Peerless Immortal Son-in-law

As soon as the little monk's words came out, both the monk Huichen and the middle-aged monk who had been restrained changed their faces. Other monks also changed their faces one after another. One of them grabbed the young monk's sleeve and asked, "what's the matter?"

"Yes, it was master Huiling who asked me to call two martial uncles. Abbot, hurry up. It's almost impossible!" The little monk's face was frightened, and he almost cried out.

Hearing this, Huichen and Huimin can't care about Ding Yi and Jin Wudao. Without saying a word, they run to the temple in a hurry.

"Master, shall we go and have a look?" There is something wrong with Jin Wudao's face.

Things seem to be different from what they imagined. Is master Yuanjue really hurt? Thinking of this, Ding Yi pondered for a moment and walked directly forward: "let's go and have a look."

"Master Yuanjue can't have an accident, otherwise it will not be so easy for us to enter the underground residence." With that, Ding Yi took the lead and walked forward.

Jin Wudao naturally knows this truth. If something happened to master Yuanjue and the only person who knew it was gone, it would not be so easy for them to enter the underground residence again.

"Stop, what do you want?" The faces of a group of martial monks were not right. Seeing that Ding Yi and Jin Wudao were still ready to break in, they suddenly turned pale. One of them even yelled, "the abbot you killed is in danger. Now, do you want to break into my white horse temple?"

"Let's go together. Even if he is a martial arts master, he must not be allowed to step into the temple for half a step!" The voice falls, a group of martial monks immediately meet up, a look of common hatred of the enemy.

Even though they knew that they were not Jin Wudao's opponents, they still blocked their way without hesitation. However, Ding Yi was surprised and nodded.

"I'm not from the Chen family. I really have something to do with master Yuanjue." Ding Yi looked at these young monks and said, "you can't stop me. I don't mean anything to your abbot. Get out of my way!"

"No

"Unless you step on us!"

However, no matter how Ding Yi talks, the group of monks is not moved at all. They are not afraid of Ding Yi and Jin Wudao.

Seeing this, Ding Yi frowned. Although he knew that this group of people were for the White Horse Temple, he didn't have much time to talk to these guys. So he didn't hesitate any more. He took a direct lunge. His figure appeared in front of the martial monks like a ghost. With a slight push on the palms of his hands, a terrible force came into being. Although the force was grand, it was not fierce and did not hurt And anyone else just pushed the monks out.

At the next moment, a group of people fell to the ground, one by one, their faces changed greatly. No one expected that Ding Yi's strength would be so strong that they could not even fight back.

When they struggle to get up, Ding Yi and Jin Wudao have already entered the White Horse Temple, leaving behind only two back figures.

"It's broken. Come with me. You can't let them in!"

"Let's go!"

I don't know who yelled. Everyone's face changed a lot. They didn't care about the pain on their bodies, so they rushed to catch up with them.

The White Horse Temple is very large, but there are not many monks. Apart from a dozen monks who met before, only one or two monks with brooms sweeping leaves under the trees can be seen occasionally.

Fortunately, Jin Wudao had been here before. Although he was not familiar with Baima temple, he also knew where the inner Zen room of Baima temple was. Now he took Ding Yi to the front of a row of Zen houses.

On both sides of the Buddhist temple, willow trees are planted on both sides. In this weather, the willow leaves have already withered, and the ground is covered with curly yellow leaves.

An old monk was slowly sweeping the fallen leaves. He was wearing a gray robe. He had no expression on his face. The whole person was like a piece of dead wood, without any vitality. Except for the moving steps, he could hardly see that he was a living man.

At this moment, aware of the arrival of Ding Yi and Jin Wudao, the old monk finally raised his head and looked at them. When his eyes fell on Jin Wudao, his eyes were slightly surprised.

"Two benefactors, please stop." The old monk quietly blocked the entrance of the Buddhist temple. The broom in his hand was still swinging. In his hoarse voice, there was a trace of cloud and light breeze in his hoarse voice. "The Zen temple is the internal place of Baima temple and the place for monks to rest. Please go back."

"Master, we are here to meet Master Yuanjue." Hearing the old monk's words, Jin Wudao quickly clasped his fist and worshipped him. He continued, "under Jin Wudao, the owner of the Jin family in the south of the Yangtze River, came to the imperial capital thousands of miles away to meet Master Yuanjue. Please give me some accommodation."

"Yuanjue?" The old monk was slightly stupefied for a moment, then shook his head helplessly and sighed, "you are late. Not long before Yuanjue was plotted, all five internal organs were damaged, and it is impossible to return to heaven."

"All five zang organs are damaged?" Jin Wudao's face changed.

Although master Yuanjue's strength is only martial arts master's level, he has been studying Zen for many years. How can he be attacked by others and damage all five zang organs? You should know that all five zang organs are extremely serious internal injuries. Only when the realm is far beyond the opponent can he cause such injuries.

"Yes, the damage of the five internal organs is an extremely serious internal injury. Only when the internal power reaches the level of secularization can it be healed. Unfortunately, what a profound state is it to be free from vulgarity, and where can we find such an expert?" Speaking of this, the old monk sighed suddenly, and his eyes showed a trace of guilt.Ding Yi is keenly aware of this guilt. He frowns slightly and looks up and down at the old monk. However, he is somewhat surprised. Does the old monk know how to get rid of vulgarity?

"Free from vulgarity? What is that state? " Just at this time, Jin Wudao frowned and asked in doubt.

Even Jin Wudao doesn't know what secularization is, because Ding Yi didn't teach him the things above the master's realm, including the skills given to him before, but only the cultivation skills of the master realm.

"Free from vulgarity, that is the realm above the master's realm. It is said that those who can achieve this goal will never eat the fireworks among people. They will truly achieve transcendence. When they reach a high level, they will lose their bodies and become immortals in the daytime." Looking forward to the sky for the first time, the old monk grinned and said, "the ancestor of the Tang dragon who built the White Horse Temple is a strong man who is free from vulgarity!"

"Maybe I can help master Yuanjue." Just then, Ding Yi said.

Hearing Ding Yi's words, Jin Wudao was stunned for a moment, and then showed a surprise. He patted his head suddenly. He secretly said that how could he forget this? Master's strength is unfathomable. Maybe Shifu is a strong man who is free from vulgarity?!

The old monk was also stunned for a moment, but soon shook his head and said with a smile: "young man, you are kind-hearted. However, to treat internal injuries, you must have deep internal power..."

"Well, if you can take my move, I'll let you in." The old monk didn't know what he thought of and suddenly changed his mouth.