I Have Countless Skill Points

Qingjing Temple is a centuries-old temple, located on the side of the valley, beside the water. At dusk, Wang Lan and his party had just arrived at the Qingjing Temple, and the distant bell sounded like clear water washing away everyone's spirits.

"What do the benefactors come to our temple in the evening?" Although a middle-aged monk didn't know the identity of Wang Lan and the others, the red license plate was clear, it was a military vehicle.

In addition, the momentum of the people getting off the first car was extraordinary, so the monk immediately judged that Wang Lan and his party were not tourists.

"We are the headquarters of the Tianjian Bureau of Yunhai Province. Is Zen Master Puhai from Qingjing Temple here?"

"Amitabha, Uncle Puhai is practicing in our temple, but he has been practicing closed mouth meditation for seven years."

"We want to see Zen Master Puhai, you take us there." The Operation Office shouted without refusal, making all the monks tense up immediately.

It stands to reason that Zen Master Puhai has practiced closed-mouth meditation for seven years, and he has never been out of the temple during these seven years, so he should not have committed any crime... But why did he get approached by the relevant department?

Under the leadership of the presiding abbot, a group of people came to the Zen courtyard behind the temple. Soon, in a simple dormitory, an old monk was helped out by two young monks.

"Amitabha, all benefactors, this is Uncle Puhai. Uncle Puhai has been practicing closed-mouth meditation for seven years, and there are still two years left to complete his merits and virtues. If you have any questions, the poor monk can answer them for you. What do all benefactors think?"

"Zen Master Puhai, where is the White Lotus Sect?" Wang Lan asked first.

Zen Master Puhai shook his head silently, and quickly made gestures in the abbot's palm.

"My uncle said that he has never heard of the White Lotus Sect, let alone where the White Lotus Sect is."

"Back then, Sakyamuni Buddha and the local Righteous Path Alliance headed by the White Lotus Sect joined forces to resist the Longevity Sect controlled by Qi Mei. After several years of fierce fighting, the Buddha finally sealed Qi Mei's soul and body.

The Yuanshen was sealed in the statue of Zhenmo Buddha and guarded by his disciple Canaan, who then founded the Nianhua Temple. The body was collected by the White Lotus Sect, but three thousand years later, things changed and people changed, and the White Lotus Sect disappeared in the long river of history.

Now that the evil spirit has broken free from the seal and continues to do harm to the world, we need to be one step ahead of the evil to find its physical body. Does the master really not know, or is he unwilling to say? "

"Amitabha——" Suddenly, Zen Master Puhai clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name tremblingly.

All the monks around looked at Zen Master Puhai in astonishment,

The closed-mouth meditation that has been practiced for seven years is ruined today, and seven years of practice will be ruined in one day.

"Benefactor, the poor monk really doesn't know. The Canaan patriarch handed down the Nianhua Temple back then, and it was indeed to suppress the evil spirit. But how to suppress it and where it was suppressed, only the abbot of the Nianhua Temple presided over it.

As for the White Lotus School, monks don't tell lies, and the poor monk really doesn't know about it. This should also have something to do with the secrets passed down from ancient times in Nianhua Temple. The poor monk opened his mouth today, and he has already paid the price of breaking the merits. The poor monk is old, and I am afraid that there will be no way to achieve perfection. Everything the poor monk said is true. "

"In that case, do you know the whereabouts of Nianhua Temple?"

"The poor monk knows." Then, Zen Master Puhai stood up and walked into the Zen room. After a long time, he came out with a gray cassock, "Nianhua Temple is the holy place of Yunhai Buddhism. Find the map of Nianhua Temple, and the donor can use the map to guide you to Nianhua Temple."

Wang Lan took the cassock and unfolded it. I don't know what kind of material the cassock is made of. It seems to be old but there is no trace of damage and weathering. Seeing the cassock, the eyes of many monks in Qingjing Temple lit up.

Nianhua Temple is the sacred place of Yunhai Buddhist Sect. Every devout Buddhist disciple hopes to go to Nianhua Temple to worship and practice. But Nianhua Temple only exists in legends, and only the truly eminent monks have the opportunity to go to Nianhua Temple to practice.

Although they knew that Zen Master Puhai had been to Nianhua Temple, they had never found out the whereabouts of Nianhua Temple from Zen Master Puhai for decades. Seeing this map, which is hosted by an eminent Buddhist monk, at this moment, a trace of greed also surged up.

sin sin.

Wang Lan didn't dare to delay when she got the map, and hurriedly set off with Yu Ruoyun, Jiang Xinyu and Zhang Huai, the director of the Operation Department. Judging from the map, Nianhua Temple is hidden deeper than that primitive village.

There are nine check-in locations on the map. To go to the next check-in location, you must establish the direction at the previous check-in location. This made it difficult for Wang Lan to fly directly there.

But the difficulty is not particularly great.

Wang Lan and others cultivated so fast that they were already deep into the dense forest two hours later.

"Why is Nianhua Temple in such a place?" Zhang Huai couldn't help complaining, "This is no longer a matter of concealment. There is no human population here at all. Deep in the mountains and old forests, isolated from the world, what do they eat and drink? How do you live? You don’t live like a savage, do you?”

"In the depths of the dense forest, there should be a peach garden with dark willows and bright flowers... Wait, someone walked here not long ago." Wang Lan suddenly stopped and said.

"The scratches are new, not more than twenty-four hours old. They are marks to prevent getting lost."

"Ruoyun, sense it." Wang Lan ordered.

"There is no one within a radius of five kilometers... He should have left long ago. Wang Lan doesn't care about him, it's better to find Nianhua Temple first."

The group continued to move forward, and after about an hour, they arrived at the check-in location less than three kilometers away from Nianhua Temple. They continued to walk two kilometers in the designated direction to arrive at Nianhua Temple.

"Someone!" Yu Ruoyun shouted suddenly, her eyes fixed on a place deep in the dense forest.

"Little girl, with such profound strength at such a young age, you can actually discover my existence?" A playful voice sounded, and in an instant, a figure appeared on the trunk of the big tree.

Following his appearance, figures flickered in the dense forest, and twelve or three people appeared strangely on the trunk of a huge tree, each of them wearing a mask and looking extraordinarily mysterious.

"One titled powerhouse level, twelve star sea realms, this configuration is enough to fight a war of destroying the country..." Wang Lan secretly said in his heart.

"Your Majesty Gray Fox, is that you?" Zhang Huai took a step forward and asked in surprise.

"You are?"

"I am Zhang Huai, Director of the Operations Department of the Heavenly Sword Bureau Headquarters in Yunhai Province. Your Majesty Huihu, you have been missing for three days. Why haven't you replied to us for three days?"

"Three days? Impossible, it's been more than half a day since we set off." Gray Fox was slightly surprised, "Are you from the Yunhai Tianjian Bureau? There are such masters in the Yunhai Tianjian Bureau?"

"Oh, Your Majesty Huihu, let me introduce you. This is Your Majesty Tanlang, this is Your Highness Princess Jade, and this is Ms. Jiang Xinyu."

When Zhang Huai reported his identity, Gray Fox's expression changed slightly. Their configuration of twelve star sea realms with one title was already called a lineup of gods, but compared to Wang Lan's lineup, there was no comparison at all.

Two strong titles, and the youngest record holder in the Star Sea Realm. The problem is, the three in front of me used to hold this record. The record that had not been broken for decades was first broken by Yu Ruoyun, then by Wang Lan, and now by Jiang Xinyu.

Now Yu Ruoyun is the title, Wang Lan is the title, maybe Jiang Xinyu is also the title, but the title is still on the way and has not been delivered yet. Comparing his own lineup with the opponent's three titles, it's simply not worth mentioning.

Whoosh—

Gray Fox appeared in front of Wang Lan and stretched out his hand, "I am Gray Fox, Your Excellency Tanlang, nice to meet you."

"Hi, why are you here?"

"We came here to investigate the recent disappearance of a large number of star warriors. We just found some clues and entered the dense forest. It took us a long time to track down here, and we got lost after wandering around for a long time.

By the way, have we really set off for three days? Why has only one day passed for us? Have we encountered a spiritual barrier? "

"Maybe."

"What about you? Are you also looking for the missing Star Warrior?"

"No, we are looking for an ancient temple."

"I also lost the other party's clues now, and I almost lost my way just now. Otherwise, let's act together."

Gray Fox wants to form a team, Wang Lan naturally has no reason to refuse, the two parties will reconcile and then walk towards Nianhua Temple.

After traveling for two kilometers, I finally found the peach orchard that Wang Lan guessed. I passed through a neat redwood forest and came to a large plain with lakes and grain fields. The world in front of him seemed to be separated from the world he had just been to.

However, the wheat field is full of vitality, but the three rows of houses in the distance have become ruins all over the place.

The faces of Wang Lan and everyone changed drastically, and they rushed into the ruins in an instant.

Severed corpses were scattered all over, and the blood hadn't completely coagulated. Nianhua Temple, which was supposed to be the holy place of Buddhist sect, has now turned into Shura Hell.

"Are you late?" Yu Ruoyun said with a slight frown as she watched the scene in front of her.

"The signs of the battle are very clear, and the time of the battle is not long." Gray Fox looked around and sighed leisurely.

Wang Lan walked through the ruins, only the corpses of the monks in Nianhua Temple were scattered everywhere, but there were no corpses of the attackers. Either the attackers disposed of the corpses, or the strength of the attackers was much higher than that of Nianhua Temple, and the attackers were intact.

Wang Lan's footsteps stopped, and Wang Lan found a broken plaque among the ruins. The words "Nianhua Temple" on the plaque looked so ironic.

The end of the battle should be within an hour, which can be judged from the state of blood coagulation. Looking at the scene in front of them, the group felt uncomfortable as if their chests were blocked by a boulder.

Walking to the center of Nianhua Temple, an old monk in gray and white robes sat cross-legged. The old monk had a completely white beard, and his head was bowed, dead. The chest was drenched with blood, and the old monk's heart was brutally dug out.

Obviously, the old monk's posture was not deliberately put on by the murderer. The old monk had a dignified appearance, pinched a Buddhist bead in his left hand, and was probably still reciting Buddhist scriptures at the moment of death.

In front of the old monk, there were six words stained with blood, where they came from and where they went.

"Come out? Where to go? Is this an allusion in Buddhist scriptures?"

"What does the old monk mean by these six words? Is there any metaphor?" Jiang Xinyu asked curiously.

"Probably not, maybe the old monk means that he came from the extinction, and now he is going to the extinction." Gray Fox said lightly, stroking a tuft of beard on his chin.

"Search around to see if there are any useful things, especially scriptures and ancient books. Even if Nianhua Temple is destroyed, some secrets may be recorded in the scriptures."