Hearing the old turtle's words, Ding Ning frowned and asked, "Do you think my blood is related to something deep in the Kunlun Mountains?"

Ding Ning couldn't help but wonder, was the old turtle talking about his father who had been missing for many years?

At that time, Ouyang Xuewei also said that his father guided her to Kunlun Mountain and made her a warrior, and said that his father had been waiting for him to enter Kunlun Mountain.

"All this is not clear at the moment. You should use the talisman to lock your mind first, so as not to lose your mind anymore. Let the rest of me and the old turtle come!"

"Oh well!"

Ding Ning obediently took out the talisman and blocked his mind. The feeling was very strange just now. He just heard the bell and felt that his soul was out of his body and he didn't remember anything in his mind, but he vaguely remembered what he saw, but he couldn't recall it.

Moreover, Ding Ning's mental power is already very strong now. Not to mention being the same as the saint, but it is at least a little bit short of it, but this is also due to practicing the soul-catching technique.

"That ancient temple is very strange. Let's go there first to see what we can find. Maybe it should belong to the ancient ones."

"Ancient?"

After this period of historical understanding, Ding Ning realized that the original glorious Yingmao Star was only ancient. Yingmao Star gradually declined in the later period, and primitive human tribes had just appeared on Earth.

If it is ancient, then that era is an existence that is even farther away than that of ancient times.

The ancient temple was quite close to them, but it took them three hours to arrive. The area of ​​this ancient temple is large or small, only about a hundred square meters.

The entire ancient temple was pitch black and seemed to have been poured with black water, but it was already ruined, and some roofs even had holes that were broken without sheltering from the wind or rain.

In the front courtyard, a piece of wall had collapsed, and the floor was covered with weeds. You can still see a black iron tree planted inside. There was a bell hanging next to the temple. What was amazing was that it did not fall off and was covered with thick snow.

All of this seems to be telling everyone that this ancient temple is just an ordinary temple.

But such an ancient temple made Ding Ning and his group afraid to show off, and they were even walking with their breath.

Because this ancient temple contains a strong Buddhist rhyme, which emits like the light of Buddha, just like hundreds of Buddhas chanting sutras in their ears to save all sentient beings.

Such Buddhist rhyme is absolutely supreme glory for monks, but for Ding Ning and the old turtle, they are crises everywhere and die at any time. There seem to be thousands of sharp swords hanging on their heads above their heads. As long as they dare to act rashly, they will be destroyed in an instant.

"Dong!!!"

Suddenly, the ancient and melodious bell came again. The old turtle was so scared that it hid in its turtle shell. Ding Ning, who was beside the old turtle, was shocked by the shock wave emitted by the bell, and his body flew backwards like a kite with broken strings, covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Hua Manlou's face turned pale and he quickly ran over and grabbed Ding Ning, saying, "Hurry, follow this Taoist priest to recite the scriptures, don't stop."

Although Ding Ning couldn't understand the scriptures, he still started to recite them with Hua Manlou. The two of them gradually sat cross-legged and began to recite the scriptures rhythmically.

Gradually, Ding Ning felt that the oppression around him had obviously subsided a lot. The feeling just now was like a little ghost rashly entering Buddhism and being stared at by gods from all walks of life.

Ding Ning also realized that chanting scriptures was only effective for him. Hua Manlou was fine, he was just helping him.

The old turtle next to him poked his head out embarrassedly and hurried over to follow Hua Manlou to start chanting scriptures. After reading for a while, the old turtle's eyes changed when he looked at Hua Manlou, and then continued to chant scriptures.

Ding Ning became proficient in chanting scriptures and began to discover the magical point. Every time he recited a sentence, he felt that he was one step closer to his mind. He was chanting scriptures peacefully like a Buddha.

At this time, the power around was also constantly integrating into Ding Ning's body, and countless golden Buddhist scriptures formed around Ding Ning, slowly entering the body, as if some powerful force was injected into it.

Ding Ning felt like he was in a cradle like a baby, enjoying bathing in the Buddha's light. Of course, his body also emitted the Buddha's light and became crystal clear.

Within just a few minutes of chanting the scriptures, Ding Ning felt that he was vaguely breaking through the shackles. The scriptures taught by Hua Manlou were simply more mysterious than every skill he practiced. It not only improved his cultivation, but also tempered his state of mind and calmed himself down.

He felt that his internal organs, his extraordinary meridians and eight meridians were sublimated at this moment.

This scripture is definitely of great value and is of great help to me, but unfortunately, Hua Manlou just read the previous paragraph to help him relieve the sense of oppression, otherwise Ding Ning would almost feel that he could make a breakthrough here.

Ding Ning's body reached an unprecedented saturation state, and the power was concentrated in his chest, as if it could be released at any time.

Hua Manlou worried, "Old Ding, how are you? Is there any impact?"

"It's much better, and my mind has also stabilized, but here, my body seems to be restricted."

The old turtle also slowed down at this time and explained, "Of course, this ancient temple is actually not a temple, but a magical artifact. Although it is already ruined, the pressure it emits itself is already powerful enough that it cannot be fought against."

"Is this a magical artifact?"

"Yes, I just observed it for a while. If I explain it, the only way is this. If it is an ancient temple, it would never be able to withstand tens of thousands of years of destruction. After so many years, even if it is protected by a forbidden cover, it will now become a pile of ruins." The old turtle said.

Hearing the old turtle's explanation, Hua Manlou's saliva was almost falling to the ground, and his eyes shining, "Boy, old turtle, I have picked up a treasure this time. Originally, I was a Taoist priest who was a dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism. Don't think about it, the demon clan, you, you must not touch it. It is not suitable for Brother Ding to enter the Tao again. Now the only one who can take this artifact is the best one!"

Ding Ning and the old turtle rolled their eyes one after another. The old turtle waved his hand and said, "You can do whatever you want. This kind of thing is based on fate. If it doesn't work, let's try again."
Chapter completed!