Chapter 1553 (1/2)

After Yan Zhaoge sacrificed his sword, there was a flash of light in a palace in Xianting Tiangong.

In the temple, the pale drum god Buddha was keeping his eyes closed. At this time, he immediately opened his eyes and looked at the opposite side.

There sat a young man, tall, with three heads and six arms, and a third eye on his forehead.

The young man quietly looked at a small clock in the palace.

The small bell, like a copper bell, is now shining. It shakes more gently, but there is no sound.

A piece of Rune paper is pasted on the clock. At the moment, the rune pattern is distorted and changed, as if it is alive.

”The outlaw did it.” ”It seems that what they are aiming at this time is not the ancient sword of Jue Xian, but the ancient sword of Zhu Xian held by their master,” said the young man with three heads and six arms

”Can you find it?” the drum God asked

”If it's that easy, it's been found for years.” The young man shook his head: ”it's only when the other party moves and cooperates with each other, that I can have movement here.”

”If you want to find it, just try it with this clock. Maybe there will be some opportunities, but it's hard to guarantee.”

The young man looked at Gu Tianzun and said, ”I know that you have been hurt by the heresy so far, so it's hard to get rid of your breath. However, our Xianting is now fighting with the evil spirits of white lotus, so you can't separate yourself. You should not be impatient and go alone.”

Gu Tianzun's face was as deep as water, and he said slowly, ”that's right, don't worry about Yin Daoyou, save yourself from poverty, and you won't lose your discretion.”

”But we must not be indifferent. It's hard for snakes and mice to get out of the hole. We can't let it go easily.”

The young man listened and nodded slightly: ”yes, but not you and I can handle it.”

After that, he held out a hand and pointed to the little clock. The little clock fell to the ground and got into his hand.

”Daoyou is still in a bad condition. Let me go.” Said the young man.

Gu Tianzun stood up and said, ”I'd like to hear from you.”

The young man's figure flickered and turned into streamer, leaving the heavenly palace of Xianting and heading for the distance.

In the end, he fell into a universe, where countless Buddhist countries are connected, with green lotus blossoming and a pure and peaceful image.

The young man entered one of the pure land of Buddhism, came to a temple, bowed his head and said: ”younger generation, Yin Jiao, please see the ancient Buddha burning the lamp.”

In front of the temple, a Buddhist monk made a ritual of combining ten: ”it's the age of the year. Please come in. The master is waiting for you.”

Once the God of the temple of heaven was the God of the age, but now the God of the temple is the God of the age.

In the temple, sitting on the green lotus, is an ancient Golden Buddha. In the perfect Buddha light behind his head, there is an ancient glass lamp. It is the ancient Buddha who lit the lamp.

Seeing the arrival of Yin Jiao, the ancient Buddha smiled: ”it seems that the third sword is the immortal sword.”

Holding the bell in his hand, Yin Jiao saw that the bell was still shaking soundlessly: ”the ancient Buddha is the ancient sword that my master used to hold.”

”Although it's hard to find out the root of the other party's method, the general plan has gradually become clear. It's to find people by sword, but there should be some initial clues to rely on.” According to the ancient Buddhist saying in the burning lamp, ”the fan Tianyin of respected teacher was broken in that year. One of the fragments happened to fall into the hands of Guangcheng mountain. If there is no better clue about Jue Xian ancient sword, most of the second practice of finding sword will fall on the ancient sword of Jue Xian.”

”The ancient Buddha knows everything.” Said Yin Jiao.

The ancient Buddha said with a smile, ”I just watched one or two. It's said that there are many talents in Sanqing Dynasty. This new method is really unique.”

Yan Jiao also smiled faintly, but did not answer.

The ancient Buddha flicked his fingers gently on the burning lamp. Outside the temple, there were green lotus falling. On the green lotus platform, there were golden lights flashing.

”Go on your own, and act on your own initiative. I don't think you will sit back and ignore the stars and the white lotus.” Burning the lamp is the ancient Buddhist saying.