Chapter 64: 【】

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This scene is too embarrassing, and no one can think of this seemingly dusty Buddha statue for millions of years, and this monk is still alive.
Yin Yin is more shocked and will hold the lake sword in his hand, but there is no sheath. Because Luo Mingchuan was very calm, this calming also infected him, as if no matter how terrible things he was about to face, they would fight side by side and get out of danger.
The deaf person described it as a dry, cheeky depression, revealing that the fingers outside the atrophy shrank into a brown mass.
Yin Yue even did not know that he is a ghost. Luo Mingchuan’s pupil has changed back to its true color and took a step forward, faintly guarding his own younger brother.
When the eyes of the monks were completely opened, there was a breeze blowing into the temple.
It seems to have gone through the dust of thousands of years, and it suddenly shines brightly.
And he sat in the soft glory, quietly watching the two outsiders.
Yin Yue does not know how to describe such a pair of eyes. It is not the indifference of the gods on the high platform, nor the magic eye of the sea.
It is mournful and solemn, and it seems to be able to overcome all the wounds and pains of the human world.
This is the eyes of a pair of Buddhas.
The statues enshrined in the Xingshan Temple are more like real Buddhas.
The wind left the temple, the wooden door that was originally pushed open was lightly closed, and the stone lock was buckled by itself. However, Yin Yue is now under the watchful eyes of the old man.
Just listen to Luo Mingchuan’s clear voice,
broken!

He suddenly wakes up, and the cold sweat permeates the back of his clothes. He can't think of the strength of his own soul, but he will be confused by his eyes.
In the end, it is still a big deal.
Let's see again, what glory and true Buddha. The temple is still an old temple. The old man is still a dumbfounded old man.
It is not as powerful as you can imagine.
Yin Yue also noticed that this person's cockroaches were not fit, which was not so thin. And now it is like something, in the invisible to draw his vitality.
Being drunk, the old man is not angry, but on the opposite side, he seems to have a smile, slow,
"Where did the two come from?"
He hasn't spoken for a long time, his voice is dull and rough. But the tone is naturally intimate, like a familiar with the younger generation, making people feel unprepared.
Luo Mingchuan did not relax at all, and replied, "From the temple."
"What is good in the temple?"
"not good."
If the other party asks for the hospitality ceremony in the temple, it is naturally not good. If you ask about the situation in the temple, the big battle is broken and the ground is collapsed.
The old man laughed, as if he had gotten his wish, and he said with relief, "Okay."
Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan originally speculated that this person was the predecessor of Xingshan Temple, but at the moment he observed his reaction and was like the enemy of Xingshan Temple.
Luo Mingchuan asked, "I answered two questions from my predecessors, dare to ask who is the predecessor?"
"Humanity," is a poor view."
He was indifferent, as if he had reported an unusual law number.
Yin Yi is a warning to wait for the answer. At this time, the pupil is slightly shrinking, and he suspects that he has got it wrong, or just coincides with the name. I watched the old man incredulously.
Even Luo Mingchuan was shocked.
But the monks did not speak, as if they were still waiting for their problems.
If the two had not read the old code in the school, they would not know the name.
Over the past one million years, even the names of the demon statues and the true immortals have been forgotten by the world. Who will remember the splendid sacred times, a saint who was born in Xingshan Temple but did not leave a legacy?
Appreciation of the Master, claiming to break the boundaries of Buddhism, martial arts, and spiritual devotion, everything is omnipotent.
There was no news after the War of the Devil, and many things could not be verified for a long time. Later generations had to speculate that he also died in that big battle.
Luo Mingchuan asked, "Why are the seniors here?"
He knows the identity of the person in front of him. No matter how incredible, he should call the other party a ‘view master.’ However, the experience of Xingshan Temple made it difficult for him to believe in the highly respected monk. So at this time there was no respect for the younger generation.
Yin Yi is similar to his thoughts, and he does not mean to go to court.
I didn’t care, but I still laughed.
I’ve been here, I’m here, I’m going to see you.

This sentence is for Luo Mingchuan.
Yin Yi’s mind was immediately out of the mind and the protagonist’s cliff was not dead. In the past, the seniors taught the sixty years of skill. From then on, the golden finger opened up against the world’s x-point flow upgrade routine.
This kind of style is set up everywhere, but in this world, past experience tells him that things may not be that simple.
Luo Mingchuan Road, "I don't know my predecessors."
Shake his head and look a little lonely. "Come, come sit down and say slowly. No one has talked to me for a long time..."
When they turned back, they saw the circle chairs that appeared out of thin air, and they never felt the slightest fluctuations.
The repair of the other party is unfathomable and does not see maliciousness. Moreover, both of them have many doubts in their hearts, and they are filled with goodness.
"Some words don't say it. After a few years, I don't remember it... How long has it been in the past?"
Luo Mingchuan replied, "More than 600,000 years."
The old man exclaimed,
"Oh... It’s been a long time. When I was outside, the world was in chaos. I want to come now."
He turned to Luo Mingchuan. "The Garan 瞳 你 你 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修 修
At this time, it is not like a saint who was once a great man, but an old man who only wants to talk to young people about his past.
"No. There are only doubts. There are also monks in Xingshan Temple. Can I practice differently from them?"
Yin Yin thinks more, in the Buddhist temple in the temple, Jinghai said that the brothers practiced ‘Tianluo nine turns. ’
Observing the road, "Of course it is different, you are orthodox, they are all left. Garan, I only wrote one book, and I gave a fisherman on the river. The temple is just a extension, and I lost my true meaning. The practice method is not complete."
Luo Mingchuan has already thought that perhaps the only true volume, after several twists and turns, was eventually collected by the school and collected by the library.
But he still has doubts, just waiting for him to ask, and then the view goes on, "After you read it, the book is self-igniting?"
Luo Mingchuan nodded.
"This is right. There is a law on the real volume. If the qualifications are not read, the residuals are displayed. The qualifications are finished and destroyed." The view said that there is a bit of pride here.
"Because of the successor of my clothes, one is enough."
Yin Yue is more and more shocked. This kind of magical means is wonderful and unpredictable. It can still be preserved for millions of years. It can be seen why the cultivation of this person is so high.
But how can such a person stay here for so many years?
Watching him, laughing, "After life, I know what you are thinking. I stay here... I am not willing, but I am trapped here."
As soon as this statement came out, both of them changed their faces.
Who can trap a saint in the world?
Is it a demon?
When Guan Dao Dao came, "When the Dao Wars, I brought a group of disciples from Xingshan Temple to drag the three thousand devils, only to let Yi Ling to kill Mo Changyuan, and later Mo Changyuan did die in Linyuan. Under the sword, it is a pity that Yi Ling is also seriously injured. There are not many longevity..."
These names sound strange, but they are the names of true immortals and devils.
"The end of the war, the four seas scorched earth, a hundred wastes to be revived. And my younger brother looked forward to retreat because of the retreat. He is in full swing, I am wounded, and I can't beat him."
"Xingshan Temple suffered heavy losses and was not enough to support the Zongmen squad. For the sake of the eternal foundation, he set up a squadron and imprisoned me here. Supporting the formation."
Finally, he looked at Luo Mingchuan. "If it weren't for my smugglers today, I saw that the law was flawed. When I came here, I didn't wake up again. Maybe for a few more years, the oil was dry. Sit down."
Yin Yin can't return to God for a long time.
He couldn't think of his own guess.
The golden light of the Buddha and India is not maintained by the spirit stone. It is pressed by the gods, but it is extracting the vitality and cultivation of a saint.
How terrible and cruel is this?
A big man who participated in the Taoist war did not die on the battlefield, but died in a trapped circle that no one knew.
Luo Mingchuan Road, "What can we do for our predecessors? Is there a way to crack the battle?"
After watching the calm, "I am a singer, but also a pivot. I have died with this life. I have not been worried about it for a long time. There is no difference between here and outside."
"I only have one last wish."
Luomingchuan Road, "Predecessors please."
Looking at the smile, like watching the disciple's loving elders,
"The rush of the work of Garan, I am inevitably overlooking. I am now bound by the law and cannot leave the station. You are willing to come forward. I will pass the last layer of realm to you."
Yin Yi thinks that this is indeed the anti-golden finger to the protagonist. The passing of a saint is really a good thing to fall in the sky.
But intuition reminds him all the time, what is wrong.
He saw Luo Mingchuan got up and walked forward, unable to stand up and want to hold him.
While the fingertips had not touched the sleeves, Luo Mingchuan stopped and turned back to give him a soothing smile.
Then I went to the view. "The predecessors said that they are touching, but I don't believe it."
Yin Yi’s uneasiness in his heart expanded rapidly.
They have just experienced a siege in Xingshan Temple, and now they will encounter a person who is also imprisoned in the name of the righteousness in the temple, and naturally will have a sense of intimacy. And the view is divided into the power and the shelf of the saints. It seems friendly and embarrassing, and compassion is indifferent.
Everything makes people feel skeptical.
But like this temple, no weirdness is the biggest weirdness.
The saint’s rhetoric, no problem, is the biggest problem.
Asked, "Where don't you believe?"
"The 16th generation of Xingshan Temple abboted the Master. How can it hurt you in a lifetime?" Luo Mingchuan paused. "The legendary predecessors broke the barriers of spirituality, martial arts, and Buddhist repairs. Nothing is wrong... then there is nothing strange about knowing the magic door."
The view changed his face.
The old Buddhist temple became more and more faint, and the light-transparent window slid across the wooden fence, and the shadow fell on him, which was awkward and terrifying. He laughed loudly, and his laughter was dumb and cheerful. "Ha ha ha ha good!-"
Yin Yin is in the same place.
I don’t want to admit it in my heart.
The view also broke the barrier of the magic.
The work of Garan is really related to the ‘Tianluo nine turn’.
He thought that the brothers should be the ones who were the hardest hit. The Taoist Orthodox that has been insisted on has been broken. How to accept the cultivation of the Tao is the magic practice. I hurriedly turned to look at it, but I saw Luo Mingchuan’s face calm and waveless, not sad or happy.
Perhaps people will subconsciously believe in the words of comfort to themselves, and believe that they have just read the words, but Luo Mingchuan is too rational and has long suspected that Jia Lan’s technique.
Because after he has practiced, he will look at other exercises as if a barrier has been broken. No matter what, he can practice smoothly and never encounter any bottlenecks.
At this time, I just asked, "When the predecessors were at their peak, they were almost omnipotent. Why should they be enchanted?"
The voice of the audience was resounding, like a spit out of a million years of turbidity, and even the cheeks of the sun were red, and they were excited. "Sage and true fairy have a day of exhaustion, how to count no Can't? The door can only ask for a source method. Before the Buddha can only repair a future life, what I want is not to die, to coexist with the heavens!"
"People have good and evil, but there is no righteousness in their exercises. It is ridiculous that even the characters such as Ling Xiao can't see the obstacles! I am with Mo Changyuan to participate in the 'Tianlu Secret Code' and write 'Tianluo Jiuzhuan', this Garan's technique is the first turn! Who knows that I am practicing to the eighth turn, but I can't break through again. And Mo Changyuan and the ninth turn are only one line, but they die under the Linyuan sword..."
As soon as this statement came out, Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan were discolored.
They used to think that they were only secretly enchanted, but this person actually colluded with the magic. In this way, his role in the big battle is more likely to stand in the magical way, and seriously hurt him, that is, the real fairy.
Yin Yin asked, "There is no righteousness in the practice of the law, but the words are good, but you really have not done anything evil?"
He smiled and said, "What is evil? Kill one person as a crime and kill thousands of people!"
The voice just fell, the temple trembled fiercely! The ancient beams trembled and the ash fell.
The shackles of the monks were swelled up by the air, and the dust was laid out under the body. The long golden light shot from behind, but the edges were plated with red awns.
In the click of the bone joint, his figure suddenly rose tall.