The former Nether Canyon was a barren land.

Over the years, the ancient dynasty and the Kingdom of God have also fought against each other. I don’t know how many soldiers are buried in this battlefield.

Over time, it was called Netherworld Canyon, which means that when you come here, you will enter Netherworld and will never go back.

Lin Dong came here with Buddhists from the True Buddha Temple, and it was extremely difficult to recruit fugitives to develop slowly.

It was not until the former king of the Purple Flame Kingdom that Yin Hongzhuang, after asking for help from Xu Yi, was guided by Xu Yi to enter the Netherworld Canyon. The number of people in the Netherworld Canyon skyrocketed, and the rapid increase in development.

Today, Netherworld Canyon has an army of 50 million and a billion people, which is much stronger than the former Tianlong Kingdom.

Most of it was Yin Hongzhuang's contribution. Lin Dong did not treat her badly. She always delegated power. She also satisfies the resources needed for cultivation and accumulated her strength to the eighth-grade extraordinary realm.

Unfortunately, I stopped here.

Yin Hongzhuang has limited qualifications and has reached its limit.

Even the ninth grade cannot enter, let alone the realm of divine sect.

Yin Hongzhuang herself was also quite satisfied. If she hadn't come to Netherworld Canyon, she might have died in the pursuit of Sheng'an Kingdom.

Lin Dong didn't care much. He had been determined to enter the realm of Shenzang, but now he was determined to practice the Buddha's teachings of the world and did not pay any attention to power or something.

January 5, 234, Tianlong Calendar.

In the secret room, golden light flashed all over the body of Fung Winter, and illusory Buddha palms appeared one after another, and quickly disappeared. There was an illusory Buddha shadow showing the practice of the Buddha's Dharma Art over and over again.

Fen Winter is indeed destined to be with the Buddha. In ten years, he has practiced the Buddha's Technique to the small-scale realm. This technique is much more powerful than the Qinglong inheritance.

With this Buddha's Skill alone, he can already stand out for the heroes.

If you practice the Buddha's Technique to the Great Realm, you may be the number one person in Dragon Land.

The premise is that... Qiu Yuxuan and others did not practice the skills they practiced to the greatest extent.

"call……"

Spit out a mouthful of golden mist, and Winter slowly opened her eyes.

Today's practice is over.

When he got up, the sound of Buddha sounds came from him, which was the sound of the collision of bones!

I'm afraid anyone who sees him at this time will not help but want to worship him.

More true Buddha than true Buddha!

Lin Dong was about to take a step, but his right foot, which was raised, suddenly froze. Then a bitterness appeared in his eyes, and he sighed softly: "Amitabha."

The next second, the winter disappeared.

The golden light shines, and winter appears in a quaint palace.

This is the central hall of the True Buddha Temple, and no one can enter it.

The hall is very simple, with a Buddha altar, no Buddha statues or a futon, purely woven with dead grass, very ordinary, a green lamp, and a candlelight is faint.

An old monk with a haggard face, with both hands.

"Master."

Lin Dong had his hands in front of the old monk.

The old monk slowly opened his eyes, and a Buddha's shadow appeared in his eyes.

In his eyes, the cold winter was full of golden light, exuding a stunning aura, majestic and gentle.

"Amitabha."

The old monk grinned: "Let the east, you are already a Buddha."

"Master, Winter has not yet become a Buddha."

"There is no Buddha in the world. If the thoughts come from, there will be Buddha. If you believe in yourself, you will be Buddha."

Winter bowed deeply: "Thank you Master for your teaching."

The old monk's eyes were full of smiles, but his tone was a little sharp: "From the east, what is good and what is evil?"

Lin Dong replied respectfully: "The mind is good, the mind is evil, neither human, nor god, nor appearance, neither speech, nor practice, nor merit."

The old monk nodded with relief: "I have seen...I see a real Shura beside you... Come from the east, good and evil, never see with your eyes, good and evil, arise from the heart, and distinguish from the heart, remember that Buddha can be angry, demons can be ridiculous, and Shura can be killed."

At the end, the figure of the old monk gradually became illusory.

The ancient floor tiles were pressed against the forehead of Xin Winter, and tears fell on the ground: "Send Master... Prajna Polo... The mirror heart... The relics... So I'll come...

The old monk smiled, his hands were appropriate, and slowly closed his eyes.

His whole body was shining with a faint golden light.

With the golden light, the figure became more and more illusory, as if there were golden powder dancing in the sky.

The old monk disappeared, leaving only a quaint relics on the cushion where he sat cross-legged.

Lin Dong looked up at the relics, and rinsed her tears.

"Master... I came from the east and was also cold winter. I actually have no connection with Buddha, but I just have connection with you. You are not Buddha, I am not Buddha, you are Buddha, I am also Buddha..."

"Master, I can't bear to leave you, but I also know that my life span is over and my destiny is hard to resist. If you have a spirit, look at me, I will never embarrass you!"

"Master, thank you for giving me a fortune. Even if you are unwilling to admit it, I am still unable to give up the seven emotions and six desires. I will cry, laugh, be happy, be sad, be ignorant, be crazy, and be angry...Master... I will walk all the way, I hope you can really reach the Western Paradise and achieve perfect merits!"

"Master, I heard that the Western Pure Land is also a real world. If one day, I can see you in the Western Pure Land. If you are not doing well, you will be suppressed by the so-called Buddha, I will destroy the world for you!"

The ancient relics floated out of thin air and slowly landed on the altar without offering to Buddha.

In a trance, Lin Dong seemed to see the old monk's hands fit and smiled kindly at him.

Buzzing...

In the cave filled with purple light, there was a buzzing sound.

"The ten years have passed, and the King of Southern and Madam have many offended him."

A purple light ball emerged, transforming into a line of words.

Xu Yi and Baiyi sat cross-legged, touching each other with four palms.

At the same time, the two opened their eyes.

There was a smile in the eyes of each other.

"Ten years."

"Yes, it's been ten years."

Baiyi was a little nervous: "I just don't know how Genggu is doing now..."

Xu Yi smiled: "He must be doing well."

Pulling up the white clothes, the two stood side by side, heading towards the exit of the cave where the purple barrier disappeared.

When they stepped out of the cave, the sun shone on the two of them.

Xu Yi slowly stretched out his hand and slowly raised it up.

As the palm raised, Xu Yi's breath increased wildly.

Sixth grade…Seventh grade…8th grade…9th grade…Peak…

There are no visions, no signs.

All breaths are converged.

In ancient dynasties, ancient and modern times, the place where seclusion was passed down.

"puff!"

Gu Tongjin spit out a mouthful of blood and looked crazy: "Damn it! Why? He has clearly realized the opportunity, but why did he fail again?"

Outside the cave, Xu Yi withdrew his hand, looked at a wisp of red silk thread on his fingertips, and the corner of his mouth curled slightly: "Shenzang."

The white clothes snuggled gently on Xu Yi's shoulders, and endless longing appeared in his beautiful eyes: "This year, Genggu is almost twelve years old, right?"
Chapter completed!