Chapter 3 The Deserted Gobi 1

(The third update will have a meeting in the afternoon in advance, and the third update will continue tomorrow.)

Out of the Monk's City is the barren Gobi of the Buddha's country. The barren Gobi connects the Monk's City and Dunhuang City, which is known as the second Buddha capital of the Buddha's country.

The history of the Buddha Kingdom is 400 years longer than that of the Song Dynasty, and there have been no rebellions and rebellions under the rule of Dalin Temple. Each generation of emperors was appointed by Dalin Temple to ascend the throne, because the transcendent status and faith of Dalin Temple gave Dalin Temple more power than the Land of the Central Plains and the Southern Palace.

In the history of the Buddha, even the Dalin Temple has to be treated specially, and the main road to Dunhuang City is the barren Gobi.

It is rumored that after the Buddha achieved the position of the true Buddha and founded the Dalin Temple, he came to the barren Gobi to sify the beasts in the Gobi.

Zhao Feng left the monk's city and walked on the barren Gobi with few pedestrians. One of the reasons was the hot temperature in the afternoon.

A monk like Zhao Feng is a little tired in such a hot temperature. In the afternoon, the yellow sand on the ground of Haoyang Bar is hot when it is the hottest in Ximo.

At this time, the Gobi has no trace of biological activity except for some dangers.

Zhao Feng walked in the long Gobi and pointed out some dilapidated stone houses except for the yellow sand. At this time, Zhao Feng's white shirt had already been wet with sweat.

And the true qi in the body has also been chaotic. If you hadn't stepped into the door of Buddhism, you must have rioted the true qi in your body now.

"Sure enough, Ximo is more terrible than expected, not to mention that this thin aura of heaven and earth is such a high temperature that makes countless practitioners stop," Zhao Feng thought as he walked.

Suddenly, Zhao Feng narrowed her eyes into the distance, and several figures appeared on the horizon in the distance.

Zhao Feng moved forward cautiously and slowly. When he walked in, he saw several people sitting on a squatting stone, and those people had already been dried by Zhao Feng and felt the breath of life.

Zhao Feng sighed slightly and continued to move forward. The danger of the Gobi was not the invisible beasts but the temperature.

When the temperature on the Gobi began to drop in the west of Haoyang, Zhao Feng found a broken stone house nearby and found some dry branches and raised a fire.

Slowly, the temperature of the red moon and the sky of the Gobi is already cold and trembling, and the temperature in the western desert at night, which is different from the day, is already below zero.

Zhao Feng, who was sitting next to the fire, felt the warmth from the fire and fell into enlightenment. With the passage of time, Zhao Feng's previous calm face slowly appeared in pain.

Zhao Feng suddenly opened her eyes and gasped with sweat on her face, and she looked at the darkness with great fear in her eyes after a long time before slowly calming her mood.

"Do Buddhist practitioners have to experience such a horrible fantasy?" Zhao Feng thought to himself.

Zhao Feng, who has just entered the perception, realized the artistic conception of the Buddha's power in the Qianming Temple, but when he was about to break through the day after tomorrow and enter the innate, there were horrible scenes, just like the underworld, full of cold fear and other negative emotions.

Zhao Feng looked at the dark Gobi and kept recalling the picture just now. When those emotions had disappeared in his body, he appeared again to make himself feel that his cultivation was not strong.

Slowly, Zhao Feng closed his eyes again and began to feel the impact on the innate realm. At this time, the sleeping seeds of the college skills and the apocalypse skills in his body had slowly disappeared and finally returned to the origin.

Those pictures appeared in Zhao Feng's mind again. The scenes in those pictures were like the end of the world, and countless ghosts entered the world from somewhere in the void.

Zhao Feng's face began to show a painful expression, and the sweat dripped down and wet the ground.

It's just that with the passage of time, the painful expression on Zhao Feng's face slowly calmed down, but his eyebrows still frowned, indicating that the doomsday-like picture in his mind had not completely disappeared.

Pang...

Suddenly, a sound came from Zhao Feng's body, which was like the light cry of an orion in the dark, which cut through the dark night.

And Zhao Feng saw in his body that a seed of green lotus was slowly absorbing the thin aura of heaven and earth around him and slowly growing. At the same time, another book-like true qi and a sun-like true qi in his body suddenly appeared and then disappeared.

At this time, Zhao Feng's breath has completely entered the innate realm from the acquired realm.

Zhao Feng opened her eyes and carefully checked the situation in her body and then exhaled a turbid breath.

"Although it has entered the innate realm, the practice of Buddhism is not perfect. Even if you feel the artistic conception in the medieval Buddha's relitory in the temple along the road, you can't really enter the destiny or Dongxuan," Zhao Feng said to himself

"I will definitely read the heavenly book in Dalin Temple," Zhao Feng thought firmly.

At this time, somewhere in the Gobi, a group of Buddhist practitioners in yellow monk's robes were silently practicing their skills in a dilapidated stone house.

The appearance of a figure directly woke up several people. They began to look at the figure on guard and then knelt down sincerely after seeing the figure's clothes.

The man looked at the people who were kneeling down and said a few words, then sat by the fire and closed his eyes.

And in the governor's office of Dunhuang City.

A group of men in black monk's robes looked at the governor with great fear in his eyes and smiled, and then waved his hand and saw the governor's head landing.

Then a white avenue flew from the sky and fell into the governor's mansion. A Buddhist monk in a black robe took off the paper on the feet of the white avenue and released the white avenue.

The Buddhist priest in the black monk's robe handed over the paper of the white vulture to the man.

The man's pupil shrank when he opened the paper and saw the content above.

"Give the paper to your majesty," the man said.

"Yes" The Buddhist monk in the black robe took the paper and disappeared into the darkness.

"I hope your majesty can completely defeat the back party this time." The man whispered, then took a look at the governor of Dunhuang, who had been separated by the corpse, and left the study.

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At the same time, Qingye, the born in the back mountain of Dalin Temple, was welcomed in the Qianming Temple of the Monk City.

Qingye walked into the Qianming Temple, and all the abbots and monks of Qianming Temple knelt down to show their respect for Qingye.

"He's been here," Qingye stood in the hall and said softly.

"Yes" The abbot of Qianming Temple looked down at the ground and replied

"He felt the artistic conception in the reli of the ancient Buddha of the Qianming Dynasty," Qingye asked again.

"Yes" the abbot of Qianming Temple answered again

After hearing this, Qingye waved his hand at the Qianming ancient Buddha's golden body and flew into Qingye's hand. Qingye felt the Buddha's power brought by the Qianming ancient Buddha's relition and then turned away.

Zhidao Qingye left Qianming Temple and left the monk's city. The abbot of Qianming Temple and the monks looked up to continue their work as if it were just a fantasy, and only the relic that disappeared in the golden hand of the Buddha showed the arrival of Qingye.

The southern countries are close to the wilderness of Qi. The land of the State of Qi is not large, but only the area of the state of the Song Dynasty. Linzi, the capital of the State of Qi, is famous for its roast duck.

The teacher and Lu Xiaoxiaozi are eating roast duck. The teacher and Zizi are wolfing roast duck in contrast to Lu Xiaoxiao's meal.

"Teacher, you really don't lose as a foodie," Zizi said while eating roast duck.

After listening to this, the teacher directly hit Zizi's head with a wooden stick and then said, "It's a gourmet"

Although the pounded child was painful, he still did not give up and continued to eat the roast duck.

Lu Xiaoxiao shook his head and didn't say anything. He just smiled.

In the back of the college, Lin Zichun and Tuo Man sat in the shade of a tree and played Go, but the rapid fall of the two made people think that it was a mess.

The rhubarb by the lake looked angrily at Xiaoma who took away her food, while Xiaoma stood on the branch and looked at the rhubarb with flirting eyes.

"Teacher (Uncle), is it a blessing or a curse for the third brother to go to Ximo?" In different places, at the same time, Lu Xiaoxiao and Tuo Man asked at the same time

"Buddha's situation is both a blessing and a curse," the teacher and Lin Zijun replied at the same time.