Turned into a baby dragon and was loved by goddesses, shocking the world

A golden light suddenly appeared inside the temple gate.

The three of them looked at each other and slowly walked up the stairs.

"Sister Fengxian, what exactly is this golden light?" Gu Ling asked.

Yan Bei looked around and glanced at his watch. "Look, I'm sitting west facing east in the temple. It's already evening. If I'm guessing correctly, this should be sunset!"

Gu Ling glanced at Yan Bei with an expression that said, "What you said makes sense, but please shut up and don't say it again."

"Could this purple cicada have already cultivated into a golden cicada?" Gu Ling continued to ask.

Feng Xian raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Golden cicada? Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. If this purple cicada really cultivates into a golden cicada, then we will really be sending ourselves to die!"

"What does it mean?"

"One color, one rank. If you really reach the red color and cultivate into a golden cicada, wouldn't that mean you have entered the realm of the emperor? It shouldn't be that exaggerated, right?"

Although Feng Xian said this, her face did not show that she believed it was true.

In this world, no one can ascend from the 3000th level to the 5th level in just 12 years.

This is impossible.

Gu Ling's heart suddenly started beating faster, and he couldn't help but think:

"Emperor Realm? Isn't that the God Realm? Could it be that this Purple Spirit Cicada has really reached the God Realm?"

"That shouldn't be the case. If he really has reached this terrifying state, how could a small demon-killing pestle possibly break his barrier?"

"Or in other words, I didn't break the barrier, but he took the initiative to open it for me?"

"That's not right. If the Purple Spirit Cicada really reached the God level, then the entire Kangtong Peak would be his domain. How could Zhu Mingyuan do those little tricks?"

"Besides, how could there be any strange beasts in a divine realm? There is no way that the guardian beast Broken Snow Cat could exist at the bottom of the Undead Lake, including the Buxi City!"

"So, this Purple Spirit Cicada cannot possibly have reached the Emperor Realm."

"Right, that is it……"

Gu Ling was still thinking wildly in his mind.

The three of them had already arrived in front of the temple gate.

The golden light is no longer dazzling.

"Who's outside the door?" a childish voice sounded.

Judging from the voice, it should be a child of six or seven years old.

The three of them were stunned for a moment.

Gu Ling was even more stunned.

Could it be that there is not only Zi Lingchan in this temple, but also someone else?

Or maybe the purple cicada is not in this temple at all.

The people living in the temple are eminent monks.

"Who is talking?" Gu Ling asked back.

"Whoever you are looking for, I am that person!" the childish voice said again.

"Whoever you think will come to see you is who we are!" Gu Ling replied.

Yan Bei looked at Gu Ling and the childish voice asking and answering questions as if he was a fool.

As he was speaking, Gu Ling had already taken the lead in entering the temple.

This temple is not big and only has one courtyard.

Even the wing rooms were not visible.

This courtyard is the Main Hall.

There is no Bodhisattva enshrined in the hall, but instead a golden cicada.

"Who was talking just now?" Gu Ling asked.

It was clearly just a space, but Gu Ling's questions were very empty.

There were echoes.

No one responded.

"Since we're here, let's burn some incense. It can be considered as a way of paying our respects first!" After saying this, Gu Ling picked up a yellow incense stick from the Buddhist shrine, lit it, bowed, and inserted it.

Suddenly, the gate of the courtyard creaked shut.

Countless candles were lined up in rows and lit up.

Gu Ling was puzzled.

When I just came in, I didn’t see so many candles or oil lamps. How did they appear out of nowhere?

"Could this also be an illusion?"

Gu Ling looked at Yan Bei and Feng Xian; their expressions had obviously changed as well.

It seems that this is not an illusion.

At least, it wasn't just his illusion.

"My young friend, burning three incense sticks is for worshiping Buddha, and burning one incense stick is for commemorating the deceased. Are you cursing me to death?" asked the childish voice.

Gu Ling didn't think so much.

How could he know so many rules? "Is there such a saying? I don't know! How about I burn it again?"

"That's too late!"

As soon as the childish voice fell, the candlelight around them suddenly turned into fire dragons, piercing towards the three people like sharp arrows.

Gu Ling immediately formed a water barrier to block the flames outside.

Even the fire power was blocked outside the water barrier.

Gu Ling could still feel its temperature.

At first glance, it seems that this is not an ordinary fire.

It's more like the Three True Fires.

At the outermost edge of the water barrier, there were even signs of burning and boiling.

Yan Bei clearly felt the heat, and even tiny beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

Feng Xian didn't care, it seemed like all this was already within her expectations.

"Feng Xian, what should I do? I feel like I can't hold on any longer!" Gu Ling asked for help.

"Can't you hold on any longer?" Feng Xian smiled slightly, showing no intention of lending a helping hand.

Gu Ling couldn't help but think, "Could this also be a way of training? But, this can kill people!"

The flame grew stronger and stronger.

Gu Ling also felt more and more pressured.

The beads of sweat on Yan Bei's forehead had grown from tiny to bean-sized.

Gu Ling subconsciously looked at Feng Xian helplessly again.

She still looked indifferent.

It seems that, just like refining the Demon-Slaying Pestle, to defeat these flames, one cannot rely on others but only on one's own hands.

He pulled out the golden Demon-Slaying Pestle and transferred the power from the Demon-Slaying Pestle to the water barrier.

The blue transparent water barrier slowly gained a layer of golden light protection.

The flame, when it touched the golden light, soon stopped growing stronger.

On the contrary, there is an intention of decadence.

Less than a minute later, the flames returned to the candles.

Gu Ling was a little hesitant, wondering whether it was the golden light that defeated the flames.

Or is it this demon-killing pestle?

"It seems that this Purple Spirit Cicada has not yet broken through to become an immortal, and is still at the level of a demon! That's why it is afraid of the power of this Demon-Slaying Pestle!"

Gu Ling thought in his heart.

See the flames have subsided.

Gu Ling also took back the golden water barrier.

“Haha, I didn’t expect that you actually refined the Demon-Slaying Pestle!”

That childish voice gradually became deep and powerful.

After a while, a bald monk with a white beard appeared right in front of the three people.

There were no scars on his head and he was wearing a grey monk's robe.

"Who are you?" Gu Ling asked, "Were you the one causing trouble just now?"

The white-bearded monk smiled and said, "I am whoever you come to see!"

"Come again? Just you, a novice monk? Tell your abbot to come out!" Gu Ling said.

The white-bearded monk looked around and said slowly, "I am the only one in Lingchan Temple, so why should I be the abbot?"

Without waiting for Gu Ling to speak, he continued, "I am both the novice monk in the donor's mouth and the abbot in the donor's mouth!"

Gu Ling looked at him carefully and asked, "Are you alone? Where is the little monk who just spoke?"

"You mean, him?" The white-bearded monk suddenly switched to a childish voice and replied.

Although Gu Ling was prepared, he was still shocked. "Oh my god, you are a voice actor!"

The white-bearded monk looked at Gu Ling in confusion and asked in a low voice: "Voice actor? What is a voice actor?"

"It's not important. Let me ask you, are you the Purple Spirit Cicada?"

"I am the Purple Spirit Cicada, and I am not the Purple Spirit Cicada. I am everything, and everything is me!" said the white-bearded monk.

"You're really too long-winded... So, the person I'm looking for is you?"

"What do you want from me, benefactor?" The white-bearded monk asked calmly without denying the answer.

"Can I borrow your cicada bead?" Gu Ling said directly.

"Cicada Pearl?" Zi Lingchan smiled. There was doubt in her tone, but there was no anger at all.