The first stage of misery

Chapter 39

Mahayana Lingyun Temple, the legendary Buddhist holy place where the Buddha, the Vulture, and Su He Nian practiced in the past, was supposed to be a place of practice that was indisputable from the world.

The mysterious Mahayana Lingyun Temple began to get involved in the rivers and lakes, and became the representative of Buddhism on the surface of the difficult situation.

And the most mysterious chief abbot in Lingyun Temple, Baiyu Wangyun Monk Shenlong, sees the head but does not see the tail, and all affairs in the door are represented by the deputy abbot.

The Lingxiao Waterfall under the jurisdiction of Lingyun Temple, and Fengtian Xiaoyao, who originally planned to retire to the mountains and forests, in order to deal with the crisis of greater hardship, under the guidance of the deputy host, went to the place where the sun returns home to find the way of the white feather realm.

On the other side, Yi Niansheng was walking towards the mouth of the holy dragon, halfway through, Yi Niansheng frowned, as if he had sensed something, he hurriedly retreated,

Then a cloud of thick fog came from all directions, blocking all Yi Nian Sheng's escape routes. Seeing that the situation was not good, Yi Nian Sheng's tentative attack did not cause any waves like stone sinking into the sea.
"The visitor is not good!"

Yi Niansheng sighed softly, breathed in Qi and raised his energy, and pointed at the direction of the thick fog with the folding fan in his hand. In an instant, a terrifying wind swayed out, washing all directions, but the thick fog did not show any sign of dissipating, instead, it moved towards the place where Yi Niansheng was. The direction speeds up the enveloping speed,

In the blink of an eye, Yi Niansheng had no time to escape into the dense fog, and the first thing that came into view was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the sound of shouting could not hear the echo, and Yi Niansheng, who couldn't figure out the direction, could only move forward by feeling.

I do not know how long it has been,

"The way of heaven in the white feather realm, mortals can't find it."

A voice slowly entered his ears,

"This is……"

Following the sound, Yi Niansheng walked forward quickly, and just a few steps later, it suddenly became clear that the thick fog around him dissipated, and it was covered by birds singing and fragrance of flowers, green shade and verdant land.

Dressed in a white robe and cassock, holding Buddhist beads and floating dust, the eminent monk with a benevolent appearance and a white beard stands quietly,
"Baiyu Wangyun Monk! Is this the Baiyu Realm of Heaven?"

"Those who stir up fate, welcome to Jingtiandao."

When he saw clearly that the person who came was Wangyun Monk, Yi Niansheng immediately stepped back a few steps, thinking:
"What is this guy who is known as the Divine Curse King doing? Do you want me to die early?"

Yi Niansheng's face was indifferent, his heart turned, thinking of leaving this place as soon as possible,

"I don't know what advice the chief abbot of Lingyun Temple has for inviting me, a small person in the world."

The great host, who sees through the world of mortals and understands the world, turned to look at Yi Niansheng, the floating dust waved lightly, and a wave of pure holy Buddha power filled the surroundings,
As soon as they looked at each other, Yi Niansheng felt deeply that this person's strength was unfathomable. What was revealed in his eyes made Yi Niansheng feel trembling, and all his secrets could not be hidden under his eyes.

"Fate-defying person, I have seen many possibilities in you. To be holy, to benefit the common people, to be a demon to disrupt the world, to be a teacher, everyone is like a dragon. You will be involved in a mixed future, good and bad. In a greater disaster."

"What do you want to do when you are wandering back and forth between gods, ghosts, humans, immortals, and saints?"

"What the master is saying, I can't understand a word!"

Yi Niansheng's eyes were confused and at a loss,
"Stop acting. Since you already know the old monk when you came in, then the old monk also knows your details, so I invite you to meet!"

Yi Niansheng put away his flustered expression and revealed a mocking expression,

"Since the master knows it, do you know your own death?"

"I know"

"Why not avoid it!"

"Everything is the will of my Buddha."

"Oh, then you already know about the destruction of the Mahayana Lingyun Temple!"

"I know it too"

Listening to the host's answer, the sarcasm became even more sarcasm,
"Hehe, you know everything and just watch your monks die tragically. No matter what kind of Buddha you are cultivating!"

The host was expressionless, clasped his hands together,

"Amitabha, everything has a definite destiny!"

"Benefactor, I know that your act of rescuing Yun Huizi has changed Fengtian Xiaoyao's established destiny, and the future doom of the misery may also be irreversible due to your actions!"

"What disaster will I bring?"

The host shook his head,
"I don't know. With your intervention, the future has become unpredictable, and we can't change it."

"you?"

"You will know in the future, and because of your appearance, I decided to take a gamble!"

"What are you gambling?"

I was surprised for a moment,
I saw that the host came to him in a blink of an eye, and wanted to avoid it but was restrained by the host, unable to move.
"What are you going to do?"

The great presiding officer remained silent, and the Buddha energy surged all over his body, and all of them poured into Yi Nian Sheng's body,

"I know that this is not your real body, but I have no choice. I am under the destiny and cannot resist, so I will pass on my life's cultivation to you, and hope that you can change the fate of Mahayana Lingyun Temple."

After a period of time, Yi Niansheng felt radiant and his foundation was extremely strong, while the host who had lost all his attack power collapsed weakly on the ground, unable to move,

"Why are you doing this!"

Yi Niansheng walked slowly towards the chief host to help him up, with a helpless expression on his face,

"Maybe this is the last moment of my life's counterattack against its fate. Sometimes knowing everything is a kind of sadness. When I see through my fate, I can only be trapped here."

"Aren't you here to guard the seal of the first Jinjinjin!"

"This is just a helpless choice under the arrangement of destiny!"

The host waved his hand to indicate that Yi Nian Sheng could leave the place, then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and chanted,
And the exit of Baiyujing Tiandao has also appeared, Yi Niansheng looked at the host and then disappeared into the space,
After he left, the host opened his eyes and muttered to himself,
"You who have the power of Buddha, my Buddha will lead you to the right path little by little."

After leaving Jing Tiandao, Yi Nian grew up and sighed, fearing that the host would give a comment, then he might die, and at the same time sighed,
"It's worthy of being a tool person who specializes in giving props in a difficult situation. He gave me a hand of cultivation after changing hands."

"Hey, cannibalism and softness, I will keep Mahayana Lingyun Temple for you!"

"I went to Xianmen to get Xuanzun to teach martial arts, and met Baiyu Wangyun monk to get his lifelong foundation, so what will I do if I go to Confucianism and Taoism!"

Yi Niansheng, who was a little bit self-deprecating, walked quickly, and continued to walk towards the mouth of the holy dragon, but when he was still a few miles away from the mouth of the holy dragon, Yi Niansheng suddenly felt a sharp gaze staring at him,

In order not to startle the snake, Yi Niansheng's expression remained the same, his goal was still the same, he kept looking around from the corner of his eyes,

On the peak in the distance, Xi Yueying watched Yi Niansheng's movements with cold eyes, but Yi Niansheng suddenly disappeared in the next second, making Xi Yueying feel that something was wrong, and wanted to leave.

At this time, a palm qi suddenly came from outside the sky, and with one blow, the shadow of the old moon was knocked away,
"Sitting alone on a high mountain leaning against the wind Pavilion, I suddenly heard the sound of thunder and thunder from a hundred miles away, and looked at the turbulent waves coming like snow, and the whole place was cold.

Accompanied by the poem title, Yi Nian Sheng appeared in front of Xi Yueying.

(End of this chapter)