"Slow down, slow down,"

Another voice said among the clouds and smoke.

"Master Dao Jing, Jinshan Temple is the place of Buddhism after all. Now in the prosperous period of the Tang Dynasty, it is far beyond the ancient times. There is no way to reach it. The emperor is the leader of the world. Everything is in order and cannot be violated lightly."

This person spoke cryptically.

The implication behind his words was that the Emperor of China respected Buddha, and that the Emperor Master, who few people had actually seen and whose profound meaning was unknown, was also a member of the Buddhist sect.

Other things are fine, but once Buddhism is involved, things become complicated.

Among those present, only Kong Yi from the Tantric Qinglong Temple was from the Buddhist sect, and the others were all from the Taoist sect.

To say this, in fact, it means that Taoism is not as good as Buddhism nowadays, which still hurts your self-esteem, and it is impossible to explain it clearly.

"Buddhism...so what?"

Dao Jing, the old Taoist priest, said disdainfully: "It's just a little-known Jinshan Temple. Are we still afraid of it?"

"Master Tao, please forgive me for speaking bluntly. You and I are the leaders of the Taoist sect. Every move we make is subject to the majesty of the Taoist sect. Let alone a mere Jinshan Temple. Even if the emperor's master comes in person, you and I cannot show weakness, otherwise our Taoist sect

Where is the face?"

"Master Kongyi, the old Taoist can't hide his words in his heart. These words are not directed at Buddhism, but there are always some unscrupulous people in each sect. Please forgive me."

Master Kongyi said: "Amitabha, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. The Buddha's light shines universally, but there are also filthy places where it can't shine. Buddhism is vast, and it is inevitable that there will be filth."

"However, what Tao Zhenren said makes sense,"

"We, who are not Buddhas, still need to maintain self-restraint at all times and diligently wipe away the dirt in our hearts to keep our hearts bright and clean. If there are unfilial people who have gone astray, we should warn them in time. If they are really stubborn, they will resort to diamond methods.

Only by clearing the door for my Buddhist sect will we be able to follow the right path."

Dao Jing, the old Taoist, was disdainful and did not want to do what he said, but the other party was all high-level cultivators from famous sects, and their cultivation levels were not lower than his.

With such a consensus, he could no longer refute, and looked at the last person with a little hope: "Zhenzhen Zhang, Longhu Mountain is the leader of Taoism, and Zhang Tianshi of your sect is the leader among Taoism monks in the world. Is it possible that he is afraid that he will not dare to come out to see you?"

What kind of imperial master is human?"

"Although Longhushan does not dare to claim to be a master, he only acts in accordance with justice and the right path, and does not differ from person to person."

There was a hint of provocation in Dao Jing's words. Master Zhang didn't get angry at all. He just smiled heartily, but his words also contained strong confidence: "If Brother Pindao is here, I won't be afraid of him, but Master Tao and Kong

What Master Yi said is not unreasonable, Dao Jing Zhenren, we should wait for a while."

Hearing this, Old Taoist Dao Jing knew that his plan had failed, so he could only suppress his anger and said: "So, then let those evil obstacles escape?"

Master Zhang muttered: "If he is allowed to enter Jinshan Temple without any support, we will not be able to ask for it."

"That's it, Master Kongyi is also asked to use the magical power of the Vajra Mandala Dharma Realm to help the poor Taoist. When the poor Taoist casts the spell, he will be captured first. With the snake demon in hand, the evildoer named Bai Suzhen can come.

I will not ignore it, and I will also be able to show my reputation and confront the Jinshan Temple to find out if it is really colluding with the evildoer."

Master Tao said happily: "Oh? Master Zhang has this magical power, it will really open our eyes."

Master Kongyi said: "It is my duty as a poor monk."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kong Yi opened his hands, and streaks of golden light appeared between the two palms, growing and spreading like branches and vines.

In an instant, an extremely complicated pattern was sketched out.

There are two divisions vertically and horizontally, dividing the pattern into nine parts.

There is a round wheel in each point, and the round wheels rotate round and round, seemingly endlessly.

There is also the outline of Buddha's shadow in the circle.

It is so mysterious and unpredictable that just taking a look at it can make you feel dizzy.

Is this the magical power of the Vajra Mandala of Qinglong Temple?

Even though the people next to him were all highly accomplished people, they couldn't help but secretly marvel.

Master Kongyi pushed his hands and looked into the sky at the complicated and unpredictable patterns in his hands.

Countless circular wheels among them were rotating, and one of them suddenly expanded and rotated rapidly.

In just an instant, it expanded to several feet in diameter.

The round wheel suddenly opened, revealing a rocky reef and a temple standing on the rushing river. It was the Jinshan Temple.

Several figures have already crossed the Rakshasa River and climbed onto the rocky reef. They are only a few steps away from entering the temple gate.

Master Kongyi shouted: "Zhenren Zhang!"

The real person laughed loudly: "The picture of Changle Juntian, please appreciate it!"

"go!"

He unfolded his sleeves, and a scroll flew out of his sleeves and went straight into the holed round wheel.

Xue Jinghong, Xiao Qing and Xu Xian, who had arrived in front of the Jinshan Temple, suddenly noticed that the sky above their heads suddenly lit up.

He couldn't help but raise his head.

Xue Jinghong and Xiao Qing were immediately shocked.

An extremely simple three-foot scroll is slowly unfolding above the clear blue sky.

On the scroll, there are auspicious clouds lingering, immortal palaces, and various auspicious beasts and scenery, all lifelike.

It makes people doubt whether the heavenly palace or fairyland has appeared in this world.

That's what Xu Xian thought.

I thought I had seen the legendary fairy court in heaven, and I was so happy that I prostrated myself.

"fool!"

Xiao Qing cursed angrily, grabbed him, and tried to escape as fast as possible.

The moment Xue Jinghong saw the scroll, he already rubbed oil on the soles of his feet.

But neither Xiaoqing nor Xue Jinghong could take a step forward.

Even if Xue Jinghong just lifts his foot, he can step into the threshold of Jinshan Temple.

Half a step away, the scroll in the sky suddenly felt like a chasm under the unparalleled suction force.

"Xu Xian!"

Xiaoqing desperately fought against the terrifying suction force, but Xu Xian in her hand had already flown away.

I was directly sucked up to the sky by that scroll.

It actually became smaller and smaller, and within a breath, it was like sinking into the water, submerging into the painting.

When she screamed, she couldn't resist the suction force and was pulled upwards little by little.

"Ahhh!"

Xue Jinghong screamed crazily, and four colors of energy erupted from his body, billowing like thick smoke.

But he couldn't escape the suction of the scroll, which resulted in the same result as Xiaoqing.

"Zen Master Fahai! Help!"

Xue Jinghong shouted in horror at the top of his voice.

This picture is really terrible.

His martial arts are so powerful that it is no exaggeration to say that he can break mountains and crack the earth.

But in front of this thing, there is no ability to resist at all?

Is this the legendary fairy magic weapon?

It just hangs!

In fact, it's not that he has no way to escape, it's just that he can't let go.

Moreover, he is gambling.

He did not believe that the dead monk Fahai would allow others to arrest him at the door of his house.

No matter what, I was working for him, even if it was a dog. With that damn monk's temperament, I could bully him at will, but I couldn't let outsiders beat him.

Xue Jinghong only met Fa Hai twice, but he already thought he knew the monk very well.

This dead monk is not as compassionate and broad-minded as he appears on the surface!

Just when the two of them were almost sucked into the painting, a big hand covering the sky suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Xue Jinghong was overjoyed.
Chapter completed!