Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 347 Hanging Temple

  In the present world, the state and ancestry are simultaneously developed, and the strengths and weaknesses are not always the same.

  There are countries that accommodate many sects, and there are sects that control many countries.

  As the top sect of the Eastern Territory and even the world, the Xuankong Temple is so large that it does not lose to the rest of the country.

  It's just that most of the places are covered by the formation, and what is shown to the world is usually only the secular part.

  It's like being in Yunguo, tearing open the sky, and seeing Lingxiao Pavilion.

  The true gate of the Hanging Temple is even harder to find, and it is rare to see it in leisure time.

  The painful feeling of the same generation as the contemporary abbot, of course, came and went freely, directly crossing the Buddha array, avoiding the layers of defense, and stepping into the hanging temple in a few steps.

  The core subject of the Hanging Temple is exactly what it sounds like, it is a Hanging Buddhist Temple.

  Only it is huge, not knowing how high it is thousands of feet high, and it is about dozens of miles wide. It is impossible to see the edge under the tower. If it weren't for the monks to cover up, I'm afraid that people in the Northern Territory would be able to see this temple at a glance.

  And around this hanging main temple, the surrounding floating treasure temples are like forests.

  In this sacred place of Eastern Buddhism, all kinds of treasure temples, all standing in the air, are a marvelous sight.

  However, the contrast that really amazes the discerning person lies in this-the entire East Buddha Sect Holy Land, all floating treasure temples, can feel the fluctuation of the formation, and the reason why it can hang in the air is all due to the monks' magical powers.

  Only the real hanging temple in the middle, without the slightest wave of formation in the whole body!

  In other words, for such a huge and majestic temple, the reason why it is suspended depends entirely on itself. What a spectacle this is!

  The building materials of this temple all use extremely precious hanging stones.

  When the sect was established, it is said that the hanging stones in the world were used up to build this temple.

  This is the only one in the whole world, and there is no other home.

   Kujue walked directly into the main temple without greeting people. He walked close to the corner all the way, which seemed particularly sneaky.

   "Bitterness!" Suddenly he shouted.

  The sound is as magnificent as Huang Zhongda Lu, shocking people's ears.

  The passing monks turned a deaf ear to their ears, only the subconsciously quickened pace showed their anxiety.

  Pulled out his ears uncomfortably, and looked back: "Called Chunna?"

  It is also an old monk who yells to stop suffering.

  It's just that compared to the yellow-faced old monk, he was thinner, almost skinny.

  The whole person is like a skeleton frame, which is daunting.

   Hearing a bitter response, his eyes widened, and it became even more frightening: "How can you be so unreasonable in front of so many disciples?"

   Such a thin person, but there seems to be endless power hidden in his body, and every sound is like a roar with all his strength.

   "The more you talk, the more ridiculous, suffering!" Kujue made an angry look: "Are you still calling me privately?"

  This skinny old monk turned out to be the first suffering in the Jianglongyuan, and it is known as the first in the hospitals to have the most combat power.

   However, in the face of suffering, he has nowhere to do it, so he can't have an "infighting" in front of a group of disciples, right?

   glared fiercely at the left and right, and the monks at this level quickly dispersed.

   Then he continued to persuade with the volume of ‘yelling’: “How can you say that you are so young, you shouldn’t always be so innocent!”

  "Are you getting too old? Don’t come out to be scary." Kujue squinted at him: "I don’t know how hard we are in Xuankong Temple. You are so thin as a ghost. You starved to death, right?"

  The suffering was blocked by him and he was speechless. He only screamed and said: "Brother Abbot is calling you to see him!"

   "Brother Abbot has supernatural powers, do I still need you to spread the word? It's troublesome!" Kujue was dissatisfied.

  At this time, all the other monks have dispersed.

I finally couldn't help it, and roared: "Then don't always pretend that you can't hear the'voices' of the abbot brother! Can you always say that you can't hear the ears when you pass it directly to your heart?? "

   "Why are you still anxious? Buddhism is a place of purity!"

  Sickness stopped talking, only the teeth were grinded.

   "Oh." Kujue sighed again: "Your mouth is so good."

   "Bitterness." Suffering took a few deep breaths, and then said in a loud voice as softly as possible: "We may not have studied for many years. It is better to hit the sun if we choose a day, why don't we try?"

"It's okay, old arms and legs, I always want to move! Don't be afraid of accidentally twisting my bones!" Seeing the suffering, I was really anxious, and felt painfully patted his **** and left: "Since the abbot brother is so far away If you don’t open me, I’ll go see what he has requested."

   "Hey, what are you doing with me?"

   "Jianglongyuan is so idle?"

   "If you don't want to manage, let me take care of it for you!"

  However, no matter what Kujue says, Kuiyue just follows without saying a word.

  If he turns, suffering will block the way.

  I really couldn’t avoid it. In desperation, Kujue could only walk to the abbot’s meditation room.

   "I'm in."

   "I really went in."

   "Don't you follow along?"

  "Brother Abbot and I have important business matters! You are the first building of a Jianglongyuan in your area..."

  ……

  After all, Kuaiyi followed Kujue into the abbot’s meditation room.

   Suffering is a fat monk with a sad face, but he was born with painful feelings and two or three sturdyness.

  Especially compared to the yellow-faced old monk of Kujue and the lean monk who is suffering from the disease, he looks much younger, but he seems to be only in his forties.

   His face was sad and bleak, as if being wronged all the time, even the two white eyebrows that could reflect the years were drooping listlessly.

   "Junior Brother Kujue." Suffering was very worried and said: "How are you traveling this time?"

"Brother, don't worry!" Kujue's eyebrows danced instantly: "I have accepted another peerless disciple! The predestined method that Master calculated for me in the early years should be here. The next 100-year competition will be called the group of Mount Xumi. Bald donkeys look good!"

  The monk scolds the bald donkey, what's wrong with it...

  The painful expression on his face became even more melancholy, even the bald head seemed a little sad.

But the bitter ill screamed and said: "The'peerless disciple' doesn't need to be! We hang in the sky, and there are two generations of disciples and talents, but there are few disciples in the pure generation, and the first ones are not free. You collect disciples to make up the number."

   "What do you make up the number!" Kujue jumped high: "I feel so hard to accept disciples, but I won't accept the best disciple! How can I just make up the number?"

  When I stare at my bitter eyes, I have to say something.

  The bitter life first said: "Junior Brother Kujue, when you are talking about another ‘peerless disciple’, when will you introduce the mountain gate? After all, time is already very tight."

"Don't worry, brother." Kujue said solemnly, "Although my disciple is crying and begging to enter the mountain gate early, but the more so, the more I have to sharpen his temper. I must know that sharpening the knife and not cutting wood by mistake Gong, I can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry, good things are never more difficult, and the sharp edge of the sword comes out of sharpening..."

   "Got!" Bitterly yelled, "Isn't there yet?"

   "Huh, what do you know!" Kujue sneered: "Xia Chong can't talk about sugar candied haws!"

  After that, he flung the leaky linen sleeves and flicked away.

  It’s not enough to be rude to oneself. It’s still the case in front of the abbot. It’s really annoying to be sick: "Brother Abbot, look at this fellow! How to cultivate a temperament, so rude!"

"Ugh."

  Sorrowful and sad, sighed: "Kujue has started three days earlier, why didn't you call him a senior brother?"

  Suffer and stunned.

  (End of this chapter)