The Opening Concocts Aura Recovery

In the dilapidated Nanruo Temple, the surrounding atmosphere became even more desolate and gloomy.

Yan Chixia sat cross-legged in the temple, enlightening and practicing.

Chapter 81

During this period of time, there were many martial arts people wandering outside Lanruo Temple, but no matter who came, they would get lost, and they couldn't reach Lanruo Temple at all.

Even if the helicopter reaches the sky, it will fail, and it is impossible to find where Nanruo Temple is.

Because of this, Yan Chixia has not been discovered so far.

This is the ability of the system. This kind of event that has not been completed and Lin Mo does not want to be disclosed to the world can be directly covered up so that people cannot catch it.

Fortunately, Yan Chixia is a person who only knows how to devote herself to self-cultivation. He regards the changes around him as the elite of a thousand-year-old tree, and now he has all his strength to fight the opponent to the end, and he doesn't even think about going out.

Lin Mo has been waiting for a suitable time to continue the Yan Chixia incident, so he has been shelving this matter.

"Although it's enough to fabricate things now, it's not time to continue this matter!"

After thinking about it for a while, Lin Mo put the Yan Chixia incident on hold again.

"Neon urban legend event (partially in operation)"

Then Lin Mo switched to the next event.

There are many ghosts in the urban legend event, and some of them have been sealed now.

But even so, this incident is still providing Lin Mo with a point of fabrication.

"Tianshi Ninth Uncle Incident (in operation)"

The last active event is Uncle Nine. Since the emergence of the zombie incident, Uncle Nine has received the attention of various forces, whether overt or covert.

It's just that Uncle Jiu had just finished his operation and was in a period of calm, so the incident didn't bring much shock.

After checking his existing events, Lin Mo began to consider new events.

In fact, in his conception, there is already an idea of ​​an event related to Buddhism...

The next day Lin Mo went to Shaolin again.

This time he directly crossed the outer scenic spot and came to the inner circle of the Daxiong Palace.

Shaolin monks can be seen everywhere here, and there are many devout pilgrims kneeling outside the Daxiong Hall, worshiping the golden body of Buddha.

"Hey, there are so few pilgrims recently that they can't even sell incense!"

Outside the Daxiong Palace, a vendor selling fragrant paper muttered.

Lin Mo looked at the people kneeling at the door. There were at least a hundred people, which is quite a number.

"Yeah, ever since the legend of the great Buddha shining in Tianlong Temple, believers have all gone to Tianlong Temple!"

"Hey, Tianlong Temple was about to fall before. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen. Now I heard that the pilgrims there have crowded Jinshan!"

The peddlers shook their heads with distressed faces and began to discuss.

After listening to what they said, Lin Mo knew why they said there were fewer pilgrims.

In the past, Shaolin Temple was not only a holy place for martial arts, but also a holy place for Buddhism.

At that time, the pilgrims were probably crowded, but now it is indeed much less.

"Tenryuji Temple! I wrote it down!"

After saying something secretly in his heart, Lin Mo continued to wander around.

"Why did Senior Bodhidharma not allow me to participate?"

As soon as Lin Mo turned to Stone Tower Forest, he heard a voice full of energy.

He looked back and saw a group of monks holding sticks stopped several monks on the way from Stone Tower Forest to Bodhidharma Hall.

At that moment, a black-faced monk with a full beard and hair was grabbing a monk and roaring.

Not only Lin Mo is here, but also a few people who came to travel and inquire about news.

Now these people are watching this scene with leisure, and some even took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

"Hmph, this time the Bodhidharma Hall is a contest between the 23rd generation of Shaolin disciples. You and the fireworkers of Jixiang Kitchen are also trying to participate in vain. You really don't know the heights of heaven and earth!"

The monk shook off the black-faced monk's hand and snorted coldly.

"Accumulating Fragrance Kitchen? Pyrotechnic Toutuo!"

Lin Mo, who had no interest at first, cheered up immediately.

He walked over a few steps and looked into the crowd.

"I entered Shaolin Temple 20 years ago, so why can't I be counted as a 23rd generation disciple!"

The black-faced monk shouted angrily, his face full of anger.

"Heh, a pyrotechnician who burns fire dares to say that he is a Shaolin disciple!"

"Hahaha!"

When a group of monks heard what the black-faced monk said, it was as if they had heard a big joke, and they all laughed.