In the boundless chaos, violent forces of space tore through the whole body.
It was the first time in Liang Yan's life to escape from Hell and travel such a long distance in space.
Those terrifying spatial turbulences impacted his body again and again. If Liang Yan's "Hunhun Kung" had not been firmly established, he would have turned into a speck of dust in the void at this moment.
But even with the protection of "Hunhun Kung", he still felt tearing pain all over his body, as if he had been pierced by thousands of swords.
In this chaotic darkness, Liang Yan could only grit his teeth and endure, but his consciousness became more and more erratic, and finally he closed his eyes and fainted completely.
Not knowing how long it took, Liang Yan woke up leisurely in a dark corner.
He didn't have any strength in his body and could only barely raise his eyelids.
"This is where?"
Liang Yan was lying on the ground, moving his hands beside him, and seemed to touch a bundle of dry firewood with a lot of dust accumulated on it. At the same time, a faint scent of sandalwood poured into his nose, making him endure it.
I couldn't help but sneeze.
when!
Before he could think too much, he suddenly heard a melodious bell ringing, which seemed far away yet near, like an echo that had been buried for many years.
“It sounds like an ancient bell from a temple.”
Liang Yan's consciousness has become much clearer at this moment, and the Hunhuang Gong in his body has been slightly functioning, and he has recovered to seven or eight points, and the previous feeling of fatigue has disappeared.
He stood up from the ground, looked around, and found that he had been transported to a dilapidated firewood shed. The firewood here was covered with dust and looked like it had not been used for a long time.
Liang Yan shook his head to expel the last bit of discomfort caused by the space teleportation, then stepped forward and pushed open the wooden door of the woodshed.
With a creak!, the wooden door was gently opened, and a warm sunlight shone in from the outside, making Liang Yan couldn't help but squint his eyes.
"Sunshine, I haven't seen it for a long time!"
There is no daylight in the hell, only the chaotic sky and the cold death air. After staying in that place for nearly fifty years without realizing it, Liang Yan has almost forgotten the outside world.
He smiled slightly, walked out of the woodshed slowly, and bathed himself in the warm sunlight, feeling an indescribable sense of comfort all over his body.
"Blue sky, clear water, beautiful lakes and mountains, this world is indeed better"
Liang Yan chuckled and looked around subconsciously. He saw red bricks and green tiles, and a low wall surrounding a small courtyard, which looked like the outer courtyard of a cold temple.
It is already March in spring, and the world is in a good time. The sun is shining brightly, the grass is green inside the wall, and outside the wall there are birds singing and flowers fragrant, and green willows forming rows. In short, everything you look at gives people a feeling of vitality.
“What a beautiful scenery.”
Liang Yan sighed softly. He had not seen this kind of scene for fifty years.
"Am I able to survive the catastrophe and return to the human world?"
When he thought about this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in surviving the disaster.
The next moment, Liang Yan released his consciousness and explored the surroundings for a while, but couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Wuxin is not nearby. Logically speaking, she should be at the same location as where I teleported. Could it be that the final landing point is slightly off?"
Thinking of this, Liang Yan felt a little disappointed, but the joy of rebirth after the disaster quickly took over his heart.
He lowered his head and checked his storage bag and found that nothing was missing. As for the "Taixu Gourd" and the wooden house, they were both hanging on his waist at the moment.
"It looks like the result is better than I expected."
Liang Yan smiled slightly and was quite satisfied with the results of this space teleportation.
At this moment, a monk suddenly walked in outside the temple gate.
This monk was not very old, but his skin was rough and dry. Coupled with his coarse linen clothes, he looked very down and out.
He was carrying two large buckets of water on his shoulders. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Liang Yan standing in the center of the courtyard. He couldn't help but was slightly startled and subconsciously put the buckets down from his shoulders.
"Amitabha, I didn't know that a master has arrived. I am a little too far away to greet you. Please forgive me." The monk clasped his hands together and whispered the Buddha's name.
Liang Yan smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, and returned a salute to this person.
Liang Yan had already seen through this young monk's cultivation when he first entered. He was at the peak of Qi refining and was only one step away from being able to build the foundation of a spiritual platform.
"I didn't expect to meet a cultivator in this ancient temple on a barren mountain."
Liang Yan thought to himself: "Looking at this man's muscles and bones, he is clearly a body-refining monk. Could it be that he belongs to the Kuchan lineage of Buddhism?"
Liang Yan has also heard about the Buddhist monks of the Kuchan lineage. It is said that before they achieve magical powers, they will leave the sect and wander around the world. Finally, they will settle down in an inaccessible place and will never return to the sect until they break through their own realm.
The monks of this lineage pursue the cultivation method of returning to nature. Before breaking through the foundation building, they will not consume any heavenly materials or earthly treasures or pills to speed up the cultivation. They rely entirely on their own cultivation to break through the final bottleneck and realize the pain of Zen.
The truth.
There are very few inheritances of bitter Zen, and it is extremely difficult to break through. It requires great perseverance, but it is said that monks who can persevere to the golden elixir realm have magical powers far beyond those of the same level.
"Young master, you are serious. You are hiding from the world and practicing hard here. It seems that I have disturbed your purity."
Liang Yan smiled slightly. His aura at the moment was completely restrained. Let alone a young monk in this Qi refining stage, even a monk at the Golden Core Realm would not be able to tell his depth without special means or magic weapons.
.
The young monk smiled back, and suddenly asked: "The donor came from afar, what's the matter?"
"Just do as you please." Liang Yan waved his hand and said, "Life in this world is like a dream. Why should you care about the many causes and consequences? It's better to see more of the beautiful scenery in this world, good mountains, good lakes, good wind and moon."
Liang Yan escaped from death and expressed his feelings. However, the young monk thought that he was having a meditation session with him. A thoughtful look appeared on his face and he slowly said: "If you sow such a cause, you will get such a result. Everything has its own destiny."
Dharma, so there is no self, no form, no desires and no pursuits. Amitabha, what the donor said is very true, but this young monk can’t let it go.”
Liang Yan had a strange expression on his face. He looked up and saw that the monk had a serious expression and his brows were furrowed. He seemed to be seriously thinking about what he just said, and he couldn't help but secretly laugh.
"I'm just talking casually. This little monk is doing well to meditate on the spot. Could this be the root of wisdom in Buddhism?"
He looked the monk up and down, and then said: "Little master, I want to ask you something, what is this place?"
The young monk was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little surprised by Liang Yan's question, but he didn't say anything more, but answered truthfully: "This is the Nanheng Mountain in the Yue Kingdom. From here, less than thirty miles to the west, is the Yue State."
Kyoto of the country.”
"Vietnam?"
Liang Yan pondered for a moment, then asked: "Little master, does he know which is the largest sect of cultivating immortals here?"
"Of course it's Yungang Sect." The young monk said without any hesitation.
After hearing this, Liang Yan secretly thought: "Sure enough!" The fairy tree spirit did not lie to him, he really sent him back to where he came from.
After calming down for a while, Liang Yan smiled slightly and said, "You still don't know my little master's name?"
"The poor monk Hui Ye."
"It turns out to be Master Hui Ye, disrespectful and disrespectful."
Liang Yan is already a senior in the Jindan stage, but at the moment he is restrained and does not want to think of himself as a senior.
Although the young monk could not see his depth, the other party suddenly appeared in the temple without him being aware of it. His magical power was self-evident.
Both of them subconsciously ignored the difference in cultivation. One regarded himself as a tourist, and the other was an outsider. The two chatted for a while, and both felt that they were quite speculative.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the quiet mountain road outside the temple, and a man's voice was heard loudly: "Brother Wang, look at the ancient temple in front of you, but the Kuchan Temple you heard about
?”
As soon as he finished speaking, another man's voice said: "I think most of them are. We have searched for hundreds of miles in the past few days and still haven't found it. If this place is not Kuchan Temple, it can only mean that the rumor is
It’s nothing but fiction.”
"Whatever it is, let's go in and take a look first!" a young woman's voice said suddenly.
As the woman finished speaking, four people walked in from outside the courtyard gate.
The arrivals were three men and one woman. The first one was a young man in a white robe. He was very energetic and had an extraordinary appearance. He was holding a sandalwood folding fan. His overall temperament was elegant and modest.
Standing next to him is a pretty girl, about eighteen years old, wearing colorful clothes with fringes and silk and satin. Her status is clear at a glance.
Behind the girl, there were two young men, one wearing purple clothes and the other wearing a blue robe. Although they looked ordinary, their clothes were extraordinary, and they were obviously not ordinary young men from aristocratic families.
As soon as these people came in, they looked around the temple. When they saw that the temple was in dilapidated condition and there was only one main hall, they couldn't help but show a look of disappointment on their faces.
"This place is so simple and crude. It doesn't look like a Buddhist holy land. It seems that we went to the wrong place this time." The young girl said with some regret.
"Huh? Aren't there two people over there? Just call and ask and you will know!"
The man in purple behind the girl suddenly pointed at Liang Yan and Hui Ye.
"Hey! Did you two hear, is this Kuzen Temple?" Another man in blue robe asked loudly.
Liang Yan frowned slightly when he heard this, but the monk Huiye beside him smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, lowered his head and said, "It's the Kuchan Temple."
"What?!"
The four people present were stunned at the same time, and then they were delighted, especially the young man in white robe. He stepped forward excitedly, saluted Huiye with his hands clasped together, and then asked: "But Master Huiye?
"
"Not bad." Hui Ye smiled and nodded.
"Finally we found the master." The young man in white robe let out a long breath and said, "I have heard for a long time that Master Hui Ye of Kuchan Temple has profound Buddhist teachings. Xiao Ke has encountered some strange things recently and came here to ask for advice."
"Oh? I wonder what's happening?" Hui Ye asked.
"It's a shame to say this. It involves strange powers and chaos, which is not enough for outsiders. Why don't we move to the inner courtyard and let Rong Xiaoke speak slowly?" The young man in white robe glanced at Liang Yan, as if he was hesitant to speak.
Huiye knew that Liang Yan probably had no interest in this kind of thing, so he nodded and said: "In that case, then follow the young monk in."
After saying that, he led the young man in white robe into the inner courtyard, leaving only the young girl and the two followers behind her outside.
Liang Yan had a good rapport with Hui Ye before, so he stayed and chatted for a few words, but now he felt that he was not interested anymore. He was about to say goodbye and leave, but was stopped by the man in purple behind the girl.
"Hey, who's talking about you? Go help get a pot of water!"
The man pointed his finger at Liang Yan and ordered unceremoniously. He turned around and flattered the girl as if asking for credit: "Miss Gong, are you thirsty? I'll have someone bring you a pot of well water to moisten your throat.
"
"Well, I'm a little thirsty." The girl glanced at him and said calmly.
After hearing this, the man in purple became even more excited and couldn't help but urge Liang Yan: "Did you hear that? Go get water quickly! If you make the lady unhappy, I will have to skin you!"
"Haha, brother Lin Yue is too rude. We are all scholars, so we can't be disrespectful to our gentleness."
The faint voice of the man in blue robe came from the side. He turned back and glanced at the girl behind him, and saw that she was indeed frowning slightly, as if she agreed with his point of view, and the look of pride on her face became even more intense.
He took a step forward, walked up to Liang Yan, showed what he thought was a kind smile, and said: "Brother, I'm thirsty on the way, can you help me fetch a pot of water? There is some broken silver here.
, just treat it as errand fees."
When Liang Yan saw that he actually took out two pieces of silver from his sleeve and handed it to him, he couldn't help but smile and said: "There is a well behind the temple. If you are thirsty, just go and dig it yourself."
When he said these words, the blue-robed man's expression immediately turned from sunny to gloomy, and the hand holding out the silver froze in the air, unable to stretch or shrink, looking very embarrassed.
"Ha ha!"
Lin Yue, a man in purple clothes, saw that he was deflated and couldn't help but laugh: "Du Heng, I saw you were pretending, so I thought there was something special about you! Why, this beggar doesn't like you either!"
Liang Yan felt slightly strange when he heard this, and couldn't help but glance down before he realized what he was saying.
It turned out that he had been torn apart by the power of space, and his clothes were in rags and tatters. No wonder he was regarded as a wandering beggar by these people.
The young girl opposite looked over with disgust at this moment. She obviously regarded Liang Yan as a beggar. She couldn't help but take a few steps back and fanned her nose with her hand. She seemed to feel that Liang Yan was in the air.
of stench.
"Haha, your polite method won't work! For such a person who doesn't know how to praise, you have to let him suffer a little!"
Lin Yue stamped his feet and jumped up from where he was.
He deliberately showed off in front of the girl and used a fancy Qinggong skill. He tapped lightly on the branches of the willow tree in the courtyard and made a big circle before landing lightly in front of Liang Yan.
"I want you to know how powerful I am!"
Lin Yue sneered, raised his hand and punched Liang Yan directly in the chest.
Crack!
There was a sound of bones breaking!
Thanks to: Yu Xuanwa’s good friend, Son-in-law Sheng Qingtian, book friend 20200313200534280, book friend 20191009114434217 for the reward!
