Ling Zhi's words are still free to flow between these small temples, and cannot blend with the Buddhist teachings in the temple.

Two different Taos are born into inseparable from the inseparable.

If you cannot blend together, but you have to force yourself to get together, there will be endless collisions.

"Go out of your own way?" The old monk looked at the changes in the temple and was so surprised that he couldn't help himself and couldn't stop.

It is simple to say that it is difficult to reach the sky and is not easy to do it.

Who is the one who can walk out of your own path and not die in the middle of the journey and succeed?

In other words, which person who shocked the past and the present grew up following the path of others?

The second place is never remembered.

What people remember from the world will always be the first place, the king of the championship!

However, Ling Zhi did not respond to this and did not look back.

It has nothing to do with the vague expectation of "turning back is the shore" in the old monk's heart.

As Lingzhi continued to walk into the island, the old monk sighed and walked back, all the yellow bricks in the temple suddenly sounded clanging. Under the old monk's gaze, a fine crack actually cracked on the surface of the yellow bricks.

All the yellow bricks are like this.

"This is so strong?" Seeing this scene, the old monk finally changed his color completely? Staring at the yellow bricks all over the temple, a sense of panic emerged from the depths of his heart.

His cultivation is almost approaching the common ruler. If he is combined with this temple, he will use the power of cause and effect in this temple? He will be able to fight against Chen Tianyang.

But?     At this moment, he was frightened by Ling Zhi’s words.

How many existences have emerged from ancient times to the present? What are the existences that can be compared with the Buddha Master of the Buddha Sect?

There are only a handful of people, almost no one can match them.

Even the Beast Ancestor and others failed to have the vows of sentient beings like the Buddha Sect at this peak of their lives? They created a sect like the Buddha Sect.

But now? Lingzhi's Tao and the Tao of Buddha Sect collided with each other? The old monk thought that it was just a bell ringing? The bell sounded slowly? The person left? The bell echoed and died? Then he gave up.

However, Ling Zhi's Tao has reached a level comparable to that created by the Buddha Master of the Buddha Sect, which has caused the bells to keep ringing, causing the yellow bricks all over the temple to be shaken out of the cracks. At this point, the collision between these two different Taos has just dissipated.

How could he not be surprised?

"Can it be that the man just now had the ability to become a person like the Buddha?" An absurd and bold idea came into the heart of the old monk, but it could not be erased.

Ling Zhi didn't know about this. During his communication with the old monk, he finally got some understanding of the situation in the Kunlun Holy Realm.

After the First World War, it was difficult to enter the Kunlun Holy Realm, and it was even more impossible to leave.

And the few people in the holy realm are also dead, and there are not many wounds left.

Over the years, there have been even fewer people.

Only a few old guys like them were left, relying on their strong cultivation, he took a breath and held on to the point.

There is indeed the idea of ​​inheriting the legacy.

But what he was going to was not the depths of the island.

His route passed through the middle of the island and walked towards a margin behind the island.

He had more curiosity and more interest in there.

Walking through the way, a Taoist temple was imprinted into your eyes.

Unlike the magnificent temple, this Taoist temple is very dilapidated.

Unlike small temples, this Taoist temple is very big and very large.

The two happened to form a huge contrast.

The Taoist temple covers a large area. Although the courtyard wall is a bit damaged, the huge range is still faintly magnificent.

What surprised Ling Zhi was that when he knocked on the door gently, the person who pushed the door opened it turned out to be a Taoist boy.

A boy of age, not considered old.

Following the boy into the Taoist temple, a sense of familiarity came to his face.

As early as in the past, Ling Zhi had exposed his love and love for Taoism more than once, and he also had great respect and respect for Taoism and others.

Therefore, walking in this dilapidated Taoist temple, he had a quiet face, serious smile, and expressed high respect.

There are many Taoist legends and mythical characters on the courtyard walls of the Taoist temple and on the pillars of some halls.

Most of the time, Lingzhi can see some familiar things.

However, it is more complete and authentic than the myths, legends, historical figures, etc. that are commonly circulated on the earth.

After entering the backyard of Taoist temple, a tree like a dragon was rooted in the center of the yard. Three or two old men were under the tree. When Ling Zhi stepped into the backyard, he saw it.

An old man was holding a broom and was cleaning the fallen leaves.

An old man bent down step by step and picked up some small unknown fruits that fell on the ground.

The third old man sat next to a garden, thrusting his waist and looking at the two of them.

"Three seniors." Ling Zhi walked closer, bent down slightly, and said.

It’s not that he wants to surrender to Taoism, but that these three people, who have this strength, are called this.

Because he couldn't see through the cultivation of these three people.

Then these three people are most likely to have the cultivation level of the co-master level.

Even if it is not, it is still a stronger ancestral saint than him.

"Haha." The old man sitting beside him laughed, "You're indeed in."

"Nonsense, it would be strange if he saw the Taoist temple but didn't come in." Another old man picked up a small fruit and smashed it at the old man with a thump.

The old man laughed dryly twice, reached out his hand with a quick hand, grabbed Fruit, wiped a few handfuls of clothes on his body, and was about to send them to his mouth, suddenly stopped and handed Fruit to Ling Zhi, "Do you want one?"

The old man who was sweeping the floor looked up and looked at him helplessly.

"Okay." Seeing the relationship between the three old men and their personality, Ling Zhi's mood also improved. He agreed freely and comfortably, and took over the fruit thrown by the old man.

He had never seen such a fruit before, but he didn't think about it and threw it into his mouth.

The fruit looks a little argilling and dry.

Unexpectedly, after entering the mouth, it turned into something like juice and flowed into the mouth along the throat.

It's just a taste, but it has a faint bitterness.

"Hehe, the fruits on the tree are sweet, but the ones that fall to the ground are a bit bitter. We like it. I guess you can't get used to it. You can pick some of them from the tree to eat." The old man understood when he saw Ling Zhi's expression and laughed on the spot.
Chapter completed!