Luo Hong has never forgotten his main purpose of coming to Wangchuan temple.

Although there were many accidents on the way, such as ringing the bell and appearing a secret place, Luo Hong still insisted on his original purpose.

He is here to see his seventh uncle, the crazy seventh master Luo. In Luo Hong's opinion, there may be some secrets in the seventh master Luo. Otherwise, there is no need for the king of Zhenbei to send the crazy seventh master Luo to Wangchuan temple.

Lonely, helpless, no one to take care of, not to say, in Wangchuan temple, if Luo Qiye suffered some torture or something, no one knows.

All this gave Luo Hong a reason to see Luo Qiye.

Besides, Wangchuan temple is here. Since it's on the way, why don't you see it?

Broken half of the arena, the golden rain is still under, but gradually the vision has begun to converge, began to gradually disappear.

Master Farrow was silent when he heard Luo Hong's inquiry and request.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

For a long time, master Farrow sighed: "it's OK to be reasonable with emotion."

"However, the seal of benefactor Luo and benefactor Luo Xiaobei has always been in the charge of the head of Buddha. Now, the head of Buddha It may not be that easy for benefactor Luo to see benefactor Luo Xiaobei when he is granted Zhenfeng. "

Said master farrow.

His words, let Luo Hong not from pick eyebrow.

With some fun and sneer on his face, do you want to make trouble again?

"On weekdays, we seldom go to the place where the Buddha well is. Even if we go, we can't see benefactor Luo Xiaobei."

"If you want to see Buddha, please go to benefactor Luo."

Master Farrow put his hands together and said seriously.

"Master Farrow, lead the way."

Luo Hong light way.

It turns out that Luo Qiye's seal has always been controlled by the head of Buddha. Now Luo Hong doesn't like the head of Buddha any more. The head of Buddha is old and has a lot to do with the great Xia Dynasty.

Therefore, Luo Qiye may not be very comfortable in Wangchuan temple.

Thinking of this, Luo Hong's eyes could not help but coagulate. He turned to the foot of Wuliang Mountain and waved.

The bottom.

Yuan blind, Zhao Xinghe and Si Tuwei all climbed to the top of the mountain under the guidance of Luo Hong.

Although Wangchuan Temple launched a blockade posture to prevent most of the Yipin masters from entering the temple, these three people were all related to Luo Hong. Therefore, the Buddhist monks of Wangchuan temple did not stop them.

"Now, it's not a problem to kill the three masters in the temple."

Luo Hongdao.

Now when the master leaves, he has to find a good helper to fight.

When master Farrow heard the words, his robe was full of drums and he laughed bitterly: "but."

The name of Wangchuan temple has been ruined by the Buddha head.

Yuan Xiazi, Zhao Xinghe and Si Tuwei are three first-class masters who follow Luo Hong.

Master Farrow leads the way.

At the bottom, a lot of first-class masters are ready to move. Wangchuan temple's eight thousand year old Buddha luck is broken up by the master. For the world's martial arts, this is a big thing.

Wangchuan temple may be seriously damaged. Many practitioners want to explore the reality.

However, Wangchuan temple is no longer hidden. One eminent monk after another seriously injured a detective with a ghost in his heart and re guarded the majesty of Wangchuan temple.

And the story that master Farrow took Luo Hong to see Luo Qiye spread quickly.

In the great Xia Dynasty, the eyes of many strong people were twinkling.

……

Wangchuan temple is a thousand year old temple. There are dozens of Buddhist temples inside, one after another small peaks are linked with each other. Wuliang Mountain is very big, with many peaks. The location of the martial arts arena is the main peak, and behind the main peak, there are many hidden peaks and ancient temples.

Before the position of the confrontation are in the main peak, and this hidden behind the peak is not so magnificent.

However, there are still many ancient temples hidden in the dense forest.

After a long walk, I came to an old temple.

The vermilion walls are covered with frost moss, and the wanton growth of green plants makes the ancient temple shrouded in a green atmosphere.

"Fojing is the forbidden place of Wangchuan temple..."

Before arriving at the ancient temple, master Faro finally stopped and looked at Luo Hong, saying.

"What is a forbidden place?"

Luo Hong asked with her eyes fixed.

"You can understand the Buddha well as a cage, because it has the same meaning as the imprisonment of the cage, but in the Buddha well, you can always get the edification of the Buddha, and your mind can be quiet..."

"When benefactor Luo Xiaobei sent him to Wangchuan temple, he was disorganized and insane, and his energy of meridians was in disorder. It was not like cheating. At that time, many people speculated that Luo Xiaobei was a fake madman, pretending to be crazy, but in fact Many eminent monks in the temple judge that benefactor Luo Xiaobei is really crazy. ""Originally, benefactor Luo Xiaobei didn't enter the Buddha's well, but later he destroyed the wing room and injured several nursing monks He was placed in the well by the head of Buddha. "

Said master farrow.

Luo Hong hears speech, eyebrow is not by one pick, he also guessed originally seven uncle whether is false crazy, now it seems, may be true crazy.

Because it's OK to hide from ordinary people, but it's very difficult to hide from the powerful monks.

"Wangchuan temple is not the main hall. There are 81 ancient temples and 81 Buddhist wells. Among them, the Buddhist wells are all gathered in the Buddhist well hall and guarded by three old monks."

"And these three old monks Its strength is extremely strong and unfathomable. How strong it is is is unknown. "

"Maybe it's Yipin, maybe It's a land fairyland beyond Yipin. It's all possible. "

Master Farrow said to Luo Hong.

That's what I said.

Yuan Xiazi and others behind Luo Hong changed slightly.

Three old monks of land fairyland?

This is the inside story of Wangchuan temple It's really terrible. It's worthy of being an ancient temple that has existed for thousands of years and can be called the holy land of the world together with Kunlun palace.

Although he was granted the Buddha's head by Confucius Town, even though he had been destroyed for 8000 years.

However, the inside information is still terrible.

First of all, Yuanshang, Faro and other eminent monks who gather the Bodhisattva fruit.

Wangchuan temple has existed for such a long time. Maybe there are many monks in the land fairyland.

Luo Hong, leaning on the sword hidden in the ground, looked at master Farrow and said, what do you mean?

Warning?

After experiencing the Buddha's head, Luo Hong had little trust in Wangchuan temple.

Master Farrow looked at Luo Hong's watchful eyes and sighed. He was tired. He was just a kind reminder.

"Lord Luo, it's the limit for me to bring you here."

"In the past, if you want to enter the Buddha well, if you have the Buddha's head's order, the three elders will respect it. But now, the Buddha's head is granted by the master. No one in Wangchuan temple can invite the three old monks. Unless you are sure that the next Buddha's head has not fallen, the next Buddha's head will not appear."

Said master farrow.

He looked at Luo Hong, with some apology: "if you want to enter the Buddha well, you may have to pass the approval of the three elders to see Luo Xiaobei."

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became a bit cold.

Master Farrow is also helpless. The rules of the temple are just like this. Besides, the rules are not made by him.

"I, Luo Hong, come to Wangchuan temple to see my seventh uncle. Do I have to go through 9981

Luo Hong sneered.

He covered his chest. There, the human skin book was warm. Before, he collected a wave of crimes against the target in the secret place of underground hiding. Luo Hong never came to see them.

Now, Luo Hong can't wait to solve the problem of Luo Qiye. After that, he finds a place where there is no one to care about the evil harvest.

However, the monks of Wangchuan temple are playing one after another.

Luo Hong was also a little annoyed.

"At the beginning, the king of Zhenbei brought my seventh uncle here to take advantage of the purity of Wangchuan temple to calm his madness As a result, you put him in a Buddhist well like a prison. Now, my Luo family has to go through many hurdles when they come to see seventh uncle. "

"What do you mean?"

Luo Hongdao.

Master Farrow sighed. What can he say?

There's no reason for Wangchuan temple. Originally, Luo Qiye was just living in the side courtyard of Wangchuan temple. One day, Luo Qiye went crazy, demolished the side courtyard, and even injured several martial monks. The Buddha head ordered him to seal it in the Buddha well

Now, it seems that there is a lot of tricky in it.

Although Luo Qiye is insane, he goes to Wangchuan temple and is influenced by Buddhism. He often accompanies the ancient Buddha with green lights in the pure place. He is quiet and will not hurt the martial monks at all.

Master Farrow thought that perhaps it was from then on that the Buddha head joined hands with the Xia family.

Luo Hong said nothing more. He raised his hand and pressed it on the old stone gate of the ancient temple.

Boom

The stone door was pushed open, with a creak and a clatter of chains.

A strong air burst out suddenly.

Yuan blind man, Zhao Xinghe and situ Wei, with their faces fixed, took a step in front of Luo Hong.

The momentum of the three first-class masters is as real as a dragon. It seems that a dragon roars from the sky and collides with the momentum of the Buddha well hall.

Boom!

They were oppressed by this momentum and retreated.

Each step back, the three people will step out the half finger deep footprints on the ground.

They raised their heads in horror, only to find that although Luo Hong's clothes were noisy, they were calm and motionless in this momentum.Luo Hong was so easy to resist the pressure that none of them could bear.

Young master Are you still human?

While Luo Hong, leaning on the dizang sword, pushed the door open and felt the terrible pressure, but his face didn't change much.

Although the pressure is strong, compared with sitting on the Black Lotus terrace, it seems to face the pressure of a whole huge world, which is nothing but a small one.

The tip of dizang sword rubbed the ground, and he stepped into the Buddha well hall.

As soon as the fojing hall enters, it is a huge atrium as wide as a square. It is surrounded by luxuriant ancient trees, which cover the sky and shade the sky.

On that ground, there are 81 ancient wells, each of which is as big as the roof of a house, and each of which is covered with heavy refined iron covers.

Luo Hong glanced at the Buddhist well, and his eyes shifted to the three old monks, sitting in the niches full of frost moss and traces of time.

The three old monks were covered with thick dust, as if they had not moved for decades, and they were integrated into the niche and incarnated into Buddha statues.

And the terror of heaven and earth was released from the three monks.

One chain after another, along the well after well, connects the old monks in the three niches.

Suddenly, an old monk with dusty eyebrows shakes off the dust of years, opens his eyes full of vicissitudes and looks at Luo Hong.

The other two monks also opened their eyes in the niche and looked at Luo Hong.

The pressure between heaven and earth suddenly becomes huge, like three real Buddhas overlooking Luo Hong.

"I'm Luo Hong, the grandson of the king of Zhenbei. If you want to see the seventh uncle Luo Xiaobei, please help the three monks."

Luo Hong looked at the three old monks and said.

He can't see through the strength of the three old monks, but it can be inferred that the three old monks Absolutely strong.

Words linger in the ancient temples full of the breath of time.

There was no response. The three monks all opened their turbid eyes and looked at Luo Hong.

They watched in amazement.

After a long time, an old monk with skin as shriveled as thousand year old bark laughed.

"Carrying the eight thousand year Buddhist fortune of Wangchuan temple..."

"Benefactor and Buddha are predestined relationship, which is not only a blessing, but also a sin."

The old monk said.

Luo Hong, holding the dizang sword in his hand and dressed in white, breathed out a breath and said slowly, "I know that the master wants the order of the Buddha's head to open the well. Let me see the seventh uncle?"

"However, the Buddha's head was sealed by my teacher, master, under the ten thousand Buddha's bell, which was smashed and set up again with one blow. If the Buddha's head was sealed, there should be no chance to issue an order..."

The old monk began to laugh. How could he not hear Luo Hong's words? Luo Hong was using his master to oppress him.

"There are rules in heaven and earth. It's better to obey them than to be a teacher."

"Otherwise, the order of the world will collapse, and there will be many demons and evil spirits."

The old monk said.

"Therefore, the rules should also be obeyed. Since the benefactor does not have the order of the Buddha's head, if you want to see the sinners under the Buddha well, you should act according to the rules."

Words fall.

The old monk sitting in the Buddhist niche stretched out his hand and pushed forward slowly.

Before Luo Hong could react, he felt that his mind swayed and he was drawn into a mysterious world.

And outside fojing temple.

Blind yuan tilted his head and looked grim.

Zhao Xinghe and situ Wei are also frowning, somewhat uneasy.

It's very dangerous for Luo Hong to face the three old monks of Wangchuan Temple alone. The three old monks are immeasurable. If they show any evil intention, Luo Hong will suffer.

Master Farrow had two palms together.

"Amitabha, the three benefactors are at ease. Now benefactor Luo is carrying the eight thousand year fortune of Wangchuan temple. The elders will not give him a hand."

The three of them felt at ease when they said this.

"However, at this moment, Lord Rochester has entered the spiritual realm assigned by his predecessors If benefactor Luo wants to see benefactor Luo Xiaobei, he must break the situation laid down by his predecessors. "

"This is the rule of Wangchuan temple."

Said master farrow.

Spirit fight?

Yuan blind three people just fall of heart, suddenly raised again.

The spiritual struggle is the most fatal. Luo Hong is just a friar of four grades. How can he fight against the will of these monks who have been practicing for hundreds of years?

Isn't that bullying?

At this moment, Luo Hong feels that everything in the world is changing.

When he opened his eyes, a huge square appeared before he appeared. On the square, there seemed to be one Buddha light after another, crisscrossed vertically and horizontally, forming a huge chessboard.

On the other side of the chessboard, the old monk sitting in the Buddhist niche sat on the ground.

Luo Hong slightly side face, you can see the body side, there is a chess box, chess box full of round black pieces."Amitabha."

"According to the rules of Wangchuan temple, if the benefactor wants to meet the people of fojing, he needs to break the chess game. This chess is not as powerful as chess. He only fights the Zen Mind."

"Even if the heaven and man behind the gate of heaven face the dust, it is the same."

"Even if the master comes, he needs to break the situation first."

The old monk in the niche, light way.

"If you fail to break the game, you may be haunted by demons. You will be depressed and frustrated for half your life. If you don't often accompany the ancient Buddha, you will have trouble sleeping and eating. Benefactor, please think twice before you act."

Luo Hong nodded, indicating that he knew.

He sat down with his knees crossed, and when he sat down, he entered the game without regret.

Reach out and pick up a sunspot in the chess box.

Make a quick decision. He is still in a hurry to solve the problems here and find a place where there is no one to see the evil harvest. If the evil harvest is early, Luo Hong is afraid that if it is late, the evil will disappear unconsciously.

The old monk in the Buddhist niche was speechless when he saw that Luo Hong did not even hesitate to sit down

Although the spiritual game has little influence on cultivation, the promotion of spiritual level is closely related to cultivation.

The young master of the northern palace of the town is really a bit of a big trust.

I'm afraid I'll be too late if I suffer mental damage.

This is true of all young people. They are not frustrated and do not know how to be awed.

To break the game, you need to enter it.

Entering the game requires fighting and fighting.

"Benefactor, if the game is not finished, can it be withdrawn? "No?"

The old monk in the niche looked at Luo Hong and asked again that he intended to give Luo Hong another chance, otherwise once the mental chess game was formed, he would not retreat.

Luo shook his head and closed his eyes.

All of a sudden, a burning Buddhist lamp was suspended beside him, and the light of the Buddha came down from it, making Luo Hong calm.

In Luo Hong's body, the light of the Buddha began to surge, and his desire was to form a colorful glow in the back of his brain, forming a real Buddha plate.

Maybe it's not enough.

Luo Hong's mind moved, the second, the third, the fourth

Continuous five Buddhist lanterns, long suspension, like a five wheel moon disk, hanging in his body.

"I'm ready. Come on."

Luo Hongning is very important.

Old monk: "I'm not sure."

Looking at the Buddha lamp floating around Luo Hong, the colorful glow and the faint Buddha plate

This half body costume really blinds him.

"Amitabha That's it. Here we go. "

The old monk said.

Words fall, the old monk dry as a thousand years of bark fingers picked up a Hunyuan white chess, chess pieces fall.

On the wide chessboard square in front of him, black and white chessmen suddenly appeared.

It's like two black and white dragons fighting on a chessboard.

The black chess pieces Luo Hong was holding suddenly weighed more than ten million jin. A strong idea poured into the sea of his spirit and will from the chessboard.

In the mud pill palace, the evil spirits are in virtual shadow. Watching with great interest is like watching a play.

The old monk in the niche felt something. He looked up as if there was a huge object overlooking the chessboard, and his heart trembled.

At the moment, Luo Hong's picture is driven by the spirit and ideas.

It's like a mirage, not a mirage.

In a flash.

Luo Hong found that he appeared, holding a bloody machete, standing in front of a bandit village in the cold moonlight.

Around the corpses stacked, rich blood almost covered the world.

"Please, don't kill us..."

In front of Luo Hong, a group of children knelt down, roared and cried.

It's pitiful.

Luo Hong is in a trance. He understands that this is the choice given to him by this game of chess.

Or not.

Luo Hong's eyes were in a trance. The child's sad and pitiful cry made Luo Hong feel pity and want to stop the knife.

But when he was about to withdraw his sword, five Buddhist lanterns appeared around him, which made his mind clear.

Looking at the sad faces of these children, you can see their sad faces shining on the lamp.

Slowly, Luo Hongqiang let out a breath The knife has been drawn.

Poof!

The children's crying stopped and the world was clear.

And Luo Hong is murmur, "I am the official certification of the bad guy."

At the same time.

In the mud pill palace, the evil spirit Xu Ying raised his hand to cover his face, "this stupid Xiao Luo You deserve to be called a bad guy, too? "

"These children resent you very much. They have distorted their ideas and don't know good from evil. If you are a big villain, you should not kill them. You should keep them and teach them well. They hate you, and you can do all the bad things with their hands!"

"That's the right way to open it! Stupid little Luo"It's a shame for me and other evil practitioners!"

The old monk in the niche was a little surprised, but he found that Luo Hong's eyes were clear and bright, and his son fell on the chessboard, facing the old monk's eyes.

Did you choose to draw?

In fact, this is a game.

Drawing a sword is Zen.

The common people often choose to withdraw their swords because they only see the pity in front of them, but they never thought that if these children grew up in the bandit village and were used to killing people, they would have already felt resentment. If they withdraw their swords, they would release a lot of bandits again. In the future, they would grow up to be fierce bandits in the world, killing people and setting fire, and even revenge with a hundred or a thousand times of ruthlessness.

To kill these children and not to show mercy to them is to show mercy to people all over the world.

Luo Hong's eyes are clear, and the black spot falls on the chessboard.

Looking at the old monk calmly.

Although the old monk has no compassion for Luo Hong's eyes, Luo Hong's Buddha light is full of compassion.

Luo Hong said: "can the game be broken?"

Old monk: "broken, but I want to ask, didn't benefactor ever feel soft?"

Luo Hong said: "if it is useful to cry, what can we do with blood?"

The old monk said: "he is worthy of carrying the eight thousand year Buddhist movement of Wangchuan temple. He has a clear mind and a deep understanding of Buddhism."

Luo Hong

There seems to be something wrong.

"Benefactor, I understand."

"What do you know?"

"Benefactor, I think what I know is what I know..."

Luo Hong

Luo Hong didn't bother to talk and asked, "can I see seventh uncle?"

The old monk in the Buddhist niche raised his head and looked at the virtual shadow that disappeared above the chessboard.

Palms together, chin.

"Yes."

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