Dragon-Marked War God

At the speed of several people, from the forest to the Hurricane Temple, the distance of thousands of miles is really not a distance. It is almost a blink of an eye. Even if it is still far away, Jiang Chen will see a distant place. At the top of the mountain, a temple was built. This temple is just like a small temple.

Surrounded by mountains, the temple is an elegant place to retreat. The place of Buddhism always gives a sense of peace.

"The master of the tyrant, the front is the hurricane temple, please."

Yuan Ming’s abbot reached out and made a requesting posture. Although the tyrant was very young, but the abbot of Yuan Ming did not dare to be half-smooth, Zhangkou was called by the master, and he witnessed the purity of the Buddha’s light, and Yuan Ming’s heart was Unbeatable shock.

"There are 30 monks on the top and bottom of the Hurricane Temple, away from the common customs, and retreat here."

The abbot of Yuan Ming said that although the temple is not big, at least it can accommodate hundreds of monks, but now there are only 30. It is actually a little less, but Buddhism belongs to the minority in all major fields, so this kind of The phenomenon is also very normal, compared with the Great Leiyin Temple in the Western Region, it is simply weak.

The tyrant nodded, and several people landed from the sky and came outside the temple. They saw three golden characters hanging on the bronze door of the temple [Hengfeng Temple,]

Seeing the name of his master, the tyrant immediately put his hands together and smashed his body. Then he asked: "The abbot, I don’t know why this temple is called Hurricane Temple, the barren is from the Western Region, and there is a Buddha in the Western Region. It’s a hurricane. I don’t know what the temple has to do with the hurricane master.”

I heard that the tyrant came from the Western Region, and knew that the hurricane master, the faces of the two old singers were overjoyed, and the eyes of the tyrants were even more different.

"It is no wonder that the master is so young and has such a pure Dharma and cultivation. It turned out to be a sorghum in the Western Region. It is true that the temple is called Hurricane Temple. It is indeed related to the hurricane master. I will tell you in detail."

Yuan Ming’s abbot said.

When you hear the name of the temple, it is really related to your own master. The tyrants naturally want to find out.

Jiang Chen looked around and did not see any difference between the temple. I couldn’t think of any relationship between the temple and the hurricane master. However, since the abbot of Yuan Ming said it, it must have a certain relationship with the hurricane master. Among these, Jiang Chen is also more interested.

Although the temple is small, there is a magnificent hall. In the hall, everyone sits opposite, and some people come to tea.

"The name of the old singer is Zuo Huishan. This is the left family of Yuanyang City. This hurricane temple did not exist. It was only because a few decades ago, my father was in a dilemma when he went out. The key moment was thought to be The sorghum of the Western Regions was rescued. The sorghum was the master of the hurricane. After returning, my father ordered the creation of such a monastery. He also built a statue of the hurricane master, which was enshrined in the hurricane temple. The idea of ​​entering the empty door came here to take care of the monastery. For decades, even though my father was no longer there, the left family came to Hurricane Temple every year to worship."

The abbot of Yuan Ming said, telling the side of the Hurricane Temple, this matter is not a secret in the entire Yuanyang City, so there is nothing to hide.

"It turned out to be."

The monk and Jiang Chen suddenly realized the reason for this Fengfeng Temple. It turned out that the master of the hurricane did a good deed in the past and got such a return.

"A few decades ago, there was no me at that time, but my master often traveled around the city and saved the owner of the left family. That is normal."

In the mind of the monk, he is the abandoned baby who was born when the hurricane master traveled. If there is no hurricane master, there is no such thing as today. Now in this distant Xuan domain, he can still be in the temple of his master, the monk I really feel the pride and pride.

"The abbot just said that there is a statue of the master of the hurricane in the temple, can you go with poverty?"

The monk said, if there is a statue of his own master, if you don’t have a few heads, it’s not like it.

"Master, please."

Yuan Ming’s abbot stood up and walked outside the main hall. Behind the main hall, there was a large hall. On the surface, it was no worse than the front. There was nothing in the hall, and a statue was placed. Statue of the hurricane master.

After Jiang Chen and the tyrants entered the hall, they saw a large statue in front of the statue. It was wearing a quaint yellow robe, with one hand on the chest and a white face on the peaceful face. The statue is vivid and true. It is generally the same as the hurricane master.

"master."

The monk subconsciously called out. He strode to the statue and slammed it down. He slowly slammed three heads, and then he stood up again. He was in the heart of the left family. A small good feeling, the statue of his master is so fine, it can be seen that the left family is still very serious.

master.

Yuan Ming and Yuan Tong both glimpsed, and they heard that the tyrants actually shouted the master of the hurricane master, and their faces immediately changed. The two of them were not fools. The tyrants were so respectful to the statues. Could it be said that this little monk turned out to be The apprentice of the Hurricane Master is not successful.

The monk turned and looked at Yuan Ming: "The abbot guessed it. The poor is the apprentice of the hurricane master."

"I didn't expect the hurricane master's high apprentice to come. The old man couldn't see the hurricane master's true life in his lifetime, but he saw the hurricane master's high apprentice. It is no regrets."

Yuan Ming’s abbot was extremely excited. He did not think of a small monk he had encountered casually. He turned out to be an apprentice of a benefactor. For the tyrants, Yuan Ming’s abbot had no doubt at all. In his opinion, there was only a hurricane. Only a master such as a master can cultivate such an outstanding talented apprentice.

"Okay, I also overslept my master. I will come to see it later, but we still have something to do, and we are not here."

The monk said that he knew the reason for the Hurricane Temple and he was relieved.

Seeing the monk, I have to go. The abbot of Yuan Ming suddenly changed his face and quickly said: "The master is coming, and tomorrow is the day when our left family once came to worship the hurricane master. Why don't the master stay for one day? After the end of the ceremony, I will leave, so that I can let my left family do the friendship of the landlord."

The monk turned to look at Jiang Chen.

How does Jiang Chen not understand the meaning of the monk? He knows the feelings between the monk and the master of the hurricane. He immediately said: "Our things don't care about this day. It is not too late to wait until the end of the ceremony. ”

"The donor said that he did not know the name of the donor."

Master Yuan Ming looked at Jiang Chen, and he couldn’t help but reveal a trace of suspicion. He had already seen it. The tyrants had to stay and look at Jiang Chen’s eyes. It is obvious that this boy is absolutely in the two men and one dog. The dominant position, immediately dare not have the slightest scorn.

"Under the river."

Jiang Chen said.

If you change to other people and hear the name Jiang Chen, you will be surprised. What happened in Liangzhou has spread throughout the Xuan domain. Even in this Yuzhou, many people know that Jiang Chen is such a person. That is, Yuan Ming’s abbot, who does not care about the world, knows nothing about Jiang Chen.

"Jiang Chen, the master of the tyrant, the master of the tyrant, has heard the news. Because the family is retreating, the next day will be replaced by the young lady. Today, the two will rest in this temple."

Yuan Ming’s abbot said.

That night, under the special arrangement of the abbot of Yuan Ming, I prepared a quiet home for Jiang Chen and the tyrants. I don’t have any flowers and plants in the courtyard. The environment is very beautiful. I can look up at the sun, the moon and the stars, and have a cool breeze.

"I really didn't think that I could see the statue of my master here. This left family also knows gratitude and enshrines my master."

The monk said that it was quite satisfactory for the things left by the left family.

"You are a dead monk who has been squatting for a day, tired and tired."

The rhubarb dog got close to the monk.

"Get out of the way, Grandpa, I was originally a sorghum, didn't you hear that even the abbot called my master? You dead dog dare to disrespect the master... oh..."

The monk threatened to talk, and the rhubarb dog bit his ass.

"Dead dog, let go faster, you dare to bite sorghum, don't want to live."

The monk continues to threaten, and the big yellow dog bites.

When I saw it, Jiang Chen went straight to the side and watched the stars go. These two are entangled, and that is endless.

Sure enough, the monk and the big yellow dog entangled for nearly half an hour because of biting the buttocks. The monk was mad at the rhubarb dog: "Dead dog, if it is not because it is a monastery, I will definitely repair you, I am now. Nine-level warlords."

For the threat of the monk, the rhubarb dog ignored it and went straight to a large bluestone to sleep.

Not far away, Jiang Chen, who was looking up at the starry sky, suddenly raised his brow. He ran the refining spirit and infiltrated the power of the soul. His eyes suddenly revealed two cold awns.

"There is murderous."

Jiang Chen said coldly.

It was said that the monk’s face changed, and the big yellow dog that was sleeping was also brushing up from the big bluestone.

"Little dust, what do you say."

The monk asked.

"I felt a murderousness around the temple. Although it was very good, it was not my perception."

Jiang Chen said that the monk's perception is not as good as that of Jiang Chen. He did not notice it before, but after listening to Jiang Chen's words, he operated the Lianhua Jing, and under the careful induction, he also felt a faint murderousness.

"This murderousness does not seem to be directed at us."

The monk judged.

"Not for us, that is for the temple."

Rhubarb dog road.

"Not necessarily, the temple has existed for decades. If someone wants to deal with the temple, it will already be started. Why not wait until now, and don't even hide."

Jiang Chen’s brilliance is brilliant, and his wisdom is always the most powerful.

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