dude is so righteous

After all, the news that Luo Hong had killed the third rank of Xuanbang on Luoshen Lake had already spread.

There was nothing Kuyue could do, Luo Hong also had a headache, he thought about it, and took Kuyue to look for Li Xiuyuan.

Under the peach tree.

The peach petals are flying one after another.

Li Xiuyuan was reading the book of sages, and Luo Xiaoxiao didn't know where to play.

Anyway, Luo Hong didn't see it, Li Xiuyuan put down the sage book in his hand, saw Luo Hong and Kuyue, with a gentle smile on his face.

"what happened?"

If there is nothing to go to the Three Treasures Hall, Luo Hong should not come to him even if there is nothing to do.

Luo Hong rubbed his hands together, smiled, and said, "Senior brother... I have encountered a problem."

Li Xiuyuan lay on his side under the peach blossom tree, his slender eyes looked at Luo Hong and Kuyue lightly.

"You want to go to Wangchuan Temple?"

"But I was afraid that I would be assassinated on the way out of Anping County before arriving at Wangchuan Temple."

Li Xiuyuan said.

He seemed to have figured out why Luo Hong came to find him.

Luo Hong was startled, as expected of a senior brother who could compete with the old eunuch sent by Emperor Xia.

Li Xiuyuan smiled softly: "It's not a problem, don't you know thaumaturgy and teleportation?"

Luo Hong was taken aback, he didn't expect Li Xiuyuan to mention this.

Don't insult other spells, is that a Taoist spell? It's a sorcery, okay? !

Luo Hong complained in his heart, but there was a smile on his face.

"Senior brother, I was joking. With my magic power and the range of my technique, it is difficult to reach Wangchuan Temple that far away."

Luo Hongdao.

"It's okay, brother can help you."

Li Xiuyuan said.

The words fall.

Li Xiuyuan raised his hand, and pinched two slender fingers in the void.

Suddenly, a piece of withered peach blossom petals fell into his hands.

With the other hand, put two fingers upright, put the two fingers together, and make a virtual stroke in the air.

Afterwards, there seemed to be a mysterious power condensed into the peach petals.

"Here, junior brother, take this peach blossom well."

Li Xiuyuan said.

"Hold this piece of peach blossom and combine it with my little brother's technique to extend the distance, but... it only has the power to go back and forth. Once the power is exhausted, the petals of the peach blossom will naturally shatter."

"Junior brother should cherish it."

Li Xiuyuan laughed.

Luo Hong took the peach blossom, but felt that the petals of the peach blossom were as heavy as a mountain, as if there was a deep-like power gathered in the peach blossom.

"You really should go to Wangchuan Temple." Li Xiuyuan said seriously.

"Brother, do you know what's in Wangchuan Temple?" Luo Hong looked at Li Xiuyuan, but Li Xiuyuan shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Luo Hong held the peach blossom, raised his hand, and made a slow move.

hum...

The petals of the peach blossoms are flying, blowing the white monk's robes of the bitter moon.

Then, Kuyue was surprised to find that there was a black shadow squirming in his shadow, and with the squirming, Di Shanxieying's head popped out, and then shrank back again.

Kuyue raised one palm and bowed slightly.

Afterwards, he left the academy in great strides and entered Daping halfway up the mountain.

An old monk was waiting for Kuyue, took the lotus under the feet of Kuyue, and flew away in the sky.

Under the peach tree.

Luo Hong also sat cross-legged, holding the peach blossom in his hand, he could actually feel the vast power in the peach blossom, continuously pouring in, making the connection between Luo Hong and Di Shan Xieying extremely clear.

Even though Di Shanxieying got farther and farther away from him, this clear connection was still uninterrupted.

One thousand miles, two thousand miles, three thousand miles...

Finally, Luo Hong looked at Li Xiuyuan with a faint smile on his face.

"Brother, I'm going."

Luo Hongdao.

Li Xiuyuan nodded gently: "Go."

The words fall.

Luo Hong's spiritual power surged, and he consumed a lot of mental power in an instant, and suddenly cast his shape-changing shadow.

sizzle.

Luo Hong only felt an incomparably powerful dragging force erupt, and the next moment, everything in the world appeared in front of his eyes, with colorful streamers surging...

Under the peach tree.

Li Xiuyuan squinted his eyes and stared at Luo Hong's figure, but saw that Luo Hong's figure blurred for a while, and in just a moment, it turned into Di Shanxieying who was scratching his head in a daze.

"It involves the power of time and space... If the junior brother's technique is practiced to the extreme, who in the world can kill him?"

Li Xiuyuan said with emotion, and continued to read the sage books.

……

Wangchuan Temple.

Surrounded by mountains, it seems that several mountains have been hollowed out, and then many temple groups have been dug and built. There are also many giant Buddhas accompanying the mountain with solemn treasures, which occupy a huge area, but are rigorous and orderly.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a lotus petals in full bloom, and a group of Buddhas are entrenched on each blooming lotus, reciting Buddhist scriptures, without giving people a sense of looseness.

Extremely majestic and beautiful.

Luo Hong and Di Shanxieying switched positions, and when they appeared on the slowly falling lotus platform, they were dazzled by the temples below.

Bitter Moon was slightly surprised when Luo Hong appeared.

However, because he already knew that Luo Hong would change form, his heart was still calm.

And the old monk beside him who was in charge of escorting Kuyue's rank-[-] cultivation was startled and stared at Luo Hong.

The sudden appearance of Luo Hong, even a first-rank him, was taken aback.

"Luo Hong?"

The first-rank old monk stared at Luo Hong and said.

"Uncle Yuanshang, it was Kuyue who invited Master Luo to Wangchuan Temple..."

"Besides, this is also the meaning of Abbot Buddha's head."

Kuyue raised her palms up, on the lotus platform, bowed slightly, and said.

The old monk was wearing a cassock with a complicated look on his face.

"good."

After that, he didn't say anything more, controlled the lotus platform, and quickly fell towards the Wangchuan Temple below.

The lotus platform fell and landed in front of the mountain gate of Wangchuan Temple. There was smoke and dust everywhere, and the old trees swayed.

Behind the Shanmen archway is an endless stone ladder, covered with moss, full of traces of time.

Master Yuan Shang brought Ku Yue and Luo Hong down.

"Lord benefactor, please."

Master Yuanshang, as a first-rank eminent monk, bowed a step, turned slightly towards Luo Hong with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

Luo Hong nodded and bowed slightly.

Landing on this quiet stone ladder, Luo Hong felt a sense of simplicity, which was the vicissitudes of Wangchuan Temple, an ancient temple with thousands of years old.

Human beings have spirits, and mountains also have spirits, and all things have their unique imprints.

Luo Hong walked on the stone steps, his mind was naturally calm, and his thoughts seemed to become much more accessible.

"Wangchuan Temple has existed for thousands of years. When the horses of the three dynasties stepped on the rivers and lakes, there were only three forces that did not trample on them with horseshoes. One of them was Wangchuan Temple, and the other two were Kunlun Palace and Longhu Mountain."

Kuyue and Yuan Shang also stepped up the stone ladder and introduced to Luo Hong.

This is also telling Luo Hong from the side, the background of Wangchuan Temple.

Luo Hong looked at the ancient temple on the top of the stone ladder, vaguely, as if the sky above the ancient temple was illuminated by Buddha's light, and the air seemed to be distorting.

Obviously, it contains majestic energy, and there are masters sitting in it.

Wangchuan Temple is quaint and full of the breath of time. Although he has not yet entered the temple, Luo Hong has already felt something in his heart when walking the stone ladder on foot. It seems that there is an old monk sitting cross-legged and pouring out Buddhist principles to him.

Luo Hong doesn't know much about Buddha, and the only thing related to Buddha seems to be the Thousand-Handed Evil Buddha, which is still a sorcery.

Luo Hong originally thought that when he came to Wangchuan Temple, as a Buddhist cultivator, he might feel uncomfortable. After all, it is only natural that the Buddha suppresses evil.

But no, Luo Hong even felt a feeling of harmony.

Where Wangchuan Temple is located, there is a unique aura, which seems to be tolerant of all things and friendly to everything in the world.

With Luo Hong here, his spiritual will seems to have been slightly improved.

That is the promotion formed by the environment, and this kind of environment can be called a dojo in a sense.

Climbing the stairs straight up, Luo Hong finally saw the simple, thousand-year-old ancient temple.

A Buddhist temple stands tall on the top.

Like lotus petals hanging down to guard.

In front of the Buddhist hall, there is a vast bluestone martial arts arena. In the center of the martial arts arena, there is a suspended golden bell several meters high.

All kinds of Buddha statues are engraved on the clock. Under the bright sun, the golden light is shining, and the Buddha's light is ten thousand zhang.

In the martial arts arena, there are thousands of monks wearing monk robes standing in a neat square formation.

It seemed that they knew that Luo Hong would come, and they were ready to welcome him.

When Luo Hong stepped on the last stone staircase, Luo Hongfang understood why both Yuan Shang and Ku Yue were one step behind him.

Thousands of pairs of eyes glanced at him in unison.

Like piercing the void, or like a thousand arrows being fired at once, the incomparably terrifying force of will, like forming a real cloud of smoke, wants to oppress Luo Hong's spirit.

If Luo Hong's mind is not firm, he might be traumatized and cough up blood on the spot.

Eyes are the windows of the soul, when thousands of pairs of eyes glance at one another, such aura and oppression will definitely not be weak and sweeping.

The white shirt on Luo Hong's body was instantly blown up by the air waves.

Luo Hong stared, and in the Niwan Palace, the evil god phantom opened his eyes, and sneered disdainfully.

Suddenly, Luo Hong's will, like a flower of spirit blooming, actually blocked the oppression formed by these thousands of eyes.

Boom!

Luo Hong took one step down, standing still like a mountain.

This group of monks actually came to disown their majesty? !

Almost embarrassed!

"Lord benefactor, good will."

Appreciative voices came from the martial arts arena, and an old monk with white eyebrows, wearing a red cassock and a golden monk robe, walked over with a faint smile, holding a Buddhist bead.

Luo Hong looked at the old monk and nodded slightly.