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Cao Shuang's heart was still palpitating. He trembled and said: ”it's terrible. Can such a strong monster be killed by Lin Nan?”

He doubted that even the heavy industry hydraulic cutting machine could not damage the beetle's shell!

But the dense sword wounds on it are shocking, just like a man beating this 600 year old monster with a playful attitude!

Cao Shuang wiped the cold sweat off his head and said happily: ”fortunately Lin Nan died, otherwise this body would not be my turn to take.”

Just as Cao Shuang was secretly planning how to transport the corpse out of Senluo mountain, an old man in another place seemed to frown deeply because he felt something in the vision of heaven and earth.

There is a Ancestral Temple deep in Puti mountain in Sichuan Province.

It's not open to tourists. Even the disciples of our school seldom have the chance to come here.

Even if the leader of Bodhi mountain didn't encounter the event of life and death, he would not rush into here.

There is thick dust everywhere in the ancestral temple. It is obvious that no one has cleaned it for many years. At the top of the temple is a huge picture of Bodhi.

A living Buddha meditates here.

He closed his eyes, white eyebrows and hair grow to the ground, and his skin and blood vessels are crystal clear.

However, too much dust covered the living Buddha.

It's just like an abandoned temple. No one would think of it. It's the most sacred place of Bodhi mountain.

Outside, a young Taoist came up with a broom on his face. He came to the temple, bowed deeply to the wooden door of the shed red paint to express his respect to the ancestral temple, and then began to clean the ground every day.

But the elder seriously told the children that the place to be cleaned was only outside the temple. No one was allowed to enter the temple rashly without the leader's order.

Daotong asked himself what was in the ancestral temple. It is said that a living Buddha has been meditating in it for 500 years.

When he heard about it from his elder martial brother, daotong laughed.

Living Buddha in the 21st century? All the news reports are fake! In fact, those living Buddhas use the method of Dan medicine to keep their face radiant. As for the heart beat and blood vessel flow, they are all fake. Daotong doesn't believe it.

He thought that the ancestral temple was a very traditional place in Puti mountain, so the master sent him to clean it day and night.

Dao Tong hummed a little song, picked up the broom and began to clean up the fallen leaves on the stone steps.

”Call the headmaster Come here... ”

A tiny mosquito like sound squeezed out of the door of the ancestral temple.

Dao Tong is slightly stunned, grabs the bag and says to himself curiously: ”was it because he fought with the beautiful benefactor for a long time last night that he heard hallucinations in his ears?”

”No, no, as a Taoist, I must be moderate and concentrate on cultivation.”

He nodded his head vigorously, raised his enthusiasm and cleaned the fallen leaves. It was said that the master would come to check today.

At this time, the voice came from the crack of the door again.

Dao Tong shivered and looked at the ancestral temple in disbelief.

”False?”

Five hundred years later, are the people still alive? Dao Tong would rather believe that he was in hell!

Five hundred years ago, it was 1500! Long before the Anti Japanese War and the Third World War, it was the Ming Dynasty! It was the time when everyone wore Hanfu and war broke out!

People in that period are still alive? The way Tong thinks of this whole body trembles, just hope just heard wrong.

But the voice became clearer and more stable, just like a person just waking up from a deep sleep and gradually calming down.

”Disciples outside the door, let your leader come here.”

Dao Tong's eyes were wide open. He came to the door respectfully and asked bravely, ”I don't know who you are, master?”

For a long time.

The voice sighed lonely: ”I also forget who I am. But I want to ask, is emperor Taizu and Zhu Yuanzhang still alive? The appearance of his visit to Puti mountain is still fresh in my mind, as if it was only yesterday. ”

This sentence scared the Taoist boy's face white.

He quickly knelt down: ”disciple Mingjing, meet your wife and grandmaster!”