Tang Cheng screamed in pain, and watched Ming Yue throw the Tianlei Zhu into the storage ring and leave with his sword. Ming Yue's purpose was just Tianlei Zhu from Feilai Peak, and everything between him and Tang Cheng was just a joke.

Looking at Ming Yue's back, Tang Cheng smiled meaningfully. He put away the bamboo stick casually. Tang Cheng took off the white jade gourd by his waist, and with the Yuanli urged it. The white jade gourd suddenly increased three times and floated into the air. Tang Cheng pinched out the magic seal with both hands, and the light flashed, and magic tricks were continuously penetrated into it. After a few breaths, it was over.

"Xian'er, I haven't come out yet. How long are you going to hide?"

Yao Xian'er was about to tiptoe away, but Tang Cheng exposed the hiding. When Yao Xian'er first arrived, Tang Cheng knew clearly that as a soul cultivator, if he was not discovered within a hundred feet of people, it would be the biggest joke.

Behind the tree, Yao Xian'er gently patted her cheek, forced a smile, rubbed her eyes, and Yao Xian'er walked over calmly and chuckled: "Brother Tang Family, haha, it's such a coincidence!"

Tang Cheng smiled and looked at Yao Xian'er, as if he could understand every bit of her emotions. Until Yao Xian'er felt unnatural in her heart, Tang Cheng explained: "Sister Sister is a breakneck, so you'll get used to it. No, this is your gift." As he said that, a purple flute in Tang Cheng's palm slowly generated.

The bamboo Xiao’s surface is smooth and moist, with gentle tentacles. The surface is covered with thunder patterns, and a little golden light outlines a phoenix flying with its wings. The phoenix head is on the head of the flute, with its wings obliquely surrounding it, and the phoenix tail fluttering until the Xiao tail.

With a gentle sway, a golden light particle floated down in the sob sound, creating a golden phoenix spreading its wings in the air. Its shape is realistic and its spirit is gorgeous. If there is a little more sound, it will be unparalleled.

Tang Cheng stroked Yao Xian'er's head and said lightly: "Xiao Shi rides on the dragon and plays the flute. When you were a child, you loved this story the most. Now, this pole hole flute is given to you. Let it comfort your childhood dreams!"

Yao Xian'er was not used to someone touching her, so she moved slightly without any trace, and then whispered: "Thank you, Brother Tang!" After that, Yao Xian'er ran away in panic.

Tang Cheng sighed in a low voice, then turned back to the hut. Most of the houses on Feilai Peak are made of wood that can be seen everywhere, and only a few are lazy to make a certain hut.

The hut thatched in Tangcheng has a long history, probably not hundreds of years of history. However, there is a unique world inside this dilapidated hut.

The golden lotus in the Creation World emits a slightly golden light, as quiet as a virgin, and the seedlings of Fusang sacred tree are even more magical. After the arrival of Tangcheng, it even swayed its body slightly, as if it had life.

Tang Cheng smiled slightly, then sat cross-legged and thought.

The sun and the moon pass by the sky, the sun sets, the stars shine brightly, the prosperity of the day has already ended, and the world is quiet. Tangcheng slowly opened his eyes, rose up, and walked out.

Monk Xinyuan stood there like a benchmark, and his white monk robe became more whiter than snow under the stars, brilliant and beautiful. Just in a standing posture, Monk Xinyuan clearly interpreted the three words "beautiful man".

Even Tang Cheng, who is the same-sex, had to exclaim in his heart. He pushed the door open and Tang Cheng approached a little and said lightly: "My fellow Taoist is here to visit at night, is there any important matter?"

"True Tang!" Xinyuan clasped her hands together and said, "I am here for the future of this temple!" Although it sounds a bit confusing, Xinyuan's expression is no longer serious.

Under the light blue starlight, the two of them seemed to be covered with a layer of mysterious veil, looking extremely hazy, as if they were in a fairyland. Tang Cheng grinned and said, "We are friends, I can just say something clearly!"

Xinyuan took a long breath and said a stern voice: "If I was not wrong, the monk who came to control the colorful auspicious clouds today would be the monks of the Leiyin Temple in the East China Sea, right?"

"Not bad!" This matter was about to be made public soon, and Tang Cheng did not need to keep it confidential, so he admitted it readily. However, Tang Cheng didn't understand what Monk Xinyuan meant?

"Is Leiyin Temple going to be incorporated into Kunwu Jianzhai?"

"Maybe, maybe not, I don't know this!" Tang Cheng did not dare to be very sure about this question, and the facts are always more bizarre than the story novel. Maybe two days later, the monks of Leiyin Temple felt that the Kunlun Mountains were beautiful, so they stayed and refused to leave. This was not impossible!

"Will Leiyin Temple merge us?" This is Monk Xinyuan's worry. Compared to being annexed by Leiyin Temple, Monk Xinyuan would rather die by itself.

Tang Cheng laughed silently and shook his head and said, "Four people in Leiyin Temple, but you, Pudu Zen Buddhism, have two thousand monks, why are you afraid of being annexed by them?"

"We moved hundreds of thousands of miles and went through hardships to Kunlun, not to annex the Leiyin Temple!" Monk Xinyuan's words were like a twelve-pound hammer smashing an iron rod. Mars were everywhere, but they were extremely firm.

"Then are you going to leave?" Looking at Tangcheng, it is good for you to leave Kunlun and join the Pure Land Sect. I am good, everyone is good.

The monks breathe their vital energy and go through many disasters, not to pass on the magic tricks for the sect, but to live forever. Everything must be forever.

In order to achieve this goal, the monks of the Demon Sect can eliminate all obstacles, including teachers, parents, and sects. Everything can be weighed and sold on the balance of reason.

Although the righteous monks are not as good as this and have no lower limits, it is too pedantic to regard the inheritance of the sect as the highest criterion, just like Xinyuan.

Looking at Xinyuan's serious face, Tang Cheng really wanted to ask, 100,000 years ago, could there be Pudu Zen Buddhism? A million years ago, could there be Buddha Buddhism? A billion million years ago, could there be Buddha?

Life, knowledge, everything has a beginning and an end, so why bother with it?

Relatively speaking, Tang Cheng must be more like a Zen monk who is not stuck in things. However, Tang Cheng cannot blame the other party. The various behaviors of the Xinyuan are one of the best qualities in the world.

"Leave? We are not going to leave, we are going to be hiding under Zhenren Tang!" Under the stars, Xinyuan's eyes were burning and staring at Tangcheng.

Tang Cheng was stunned and then understood. What the mind needs to do is to fight for decades of freedom. Once someone in the Pudu Zen School condenses the Dharma body of the Tathagata, passes the primordial god, and becomes a real person, it is time for the Pudu Zen School to leave!

The obsession with the mind is as good as this!

"If Zhenren Tang agreed, only the name of the True Man in Pudu Zen Buddhism was followed by the name of the True Man, and he would go through fire and water without hesitation!" The last eight words of Xinyuan were decisive, obviously they could not be true. However, Tang Cheng wanted to laugh very much. If there was any problem, he could not solve it, then what role did the monks of Pudu Zen Buddhism have?
Chapter completed!