"Amitabha~ good, good!" Seeing this scene, Master Changhui clasped his hands together, bowed his head and bowed, and secretly praised: "The Dharma is boundless!"

"Changhui, are you in the temple? Are you Changsheng and others?" A loud voice sounded from the air above the upper left of Master Changhui.

"Ah? Master Yuandao?" Master Changhui turned his head and saw a monk who was much thinner than him floating in the air. He exclaimed without realizing his exclamation. But when he looked back, there were two old monks who were also floating in the air, he was even more shocked: "Master Yuanming, Master Yuanwu, are you... all out?"

"How can we not know about Guiyuan Pagoda so mutated? Can we still hide aside and practice steadily?" A monk's voice was a little hoarse: "Where is Changsheng? Not in the temple?"

"Yes, Master Yuanming, Abbot Changsheng has already left the temple, and brought junior brother Chang Geng and senior brother Changxing, as well as a disciple in the temple!"

"Huh? Such a big mess? What are they going to do?"

"Master Bingyuanwu, according to my disciples, there have been colorful lights in Yaoshan in recent times. It is said that a strange treasure of immortals was born. The abbot took his disciples to check it out!"

"The Immortal Treasure?" Master Yuanwu frowned and nodded slightly: "Then you should go and take a look. Don't let that thing fall into the hands of others!"

"Yes, the abbot said this, so he asked his disciples to stay in the temple and brought the elites from the temple... to Yaoshan, hoping to bring the treasures of the immortal way back to my Dalin Temple and stay next to my Buddha!"

"Yeah" Master Yuanwu no longer paid attention to it, looked at Yuanming and Yuandao, and the three of them had no color on their faces.

"Master Yuanwu, this Guiyuan Pagoda..." After waiting for a while, he looked at the Buddha's light for a moment. Master Changhui tentatively said: "According to the classics in the temple, my Dalin Temple has a legacy. The Buddha's light appears on Guiyuan Pagoda, which is the Guiyuan Catastrophe. All the Taoist monks must respond to the disaster, but they don't know... How do I deal with my Dalin Temple now?"

Master Yuandao looked at the sky-sky light and the Buddha's kingdom in the light, and said, "How else should I deal with it? I have already dealt with it, how else should I deal with it?"

"This..." Master Changhui was slightly stunned, then understood, clasped his hands together, and recited: "Disciple understands, good, good!"

While speaking, the Buddha's light on Guiyuan Pagoda was very prosperous, almost burning. In the blink of an eye, a black fog appeared suddenly from the bottom of the Buddha's light. Once the black fog appeared, it turned into a black thread and wrapped around the bottom of the Buddha's light.

Then, as the black line was increasingly spreading upwards, gradually swallowing the Buddha's flames. The originally nine-colored light slowly turned into a pitch-black color. When the entire Buddha's light was rendered black, the surroundings of the Talin forest also looked gloomy, and the monks shrank their necks unconsciously.

After the Buddha's light turned black, the shape began to change constantly, and for a moment, gradually fixed. From a distance, it turned out to be like a black lotus!

"Guiyuan Tribulation! This is Guiyuan Tribulation!" Master Yuandao murmured: "Although Buddhism is boundless, it cannot be saved from people without fate. Only by responding to the disaster with one's own body can one cultivate to achieve countless disasters and overcome countless people!"

"Yes, my Buddha is merciful. He responds to the disaster with himself, transforms into a Buddha lotus, and reborn with the demon kalpa, bathes in the demon fire, and is the return to the original kalpa!"

The black fire lotus also verified Master Yuanwu's murmuring. He swayed a few times and suddenly restrained. The entire Guiyuan Tower returned to its original appearance. The blue sky and white mountains around it also returned to their original colors!

Master Changhui had only read the classics, but had never seen them before. At this moment, he was stunned. Seeing such a charming scene, he exclaimed unconsciously. Then, he rubbed his eyes incredibly and exclaimed again: "Huh?" because in his eyes, the Guiyuan Tower seemed to have damaged its vitality, and it looked like a human being, much more depressed!

"How is this... possible?" Master Changhui was about to take a closer look when he saw a human form turning from behind Guiyuan Tower and flying straight towards them!

"Who is this...?" Master Changhui was completely shocked. Today he really opened his eyes. Is there a monk in this world who has a higher cultivation level than Master Yuandao and others...?

But no, the figure soon arrived in front of him, and it was a bald monk!

"Can it be...in the Guiyuan Tower..." Master Changhui's heart jumped, but looking at his gradually clear face, Master Changhui didn't realize that he was puzzled: "Why is the face of this... the old monk so familiar? But where have you seen it?"

Not only Master Changhui secretly accepted it, but the monks in Dalin Temple in the mountains were all dumbfounded, and only Master Yuandao floating out of thin air. When Master Yuanming and Master Yuanwu saw the old monk, they all respected their faces. With the magic power, they met him. When they approached, they clasped their hands together and lowered their eyebrows and said, "Disciple, I have seen Master Tiangang!"

"Master Tiangang...he is Master Tiangang!" Master Changhui made a sound from the bottom of his heart, and the expression on his face was immediately replaced by a kind of reverence and a desire, and a feeling of seeing a person in a dream arises naturally.

Master Changhui couldn't help but feel respectful. Master Tiangang was the third generation of Master Changhui. He was also from the Prajna Hall. He was a famous figure in the world a hundred years ago. His cultivation of immortals chasing the previous generation of the Tianlong Sect. In the story of Dalin Temple subduing demons and demons a hundred years ago, Master Tiangang was almost the protagonist. The limelight covered up the abbot of his generation and almost became the representative of Dalin Temple.

In the world a hundred years ago, you can’t know who the abbot of Dalin Temple was, but it is impossible not to know the name of Master Tiangang of Prajna Hall!

However, later Tiangang killed the Tianlong Sect alone and wanted to decide a male and female with the leader of the Tianlong Sect, Di Shitian, to see who is the number one in the world. However, Tiangang will never come back. No one in the entire world knows the result of that battle, nor does anyone know who is the number one in the world. The Tianlong Sect did not say the result of that battle. But soon after, the Tianlong Sect stopped in the world, and it was much less arrogant!

Master Changhui grew up listening to the legend of Master Tiangang. How can we not be surprised to see the real person at this time? The powerful person a hundred years ago has survived to this day!

Master Tiangang fell to the height, level with Master Yuandao and others, and also bowed slightly, whispering: "Wait... can you see the Guiyuan Tribulation?"

"I have seen it, please give me advice!"

Master Tiangang shook his head: "I have nothing to give you guidance. The last time I returned to the Yuan tribulation was a hundred years ago. I have not had high cultivation and did not go deep into the rivers and lakes to respond. There were no major changes in Dalin Temple, and there were no big winds and waves in the rivers and lakes, so I have seen it for the first time like you!"

Then, he looked back at the Guiyuan Tower in the distance and said, "I immediately rushed over when I felt the changes in the energy of heaven and earth. I witnessed the entire process of Guiyuan Calamity. However,... Guiyuan Tower has its own space, and its spiritual consciousness cannot enter. I don't know what changes have happened in it."

"How should disciples... respond to the disaster?" Master Yuanming said carefully.

"Hasn't Changsheng gone out? Yaoshan has produced the magic weapon of the immortal path, which has caused the whole world to be excited. It is the place where we are dealing with the disaster!"

"According to Master's teachings, I will leave the temple now and go to pursue the nephew of the Longsheng!"

"Well, wait first, I will go when the time is right!" After Master Tiangang said that, his body floated and flew to Master Changhui, and said with a smile: "Changhui, you shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting the temple. You don't have to deal with the disaster, so you can do it yourself!"

"Yes!" Master Changhui bowed.

When he looked up, Master Tiangang had already flew to Dalin Temple, looking at the direction of the Sutra Pavilion!

"Ah???" Master Changhui finally remembered that Master Tiangang is the old monk sweeping the floor in the Sutra Pavilion? He has been sweeping the floor in the Sutra Pavilion since he was a child!

"Fortunately..." Master Changhui recalled that although he was surprised by Master Tiangang in the Sutra Pavilion, he was always respectful and had no rudeness.

Master Yuandao, Master Yuanming and Master Yuanwu looked at each other, lowered their heads and said, "Nephew Changhui, I will leave Dalin Temple to you. I will restrain my disciples and take care of myself!"

"Disciple knows!" Master Changhui clasped his hands together and bowed, "Disciple wishes the three masters to return soon!"

"Yeah~" Master Yuandao nodded slightly, flicked his sleeves and flew away in the air, gradually getting farther away!

Seeing the three masters missing, Master Changhui waved his hand and shouted: "Disciples... Go back to the temple quickly. Without my consent, you are not allowed to leave the temple without permission!"

"Yes~" The disciples of Dalin Temple in the mountains finally breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't know what Guiyuan Tribulation was, and their eyes were just novel and passionate.

But for a moment, the pagoda forest of Dalin Temple returned to the silence that had not changed for tens of thousands of years. No monk of Dalin Temple left, but... the unchanging thing is the surface. What is inside the pagoda? What is inside the Guiyuan Tower? Who can know?

Perhaps the cold wind that has remained unchanged for thousands of years and the eternal sunset can see this... everything unknown!

Outside Pingyang City, in Piaomiao Villa, and in the conference hall, Chu Yunfei was talking to Li Jian and others about what Hu Yunyi led to do in recent years, and saw Zhang Xiaohu coming in from outside with a relaxed look on his face.

"Zhang Da Gang~" Chu Yunfei stood up politely.

When Li Jian and others heard this, they turned around and looked, got up quickly, Wen Wenhai stepped forward a few steps, and said with concern: "What's wrong? Xiaohu, what's going on?"

After Zhang Xiaohu left, Wen Wenhai thought about all the methods, it was nothing more than killing people to silence them. But... let alone Zhang Xiaohu's martial arts skills are not good, even if he killed the two, how could the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect face the disciples of the Chuanxiang Sect who were not inferior to their strength?

The young disciples of the Piaomiao Sect and the older generation of disciples who have recovered some martial arts seem to be just a little better than the disciples of the Chuanxiang Sect!

Seeing Master’s concern, Zhang Xiaohu smiled and said, “It’s okay, Master, don’t worry!”

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