"Where is this? Where did the donor bring the little monk to?" The middle-aged monk looked at the trees he had never seen before and said in horror. The plants he had never seen around him showed that he was no longer in Xiniu Hezhou at this moment, and what scared the middle-aged monk even more was Yang Zhen's elusive method.

"Here... this is a good place to kill people and bury corpses. If you don't agree with my request, I will bury you here alive, let you be in the deep underground, slowly waiting for the arrival of death." Yang Zhen intimidated with a calm face: "And don't try to shout for help. Here, no one will hear your call for help. Your call for help will only anger me to kill you earlier."

After the middle-aged monk's expression changed a few times, he gritted his teeth and said, "The little monk will never let you do anything wrong in Lingjiu Temple. Even if the donor kills the little monk, the little monk will not open the barrier to the seventh level of the Sutra Pavilion for the donor. Amitabha! Good! Good! Donor, your heart is already occupied by greed. If the donor is willing to return to the road, he may still be able to achieve the right result in the future and hope for the great way..."

"Ha..." Yang Zhen was really amused by the monk's words. His words were ordinary little demons, but it was a dream to persuade Yang Zhen.

"I advise you not to waste your words. Since you refuse to help me, there is no need for me to save your life..." Yang Zhen showed a wicked smile on his lips and snorted: "Look at the last look in this world. In the next second, you will never see this world of flowers!"

The middle-aged monk's body was tied up by willow leaves and could not sit up at all. But he still barely raised his body and whispered: "What's the joy of life and what's the hardship of death. Even if the soul is destroyed from this world, it's just that the little monk's order should be like this. Please take action by the donor!"

"Aren't you still afraid of me just now?" Yang Zhen asked.

The middle-aged monk looked at Yang Zhen and said, "The little monk is indeed afraid that the donor will kill the little monk, but Lingjiu Temple is the little monk's master. If the little monk wants the little monk to betray his master, the little monk will never be able to do it. The little monk thought about it and maybe he died at the donor's hands. It was the best ending. Thinking about it like this, I don't feel afraid anymore."

Yang Zhen used the Qingming Sword. He looked down at the middle-aged monk on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Since you are not afraid, then go on the road!"

After knocking the middle-aged monk out of his way, Yang Zhen took out the teleportation somersault cloud and sent it back to the Sutra Library of Lingjiu Temple. He placed the fainted middle-aged monk on the ground. Yang Zhen walked to the stairs and stared at the barrier on the seventh floor carefully to find a way to crack it.

Although the middle-aged monk did not say the method to open the barrier, he also revealed an important news, that is, this barrier was personally issued by the Ancient Buddha of Lan Deng. Without the order of the Ancient Buddha of Lan Deng, even the disciples of Lingjiu Temple would definitely not be able to reach the seventh floor or above.

Yang Zhen inferred that on the seventh floor of this Sutra Pavilion, there must be Buddhist magical powers and magical methods, as well as some Buddhist treasures. No matter which of these two things are, they are all enough temptation for Yang Zhen, especially those Buddhist treasures that have passed down from generation to generation. The merits contained in them are enough for Yang Zhen to spend hundreds of years.

Yang Zhen’s teacher was the Patriarch Subhuti. During his more than 200 years in Fangcun Mountain, Yang Zhen learned a lot of knowledge about formation barriers from Patriarch Subhuti. Later, Yang Zhen joined the Jieshi and read a lot of Jieshi scriptures. It can be said that Yang Zhen, who was famous in the family, had a wide range of knowledge.

But Yang Zhen compared with the Ancient Buddha of Randeng, which was still in the sky and underground. Regardless of whether Yang Zhen’s master was a saint clone, the Ancient Buddha of Randeng was once a senior of the Three Realms who had heard Hongjun Daozu preach in Zixiao Palace. If it were not for the Ancient Buddha of Randeng and his low understanding, Yang Zhen would not have the qualifications to be an enemy of Randeng.

Yang Zhen observed the barrier on the seventh floor for half a night, but he was still clueless. Apart from head-on, Yang Zhen could not crack this formation at all.

"It seems that I can only be hard!" Yang Zhen frowned after a long time.

Looking at the middle-aged monk, Yang Zhen still admired this person. When he first saw himself, the monk was indeed afraid and unconsciously revealed many secrets. It can be seen that he rarely went out to practice and knew very little about the world.

However, under Yang Zhen's threat, he calmed down his mind and refused to help Yang Zhen even if he died. He was a hero.

Taking the middle-aged monk to a secret place on Lingjiu Mountain, Yang Zhen put several restrictions on the middle-aged monk's body, so that he would not wake up within three days. After dealing with the middle-aged monk, Yang Zhen returned to the outside of the Sutra Pavilion, took out eight pieces of immortal jade from the space of "Swallowing the World" and carved several patterns on it with magic power.

After doing all this, Yang Zhen formed several magic seals with his hands, and saw two divine lights, one black and one white, emitted from Yang Zhen's body. Two divine lights, one black and one white, were like two divine dragons, circling and intersecting each other. Various mysterious figures were constantly evolved around the Sutra Pavilion.

As Yang Zhen finished carving the eight immortal stones, under Yang Zhen's manipulation, the eight immortal stones flew away and lined up in all directions, completely surrounding the entire Sutra Pavilion, and combined with two divine lights, one black and one white, to form a mysterious barrier, covering the entire Sutra Pavilion, and then disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

What Yang Zhen arranged was the time formation. After setting up this formation, everything in the Sutra Pavilion was locked at this moment. Of course, from the outside, the Sutra Pavilion, which seemed to have never changed, was actually just a projection, and the real Sutra Pavilion had long been hidden by the time formation.

Yang Zhen's formation is different from the formation set up by the great god Xihe. The great god Xihe's formation completely locks time. In other words, it is completely another world in her formation. Yang Zhen's formation is to hide the Sutra Pavilion with the magical power of time. Compared with the great god Xihe's means, Yang Zhen's formation is completely unavailable.

Moreover, the formation of the great god Xihe has survived forever and has not been weakened to this day. Yang Zhen's formation can only exist for three days. After three days, the real Sutra Pavilion will be displayed, but at that time, Yang Zhen had already run away without a trace.
Chapter completed!