Fang Qian sat calmly in the center of this temple, like a Buddha setting his eyes on every corner of the world.

At this time, the mist that had previously covered his eyes in this world had disappeared, or it was not that it had disappeared, but that he had completely understood the composition of the mist.

These fogs are the power of faith, and are accumulated by Buddhism for countless years and spread throughout the world.

He also possesses the power of faith, but his power of faith is like a drop in the ocean compared to the power of faith in this chessboard world, and it is simply incomparable.

Different beliefs are difficult to coexist, so they cannot see through the rules of this world and are corroded and assimilated by this world to the point where they are almost completely lost in memory.

If he hadn't noticed the glimmer of vitality left by Master Qishan at the last moment, he would have really left this world.

There was a little truth in those white lights, and this truth was the key to waking him out of the haze.

However, it is precisely because he has been confused for so many years that he has integrated into this world to a certain extent, so after he wakes up, he can already have a clear understanding of this world.

So the mist turned into by these powers of faith could no longer stop his gaze.

His eyes were really observing the world for the first time, and he saw a lot of things he had never imagined.

He saw the many wonderful uses of the power of faith, the many changes in the rules of the chessboard world, and the differences between the two worlds inside and outside the chessboard.

The longer he watched, the more he became happy. It was a kind of pleasure of drought and rain, which made him extremely addicted.

But while being addicted, he also unconsciously thought of the young monk he met before entering this temple.

At this time, he already knew that everyone in this world was born from a little spirituality after the death of Buddhist believers, combined with the power of faith.

It seems that there is birth, old age, sickness and death, but it is actually just a very true illusion.

The bloody scenes he saw before were actually just the illusion that this world was stopping him from stepping into this temple.

But that young monk was completely different because he was real, and might even be the only real existence in this world.

In the world created by Buddha, the only real existence is Buddha.

In other words, that young monk is actually the legendary Buddha who entered the eighth level of Nirvana.

只是他有些不解.

Because the other party appeared before he stepped into the temple, he undoubtedly came to stop him, but for some reason, he seemed to give up in the end.

He shook his head slightly and stopped thinking because he knew that the Buddha had always wanted to fight against Haotian, or Taoist sect.

Buddhism hides in the wasteland, bows its head under the Taoist sect, and rarely makes its own voice in the world.

But in the matter of Pope, Buddhism is much more active than Taoism.

Obviously, Buddhism is not willing to stay under the Taoist sect forever. However, with the existence of Haotian, Buddhism will never have a day to stand out, just like the existence of the God of Shocking Array, Taoist sect will never conquer Chang'an.

Therefore, the Taoist sect spent thousands of years to tear a hole in the Storm Formation in Chang'an City, and the Buddhism also spent thousands of years to create a chessboard world, waiting for Haotian to come to the world.

Fang Qian was able to plan with thousands of years of patience, but he did not intend to guess what the Buddha could set up such a big picture was. As long as he knew the other party’s final purpose and result, it would be enough.

So he began to fully realize everything in the chessboard world and abandon everything.

Time gradually passes, and the real world has begun to appear in twilight.

Guanhai couldn't help asking, "Teacher, when will Mr. Fourteen wake up?"

Master Qishan's eyes fell on the chessboard, and he seemed to see Fang Qian sitting cross-legged in the temple in the chessboard world.

He smiled and said, "It's so soon."

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of the mountain and soon appeared on the top of the mountain.

That was a monk named Qimei.

"Senior Brother Qishan, long time no see."

Master Qishan's expression changed slightly, and a strong sense of anxiety suddenly arose in his heart.

He said in a deep voice: "I have already left the Hanging Temple. I can't be the first brother of the Venerable Hall. The Hanging Temple has been separated from the secular world. Why did you come to my Mount Wa?"

Qi Mei looked at him with a calm expression, her eyes flashed across the ancient chessboard, and then fell on Fang Qian, whose eyes were closed.

"I'm here for him."

As his voice fell, another monk named Qi Nian was around him.

Master Qishan's heart sank and said, "He is a member of the academy and the 14th disciple of the Master. I have a close relationship with the great master of the academy and will never allow him to make any mistakes in Washan."

Qi Nian said nothing, but her expression became a little colder. Qi Mei sighed and said, "If you want to say no in this world, you always need some strength. My senior brother is now in a broken body, so why bother to get involved in these right and wrong?"

As he spoke, more and more monks appeared behind him.

Master Qishan looked at the scene with shock and said in disbelief: "You actually came out for him?"

Qimei said calmly: "In order to end the Son of Pluto and to save the end of the world, we naturally need to pay more attention."

Master Qishan shook his head and said, "He is not the Son of the Pluto. I don't know what happened to make you so sure of his identity, but through this chessboard, I can be sure that he is not the legendary Son of the Pluto."

Qimei's expression remained unchanged. At this time, no matter what the other party said, the decision of Hanging Temple could no longer be changed.

Even if the other party is really not the son of the Pluto, the people who killed their Hanging Temple always need to repay it.

He spoke, "Is that right? Xuankong Temple naturally has a way to prove his identity. Junior Brother Baoshu is the time for you to take action."

Behind him, a solemn monk stood up, holding a copper bell in his hand.

The copper bell has an ordinary color and unique style. It has a round and wide genre, and looks more like a small bell.

Master Qishan looked at the copper bell and his expression was slightly shocked.

"Meng Lan Jingling! You actually brought it too."

He wanted to say something, and a sound of chanting the scriptures was already heard.

The copper bell shook gently, and a crisp ring sounded at the top of the Washan Mountain.

The ringtone was compassionate and majestic. The moment it rang, it seemed that there was a lot of darkness in the world, and even the twilight in the sky seemed to be dispelled a lot.

The ringtone gradually spread, spread throughout the entire Washan Mountain, and naturally spread throughout the Lanke Temple.

Dangdangdang!

With the ringtone, the seventeen ancient bells in Lanke Temple also seemed to ring one by one. The bells were mixed with the ringtones became louder and louder, echoing around the entire Washan Mountain, and finally condensed under the huge Buddha statue on the top of Washan Mountain.

The Buddha's stone statue seemed to come alive in this sound, and a solemn Buddha light suddenly emerged in the twilight of the sky.

The Buddha's light fell calmly, covering Fang Qian, and the moment he was shrouded by the Buddha's light, his closed eyes suddenly opened.

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