Kill the white ape, collect the bear saint, and deter the wood clan. This Dongyang King Kong Festival made the name of Dongyang Ancient Temple spread throughout the entire Dongling Eastern Region.

At this time, the blood stains on the corpse of the white ape on the Dongyang Hall had already been cleaned up. Amu suppressed everything with extraordinary means. The battle between shemales has come to an end for the time being.

Everything in the main hall is back to normal, only Amu's blood-stained green clothes seem to prove something.

In any case, this grandmaster's argument is no longer possible, no matter who it is, thinking of Fang Cai's matter, still has the mood to argue and solve doubts?

Moreover, almost everyone can feel that although the Tianya of the Donggu Temple suppresses the Mu clan today, things are far from being so simple.

The demon clan wouldn't really swallow this breath, otherwise they wouldn't have provoked such an incident. The Eastern Territory of Dongling is likely to have big changes.

In such a situation, the question in Amu's heart naturally did not have a chance to be raised.

However, after suppressing the Mu clan who were about to move today, especially killing a demon in the Transfiguration Realm, Amu's mood was much happier.

Since there is no opportunity to ask questions to solve doubts, it seems that Donggu Temple may really not be his place to raise his roots, and Amu has other plans in his heart.

At this point, it's getting late.

The shemale races are no longer in the mood. The Mu clan was the first to say goodbye, and the other demon clans naturally followed. This year's Dongyang Vajra Puja can only come to an end hastily.

The monks of Dongyang Ancient Temple began to arrange to send off guests, and Qinghan also had a task.

Today, although the monks of Donggu Temple feel that Amu is more ruthless and may have caused trouble, but more of them have added luster to Dongyang Ancient Temple. Extraordinary things have to use extraordinary means, everyone understands that today's things are not at all about Amu not being able to make a move, and the demon clan is going to provoke.

Many monks came here to pay homage to Amu as a sign of admiration.

Xiaoyun and Master Chenyue naturally felt that their faces were bright, and the two masters of Wuruo and Shui Yun naturally wanted to exchange a few words with Amu. Originally, everyone still wanted to talk to Amu, but Amu politely declined for the time being.

Amu just told Master Wuruo that what happened today must be reported to the Brahma Temple, and at the same time take precautions in advance. Above the East Ridge, I'm afraid that sooner or later things will change.

In fact, Amu still faintly feels that those who are familiar with him may be about to appear in Dongling.

Twenty years is not a short time.

During the three years that Amu came to Dongyang Ancient Temple, he almost never walked in the temple. Today, now that he has appeared at the festival, Amu has just taken the opportunity to walk around at will. At the same time, it also calms down.

Although Amu is nominally a disciple of Donggu Temple, he actually has a great degree of freedom. At the same time, Wuruo and the others knew that Amu had never been able to raise roots, so it was inconvenient to force anything.

Changed into a clean green clothes, sometimes, walking quietly alone is far better than having someone to accompany you.

Dongyang Ancient Temple is actually quite large, and the entire Dongyang Mountain should be regarded as the boundary of Dongyang Ancient Temple.

There are many palaces and pavilions, and there are countless towers. At this time, it was dusk, and the entire Dongyang Ancient Temple reverberated with bursts of drums.

The morning bell and dusk drum of the temple have awakened many people.

Amu walked away, slightly dazed in his heart, or didn't care about anything. Before I knew it, I didn't know how far I had gone. Then we arrived at a hill, where there are several ancient trees towering to the sky, and a stream gurgling and flowing, which makes people feel calm.

The sun sinks in the west, sprinkling golden light, reflected in the stream, a piece of gold.

The stream was not fast, but it was quite powerful.

Turning around this small hill, Amu saw that on a bluestone by the stream, there was an old monk wearing an old gray monk's robe sitting cross-legged.

There are many hermits in the depths of the green mountains, and there are many sages in the hermits. Seeing this old monk, Amu's heart moved. However, presumably this should be a monk who practiced in seclusion in Dongyang Ancient Temple.

The old monk came out cross-legged and meditated. After taking a few steps closer, Amu didn't bother, and at this time, Amu could only see his side face.

What surprised Amu was that with Amu's eyesight, he couldn't see the cultivation of this old monk. You must know that if Amu can't see the cultivation, it must be a strong person above the scattered soul.

Dongyang Ancient Temple is just equivalent to the status of the Northern Han Sect in the Northern Wilderness, could it be that there are also characters like Bitter Heart?

However, at this time, Amu saw that the cultivation realm of this old monk should be far better than hard work. In fact, the realm strength of the entire Dongling sect is a cut above that of the Northern Wilderness and Heishui.

The remnant sun spreads the water, and the stream reflects red.

Amu didn't speak, just looked at the scenery in the mountains, and his heart gradually became quiet. The matter of the Dongyang Festival came to an end for the time being, and at this time, Amu was silent in the shijie of his own roots.

In the Danhai, a wisp of Buddha fire is neither extinguished nor extinguished, but it just can't be set into roots. Weishenme has always been a problem that Amu has been struggling with.

Amu didn't bother the old monk, and the old monk didn't seem to be interested in Amu's arrival.

As the night darkened, Amu stayed here quietly, and he forgot to return for a while.

The moon has not yet come out, and the stars are dotted.

"Alas!" Amu finally let out a long breath of turbidity, and his heart seemed to be a little more relaxed.

"You seem to have something troubled!" the old monk not far away finally spoke first.

"Oh, disciple Tianya, disturb the master's cultivation!" Amu bowed to the old monk. Actually, the two parties didn't speak, but they both knew each other's existence.

"Are you a lay disciple of Dongyang Ancient Temple?" said the old monk.

"Exactly!" said Amu.

"Who are you, entering the temple as a layman, and being able to walk to my Rishenxi, you must not be an ordinary disciple!" the old monk seemed to smile faintly.

"The disciple is a disciple of Master Qianzang?" said Amu respectfully.

"Qianzang's disciple?" the old monk hesitated, "Qianzang has been gone for many years, how can there be a disciple of yours who is only 100 years old? Besides, I basically know a little about Qianzang's disciples, how come I have never seen you?"

"Huh, Shou Yuan is only 100 years old?" Amu's heart moved. This old monk can actually see his true age at a glance, which is not something that ordinary people can do.

"The disciples were led by Xiaoyun and Chenyue, and three years ago, they just entered the temple. So the master doesn't know!" replied Amu truthfully.

"Oh! I see!" the old monk nodded, turned sideways, and turned his face to Amu.

But when he saw the old monk's face, Amu couldn't help but feel a sudden tightness in his heart.

Millennial Zen!

It turned out that the face of this old monk was very similar to the appearance of the ghost saint of the Immortal Ghost Sect at the beginning. Half of the old monk's face is still a normal human face, and half of it is only shriveled flesh, and the eye sockets of that half of the face are deeply sunken, and the eye is completely closed, I don't know if there are still eyeballs.

Although it was covered by a monk's robe, it was already clear from the external outline that the half of the old monk's body must have been completely withered. The monk's robe was crumbling.

Millennial Zen is a supreme method for Buddhist ascetics to practice. As the name suggests, it is to meditate for thousands of years in order to cultivate one's own mind and understand the Dharma.

It is said that this thousand-year-old Zen is wonderful, and it is the Dafa of the Buddha. Cultivating to zuihou is to abandon the physical body and directly ascend to the position of the immortal Buddha, which is an extremely domineering exercise.

However, this thousand years of immobility, for ordinary monks, it is more powerful than ascending to the sky. Even many eminent monks are reluctant to choose such a way of ascetic practice.

Therefore, a monk who can practice Zen for a thousand years must be a person with an extremely firm mind and can endure great loneliness. Yi Amu thought that even if he chose to practice the thousand-year-old Zen practice in the ancient temple of Brahma, there would be only a handful.

At this time, this old monk is sitting here, like this, it must be a thousand-year-old Zen of Buddhism's secret art, and it is quite accomplished.

Amu didn't expect that in this second-rate Dongyang Ancient Temple in Dongling, Yujian could actually practice a thousand years of Zen monks. The heritage of this Donggu Temple seems to be a little terrifying.

"Do you know the exercises I practice?" the old monk looked at Amu and said in slight surprise.

If ordinary people see the appearance of the old monk who is not a human or a ghost, his complexion changes early, Amu is only slightly surprised, this concentration is extraordinary.

"Millennial Zen! The younger generation has only heard of it! I don't know if it's right?"

"Oh!" the old monk looked at Amu and smiled, noncommittal, "Sort of!"

Although Amu felt that the old monk's answer was a little strange, it was inconvenient to ask deeply, so he had to say: "Please ask the master's name! ”

"The old man is dustless!" the old monk smiled and said, "It's not good to talk about seniority." ”

"I've seen the Dustless Master again!" Amu bowed again. Although they had not heard of the name of Wuchen, and the other party had not said their seniority, they knew in their hearts that this old monk was anything but ordinary.

Practicing the exercises of thousand-year-old Zen may be a high-ranking monk above the realm of tribulation. Not to mention the seniority, it is estimated that the seniority is too high.

"Although you are a mortal body, but the Buddha is not shallow!" The old monk who claimed to be dustless looked at Amu carefully, his eyes stayed slightly in the center of Amu's eyebrows, a trace of strange color flashed in his eyes, and then smiled, "You and I met today because of fate! If you have any boring and incomprehensible doubts, it is better to say them. Since it is, a disciple of Dongyang Ancient Temple, Lao Wei may be able to solve your doubts!"

"Oh?" Amu's heart moved.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.