A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 209 Yuan Yi!Taboo of the Temple of Bulao

Kill my son and rob me of inheritance?

Su Mo and Guan Xiong looked at the prestige at the same time, and the other monks present also turned their heads to watch.The gate of the third courtyard of Bulao Temple opened slowly.

I saw an old monk with long eyebrows wearing a white robe walking out slowly.

The old monk was not tall, dry and thin, and slightly bent, but his white eyebrows hung down from the corners of his eyes, and his monk's robe was like snow, even emitting a faint white light.

That demeanor is beyond the ordinary.

Compared with the other monks of Bulao Temple, they were instantly overshadowed.That is not a level and realm at all!

Soul Transformation Dzogchen!
Both Su Mo and Guan Xiong saw the cultivation of the old monk in white.

But as soon as the white-robed old monk appeared, the coercion of transforming souls dissipated immediately.The few yellow-robed monks who were fixed in the void just now fell directly to the ground.

"Amitabha! Meet the Patriarch."

At this time, all the monks of the Bulao Temple bowed to salute and greeted them in unison.

Look again, the old monk in white robe glanced at the ball of white light in the void, and couldn't help frowning slightly.Immediately, he raised one hand, and an almost identical white light appeared in the palm of his hand.

The white light resonates, as if trying to collect the white light left by Master Yijing.

However, at this moment, a green light suddenly shot out from the incense chariot, heading straight for the white light of the white-robed old monk.

Boom—click—

The green light and white light collided violently.

At that moment, layers of air waves were rolled up, but fortunately, they were not completely diffused due to the protection of the God's Tribulation Barrier.However, at that moment, all kinds of blood energy in this enchantment were scattered.

However, the white light of Master Yijing was still hanging in the void, and no one took it away.

"Amitabha--"

The white-robed old monk's face changed suddenly, and then he turned directly to Xiangxiang Lane: "Palace Master Linghu, what do you want to do? Could it be that your Bliss Palace doesn't want to go to Wanhuang Temple today, and you will be removed from the Baigu Continent from now on?"

It has to be said that the words of this white-robed old monk are extremely domineering.

Although he is in the Buddhist sect, the old monk in white robe seems to lack the so-called compassion of the Buddhist sect that the master monk and other monks have.

The monk's breath is stronger on him.

"Master Yuanchu?" The Lord of Bliss Palace finally spoke again.

"Exactly!" The white-robed monk said coldly.

"No. 1 inheritance of Bulao Temple?" asked the Lord of Bliss Palace.

"That's right!" Master Yuanchu replied.

Yuanchu master?Bulao Temple inheritance No.1?After hearing these words, Su Mo couldn't help but look at Guan Xiong.

"No.1 of Bulao Temple is actually just the Great Perfection of Soul Transformation? Did he hide the realm?" Su Mo transmitted his voice to Guan Xiong.

At this time, Guan Xiong also frowned.

Because, logically speaking, Bulao Temple, as the three holy places of bones, should definitely have monks of divine robbery.How could a soul-transforming Dzogchen be the No. 1 inheritance?
"The old monk doesn't have a hidden state, so he is a soul-transforming Dzogchen?" Guan Xiong said.

"Hehe!" Su Mo sneered, "Fatty man, you can take care of it. Other people's family is nothing!"

"Huh?" Guan Xiong was embarrassed for a while.

Back then, he really didn't see Feng Xi's realm.That's because Feng Xi is a soul with special spells.And Guan Xiong really missed it.

"Not this time." Guan Xiong said firmly, "The old monk is the Great Consummation of Soul Transformation, absolutely unmistakable!"

Su Mo nodded.

"But—" Guan Xiong hesitated for a moment.

"But what?" Su Mo asked.

"I still feel that there must be a divine catastrophe in the Temple of Blessing!" Guan Xiong looked towards the gate of the third courtyard, "This Temple of Blessing is really strange."

Su Mo nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"Hehehe! Hehe!" At this moment, He Huan, the fox in the incense car, sneered coquettishly, "Master Yuanchu, what a Bold Temple inheritance No. 1!"

Everyone present felt that Linghu He Huan's words were a bit strange.

Sure enough, Linghu He Huan changed the subject, but his tone remained the same.

"Then Linghu He Huan met Master Yuanchu! Hehe!"

Linghu He Huan said that he had seen it, but the curtain of the incense car did not move, and even took back the jade foot.I have seen that sentence, where is the slightest respect?

At this time, the sky was getting late and the setting sun was setting.The puja in the front yard of Wanhuang Temple has long since ended.And the chariot speed car seemed to be a bit dimmed.

"Palace Master Linghu, you're welcome!" Grandmaster Yuanchu's voice was still slightly cold.

"Hehehe——" Linghu He Huan actually laughed again, and then his voice suddenly sank, "Master Yuanchu, you are No. 1 in the inheritance of Bulao Temple, can you introduce someone for me?"

"The majestic Palace Master of Bliss, who else needs the old monk's recommendation?" Master Yuanchu narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the incense car of the Palace Master of Bliss.

"Hehe!" Linghu He Huan sneered.

"The person I want to meet is Yuan Yi!" Linghu He Huan almost stuttered the last four words.

The name of Yuanyi!

As soon as those four words came out, the expressions of all the monks in the Bulao Temple suddenly changed.Because, that is a taboo in the Bulao Temple.

Yuan Yi!

A cold light flashed across Yuanchu's eyes for an instant.That cold light actually contained endless murderous intent.

"Amitabha--"

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the master recited the Buddha's name again.

And the entire backyard of the Bulao Temple seemed to be beginning to be covered with a faint gray atmosphere.Moreover, there seemed to be more monks in the second courtyard of the Bulao Temple than before.

Three hundred Nascent Souls seem to be gathering.

"I don't know what Palace Master Linghu is talking about." Master Yuanchu said.

However, this denial is really weak.

Because, not to mention Su Mo and Guan Xiong, even the other bone monks felt the change of the monks of the Bulao Temple when the word "Yuan Yi" came out.

"Who is Yuan Yi?" Su Mo asked Guan Xiong.

"I don't know!" Guan Xiong shook his head.

Not to mention Yuan Yi, it was also the first time he saw this monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty.

"Hehe! Monks, don't you stop telling lies?" The Lord of the Palace of Bliss sneered, "Master Yuanchu, don't you even remember your twin brother? That's fine. I think it will be sunset soon, so let's invite Yuan Yi Master, come out and sit down, how about it?"

"Witch girl, who are you?" Grandmaster Yuanchu's white robe was bulging, and his long eyebrows were slightly raised.

"My name is Linghu He Huan. There is a saying in the Baigu Continent - whoever seeks Linghu, seeks joy! Whoever wins Linghu, seeks He Huan again!?" Linghu He Huan smiled coquettishly, "Master Yuanchu, if you are interested. The concubine is willing to serve the master for one night, let the master know the joy of rejoicing, and then understand the pain of seeking joy?"

"Hehehehehehehehe—"

Linghu He Huan's obscene words.However, it was full of endless ridicule.

Boom boom boom -- boom boom --

And at this moment, the bell in the front yard of Wanhuang Temple suddenly rang.

The evening drum has sounded, and night is coming.

That mysterious and terrifying night is about to cover the entire Wanhuang Temple.Both Su Mo and Guan Xiong caught information from Linghu He Huan's words.

twin brothers?Night falls!
hiss--

Boom boom boom -- boom boom --

The first drum fell in a hurry.

The face of the white-robed Yuanchu suddenly changed, and he flew up suddenly, the power of transforming the soul dispersed, and went straight to the blissful incense car.

(End of this chapter)