Zhang Muyang, who was standing at the foot of the mountain, pointed to the temple that was looming on the hillside and said, "There is Xiangyun Temple on the mountain."

After getting off the plane, Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing did not rest, so they took a taxi directly to the foot of Xiangyun Temple. This place was not as quiet and ancient temple as Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing imagined. Instead, it looked like a small tourist area. There were people coming and going on the mountain, and the concentration of spiritual energy was just a little higher than in the city, and there was nothing special.

The two of them walked up and walked straight to the middle of the mountain. When they were about to approach Xiangyun Temple, the mountain road changed from a gentle to a relatively rugged and difficult mountain path. At this time, the pine and cypress on both sides were shaded. When the mountain wind blew, the branches swayed and rustled, which made them feel a bit quiet and elegant.

Ling Bing nodded and said, "There is something interesting here, but the spiritual energy and the foot of the mountain have not changed much, and the traces of artificiality are too strong."

Zhang Muyang said: "Don't worry, let's take a look."

Continue to move forward, the scenery on the mountain is even better. It takes about seven or eight minutes. A row of buildings appeared in front of me, built along the mountain. It looks quaint, but in fact it was processed by later generations. Not to mention monks like Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing, even ordinary people can see some clues. In the middle of the mountain gate, there is a plaque, Xiangyun Temple, and an iron-painted silver hook.

He climbed up the steps and entered the temple gate. From time to time, pilgrims came in and out. The monk who knew the guests came to greet the two and asked, "Are the two donors here to burn incense?"

Zhang Muyang nodded, took out a few bills from his pocket, handed them directly into the merit box, and said to the monk: "My fiancée and I come here for a walk, you don't have to worry about us."

When the monk saw the money, his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth looked like something. He pretended to say a Buddha's name, nodded and said, "Since you are here from afar, if you are tired, you can enjoy the fragrant tea for guests in the wing room. As for the temple, you can also enter and exit at will, but please do not disturb the Buddha loudly, it will be bad if you disturb the Buddha."

Zhang Muyang nodded and pulled Ling Bing to look around the temple. It seemed that there were ordinary people coming and going here, and he did not find any formation. Ling Bing looked at the monk who was walking away and couldn't help but smile: "The monk just now collected the money, but he was afraid that we would disturb the Buddha. Isn't he afraid that the Buddha would see him collect the money?"

Zhang Muyang pinched her nose and said, "Monks also want to have a meal. Besides, in Journey to the West, Buddhas have to take advantage of it. It will be a big deal for them to collect some money."

Xiangyun Temple is not big. Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing walked for half an hour and walked around the temple for most of them, but they did not find anything. Zhang Muyang used his spiritual sense to scan it several times. Not to mention monks, there were not even warriors. They were all wine and meat monks. As for any strange things, they didn't notice them at all.

Ling Bing glanced for a few times and said, "Why should we bring Xiaobai here? It has a special sense of spiritual energy, and maybe it can find something." The little white fox in Ling Bing's mouth was the one that Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing met in the nameless valley last time, and they were quite sensitive to spiritual energy.

Just as Zhang Muyang was about to answer the conversation, he suddenly moved his eyes. He reached out and pushed open the back door of the courtyard and stepped to the back mountain of Xiangyun Temple.

After turning a few turns along the path in the back mountain, a valley suddenly appeared, surrounded by mountains, and there was only one road to the valley. At the end of the path, there was a dilapidated temple. It looked like it had not been repaired for many years, and weeds grew on the walls of the temple. On the horizontal plaque of the temple, there were also three words "Xiangyun Temple" written!

Zhang Muyang looked at the temple and smiled slightly, "No wonder, no wonder."

Ling Bingwen also looked at the temple. Apart from feeling a little dilapidated, she didn't notice anything else. Seeing Zhang Muyang chuckling, she couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Muyang did not explain, but pointed to the small courtyard and said, "There is the real Xiangyun Temple, let's go and take a look."

Following the path down the valley and walking to the temple, he saw that the temple gate was hidden. Zhang Muyang was not polite and pushed the door directly into it. It was not until he entered the temple that Ling Bing noticed a trace of strangeness. There was actually a formation blocking here, and it was similar to the formation set up by Zhang Muyang in the Zhang family, which could actually lock in the spiritual energy. The spiritual energy in this temple was several times richer than outside, comparable to the nameless valley they had encountered before.

The courtyard of this temple is paved with square bricks, clean and tidy. An old tree is planted in a corner of the courtyard. Under the tree is a stone table. In the center of the courtyard, an incense burner stands. Behind the incense burner is the main hall of the temple, where several Bodhisattvas are enshrined in it.

There are side halls on both sides of the temple. There are only three buildings in total. Just when Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing finished looking at the courtyard, an old monk walked out of the hall in the center. He looked at his face at about sixty years old.

The old monk was kind-hearted and had a huge earlobe, but his robe was a little worn, but it was clean and tidy. He was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. When he saw Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing, he said with a smile on his face: "I don't want a fellow Taoist to visit today. I'm not going to see you, but I'm going to see you."

As he said that, he gave a Buddhist tribute to Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing. The old monk actually saw the identities of Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing at a glance, and was called a fellow Taoist.

Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing's expression remained unchanged, and they politely said, "The old abbot is disturbing." He also saw the monk's cultivation level, the peak of the Qi Refining Period, and was only a little short of breaking through.

The old monk said, "I haven't been here for a long time. I don't think I'm disturbing or disturbing. After finally having a fellow Taoist visit, I should have a good treat. Please invite you both."

The old monk said, "I want to welcome Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing into the side room."

Zhang Muyang said: "I still understand the rules when I go to the temple to burn incense."

The old monk laughed and said, "Good, good, two fellow Taoists burn incense first, I'll prepare some tea." After that, he turned around and entered the room.

When Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing entered the temple, they narrowed their eyes when they saw the Buddha statue. After burning incense, the old monk invited Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing into the wing room. The decorations in the room were simple, with tables and chairs in the middle, a stone bed on the far right side of the room, a wooden cabinet next to the bed, a futon on the ground, and a straw raincoat hanging on the wall.

The old monk asked Zhang Muyu and the other two to sit down and said, "The two fellow Taoists are very disgusted. I only have a pot of rough tea and a plate of wild fruits here."

Zhang Muyang smiled and said, "How could it be, people who practice should do this."

Perhaps because I haven't seen a fellow practitioner for a long time, the old monk was quite hospitable and enthusiastic. He discussed a lot of things about practice with Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing. When discussing the Tao, they informed each other of their names.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Muyang suddenly asked, "Master Huijue, I'll ask, "Do you have a formation here?"

Monk Huijue was stunned for a moment, and then said, "It's true that I can't hide it from fellow Taoists. There is indeed a formation here to lock spiritual energy."

Zhang Muyang was not unfamiliar with the existence of the formation or suddenly. When he was dealing with Zhang Mukun and his son, his blood search technique was invalid due to the barrier of the formation. Later, he went to see the formation again, but the formation was invalid due to human factors, which made Zhang Muyang sigh for a long time.
Chapter completed!