Chapter 1615: One Zen Jie (two more monthly tickets)

The ancient temple has long since disappeared.
The Lord of the Pure Land turned over his palm, and the golden clouds roared, once again condensing an ancient temple.
Qin Xuan glanced at the two great Buddha masters coldly, and said lightly: "Before the event opens, the twelve-leaf golden immortal lotus will be sent to a Zen temple."
Qin Xuan walked forward, with Xiao Wu behind, saluting the two immortal Buddha masters, and then looking towards Wukong.
"Foster father, let the dust go first..."
"Lie Chen, would you still call me a foster father?" Wukong's face turned pale, looking at Xiao Wu, his eyes trembled.
"Foster father, you can just say it directly..." Xiao Wu smiled softly, and Buddha Guangying Jiao Rong, "How can you refuse to dust?"
She lightly nodded to Wukong, and then followed Qin Xuan.
"Well, you are not a kid!"
"Are you not going to talk to me? Qin Xuan!"
"Sneak kiss you, why be so stingy..."
Xiao Wu whispered softly, making Wukong's eyes red.
"No time, let go!"
"In the end, there are few wicked people in the world, and everyone is a demon." The master of Xianchan Temple sighed softly.
"If you are ashamed of the dust, and the rest of your life is still long, how can you delay it for nothing?"
"Yes, the temple master!" Wukong looked up to the sky, folded his hands together, "Amitabha!"
...
Outside the ancient temple, Qin Xuan and Xiao Wu went one after the other in the eyes of many Xianmai Supreme.
"Qin Xuan!" Xiao Wu smiled bitterly, looking at the white dress.
Qin Xuan finally paused, "I am not angry!"
Xiao Wu was startled slightly, his eyes drooping.
Qin Xuan turned his head, he gently patted Xiao Wu's head, "This is only one case, not allowed next time!"
His voice was soft, his eyes calm as he turned around.
The vast sky of stars, the cause and effect are complicated, how can you not be contaminated by it.
The catastrophe is inevitable, and Qin Changqing alone is enough to cut the rest.
Secretary Huangquan!
I almost died three times in the previous life. In this life, I want to see if you can survive from my Qin Changqing sword.
Xiao Wu raised his head and looked at Qin Xuan, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
She pursed her lips, and seemed to be laughing, like a child stealing candy, complacent.
Immediately, she followed Qin Xuan and stood beside Qin Xuan.
Everything seems to have never happened.
Only those many immortal veins supreme, with a blank face, until the two great Buddha masters walked out and slowly dispersed.
Three thousand golden clouds, Qin Xuan and Xiao Wu run wild.
At this moment, Qin Xuan's eyes moved slightly, and a sound transmission jade slip appeared in his hand.
"Emperor Qing, a Zen temple is in trouble!"
"difficult!?"
The voice fell into Xiao Wu's ears, causing Xiao Wu's expression to change slightly.
This is Yunyu's transmission, if it were not for a crisis, Yunyu would never transmit to Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan seemed to perceive Xiao Wu's anxiety and anxiety, and immediately stepped on his feet, holding Xiao Wu in one hand, and heading straight for a Buddhist temple.
...
In a Buddhist temple, the corner of the old monk's mouth was stained with blood, and in front of the old monk, a young man like a nobleman stood with a gun.
"One Zen, the cycle of cause and effect, you should have expected this day!"
The young man slowly spoke, and the supreme of a Zen temple had almost been severely injured. There was even a monk who had died, like a rock sitting in the courtyard.
A lot of people gathered around, everyone's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Tianjiao, who deserves to be the thirtieth place on the immortal list, swept a dozen supreme monasteries, and even severely injured the master of a Zen monastery!" The supreme spoke slowly, and his voice was solemn.
Lingyun, known as the Little Spear Immortal in the cultivation world, has joined the Dao for seven thousand years and entered the Mahayana for 15,000 years. Behind him is a four-rank family. But since the emergence of Lingyun, the Ling Family has There is a big family of second grades.
These are all developed by Lingyun alone, and now the lifespan is less than 20,000, but it is already a middle-grade Mahayana, a half-step top-grade cultivation base.
"The master of a Buddhist monastery killed the ancestor of the spiritual family in the early years. This enmity Lingyun must be retributed. Alas, I thought that Lingyun would have to be at least Mahayana high grade to reach a Buddhist monastery. Pity.
"Yi Zen is too kind. If the spirit family was destroyed in the first place, why did this happen?" There was a man in the magic clothes with cold eyes.
This is a demon cultivator, but it appears on this buddha soil.
Tongtian Demon Mountain, the Supreme Profound Blood!
This is a Mahayana high-grade immortal supreme who came here to observe the ceremony, and when he noticed this scene, he came to observe.
The many Buddhas on the side frowned, how could the Buddha cultivation be the same as your magic cultivation, slaughtering people at every turn, my Buddha is compassionate, how could the master of a Zen temple do such things in the first place.
In the field, a Zen slowly stood up, his shoulder blades had penetrating injuries, and the pale golden blood soaked the temple robe.
"Lingyun donor, this calamity, the old should take care of it, and I still hope that I did not hurt the spiritual family at the beginning, and the donor should not do anything to me, a Buddhist temple!"
"Blood debts, blood, old monk, one person will pay for it!"
With a sad expression on his face, he looked at Lingyun.
This is Xianbang Tianjiao!
Once upon a time, he also had the ability to be in the top fifty of the immortal list, but compared with Lingyun, it was a world of difference.
Lingyun is only a middle-grade Mahayana, but he can sweep the entire Yichan Temple alone, and he is not even his opponent.
This immortal list seems to be different from the immortal list tens of thousands of years ago...
It has long been said that in today's era, the backs are frequent, and the arrogance is endless, and many older generations don't take it seriously.
Now, Lingyun realized that this is true.
It's a pity that fate will fall, so what's the use of such distracting thoughts?
"If you haven't hurt my spiritual family, you dare not use it to break Buddhism." Lingyun said coldly and proudly: "As for your Zen temple, you will die even if you have a Zen. It's a small temple, so what's the use of it!"
Lingyun took a step forward, "Today, if you scatter all the disciples in the temple, I will not kill anyone!"
"Otherwise, if there is one person in a temple, I will kill one person, if there are a hundred people, I will kill a hundred people, and if no one leaves the temple, I will slaughter the entire temple!"
If the sound contains monstrous evil spirits, it will shock the eyes of many Buddhist practitioners present.
"what did you say!?"
"presumptuous!"
A voice slowly sounded, and I don't know how many Buddhas were furious.
This is a grand event of Buddhism and Taoism, and a Zen temple has a slight position among the Buddhist schools.
Lingyun and Yichan Karma, they will not intervene, but if they want to slaughter the whole Yichan Temple, how can they just sit back and watch?
"The one who stopped me died!"
In the voice of Lingyun, Yun Yun was overwhelming and unscrupulous.
The next moment, the spear in his hand shook, like a dragon, crossing the space.
In Yi Chan, his pupils shrank suddenly, his hands were imprinted, and cinnabar appeared between his eyebrows, like a true Buddha.
He slowly moved his hand and patted the spear with his left hand into the space.
Boom boom boom...
In an instant, the space was shattered, and endless waves rose through the sky.
Yi Chan even stepped back hundreds of steps one after another, blood oozing from his hand, and he didn't know how many palms blasted out.
"Soldiers enter the robbery territory!"
"This is Huntian Xianxian Spear, first-class spear technique!"
"Huntian Killing the Immortal Spear is not the technique of the Misty Immortal Sect..."
In the air, a figure appeared like an exile, and some Buddhist Supremes could not help but help.
"I'm only taking revenge, wait, do you want to intervene?"
A middle-aged Taoist priest moved slightly in his hands, and the seven thousand whiskers were like a dragon, sweeping the ten-digit Mahayana Supreme.
Boom boom boom...
He coughed up blood in a mush, as if the paper fell to the ground, there were seven blood holes in his body, shocking.
Above a Buddhist temple, a dozen of the Mahayana Supremes of Buddhism and Taoism, all generations shuddered, their faces flushed.
"what!?"
The supreme Buddhists looked at the middle-aged Dao in shock, looking at the misty clothes of the immortal sect on this person, and their pupils shrank suddenly.
Below, a group of monks from a Zen temple, even more sorrowful, went to a Zen.
"Temple Lord!"