The golden elephant set out from Fangcun Mountain and headed all the way to Dajue Temple.▲∴

The direction of Dajue Temple has appeared in his heart.

He was thinking in his heart where Senior Brother Zhitong would go, why did his master not let him leave again and again. Also, he kept thinking in his heart what his master said to him. The master said a lot today and revealed a lot of information, but he was like a dragon hidden in the fog, seeing the tail but not the head. He seemed to have heard a lot of things and knew a lot, but he could not know thoroughly.

He didn't know how the demons who had entered Lingshan together were now? He had gone back, and had achieved his goal, or had he gained nothing.

He didn't know about this, he had arrived in front of Dajue Temple now.

Dajue Temple is very big, but it is not on the edge of a mountain city. However, the mountain is not high and the famous temple is there, so the mountain is naturally famous.

The mountain is called Dajue Mountain and the temple is called Dajue Temple, but the monks in it do not have the nature of Dajue.

When he came to Dajue Temple and said he wanted to find a monk named Juekong, the other party looked at Jin Xiangdi, but the answer was that there was no such person in Dajue Temple at all.

Jin Xiangdi frowned slightly. He didn't say much, but turned around and walked out of the temple. However, before he could go far, an old monk called Jin Xiangdi.

"Donor, you just said you want to find Elder Juekong?"

The middle-aged monk was very surprised and hurriedly met him: "Uncle Master, you are here!"

This uncle rarely manages affairs in Dajue Temple. Why did he suddenly ask about this matter this time? Although this master doesn’t care about affairs, his Buddhist cultivation is really high. He even heard that this uncle has already practiced in the body of an arhat.

The old monk waved his hand and signaled him to retreat. He came to Jin Xiangdi and asked again: "Donor, who did you just say you were looking for?"

"I want to find a senior named Juekong?" Jin Xiangdi said.

"Where are you from?" asked the old monk.

Jin Xiangdi hesitated for a moment and said, "I come from a mountain."

“Where is the mountain?”

"In a square inch."

"Come with me." said the old monk.

The middle-aged monk was surprised, so why did he just say a few inexplicable words and take this person in. In his eyes, this person looked deserted, but there was a kind of indifference in his eyes that should not be human. He could not tell whether the man in the golden robe was a monster, but he could sense it and feel it based on his intuition.

"Uncle Master, this person..."

The old monk turned around and saw that he did not dare to say anything again, and quickly lowered his head. He wanted to say that this human demon was inseparable, but the uncle's eyes made him dare not say anything.

This uncle was not in charge of the matter, but there was a deed of one man slaughtering a demon mountain back then. He didn't believe that uncle would not see the lack of humanity in the eyes of this man in the golden robe.

He didn't dare to say anything, but the figure of Jin Xiangdi was imprinted into the hearts of others. He recorded this person who was unknown in his heart.

At the same time, I was thinking in my heart, Elder Juekong, is there this person in Dajue Temple?

Jin Xiangdi followed the old monk all the way inside and looked outside. Although Dajue Temple was quite big, it was not that big. He had already walked many of them with the old monk. The temples and pagodas were originally thought to have come to an end, but after turning, it was magnificent.

When he turned the corner again, he was intent on his mind. The scenery in his eyes seemed to have changed slightly. This change was very subtle, but he knew that this was a forbidden formation, and there was a vague space here. If he was an unknown person, even if he was asked to leave, he might always be wandering in this Dajue Temple and never get out.

All the way, I finally arrived at a small temple. There were mottled handwriting on it, but I could still see the three words "Dajue Temple" on it.

This small temple looks very dilapidated, like a mountain standing between heaven and earth for thousands of miles, with traces of time on it.

This small temple is the real Dajue Temple.

At first glance, this small temple was about to fall down like a strong wind, but Jin Xiangdi felt a powerful sense of fear rushing towards his soul. Although he was prepared in his heart, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and the desire to stay here for a long time.

He did not retreat and followed the old monk in. The temple was very small, not even a Buddha statue. When he came to a small quiet room inside, he felt a soft and pure quiet light emitted from the quiet room, as warm as the winter sunshine.

That small door was very ordinary, and it seemed to be broken by Jin Xiangdi, but this door gave the feeling of separating the two heavens and earths.

"Elder." The old monk called out into the door. He just shouted, but did not hear any response inside, but he said to Jin Xiangdi: "Elder is inside, you go in."

"Just go in like this?" Jin Xiangdi raised his hand and said in surprise.

The old monk nodded and looked at the Golden Elephant. The Golden Elephant also looked at the other person's eyes. He wanted to see something from it. From outside Dajue Temple, it was a place where people were famous in the world, but it did not look like a place for practice. Because there were many dignitaries and nobles coming and going to the temple, many wealthy ladies and wives came to burn incense with their servants and offered generous amounts of incense and oil.

This is why, he was surprised when he came to Dajue Temple, because the breath here was not as good as in his heart.

However, when he reached out to push open the wooden door, his hand actually penetrated, and a golden light surged, and no matter how cautious he was, he would be swallowed up in an instant.

After the golden light dissipated, he saw an old man in front of him with a dead tree. His original bald head had grown hair, and his gray hair hung to the ground.

The wooden light of the golden elephant fell on his hair, because he saw that the hair was stretched into the ground one by one, like a tree root, and the part closest to the ground was earth-gray.

His hair was absorbing the nutrients from the earth. When he had this idea, he saw that the old man's skin was really like bark, and a lotus was blooming in his slightly closed palm.

There was golden light lingering in the lotus, and it seemed that there was a world nurturing it.

There were green branches on his shoulders. The golden elephant stood there without moving. The old man like a dead tree in front of him did not open his eyes, but he felt that every inch of the void in the whole room was watching him.

He didn't speak, but stood there all the time. Slowly, he closed his eyes and felt it with his heart. He was calm. Before he opened his eyes, he saw a person sitting on a golden lotus platform in the golden light.

"You want to practice here?"

"yes."

Jin Xiangdi did not answer, but he couldn't help but answer "Yes".

The master said that when he came here, no matter what the other party asked, just answer "Yes".

"Very good." The monk nodded, and then Jin Xiangdi found that the clothes on his body had turned into gray monk's robe.

The monk who was in the golden light disappeared quickly, and the scene in his eyes was as bright as time flowed back, as if he was passing through the long river of time. When everything went back quickly, the yin and yang changed, as if he was traveling through the long river of time.

After becoming a reality from the illusion, he saw a monk in his eyes, the middle-aged monk he saw when he first entered Dajue Temple.

The middle-aged monk looked at the person in front of him with a look of surprise in his eyes, as if he wanted to ask something, but he finally endured it and said, "My uncle just said that you want to practice here and I will assign your affairs. Let's do this, sweep the floor first, and sweep the road from the foot of the mountain to the front of the temple gate.

"Yes." Jin Xiangdi replied, his body turned slowly without obedience, as if another soul was controlling his body, and sweat had appeared on his forehead.

He could not control his body at all, so he couldn't help but get the broom freely, and then headed towards the mountain. The middle-aged monk frowned and stared at the golden elephant.

He followed Jin Xiangdi to the front of the mountain gate. Along the way, monks saluted him. He ignored him and just watched Jin Xiangdi come to the steps in front of Dajue Temple and swept it one by one. After watching for a while, he didn't know why Jin Xiangdi came here, but since it was arranged by his uncle, he would ignore it. Let him sweep the floor first to see when he could tolerate it.

Jin Xiangdi's movements were very stiff. He was resisting, resisting the will to control his body, but he did not do it.

People came and went, the sun rose and the moon set, and he swept the ground in front of the gate of Dajue Temple.

He didn't know what was wrong with him and what kind of magic he planted? But when did this magic start planting? Was it from the master?

No, it's impossible. Master knows that I'm like this here? Master must know, is this what Master means?

The light golden color deep in the eyes of the Golden Elephant turned slowly into darkness, just like the clothes on his body.

At this time, a story was circulating all over the world, and that story was about the incident where ten demons made a big fuss in Lingshan. Somehow everyone knew the names of these ten demons.

The name of Golden Snake King Jin Xiangdi naturally spread throughout the world, and those who are interested in it searched for his origin.

...

Ruwei sat under a bridge. This bridge was the famous White Dragon Bridge, shaped like a white dragon. There were rows of fortune tellers under the bridge, Ruwei was one of them.

His face was very tender, his business was not good, and he was sitting a little bit like other people. It was not that he intended to do this, but other fortune tellers wanted to do this.

When he first came here to tell fortunes, he was saddened by his fellow travelers here. However, Ruwei casually told their fate and the disasters they would encounter in the near future. Then all the small disasters were fulfilled one by one.

This made all the peers suspicious. Of course, they would not be all without any ability. On the contrary, under the White Dragon Bridge, fortune tellers are all people who have obtained true teachings from various schools of sci-calculation, and here they are for the purpose of practicing.

The fate of these people has long been hidden in the law, and others cannot count it at all. Even if they calculate it, they can count it themselves, and there is a way to avoid disasters and escape disasters.

But they were just called, and some of them were hit because they were hiding themselves.

Now they looked at Ruwei with a little surprised and suspicious look. They didn't know what school Ruwei was from, nor did they know what kind of magic method he used.

Because Ruwei's current state is a bit terrible, there is a hint of feeling that one word will come true.

He spoke, and the world would respond to his words.

Moreover, when everyone saw him for the first time, they saw his fingers constantly wandering between his knuckles, his eyebrows lowered and his eyebrows frowned, as if they were calculating something.
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