Big Dream Master

"The old man, are you okay?" Shen Luo ignored the others and helped the old man who served him.

"I'm fine, thank you son for saving my life." The old man in Sufu was in shock, and it took a long time to stabilize his mind and hurriedly thank Shen Luo.

The old man's family also rushed over to thank Shen Luo.

"With a little effort, Lao Zhang is not welcome." Shen Luo waved his hand, then lifted it slightly hard to stabilize the carriage.

"Thank you for this young man's help. It's all because I hurried the car in a panic and almost got into a big accident." The middle-aged man who drove the car hurried over and apologized to Shen Luo and the old man.

"Are you going to deliver the goods to Jinshan Temple? Why are you so anxious?" Shen Luo didn't reprimand this person either. Such drivers also have their sufferings.

"Yes, I'm going to deliver goods to Jinshan Temple. Jinshan Temple is going to hold the Golden Cicada Dharma meeting today. Master Jiang Liu said that he must cover his body with a tent, but the tent in the temple was bitten by a mouse a few days ago. I ordered one, and it must be delivered before the puja. The villain was in a hurry... But now the axle is broken, and there is still a long way to go to Jinshan Temple. What can I do?" Middle-aged coachman Said bitterly.

"Use a treasure tent to cover the whole body when teaching the Fa?" Shen Luo was startled when he heard the words.

Ordinary high-ranking monks convened pujas to face the believers directly, in order to show unobstructed, this Jiangliu master is a maverick.

Lu Huaming also walked over at this moment, and he was surprised when he heard the words.

"The two of us are going to the Jinshan Temple, if your Excellency is willing, it is better for us to send this treasure account for you." Shen Luo turned his eyes and said.

"Really? But this treasure account is very heavy. The two heroes are bare-handed, I'm afraid it will be difficult to handle." The middle-aged coachman was overjoyed at first, and then said worriedly.

"We are strong, it doesn't matter." Shen Luo said as he picked up the treasure account from the ground.

He mentioned the huge treasure tent at will like a twirl dungweed.

"The two heroes are really my saviors, so please trouble you. When you arrive at the Jinshan Temple, hand the treasure account to the elder Zhe Shi of Guangfu Hall." The middle-aged coachman was relieved and thanked again and again.

Shen Luo nodded and headed towards Jinshan Temple with the treasure tent.

"Brother Shen, you helped that person give the treasure account to explore the bottom of the Jinshan Temple? Why do you want to do this? Could the monk of the Jinshan Temple not allow us to enter?" Lu Huaming said.

"It's not wrong to be careful," Shen Luo said.

With the strength of two people, the next mountain road passed in a blink of an eye, and soon came to the front of the Jinshan Temple.

Jinshan Temple was just an ordinary temple in the past, but there was a high monk, Master Xuanzang. The nearby gentry and wealthy people donated countless wealth. The court has allocated funds to repair the temple several times. Now the Jinshan Temple has a towering gate, the Buddhist hall in the temple is magnificent, and the palace stretches for several miles. In the distance, several pagodas with a height of several tens of feet have been built. The style of discussion has surpassed several royal temples in the city of Chang'an.

"Jinshan Temple really deserves its reputation." Shen Luo couldn't help sighing when he saw the scene in front of him.

Hundreds of pilgrims gathered in front of the gate of Jinshan Temple, but the gate of the temple was closed at the moment, and a crowd of pilgrims gathered outside and waited.

It's just that these people seem to be accustomed to it and are not dissatisfied. Some people even light incense and wax here and chant the words of prayer.

Shen Luo listened for a while, and quickly figured out the cause of the matter. It turns out that Jinshan Temple has always been like this in recent years. The gate of the mountain is not always open, and pilgrims must be allowed to enter after noon every day.

"The style of this Jinshan Temple is so big that even the Chong'an Temple in Chang'an City does not have such rules, and this temple is also weird. Such golden bricks and jade tiles, brilliant and magnificent, more ostentatious than the imperial palace." Lu Huaming shook his head.

"Hey, the kid from there dare to point fingers at us at Jinshan Temple!" A loud shout came from the side, but a tall purple-robed monk came over and shouted in a deep voice.

This purple-robed monk was surrounded by mana, and he was a monk of the bigu period, and his whole body muscles were bulging, and it seemed that he had practiced some kind of physical exercises, and his physical aura was far better than that of ordinary monks of the bigu period.

"Your Buddhist temple is built like this, it's not good, don't others still say it." Lu Huaming said with a smile.

"Jinshan Temple was built by Master Jiang Liu personally to spread my Buddha's holy name. How can you question it, hurry up and apologize, otherwise you will not blame the poor monk for being polite." The purple-robed monk hummed, rather domineering. Look like.

When Shen Luo and Lu Huaming heard this, they were a little surprised.

It is the Buddhist temple that Master Jiang Liu repaired like this, this person is too maverick.

"Don't blame this master, this companion always likes to talk about it, please forgive me." Shen Luo stepped forward and said.

"Hey, who would say nothing." Lu Huaming exclaimed dissatisfied behind.

"The two of me are sending a treasure tent here for others, which is said to be used at your temple puja." Shen Luo ignored Lu Huaming's complaint and raised the treasure tent in his hand.

"Oh, the curtain in the temple did break some time ago. That's the case, give me this treasure." The purple-robed monk glanced at Shen and stretched out his hand to take it.

"I don't know the name of the master? This treasure account is to be handed over to Elder Shi Shi of Guangfu Hall of your temple." Shen Luo retreated slightly, letting this person take it.

"Bold! Get it!" The purple-robed monk's face was cold, his fingers glowed with golden light, and he quickly grabbed it down again and took it to the treasure tent.

The prestige of Jinshan Temple has been increasing day by day in recent years. It seems to be the first cultivating sect in Jiangzhou. In recent years, the atmosphere in the temple has changed drastically. The purple-robed monk has always been accustomed to relying on the prestige of the teacher’s gate, although he noticed that Shen Shen and Lu Huaming have mana in him. Volatility, but don't care much.

But the purple-robed monk’s hand just touched the treasure account, and a gentle force was transmitted. Although not fierce, it was rippling like a water wave, continuous and continuous, which not only shook his grasp, but also softened the force. More penetrating his body protection mana.

The purple-robed monk's arms were numb, and even half of his body was weak. He couldn't help but stepped back two steps, and his color suddenly changed.

"I am entrusted by others~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to not hand over the treasure account to others at will. Please forgive me, Master." Shen Luo said with a faint smile.

"You!" The purple-robed monk flashed angrily, and wanted to go up again, but the man in front of him had an unpredictable cultivation base. He thought he was not a rival, and hesitated.

"Who is making noise outside?" At this moment, the closed temple door opened and a yellow-robed monk walked out.

This person has a wide robe and big sleeves, a fat figure, drooping ears, like a Maitreya Buddha, but his eyes are very cold.

Shen Luo and Lu Huaming's expressions changed slightly. This person turned out to be a monk in the out-of-aperture stage, and his aura was huge and strong, and his cultivation seemed to be higher than the two of them.

"Elder Tang Shi! These two madmen arrogantly talked about Master Jiang Liu and took away the treasure account that was used in the Fa conference for a while. The disciple just wanted to get it back, but was shaken away by this person with evil methods. I want to disrupt the order in front of the temple and disrupt today's puja." The purple-robed monk hurriedly walked over, behaved nonsense, and slammed the black law.

Shen Luo frowned. As a Buddhist disciple, how could this person utter lie like this.