For the time being, the United States remains the world's largest power. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Technology is the most developed.

The United States is also the fourth largest country in the world in terms of land area.

With such a vast soil, there is always a mysterious place, and it is inaccessible.

The mountains of Algar are undulating, and the clouds are so deep that almost no one knows that there is a small cave somewhere in the shadows.

Inside the cave, however, is a huge grotto.

The grotto is full of Buddha statues.

These Buddha statues, some of which are very old and some of which are very new, are not as huge and magnificent as the Buddha statues in the tourist attractions outside.

That's exactly what it is, so it's hidden.

An area inside the grotto, where a temple was also built, is small in scale and has few rooms.

An old monk is using a very traditional tool to strike a stone that is slightly taller than a person.

The stone was already blurred and formed, a half-finished image of a Buddha.

The old monk was tapping and chanting sutras, and the sound of tinkling was heard inside the grotto.

In his mind, this should be another form of wooden fish.

At the same time, in the mountains and forests, where there was no way to see the road at all, a burly figure was moving through at a speed like a wild beast.

This man had a round celestial spirit cover and hair, but it was less than ten centimeters.

Dressed in the usual autumn clothes worn by everyone in the world and carrying a large backpack, he looks like a mountaineer, and there is no difference.

However, when he stopped somewhere, he forcibly pushed away a huge stone that had been placed in the place, and dug a hole in the bottom of the stone, took out a package from it, opened it, shook out a monk's robe, and quickly changed it.

His whole person was transformed into a standard monk.

He put the clothes he had gone to the town at the foot of the mountain into a package and put them back in their place, then pushed back the huge stone that ordinary people could not push, took two steps back, folded his hands, bowed to the stone, and said Amitabha.

Immediately, he put on his backpack and left the place, a young face full of determination.

His steps are relaxed, as if he is walking on the ground, and when he walks, he actually closes his eyes, and he is at ease.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes with a sense of feeling, paused at his feet, and turned his head to look in one direction.

Between the clouds and mist, there was a figure from far to near, gradually becoming clear.

He is also a monk.

"Master...... Hey, that's not right. Amitabha, I don't know which master it is? The young monk's face changed slightly, and a look of vigilance and worry appeared.

Although they were all monks, he obviously didn't want any monks outside to know about this place.

When that monk walked in front of this young monk, the face revealed was the Fuyong monk who Li Jiuzhen tried to find and then take revenge!

Monk Fuyong also sang the Buddha horn to the young monk and introduced himself: "Poor monk Fuyong, dare to ask the little master, how to go to Yunzhong Temple?" ”

"Cloud Temple!" The young monk took three steps back, and then hurriedly shook his head, "The little monk doesn't know what Yunzhong Temple is. The little monk just traveled all over the world and came here unintentionally. ”

"Monks don't speak, little master, you don't have to be nervous." Monk Fuyong smiled and said, "The poor monk has no ill intentions. ”

"The little monk really doesn't know where the Yunzhong Temple is, so the master should ask someone else. Amitabha, the little monk still has something to do, so he will leave first......"

He hurried away, and when he turned around, he found that Monk Fuyong was coming, and he simply ran wildly, far faster than before.

However, no matter how he ran, Monk Fuyong was always able to hang far behind.

And the appearance of Monk Fuyong is always like pacing slowly.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

As soon as the young monk saw Fuyong showing such a hand, he knew that the other party was a powerful master far beyond himself, and he naturally did not dare to go in the direction of the grotto, but relied on the terrain and circled with Fuyong, trying to get rid of it.

However, when Fuyong followed and found that he was leading the way, he took out the mountain and river needle, and once urged, he silently sensed.

"Please forgive the poor monk for being abrupt."

He said something to the air, and immediately followed the needle and continued to walk.

The young monk turned around again, and when he saw this, he was so anxious that he stomped his feet, so he had to follow.

"Master, master, please stop, there is no way forward."

"There is an existing road, why not?"

"The road is broken, so it doesn't work!"

"The poor monk is willing to take his life as a road."

"Master, why force it? Outsiders are not welcome here. ”

"Do you have a title deed here?"

"......" The young monk was speechless.

He's got a fart title deed, so he's not the owner of this place, to be precise.

If you don't welcome it, you can't talk about it.

Seeing that Monk Fuyong was getting closer and closer to the grotto, the young monk gritted his teeth and rushed over to block the front: "Master, if you insist on going, don't blame the little monk for being polite." ”

Monk Fuyong smiled and continued to walk.

"Humph!"

The young monk turned his face sideways and stepped forward to grab it.

With a wave of one hand, Fuyong's burly body of the young monk retreated a lot.

"Hah!"

The young monk did not give up, and continued to rush and kick Fuyong hard.

Fuyong stepped sideways, still with one hand, blocking the young monk's kick.

"It's not bad." Fuyong felt the power of his kick, nodded, and took the initiative to attack, poking a finger at the young monk's eyebrows.

The young monk hurriedly hid, but before he could do so, he felt that his consciousness was like a dung pit, stirred into chaos by a-stirring stick.

This analogy is disgusting.

"What kind of move is this?" The young monk was dazed, sitting on the ground with his head groggy, and he had no strength, but it was difficult to control it.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Monk Fuyong was gone.

"Alas!"

With a long sigh, he ran at full speed in the direction of the grotto.

When he arrived near the entrance of the cave, he saw Monk Fukunaga walking around, like a fly spinning around without a head.

Seeing this, the young monk breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but show a hint of schadenfreude.

In the past, it was not that no one had strayed into this place, but in the end, it seemed to have entered a maze, and somehow it went out again.

The entrance to the stone cave is small, but it is there, and it is reasonable to say that it is easy to find.

But no one saw it.

It was as if something invisible, untouchable, affected their senses.

The old monk is not dead, and the young monk has not yet become the "host" of this place, so I don't know why this is happening at this time.

In the same way, he didn't know why he and his master were not affected and could calmly walk into the cave.

He didn't know why, but Fukunaga did.

Because the aura here is disordered, it is similar to the nature of Beihu Mountain.

If it was in the past, even if Fuyong had a deep knowledge of Feng Shui, it would be useless.

Now, with the support of the mountain and river needle, after a dragon search, he has steadily hit the hole!

Kiss!

A broken voice that didn't exist in reality, but seemed to reach the ears clearly, rang out.

As soon as the aura broke, the wind was light and clear, and a certain oppressive feeling that permeated the place was swept away.

Before the young monk could react, Fuyong smiled slightly and walked straight towards the entrance of the cave.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

The young monk was startled and rushed to stop him.

Even if you know that you are not an opponent, you will not hesitate.

His fist was about to hit Fukunaga, and Fukunaga didn't seem to move.

"Yongle, stop, let the teacher come." The old monk walked out and shot towards Fuyong.

Syllable!

A thunderous voice sounded in the young monk's ears.

It's auditory hallucinations.