Wang An and Xiao Ruoli came to the steps of the hall. Looking up, they saw the three words "Zen Xin Hall" hanging on it. The font is simple and exudes a strange Taoist rhyme.

When he just stepped into the door, a strong smell of sandalwood scent was lingering in the air.

"Haha, welcome the distinguished guests. The arrival of fellow Taoists really makes Han Temple shine!" At this moment, a full laugh came from the hall.

Immediately afterwards, an old monk wearing a red cassock walked out in a row; his cassock was filled with passionflower, with bright hanging beads and stars. There were night pearls on the four corners, and an emerald was in the top; although there was no complete reflection of the original body, there were eight treasures of light, which looked extremely gorgeous.

The monk had a white beard, but his skin on his face was like a baby, and he could break it. The spiritual pressure emitted by him was as vast as an abyss, like an old monster on the twelve levels of the God Transformation.

In Xiao Jin's eyes, the monk was filled with a mysterious and yellow aura, and there was a continuous stream of aura gathered between heaven and earth.

At this time, Xiao Jin finally understood why the mysterious and yellow aura emitted by the mortals outside when they prayed would continue to gather in the inner courtyard. It turned out that this person was all at work.

"My younger generation, Wang An, pays homage to seniors. How dare you ask if he is the host of Tianlong?" Wang An and Xiao Ruoli bowed and said with a certain expression.

The other party is Tiandian, and the conversation requires spiritual consciousness. Wang An has already found out before.

The monk who sent Wang An in bowed slightly to the old monk and turned around and went out.

"Haha, I am the host here, little donor, you are destined to be with the Buddha!"

The old man Tianlong looked at Wang An with a smile and said, and the next moment, there was a trace of strangeness on his face.

It's time to say it, it's time to go!

I saw the old man Tianlong pointing his finger and a strange rune shot towards Wang An.

A powerful spiritual pressure that ruined the world rolled in. At this moment, Wang An instantly felt a suffocating breath coming to his face.

“Buzz!”

What surprised Wang An was that this rune fell on him, and suddenly a dazzling yellow light burst out, stimulating in all directions, and the rune disappeared.

"Senior, what does this mean?" Wang An retreated, and the Eight Desolation Heavenly Art was operative, and a powerful spiritual pressure lingered around him.

"As it turns out, you are indeed destined to be with me Buddha." Old Man Tianlong seemed to have not heard Wang An's dissatisfied question at all, but instead laughed to himself.

"You have the power of vows! Who are you?" Old Man Tianlong's eyes changed, and the aura around him instantly became cold and fierce. He stared at Wang An inquisitively and asked.

After saying that, the old man Tianlong pinched the magic tricks in his hand and took out a mysterious golden bowl with runes flashing on it. A rich aura of life lingered on it, making people frightened to hear it.

"Wang An, the runes of this old bald donkey just now are very strange. They seem to have inspired the mysterious yellow aura that enveloped you. The mysterious yellow aura on his body is very strong, and his whole body seems to be in a yellow halo." Xiao Jin suddenly sent a message to Wang An and quickly gave Wang An a message that shocked Wang An.

“Buzz!”

Suddenly, a huge force of fate fell on Wang An. The book of Inquiry in his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be strongly provoked. It suddenly buzzed, and the runes flashed, and the ancient vicissitudes seemed to have broken their fate. The terrifying life aura of his past and future lives suddenly burst out from Wang An.

This aura is like the tide of Qiantang River, surging, and circles of terrifying waves spread out in all directions.

"Boom!"

The aura of the two people collided in the void, and an invisible force suddenly burst out, and the rumbling and thunder echoed in the void.

The runes around the golden bowl in the old man Tianlong's hand collapsed, and the golden light shook everywhere, as if it was about to explode the next moment.

"Hmph, it seems that you Wuliang Temple is just a false reputation. A god-transforming monk will attack the younger generation if he has a disagreement. Is this your style of doing things?" Wang An moved and led Xiao Ruoli to three feet away, looking at the old man Tianlong with a sarcastic look.

"Donor, I'm offending me. The first time I saw someone with a misty vow of power in his body besides Wuliang Temple, I was very curious; haha... I never expected that the donor was also a master of fate, which was a surprise to me. Take this pill back. There will be something going on this time, but it's okay. If this temple can do it, I will definitely do my best to do it for the donor."

The old man Tianlong's face turned red, he smiled awkwardly, and continued shamelessly; his face was so thick that Wang An was shocked.

Wang An hesitatedly glanced at the other party, then put away the spiritual pressure on his body and stared at the other party vigilantly.

"Invite the two donors!" Old Man Tianlong looked at Wang An's face at this time, and there was a hint of solemnity.

No matter how Wang An's cultivation is, the old man Tianlong dared not look down on his life-like cultivation; coupled with Wang An's strange wishes, he was really afraid of Wang An.

Wang An and Xiao Ruoli followed the old man Tianlong to a room with bright windows and a huge Zen word hanging.

A low bluestone table with a bronze teapot on it, with a refreshing fragrance of tea floating in the air. There were several yellow futons placed around the table. Wang An and the other two sat in front of the table in an orderly manner.

"How about the donor trying the dragon core grass in Tianlong Temple?" The old man Tianlong poured a cup of tea for Wang An and Xiao Ruoli each and said with a smile.

"Haha, the host of Tianlong is really a blessing. This tea is full of spiritual energy. I am afraid that ordinary high-quality spiritual tea will not match this effect!" Wang An couldn't help but praise after taking a sip.

"Host Tianlong, this time I came here just to ask for information about Xuedu." Wang An suddenly looked straight and stared at the old man Tianlong and said word by word.

"Xuedu? You are from Xuedu!" Hearing Wang An's words, the old man Tianlong's face changed slightly, and a stream of spiritual pressure flashed and he stared at Wang An and the others coldly.

"The Tianlong host misunderstood. We actually came from Yin Mingtian. We accidentally entered a cave and got a trace of records about Xuedu, so we wanted to know if there was really this world." Wang An said calmly.

"So that's it! Since you want to know, I will tell you what I know..." Old Man Tianlong glanced at Wang An and the others half-believingly.

After the old man Tianlong narration, Wang An finally confirmed that there was really Xuedu, but the old man Tianlong didn’t know where Xuedu was.

However, during the conversation, the old man Tianlong told Wang An that ten years later, in the extreme back land of Zhongzhou, a secret ice wheel realm would be born, and there was a rumor that there was the secret of Xuedu. Almost all the secrets of Xuedu recorded in it were brought out in it.

"Donor, I'm very curious. I don't know why there is a vow on you?" At the end, the old man Tianlong couldn't help asking Wang An.

"The power of wish you are talking about is the mysterious and yellow aura that lingers all over me? This is really not worth it, I am confused and there is something I can do." Wang An asked curiously with his eyes moving.

"The so-called voluntary power generally requires specific exercises to be refined and used. If the donor is..." Old Man Tianlong looked at him and continued to tell Wang An that you have a fate with the Buddha, with an old fox-like look on his face.

"Haha, thank you for your kindness from the host Tianlong. I don't want to become a monk and eat vegetarian scriptures. You should look for someone else." Wang An smiled and refused without hesitation.

"Please give this pill and say goodbye!"

After Wang An handed over the Thousand Shou Pill to the other party, he flashed and took Xiao Ruoli out of the hall.

"Haha, little guy, the fate trajectory on his body is so unpredictable, and he is strangely shrouded in the power of will; this son is aiming to find Xuedu. This time the Ice Wheel Secret Realm is born, and it seems to be lively."

Old Man Tianlong stared at Wang An's disappearing figure, and a meaningful look flashed across his face.
Chapter completed!