Only after entering the temple can you see the situation inside clearly.

The ancient Buddha sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, about a meter high, and the snail hair above his head was connected to the dome of the temple.

The Buddha statue has a compassionate face, and like a real person, his hands folded together, his head slightly lowered as if he was examining the whole audience.

On the side of the lotus platform, an old monk fell cross-legged.

The old monk's face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were closed, and his dry hands gently turned the rosary on his wrist.

There were about twenty people crowded in the small temple, and it was not the same group of people, depending on the situation.

They were all fierce and ferocious, with hideous faces, and even held swords and looked like they were not allowed to enter a stranger.

This also made the Mo family girls and Zhao Laoliu subconsciously retreat and hide behind Guo Fan.

Giant Buddha statue, Ci and the old monk, bandits in the world...

In addition, ordinary people like Zhao Laoliu, many people crowded in a small temple, and the atmosphere seemed a bit weird.

"Amitabha."

The old monk opened his eyes, his eyes clear and pure, like a child, instantly soothing the panic in his heart.

He swept over several people, his eyes fell on Guo Fan, and there seemed to be ups and downs in his eyes, and then he pressed down and said:

"Several donors wait, but there are still a few who haven't arrived."

"There are still people?" Guo Fan looked back, and the sky was filled with wind and sand, and it was difficult to tell the other things.

Even with his cultivation and perception, it is difficult to identify things a hundred meters away in this desert.

This old monk could even detect more.

Formation!

Looking back, he nodded slightly, shook his linen robe and sat cross-legged in the corner of the temple.

Zhao Laoliu and others followed closely.

There was a silence in the field.

The old monk, Guo Fan closed his eyes and said nothing. Although the eyes of the people in the martial arts world flashed, no one spoke.

Zhao Laoliu and the Mo family will not say much.

in this way.

Time passes slowly.

I don’t know how long it took, Guo Fan and the old monk opened their eyes at the same time and looked at the temple gate.

"Crack...Crack..."

The strange sound of the ruts turning came from the wind and sand, gradually approaching, and finally revealing the true appearance.

The first thing that caught my eye was a burly man two meters tall, wearing a short ridge and a thorny body. He walked with a very oppressive breath that hit him.

In an instant, Zhao Laoliu and the Mo family woman turned pale, and the eyes of the people in the field flashed.

Behind the man was a simple car sedan.

There are no horses or camels, because the ropes of the car and sedan are tightly tied to the man.

When one person and one car approached the temple, the man immediately paused, turned around and hung his head and spoke:

"Miss, I'm here."

"Yeah." A gentle and soothing sound rang out from the car sedan, and the curtain was then gently lifted by a flawless jade hand.

Then, everyone's eyes seemed to lit up.

A beautiful car carriage on earth is walking slowly on the top and down, and walking to the temple in front of the Han Dynasty's guarding heads.

A woman has a stunning face and a vulgar temperament. Even Ling Ruowei is one point behind her. However, it should be because Ling Ruowei has given birth to a child and has greatly damaged her essence.

Seeing this woman coming, everyone in the venue said nothing, but someone's throat rolled.

"Master!" The woman's beautiful eyes turned and fell on the old monk on the side of the Buddha statue, and bowed:

"Is this place a gateway to the Pure Land of Thousand Buddhas?"

"That's right." The old monk nodded and eleven bows:

"Please wait a moment, and let me place the others."

A lay Buddhist?

This is a woman who studies Buddhism.

The woman seemed a little surprised, nodded when she heard this, and stood there with the big man.

"Amitabha." The old monk recited the Buddha's name and stood up from the cushion, looking around everyone:

"Pure Land is a holy land of Buddhism. Although my Buddha is widely open, it only saves people who are destined to be, and it is difficult to save people who are lost."

"I dare to ask the master." A man from the Jianghu with a sword hanging on his waist tensely and bowed to him and asked:

"What is a destined person?"

"If you have a Buddha in your heart and you are not contaminated with obsession, you will be a destined person." The old man puts eleven rituals and looks at the other person:

"There is no return, the sword comes out and no regrets, and the sword falls and dies. He is the best disciple of the Yue family in this generation."

"Do you know me?" Wu Huiyan raised her eyebrows, revealing her arrogance:

"Yes, I don't go back to Yanyue, it's me!"

"Amitabha." The old monk clasped his hands together again and said:

"The donor has murderous intentions and is obsessed with it. If he wants to be like the Pure Land of Thousand Buddhas, he needs to keep his sword."

"What did you say?" Wu Huiyan's expression changed, and he subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, and even gritted his teeth:

"You want to leave my sword?"

"No." The old monk shook his head:

"I just want to leave the donor's obsession. Only in this way can I step into the Pure Land of Thousand Buddhas."

"Obstinence?" Wuhuiyan's face was distorted:

"I am a swordsman, the sword is there, the sword is gone and the people are gone!"

"Zheng!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his sword was unsheathed without returning, and his murderous intent pointed directly at the old monk, and even said angrily:

"Old guy, where is the Pure Land of Thousand Buddhas?"

"explain!"

"If not, don't blame Yue for being polite!"

"Amitabha." The old monk sighed:

"Donor, you have too deep obsessions in your heart. It seems that it is not suitable to enter the Pure Land. Please go back!"

"Fart!" Wu Huiyan roared:

"I went through a lot of hardships to get here, and my subordinates died completely. Tell me that I can't get in?"

"Go to your mom..."

"Peng!"

Before he finished speaking, the void in front of him suddenly shook, and a soft but unparalleled power surged immediately.

This powerful force directly knocked him out of the temple and even sent him out of the desert inside and outside.

But when he came to his senses, he could no longer see the trace of Fangcun Temple. Even if he ran back the same way, the wind and sand in the sky covered everything.

It is useless to let go of crazy shouting.

Inside the temple.

The old monk slowly withdrew his palms in the fearful and uneasy eyes of others and looked at the other people:

"Six friends in Tuoshan."

"That's right." The six people stood up and looked at the old monk with bright eyes.

Their six are four men and two women, both of whom are thirty or forty years old, and their faces are as beautiful as wind and frost.

On the head, a man with gray hair and looked like a scholar. He held a folding fan and bowed to the old monk:

"But the master wants to take away our weapons?"

"It's okay to do this. We have decided to withdraw from the world and never set foot in the outside world."

"Amitabha." The old monk looked compassionate and eleven rituals:

"The six donors who can abandon the world and go to the Buddha are happy and congratulatory."

"but……"
To be continued...