In the early morning, the sun is faint.

Boom!

In a temple, accompanied by a majestic and loud bell ringing in the temple, followed by the sound of knocking on the wooden fish and chanting the scriptures wafted throughout the temple.

"Scared!"

In a meditation room, Mu Changsheng was lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, but when the bell rang, his eyes suddenly opened, and then he sat up from the bed sweating profusely.

"Donor, you're awake!"

At this moment, a young voice sounded in the meditation room.

The patriarch turned his head slightly, and saw a little monk who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a gray monk's robe and monk's shoes, cleaning the meditation room, and he was the one who spoke just now.

"Who are you, and where is this?"

The pastor said in a low voice, looking at the meditation room with deep vigilance in his eyes as he spoke.

"The little monk is dusty!"

The little monk wiped the table and said with a smile: "As for this, this is our Tianning Temple. ”

"Tianning Temple?"

Mu Changsheng's eyes flashed: "Whose temple is this, how can I appear here?"

"Donor, you're talking funny. ”

The little monk smiled when he heard this: "Other little monks don't dare to say it, but within these thousands of miles, who doesn't know that Tianning Temple is the temple of the Medicine Buddha, could it be ...... You're from out of town?"

"Medicine Buddha?"

Hearing this, Mu Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "Almost, you haven't said how I can appear in your Tianning Temple!"

"That's right, donor, you fainted in the street. ”

The little monk said with a smile: "Then I was met by my wise and wise two uncles and brought back to the temple." ”

"It's no wonder. ”

Mu Changsheng watched his original torn clothes disappear, and changed into a gray monk's robe and said.

"Hum Mi ......"

At this time, the sound of chanting scriptures and knocking on wooden fish in the temple came.

Pastor Changsheng glanced out from the open doorway and said, "What are you doing outside?"

"Oh, that's the senior brothers, the abbot, and the elders doing their morning classes in the main hall!"

The little monk smiled shyly, and looked at the main hall as he spoke, with a little hope in his eyes.

"Then why didn't you go?" said the pastor.

"I started late, only half a month. ”

"According to the rules of the temple, you need to practice in the temple for a year before you can learn Buddhism. ”

"There's nothing to learn about the Dharma, it's useless to learn that thing. ”

Mu Changsheng shook his head, and beckoned: "I see that you are quite pleasing to the eye today, little monk, come here, I will teach you some methods of cultivating the truth, so that you can learn to live forever and become an immortal, how about it?"

As he spoke, Mu Changsheng smiled and looked at the little monk Lichen.

But to his disappointment, the little monk listened to his words and instead of coming to him, his eyes were full of anger.

"You are not allowed to belittle our Dharma. ”

The little monk blushed and said angrily: "Also, our uncle kindly saved you, I didn't expect you to be a liar, what kind of immortal, if you were a fairy, would you still faint on the road hungry?"

With that, he threw the rag into the basin of water and went out with a huff.

"I ......"

Mu Changsheng's face turned dark, and he wanted to explain, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.

How can he say that he is the dignified Holy Lord and the boss of an army of ten thousand demons?

Later, after entering a pagoda in a secret realm, he woke up in a daze and became a beggar with no mana?

Don't be funny, if you don't talk about it for now, some people will believe it or not, but now it's a question of whether he can say it.

Here he has lost his mana and supernatural powers, and it can be said that now is the time when his Qiankun Holy Lord is at his weakest.

Here, even a monster who has not become an immortal, but has only reached the Tongxuan Realm, can destroy him, so he still dares to say that he is not looking for death.

After entering the pagoda, it is okay to lose his mana inexplicably, but if he dies here inexplicably, it will be a shame for his life.

"Uncle Mingxin!"

While he was groaning, suddenly the voice of the little monk greeting others came from the door.

"Mingxin?"

The patriarch listened in the room and muttered, "Isn't that the monk who brought me to Tianning Temple?"

Then he pricked up his ears and listened.

"Hmm!"

Mingxin said: "Has the benefactor in the meditation room woken up?"

"I'm awake, but Uncle Shi ......"

Lichen said: "The person you rescued is a liar. ”

"Oh?"

Mingxin smiled when he heard this, and said, "Why is he a liar?"

"You don't know, he said that it was useless to learn Buddhism, and he wanted to trick me into learning some method of cultivating the truth with him, and he said that after learning it, he could live forever and become an immortal. ”

Lichen was both aggrieved and a little angry: "But Uncle Shi, you think, if he was so capable, he would have been an immortal a long time ago, but would the immortal still faint on the street with hunger, so it can be seen that this guy is clearly a liar, is it really as easy to deceive as a three-year-old child?"

"Uh...... Hahaha......"

Hearing this, Mingxin was stunned, then laughed, shook his head, and raised his hand and said, "Okay, Lichen, you go back first, I'll go see this donor." ”

"Hmm!"

Lichen nodded, but reminded again: "But Uncle Shi, you must be careful of that liar, don't be deceived by him." ”

"Don't worry, Uncle Shi knows. ”

Mingxin said and went up the steps in front of the room, walked a few steps and entered the door of the meditation room.

"Qiankun donor, long time no see!"

After entering the meditation room, Mingxin held the Buddha beads in his hand and raised his palm with one hand, and smiled at Mu Changsheng.

"What, ...... you are"

After being called out of his identity, Mu Changsheng was taken aback, and couldn't help but look at the Mingxin in front of him.

I saw that this monk was wearing a yellow monk's robe, with a large string of Buddhist beads around his neck, looking gentle and polite, and his face was very delicate, and he looked like he was twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

"Descend the Dragon!"

Mu Changsheng stared at the smiling monk in front of him, who else could it be the Dragon Descending Arhat who entered the wall one step ahead of him?

Then Mu Changsheng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "What haven't you seen for a long time, haven't we just met?"

"Just met?"

Hearing this, the dragon's face changed, and he said in surprise: "After the little monk entered that wall, he has obviously lived here for three years......"

"What's the matter, as soon as you entered that wall with your front foot, my back foot followed up, and it didn't take long before and after, but the outside world has been here for so long, has it been three years?"

Saying that, Mu Changsheng's expression was a little unnatural, and he said, "But as soon as I came in, something happened here, and then I fainted, so it seems that I ran into you later, right?"

"Condition?"

The descending dragon said with a solemn expression: "It's the loss of cultivation, right?!"

"Don't you ...... too?"

The pastor's face changed.

The dragon descended solemnly and nodded, "This place is no different from the outside world, there are also powerful demons in it, but it seems to have specifically suppressed our cultivation, and I can only recover to the level of Tongxuan Realm after three years of cultivation, and the Purple Mansion can't open it up even if I try my best." ”

"You've arrived at the Mystery Realm?"

The face of the pastor changed greatly, and he said warily: "That...... Why didn't you kill me after you met me, don't you know the name of this seat before?"

"The Holy Lord of Qiankun, a mysterious master who suddenly appeared on the West Niu He Continent in the past few hundred years, has an unfathomable cultivation, and as soon as he appeared, he destroyed the two demon kings who coveted the Thunder Mountain, and became the Lord of the Thunder Mountain. ”

The descending dragon did not answer the question of the patriarch, but said: "And he himself is very mysterious, no one knows his origin, no one has seen his face, and his face is wearing a golden mask day and night......

"It is worthy of being the giant of Xiniu Hezhou. ”

Mu Changsheng interrupted him and sneered, "Your Buddha Sect has indeed noticed me a long time ago. ”

The face of the descending dragon remained unchanged, and he said, "With the power of the Holy Lord, we should pay attention to it. ”

"Then why didn't you kill me this time?" said the pastor.

The descending dragon shook his head and said: "The people of Buddhism never kill, the demons should be influenced by a compassionate heart, and the heart of benevolence should be crossed, so that they can abandon evil and follow good."

"You can't cross me!"

Mu Changsheng sneered: "The reason why you didn't kill me this time is that I'm afraid that you haven't been able to figure out the test of Medicine Buddha for three years here, so you want to spare my life and participate in the enlightenment test together, right?"