The heavens start from Maoshan

Moreover, among the celestial beings, Tiandaozong's skills are only inferior, and there is nothing to praise.

As such.

It is very difficult for Ji Jun to cultivate any great supernatural powers.

It's okay in the real fairyland.

Going up further, the development potential will be limited. In the territory of the earth fairy, there are at most few opponents in the same level. If you bully the monks of the small sect who do not have a strong inheritance, you may not be able to go up and fight.

this phenomenon.

It is also a common problem and sorrow of many small sect monks in the heavens.

But there is no way.

There are always thousands of horses, but Bole is hard to find.

Possess the supernatural inheritance.

Maoshan, which has five golden immortals inside, is only a quasi-first-class force in the world of earth immortals.

Nether.

It is even more difficult to pass on a great supernatural power.

In terms of time and space supernatural powers.

Zhang Heng didn't learn these two supernatural powers from Maoshan, but passed them down from Nanhua Patriarch.

"According to my estimation."

"After Lu Sheng was promoted to the fairyland, his strength should be about five or five times that of Ji Jun's."

"Ji Jun is probably Lu Sheng's biggest opponent in the Immortal Territory."

Think of this.

Zhang Heng was a little uncertain again: "Ji Jun came out of Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, military strategists, Dali royal family, and monster clan. Is there no such arrogance?"

Most likely there is.

Not only in these places, but in some big families, there may also be Tianjiao and Renjie born, but they haven't shown up yet.

"By the way, how about Zen Master Siye?"

Zhang Heng didn't forget Little Tiger's father either.

"I've seen it."

"But he didn't admit it, and he didn't show up later."

Tang Jian guessed: "Maybe the timing is not right. I heard from my uncle that there used to be a Kurong Temple in Liuzhou, which was later destroyed by the Dali Dynasty. Among the eminent Buddhist monks who came to help him, there was one who cultivated Kurong Temple." Divine skill, the Kurong Temple may have been secretly rebuilt by the Buddhist sect, and the old tiger may be there."

"Kurong Temple!"

Zhang Heng thought about it.

Although he didn't know what the old tiger had planned, and what unspeakable secrets he had.

The problems that should be faced are always to be faced.

Come sooner rather than later.

Now that we've caught up this time, let's go meet up.

winter winter winter...

Liuzhou is located in the west of Shunzhou.

And within Liuzhou, there is another famous mountain called Budao Mountain.

There is a temple on Budao Mountain, which is Kurong Temple.

It is said to be the busiest time.

There are [-] monks and tens of millions of believers in Kurong Temple.

nowadays.

The temple was destroyed and the monk died.

Every night, there will be lingering ghosts of monks, beating the wooden fish covered in blood.

Over time.

Not to mention the mountains and Kurong Temple.

It has become a forbidden area with a radius of hundreds of miles, especially at night, when the sounds of will-o'-the-wisps and wooden fishes alternate, even animals dare not approach.

"It's not dark yet."

"The sky was shrouded in dark clouds. It's going to be night. Isn't it true that ghosts are walking around at night and crying everywhere?"

Don't fall down the mountain.

Holding the little tiger in his arms, Zhang Heng heard the sound of the wooden fish in his ears, and asked Tang Jian behind him inexplicably: "

Are you sure this is it? "

"probably."

Looking at the unfalling mountain surrounded by ghost fog.

Listening to the faint sound of wooden fish.

Tang Jian also looked puzzled: "This is what the uncle told me."

"Yes."

Zhang Heng is not afraid of the so-called ghosts and ghosts. Instead, he pondered: "Perhaps this is the beginning of Buddhism's brilliance. Everyone can see that it is not a good place. If you compare your heart to your heart and rebuild a Buddhist stronghold here, it will naturally be a good place." It's hard to be found."

Done.

Zhang Heng took a step forward and came directly to the middle of the mountain.

into the eye.

The temple on the mountain has long been damaged, and the bones are everywhere, telling that there was a big war here.

winter winter winter...

Maybe they sensed that someone had broken in.

The sound of the wooden fish in the ear became more and more urgent, and there were faint figures flickering in the dark.

Zhang Heng looked around.

It was found that they were the remnants of the monks who died in battle. Their true spirits were immortal, and they still wandered back to the Kurong Temple to do what they had done during their lifetime.

crunch...

go all the way up.

The wandering ghost Zhang Heng didn't care about it, and Tang Jian easily dealt with the occasional fierce ghost collision.

In this way, the two of them arrived at the Daxiong Palace on the top of the mountain in a blink of an eye.

Push open the palace door.

What caught the eye was a Shakyamuni that was broken and put together again.

Because it is patchwork.

This Buddha statue is full of cracks. It doesn't look merciful, but it gives people a fierce and strange sense of sight.

winter winter winter...

There are futons, wooden fish, and French chimes in the hall.

It seemed that no one was there, but the sound of the wooden fish came one after another, as if an invisible old monk was repenting in front of the Buddha.

of course.

This is just an illusion.

The truth is that the wooden fish has become a ghost after eating the monk's blood.

Even if no one knocks on it, it will make sounds at regular intervals, driving the ghost monks to chant scriptures.

"Go to the backyard."

Take a glance at the Buddha statue and look at the futon.

Zhang Heng walked towards the backyard without hesitation.

quiet!

There is an old tree in the backyard.

Looking up, eight ghost monks were sitting on both sides, following an old monk in red to meditate.

brush.

The ghost monk opened his eyes in unison.

But they didn't rush at Zhang Heng and the two, but looked at the old monk, as if they were waiting for him to make a decision.

"Ugh!"

The old monk sighed.

Zhang Heng didn't speak.

The little tiger in his arms struggled and fell to the ground, turning into a little girl.

"father?"

Hu Mengmeng had tears in his eyes, watching all this in disbelief.

Ugh!

The old monk sighed again: "You shouldn't have come today."

Tang Jian looked at Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng was noncommittal: "Why?"

old monk.

No.

It should be the old tiger, and said with a wry smile: "Because..."

"Because he knows that it is not indecent to come and go, and the Shunzhou matter is not so easy to pass."

Six rays of light flashed.

The leader is dressed in gold, and behind him are five old Taoists in purple robes.

shhhhhh...

Another four brilliance.

Four red lamas descended from the sky and stood behind the old tiger.

"neither..."

Hear the words of the young man in gold.

The old tiger shook his head slightly, and whispered to Zhang Heng: "Because... I have always been a member of the court."

Whoosh whoosh!

The sky lit up suddenly.

Zhang Heng looked up.

As soon as I saw it, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, replaced by countless black clouds composed of black armored guards.

The first few people.

It is even a beast in clothes, and the official robes are red and purple.

"The remnants of the Heavenly Buddha Sect, the four great lamas who keep scriptures."

"The thief of Tiandaozong, the five elders of the precepts, and the Taoist Ji Jun."

The leading official laughed loudly: "Master Hou, you have feigned surrender for 20 years, and today, you finally caught a big fish."