"Rumble..."

Suddenly there was rolling thunder outside.

Through the open door of the main hall, you can see the sky outside is covered with dark clouds, the wind is raging, and there is faint thunder shining in the distance. It seems that the last thunderstorm from summer to autumn is here.

However, among the three hundred and sixty-eight monks in the temple, not a single pair of eyes saw this scene.

All the monks, regardless of whether they were tall or short, fat or thin, whether they were sitting in front or behind, far or near, all stretched their necks to look at the spiritual charm on the colorful glazed platform above, without feeling sore in their necks.

"Rumble..."

A thunderbolt exploded overhead.

The monks in the temple walked in separate lanes, depending on the depth of Buddhism. Some remained unmoved and continued to stare longingly at the watery aura on the colorful glazed platform above. Some were still a little afraid of the power of God, so they would tremble subconsciously.

, but even though his whole body was shaking, he refused to look away at all.

Some were even mumbling scriptures, but this seemed to have become a subconscious behavior, and it did not affect them at all from focusing all their attention on the treasure in front of them.

It seems that just looking at it is already a great joy and satisfaction, and there is no greater happiness in the world than this.

Everyone moves the same way.

The scene was a little strange for a moment.

The sound of rain gradually became clearer.

Until there was a bang at the door.

A tall, middle-aged figure, also wearing a monk's robe, stumbled in. His face was originally full of panic and eagerness, but as soon as he stepped across the threshold and steadied his body, he saw the figure on the colorful six-mile platform above.

Fang Shuixing's spirit suddenly became a little sluggish.

Fortunately, there were still some people in the palace who were not deeply addicted, or who still maintained some sense. They were disturbed by him and reluctantly looked back from above. Then they became angry and scolded:

"Why did you get in?"

"Where is this place for you to come?"

"You can also see the treasure?"

"What happened? Report it quickly!"

The yellow-robed monk below who had just entered was startled, and then he remembered his purpose, and stammered: "Reporting to the World Honored One and all Bodhisattva Arhats, a practitioner broke in outside the mountain. He was the one I saw that night.

A Taoist named Dayan is probably here to steal our treasure!"

"Steal the treasure?"

Everyone in the palace was shocked and woke up one after another.

"Who wants to steal the treasure?"

"Where are the treasure robbers?"

"Who dares?"

The hall was extremely noisy for a while.

All eyes were fixed on the new monk.

"Reporting to the World Honored One and all Arhat Bodhisattvas, that Taoist is only ten miles away from here. Many brothers and sisters tried to stop him, but they couldn't stop him." The monk said in a panic, but he still couldn't help but turn his gaze.

He cast his gaze upwards, and every time he glanced at Ling Yun, he would be stunned for a moment, "I would also like to ask the World Honored One and all the Bodhisattvas and Arhats to take a look."

"Go and see! Who is going?"

"Senior brother, please go!"

"Go away, I'm guarding the treasure here!"

"I also want to guard the treasure!"

"The Lord has decided! Listen to the Lord!"

"World Honored One!"

The monks all looked at the pot-bellied monk at the top.

But the pot-bellied monk only focused on Ling Yun and said without raising his head: "There are so many young men who can't stop me. He is really capable, so please invite the envoys to go with him!"

"Then I'll wait..."

"Those who went there that night worked hard. You don't have to go this time. You can view the treasures with me here!"

"yes……"

The more than a hundred yellow-robed monks sitting at the bottom were full of reluctance, but they were even more unwilling to let that Taoist come here to take away the treasure, and they did not dare to disobey the "World Honored One"'s will, so they all stood up and turned around with difficulty.

I left at a very fast pace. As I walked, I felt like I was walking on the wind, wanting to go back as quickly as possible.

The monk who reported the news retreated to a corner. He wanted to stay here and take a closer look at this treasure of heaven and earth, but he was also discovered and kicked out.

"Boom!"

The thunder outside became more and more harsh.

The sound of rain also became louder and louder.

Probably less than a quarter of an hour passed——

"Plop!"

The monk who reported the news came back again. At this time, he was soaked to the skin and stuck to his body, outlining his strong body and muscle outline. However, he became even more panicked. He could not even walk steadily and tripped over the threshold.

He rushed in and lay down on the floor of the hall, leaving a wet patch behind.

"Go back, report back to the World Honored One and all the Bodhisattvas and Arhats. More than a hundred envoys have gone, but they can't stop him. Now he is only five miles away from the big temple!"

Everyone in the palace was shocked when they heard this.

"How could this be?"

"Even if he is very powerful, it is impossible that more than a hundred envoys can't stop him!"

"I heard he still has treasures on him!"

"Is it the treasure that melts black ice?"

"What should I do now?"

Everyone became impatient and talked about it.

The monk who reported the news was waiting below, stretching his neck, staring longingly at the aura on the glass platform above, enjoying a moment of bliss.

The pot-bellied monk also stared at Lingyun and continued without raising his head: "In that case, please invite the Arhats to go with you."

"yes……"

More than a hundred monks stood up.

Some turned around in a circle and used their escape skills to disappear. Some waved their sleeves and turned into a gust of yellow wind and rushed out. They were actually quite capable.

"Rumble..."

The thunder was getting closer and closer, and there was a suffocating sense of oppression.

The rain made the roof of the temple rattle, water formed columns under the eaves, and the water on the rain bell flowed straight down, causing the bell to sway and make a tinkling sound.

Some panic began to fill the hall, but there were still many people who only focused on the treasure above, regardless of the wind and rain outside, or the Taoist priest approaching them.

"Bang..."

The wind blew the door, slamming it hard.

The rain outside was also blown in.

Also blown in by the wind was a frightened messenger monk.

"Oh no!"

This time, the monk who reported the message did not even immediately set his sights on the treasure on the glazed platform above. He stumbled in and could not stand firmly. He suddenly fell to his knees and was greeted by angry or questioning eyes from four directions.

The look in his eyes made him tremble even more:

"Report! Even the Arhats can't stop him. Now he is only two miles away from here!"

"..."

The palace was quiet for a moment.

Everyone was shocked and looked at each other.

"How can it be?"

"Don't make a false alarm!"

"The Arhats are all profound in their spiritual conduct, powerful in magic, have their own abilities, and there are so many of them. How can they not stop him?"

"this……"

The monk who reported the news just lay on the ground, shivering.

The monks knew that this was not a false alarm.
To be continued...