Red Heart Survey

In this world, the state and clan are developed simultaneously, and the strength and weakness are not constant.

There are countries that accommodate many sects, and there are sects that control many countries.

As the top sect in the Eastern Region and even in the world, the territory of Xuankong Temple is as large as other kingdoms.

It's just that most of the place is covered by the formation, and what is displayed in front of the world is usually only the secular part.

It's like in Yunguo, tearing open the sky, only to see the Lingxiao Pavilion.

The real mountain gate of Xuankong Temple is even more difficult to find, and it is rare to see it in a leisurely manner.

Of course, the bitter feeling of being of the same generation as the contemporary abbot is that he can come and go freely, directly crossing the numerous Buddha formations, avoiding the layers of guards, and stepping into the Xuankong Temple in a few steps.

The core body of the Hanging Temple is just like its name, it is a Hanging Buddhist Temple.

The only thing is that it is huge, thousands of feet high and dozens of miles wide. It is impossible for people under the tower to see the edge. If it weren't for the monks to cover it up, people in the northern region would be able to see this temple at a glance.

And around this suspended main temple, there are floating treasure temples like forests.

In this Holy Land of the Eastern Buddhist Sect, all kinds of treasure temples are all suspended in the sky, which is a wonderful sight.

However, the contrast that truly astonishes the discerning person lies in this—the entire holy land of the Eastern Buddha Sect, and all the floating treasure temples, can feel the fluctuations of the formation.

Only the real Hanging Temple in the middle has no fluctuations in the formation!

In other words, for such a huge and majestic temple, the reason why it is suspended in the air depends entirely on itself. What a spectacle!

The building materials of this temple are all made of extremely precious hanging stones.

When the sect was established, it is said that all the hanging stones in the world were exhausted to build this temple.

There is only this one in the whole world, and there is no other home.

Ku Jue walked directly into the main temple without greeting anyone, and walked along the corners all the way, which seemed extraordinarily sneaky.

"Bitter feeling!" Suddenly there was a cry.

This sound is as magnificent as Huang Zhong Dalu, it shakes people's ears deaf.

The monks passing by all turned a deaf ear to it, only subconsciously quickened their pace, which showed their uneasiness.

Feeling bitter, he picked out his ears and looked back: "Is it called Chun?"

It was also an old monk who called to stop suffering.

It's just that compared to the yellow-faced old monk Kujue, he is thinner, almost skinny.

The whole person looks like a skeleton, which is daunting.

Hearing Kujue's response, his eyes widened, and he became even more frightened immediately: "How could you be so unprovoked in front of so many disciples?"

For such a thin person, there seems to be endless power hidden in his body, and every sound is like roaring with all his strength.

"The more you talk, the more outrageous it is, Kuyue!" Kujue made an angry look: "Don't you still want to call me in private?"

This skinny old monk turned out to be the first sufferer of the Jianglong Academy, and he was known as the first of all the courtyards to be the most powerful.

However, in the face of suffering, he has nowhere to use his strength, so he can't have an "internal strife" in front of all his disciples, right?

Glaring fiercely to the left and right, the monks on this floor quickly dispersed in fright.

Then he continued to persuade with a 'shouting' volume: "How can you say that you are so old, you shouldn't always be so unprofessional!"

"You're getting old too, okay? It's scary not to come out." Kujue squinted at him: "If you don't know, you might think how hard our Xuankong Temple is, and you're so skinny that you're starving to death, right?"

The bitter illness was silenced by him, and he just 'yelled' sullenly: "Brother Fang Zhang calls you to see him!"

"Brother Abbot is supernaturally powerful, do you still need to send a message? It's a lot of trouble!" Ku Jue's face was full of dissatisfaction.

At this time, the other monks had dispersed.

The bitterness finally couldn't bear it anymore, and roared angrily: "Then don't always pretend that you can't hear the 'voice' of the abbot brother! Can you always pretend that you can't hear clearly when it is delivered directly to your heart??? "

"Why are you so anxious? Buddhism is a pure place!"

Kubing stopped talking, only his teeth creaked.

"Oh." Kujue sighed again: "Your teeth are really good."

"Bitter feeling." Kubing took a few deep breaths, and then said in a resonant voice as gently as possible: "Maybe we haven't discussed each other for many years. Why don't you choose a day and try?"

"Okay, okay, I have old arms and legs, and I always want to move! Don't be afraid of accidentally twisting your muscles and bones!" Seeing that he was really anxious, Kujue patted his buttocks and left: "Since the abbot is so far away If you don't leave me, I'll go see what he wants."

"Hey, why are you following me?"

"Is Jianglong Court so busy?"

"If you don't want to take care of it, I will take care of it for you!"

However, no matter what Kujue said next, the suffering just followed silently.

If he turns back, affliction blocks his way.

Knowing in the heart that there is really no way to avoid it, in desperation, Kujue can only go to the abbot's meditation room.

"I went in."

"I really went in."

"Can you stop following?"

"Brother Abbot and I have something important to do! You are the first seat of Jianglong Academy..."

...

After all, the bitter illness followed the bitter feeling into the abbot's meditation room.

Ku Ming is a fat monk with a miserable face, but he was born with a feeling of suffering and two or three diseases.

Especially compared to Ku Jue, the yellow-faced old monk, and Ku Bing, the sick-faced and skinny monk, he looked much younger, perhaps only in his forties.

His face was gloomy and gloomy, as if he had been wronged all the time, and even the two white eyebrows that could reflect the years were drooping listlessly.

"Junior Brother Kujue." Kuming said very worriedly, "How is your cloud travel this time?"

"Senior brother, don't worry!" Ku Jue's eyebrows brightened in an instant: "I have accepted another peerless disciple! The fate that Master calculated for me in the early years should be here. The next century-old competition will be called the group of Sumeru Mountain." The bald donkey looks good!"

What's wrong with the monk scolding the bald donkey...

Ku Ming's face became even more sad, and even the bald head looked a little sad.

But Kubing suddenly shouted from the side: "'Peerless Excellent Disciple' is unnecessary! Our Xuankong Temple is empty, and there are many talented disciples from the second generation, but there are only a few disciples from the Jingzi generation. You recruit apprentices to make up the number."

"What do you count?" Kujue jumped high: "I Kujue accepts disciples, and I don't accept disciples who are not peerless! How can I just make up numbers?"

Kubing stared, and was about to say something.

Ku Ming stepped forward and said: "Junior Brother Kujue, you are talking about another 'peerless disciple', when will he be introduced to the mountain gate? After all, time is already very tight."

"Don't worry, brother." Ku Jue said solemnly: "Although my disciple cried bitterly and begged to enter the mountain gate as soon as possible, but the more so, the more I have to sharpen his temper. You must know that sharpening a knife is not a mistake in chopping firewood." Work, I can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry, good things are always difficult, and Bao Jianfeng comes out of sharpening..."

"Yes!" Kubing shouted, "Isn't it?"

"Hmph, what do you know!" Ku Jue sneered, "Summer insects can't say anything about candied haws!"

After finishing speaking, he flicked the sleeves of the airtight hemp clothes and walked away.

It's okay to be rude to yourself, but it's still the same in front of the abbot. The suffering is really annoying: "Brother abbot, look at this fellow! How can you be so rude!"

"well."

Ku Ming sighed sadly again: "Ku Jue entered the door three days earlier than you, why have you never seen you call him senior brother?"

Bitterness froze.