Liu Xuan's sigh lasted for only a moment, and then he cheered up again.

After all, now that the great world is coming again, the world is banned again. This time, he may have followed his ancestors and made a huge contribution!

Compared with Taizu, Yang Fan's martial arts foundation is undoubtedly deeper. Moreover, with Mr. Yangming's protection, it is difficult for him to affect Yang Fan, both Buddhism and Taoist veins!

At that time, Yang Fan will definitely reorganize the Sun, Moon and Heaven!

Recreate the world!

At that moment, he should ask for his mission to eliminate the roots of all continents overseas, lead thousands of dragons into the realm, turn them into foundation, open up the supreme divine dynasty, or restore the glory of the upper realm!

"How can the so-called glory of the upper realm reflect the heavens without stepping on the sea of ​​corpses and blood, governing the heavens and destroying all races?"

Liu Xuan's heart became hot!

Thinking of this, he said seriously: "Young Master, I will do my best to push forward the matter of Tianzhao. At that time, Zhu Yunwen will definitely make a loss to his wife and soldiers!"

"It's all for Mr. Liu!"

Yang Fan smiled.

the next day.

Yang Fan turned into a holy monk again and headed to the Great Buddha Temple.

Liu Xuan turned into an old servant and followed him.

Along the way, countless people saw Yang Fan's figure and bowed to him, which touched his heart and became more and more intimate when they looked at them.

And at this moment, Liu Xuan whispered behind him: "Young Master, this is the cause and effect at that time!"

"cause and effect?"

Yang Fan was stunned.

Liu Xuan nodded: "The young master passed the disaster..."

Yang Fan suddenly realized, nodded, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

No wonder he felt that the entire Nanchang Prefecture was covered with a layer of illness. He thought that Zhu Yunwen was not good at governing, but who thought it was the cause of his and Liu Xuan?

At this time, he spent his energy to save the people of a city, but invisibly returned this cause and effect.

Compared to Yang Fan, Liu Xuan's feelings are undoubtedly deeper.

He could clearly feel the black resentment in his body that was originally suppressed by him under the hiding treasure, which was a clear proof that the cause and effect were repaid.

"It's a pity that I wanted to use these sentient beings to plot against others."

I have to say that people who play with fate will have a dirty heart.

Liu Xuan was not happy at all because of the dissipation of the resentment and karma in his body, but was full of regret.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the Great Buddha Temple.

Dingsheng Da Temple, which was once one of the origins of Zen Buddhism, is less than one percent of the past, and there are only a dozen palaces left.

Even Zen Buddhism moved out of here.

Over time, this place was once again occupied by the Mahayana lineage, but the incense was not very strong. Even in midsummer, when you walk here, you will feel a sensation of coldness.

"What a strong murderous aura!"

Yang Fan paused slightly, and the sky's eye had two "卍" wheels in his eyes, flowing silently.

He could clearly see that somewhere in the Buddhist temple, a red glow was not dissipating, and an invisible murderous intent was slowly leaking out.

Although it is less than one in ten million, it still makes this temple look like the cold weather!

"That place should be where Taizu wrote the poem."

Liu Xuan whispered.

At this moment, the gate of the Great Buddha Temple suddenly opened, and two teams of monks in black robes walked out slowly.

When he arrived in front of Yang Fan, the group of monks in black robe suddenly separated from each other like a tide. A middle-aged monk walked up slowly and bowed with his hands together.

"The arrival of the holy monk has made the temple full of glory! Please tell me about it in the temple! The abbot of our temple has been waiting for a long time!"

"oh?"

When Yang Fan and Liu Xuan heard this, they couldn't help but exchanged glances.

The middle-aged monk always had a smile on his face: "On the first day of the day, the holy monk entered the city, and he used great magic power to save all the people in the city. The abbot of our temple has seen it all! The holy monk does have the ability to compete for the position of Buddhist sons! However, there is still some time before the Ullambana meeting, so please wait for a while!"

The position of Buddhist son? The Ullambana meeting?

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes, his thoughts changed sharply, and then he said without changing his expression: "No hurry! It happened to meet the abbot of the Gui Temple first!"

"Please follow me!"

The middle-aged monk reached out to signal, and Yang Fan walked towards the temple with big strides.

Liu Xuan did not expect that his visit seemed to have fallen into each other's eyes long ago, and he was involved in the other party's so-called dispute between Buddhist children and the Ullambana meeting!

However, seeing Yang Fan step forward, he could only be vigilant and keep up.

Soon, under the leadership of the middle-aged monk, the two met the abbot of the Great Buddha Temple!

He was wearing a black robe and a string of human bone rosary hanging around his neck.

This man sat on the cushion with his back to them, his body was shriveled and old, and on the wall in front of him, it was the poem written by Taizu!

He killed all millions of soldiers in Jiangnan, and the sword on his waist was still bloody. The old monk did not recognize the heroic man, so he just asked for his name.

"Please sit down, two!"

The old monk in black robe spoke.

However, just as Yang Fan was about to sit down, his eyes suddenly became dark.

Rumble!

The four lines of poetry on the wall suddenly stirred up countless glows, wrapped in the murderous intent of slaughtering millions of heroes. A three-foot long sword appeared in a sea of ​​corpses and blood!

This is the Dragon Sword!

Win the world with a sharp edge!

Can break the mountains and rivers!

If you act, you will be chopped down at Yang Fan!

"not good!"

Yang Fan was shocked, but a purple light appeared on his head involuntarily!

A magnificent Buddha sits cross-legged on it.

There are great magic snails and magic drums that are stirring up, and they are making a move to offset the murderous aura of this long sword!

On the other hand, a golden chessboard appeared above Liu Xuan's head, with stars falling on it, each with its own positions.

Below are the plain peaks, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers can be seen vaguely!

It is his "chessboard of heaven and earth"!

Swish!

Just when Yang Fan and Liu Xuan were about to take action, they saw the long sword in front of them suddenly dissipated and shattered like a dream. The poems in front of them were still only four lines!

The two of them couldn't help but look surprised.

Yang Fan frowned even more: "What does this mean!"

It was not until this time that the old monk in black robe turned around and said hoarsely: "I monk Zhou He, I have seen the holy monk. I just took the liberty to try it out, please forgive me!"

After a pause, he continued, "It is hard to guarantee that the position of Buddhist son is remembered by outsiders! With this poem and prose of Taizu of the Ming Dynasty here, no one can hide the foundation!"

Zhou He smiled, obviously Yang Fan passed his temptation!

but--

"The pure Buddha power of the holy monk has not yet reached God's level, and it is only seen in my life! But I am curious, how could the holy monk cultivate such magic power?"

Zhou He stared at Yang Fan with curiosity.

Yang Fan sat down slowly and said with a calm expression: "There is nothing else, just compassion! Always have a heart of goodness and use compassion to save the world!"

"Thoughts are fulfilled, merits are added to the body, and the power of Buddha is born!"
Chapter completed!