wherever the four hooves passed, huge plum blossoms fell on the snow.

"Hmph..." Seeing that it was an ordinary white tiger, she had never become a spirit, how could Xiao Hua be afraid? He did not release any pressure and Buddhist consciousness, and just stood there and looked coldly.

Unexpectedly, the white tiger rushed over very fiercely. The fierce and majestic tiger eyes swept over Xiao Hua, stared for only a moment, then shook his head and tail and walked to the other side of the Tangchi, opened the bloody mouth, swallowed several spiritual herbs growing on the side of the Tangchi, and then wiped his big mouth with his claws, rolled a few times on the side of the Tangchi like a cat, stuck out his tongue and licked dozens of drops of condensed water from the Tangchi on the nearby spiritual herbs, and then... he actually roared at Xiao Hua a few more times, happily exploring a rhythmic pace, and quickly walked!

Xiao Hua, who was standing by the pond, was a little stupid. In his eyes, these beasts... which one was not vicious? Which one did not pounce on him when he saw a person? Which one did not want to eat the essence and blood of a monk? The white tiger in front of him... Could it be that he has changed his nature? He can't eat meat anymore? He doesn't want to drink blood anymore?

"Pully Bliss! Pure Bliss!!" Suddenly, Xiao Hua became a little enlightened again, "There is no sorrow, no worries, and no worries in the Pure Land! Although there may not be such an extreme bliss under the Buddha's Sect, beasts do not eat people and people do not eat meat, so I am afraid that it can do one or two things? If the Buddha's Sect really has such a powerful power, what can Xiao even be ordained?"

Xiao Hua heard a lot of slander about the Buddhist sect in Xiaoyu Continent and the Tibetan Immortal Continent. He also saw the Confucian cultivator's disdain for the Buddhist sect, and even saw Han Zhu's cunning and hypocrisy of nature. He had already had prejudice against the Buddhist sect. Now, when he first saw the piety of the old monk and the obedience of the White Tiger, he felt confused in his heart, and even had the idea of ​​the stones of other mountains to polish jade. But at the critical moment... he still had a knot in his heart. What he wanted was the practice method of the Buddhist sect, not the way for the Buddhist sect to practice. But if he did not, he would not get the Buddhist scriptures and secret techniques of Xiaolinglong Temple. Of course, Xiao Hua could also obtain Buddhist scriptures and secret techniques from other places, but wasn't the Buddhist scriptures and secret techniques of the Xiaolinglong Temple waiting for him for thousands of years? How can he not make Xiao Hua confused?

Xiao Hua, who was struggling in his mind, removed his clothes and fell into the Tangchi with a "splash". The water temperature in the Tangchi was just right, and the depth of the Tangchi was just right. Xiao Hua, who poked his head out of the Tangchi, breathed a long sigh, and a kind of comfort that came from the surface of the body slowly penetrated into his internal organs! With this comfort, Xiao Hua's soul was about to fly out, squinted his eyes and looked at the misty air, and Xiao Hua's mind was blank!

The blank space was only a moment. Suddenly, Xiao Hua's body shook, and his slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened. A light green light emerged from the middle of his eyebrows, instantly spreading throughout his body. Then he rushed into the pond and threw himself into the stone wall of the snow-capped mountain. Xiao Hua's eyes were opened and a kind of clear clearness was like a stream of water in a mirror, which poured Xiao Hua's heart through his heart. Not only did Xiao Hua's eyes seem to tear off a layer of veil, but even his heart seemed to tear off all the filth, and his heart was much brighter.

"This...what is going on?" Xiao Hua was shocked. "Xiao's Taoist master has not been stable. Could it be the influence of Chengying?"

"Xiao Hua, Xiao Hua..." In a while of confusion, a subtle sound actually sounded in his mind. The sound was filled with joy, and even a hint of trembling, which made Xiao Hua feel heart tremble.

"Who?" Xiao Hua was stunned. If it were Xiao Huang and Xiao Hei, they would not call him, and they would only talk to him in their minds after entering the space.

"Xiaobai?" Xiao Hua even woke up after a while. After all, Xiaobai had hardly ever taken the initiative to communicate with him. This is the first time today.

Almost without thinking, Xiao Hua hurriedly rushed his mind to the mysterious clouds. The mysterious clouds at this time were different from before. The current heavenly land deeds are not only deeply engraved on the surface of the mysterious clouds, but the green surrounding the power of the sky is much thicker. Especially, there are a lot of golden threads mixed with these greens. The golden threads are occasionally flowing in the green, flashing with the greenness, just like breathing. In addition, the lightning light between the heavenly land deeds is also much thicker, and the broken threads are even connected into pieces, one by one, one by one, or one rich or thin, but each broken thread seems to have infinite power. Xiao Hua had tried the powerful aura of the prehistoric world among these broken threads last time, but now the broken threads are so complete, so how dare Xiao Hua try?
Chapter completed!