The bell rang for a long time, and the Huangguoshu tree trembled and dropped its leaves again, startling everyone in the temple, from the abbot to the mysterious young monk who was busy making a fire.

There are many trees in Tanghua Temple, but this is the only tree that can look directly at the Buddha. It is yellow and dry, but it will never fall. The strange tree trunk and branches grow crookedly, and there are many red ropes on it, which makes it have a very high status in the hearts of the monks in Tanghua Temple, as if it is above the numerous palaces and steps, extremely sacred and pure.

The last time leaves fell, black smoke hit the Nether Sea, and the host made a prophecy that the seal would be broken. Why are the leaves falling this time?

The monks looked at the yellow fruit tree with the gentleness of Buddha, and they all had a desire to understand what it said. But it kept whispering, and only the abbot could hear its voice. It was a wonderful sentence like the Buddha's words, more beautiful than the words in the scriptures, because it was purer and had only the simplest emotional changes.

The abbot was still wearing an ordinary monk's robe, and a simple wooden stick in his hand supported him as he walked through the path made by the monks and stood in front of the Huangguoshu tree.

The monks, who were already silent, became even quieter out of respect and faith, looking at the abbot, waiting for him to speak. However, this was a tedious process of perception, which required them to wait for a long time, but the monks were calm, and just put their hands together, made a Buddhist salute, and began a long wait that they didn't know when it would end.

The orange-yellow light of the morning above was gradually replaced by dark brown clouds, and they were like the changes that the sea and the land would undergo, and they appeared in the sky in an instant. And no matter how much it changed, the temple in the vast wilderness remained unchanged, and only the sound of the bell penetrated the past and the present, resounding through the universe.

The old host stretched out his dry hand, which was like the rough bark of a Huangguoshu tree. He gently touched the ancient tree, hoping to find out the reason why it was shaking, but to no avail. Then, he finally saw some vague dreams that kept appearing in his mind, which made him quickly comprehend some mysteries.

Those images were not specific people, objects, or words, but flashes of light, like dark brown clouds overhead, flashing continuously, as fast as thunder, and as powerful as a mountain torrent or tsunami. They raged in the host's mind, and also like a warning, like a demon descending to the earth, turning all living things into smoke and charcoal.

The host did not let go of his hand for a long time, because although the light stopped appearing before his closed eyes, it did not stop changing. The light, sometimes faint and sometimes bright, moved in front of his dark eyes, like the change of clouds. Even if the movement was very small, it would never stop until it disappeared and turned into another existence.

Waiting, the long wait seemed to have passed for thousands of years in the blink of an eye, but the host had long been accustomed to it. He had a lot of concentration because he had already guarded the Great Wilderness for hundreds of years. So this little time was nothing. He gradually felt that his body was completely dried up, like a corpse. And this wall of Buddhas in the South Sky also dissipated when the monks turned into ashes.

No matter the golden bricks and red tiles or the colored glaze flower cups, they are all extremely fragile in the face of time. Even the Buddha statues in the temples that are worshipped with incense from the world will sooner or later lose their gold paint, or even dissipate into ashes. But faith is forever unchanged. At this moment, the abbot's firm belief in Buddha made him see the strange color again.

The previously colorful chaos gradually became orderly, and a peaceful light appeared in the eyes of the host. This light seemed to be blessed by the real Buddha, hanging high in the clouds, and finally even had the momentum to break through the shackles of the wilderness and go to the outside world. It rose and fell in the sky, but finally left this place and went to an unknown place.

His eyes were fixed on the sky, and he could only see a tiny bit of the mysterious world outside. In the eyes of the monks, the abbot held his head high, and no one knew what he was looking at. But after being silent for a long time, he finally put down his dry hand, opened his mouth gently, and uttered a lot of unsolved mysteries.

What will the host see?

The young monk Xuanmiao stood behind the other monks, standing on tiptoe and looking forward. His fellow monks saw him and whispered reminders and warnings to him, but he kept looking forward no matter how many times they pulled him. For him, the slightest expression of the abbot was enough for him to pay attention to. In his eyes, the abbot was not only a symbol of majesty and the true Buddha, but also a kind and mentor-like existence.

The handsome young monk was already twelve years old. Although he never ate any meat, he never missed a single bite of vegetarian noodles, so he was quite tall. But compared to those monks, Arhats and Buddhas, he was still much shorter, so he couldn't see the host at all, but could clearly hear his voice.

"Nothing, go back."

This voice was extremely plain and powerful, but it was not lacking in majesty. This was the true Buddha-like host. As the strongest stone pillar of the Southern Buddha Wall, it supported the sky of Tanghua Temple. If you didn't know him, who would have thought that this voice came from an old man with no teeth?

When the host says nothing is wrong, it really is nothing, and no one doubts it. But after nothing is wrong, it is a big thing that cannot be changed, but the host chooses not to intervene.

"Host, there is some movement in the wilderness. Should we not take care of it?"

Since there was nothing to do, the monk started talking about other things. It just so happened that all the monks were there. The abbot asked what it was. With his strength, how could he not know? But since he asked, the monk answered. In the minds of the monks, he represented absolute command. He had that strength, covering all aspects.

"The people from the Qingtian Sect have taken action."

The monk looked worried. The people of the Qingtian Sect were more concerned about Xia Xiao than before. They found it a little strange, but the notices from the academy made it difficult for them to act. However, the Qingtian Sect took action this time, obviously because Xia Xiao and Azhu showed up in the wilderness, but how could they get so close to Tanghua Temple?

"Where?"

"Two hundred miles northeast."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the temple was confused. Even if they could hide their aura, they shouldn't have gone so deep. But the abbot thought for a moment, leaned on his cane and walked away from the yellow fruit tree, saying calmly:

"We won't ask about Xia Xiao's affairs."

"But Master, the direction he is heading is obviously Tanghua Temple, or the south of the South China Sea. He is so possessed and yet he is coming here like this, so he must be making some moves."

"There is a secret in this. If we can't see through it, we should not affect its development."

"But if no one goes, it would seem too cold."

The host stopped and nodded in agreement. He had a very high reputation because he listened to everyone's opinions and did not put on airs, but the answer he gave this time surprised them a little.

"Then send Xuan Miao as a representative."

Xuanmiao, who was standing behind the crowd, jumped up with joy when he heard this, not looking like a monk at all. But he should be happy that the abbot trusted him so much. But when he squeezed through the crowd and ran for a long time to the abbot to express his gratitude, another monk spoke up:

"Xuan Miao doesn't read much scriptures, and he's always daydreaming. He doesn't have enough enlightenment, and his cultivation is still low. Even if we want to send someone, we can't let him go. Please think twice."

"Master Bai Lin is right. Let's take him with us."

The host was halfway through his speech when he looked towards Xuan Miao.

"His personality is exactly the opposite of yours. You should let him see Xuyun for the last time."

Although the person sent by the host was not a big shot, it was also a disguised way to meet the request of the monk. The latter knew what was good, and did not say a word, but just kept silent for a while. Even if Xuanmiao was very happy, he suppressed his excitement, solemnly performed a Buddhist ceremony, and did not straighten his back for a long time.

In fact, when the senior monks objected, Xuanmiao felt that he had no chance, but the abbot's persistence moved him greatly. He thought to himself that he would definitely not let the abbot down.

Master Bailin and several other monks followed the host and left. The monks quickly dispersed and continued their own studies. They lived a self-disciplined life, like elves in the clouds. When Master Bailin and other monks asked the host what he meant and even started to argue, the young monk Xuanmiao straightened up.

The little monk knew that Xia Xiao was a demon, and he also knew that one of the duties of Tanghua Temple was to exorcise demons, and he also knew how he should face Xia Xiao. The difference in their strength was huge, but his faith filled him with strength. Therefore, he walked towards the host with his head held high and his chest puffed out, his face full of righteousness.

Even though he didn't like reading scriptures, he still read them, and read them thoroughly. When he was fascinated, he would read them in bed. He did like to daydream, but he never thought about things he shouldn't think about. Instead, he thought about the contents of the scriptures and worldly affairs. The masters and monks said that he was not suitable for becoming a monk, and only the abbot could answer his questions. Compared with most stubborn monks, the abbot understood that if he wanted to become a Buddha, he had to see through the secular world and the world, rather than escape from it.

At a young age, one must do enough things and think about enough problems in order to achieve great things in the future. This is the truth that the abbot quietly told Xuanmiao, so when Xuanmiao did not slack off, carrying a deflated bag and a large unlit lantern, and stepping into the boundless wasteland, the abbot was watching him from deep in the temple.

This was the first time that the young monk Xuanmiao had gone out of the wilderness, so he was a little scared, but his eyes were determined, and in the distant direction he was facing, something big had already happened.

Xia Xiao and his eight companions walked in the vast wilderness as usual. The weeds here were much shorter and fewer, no longer like the fertile grass and reeds by the river. But they were flattened in an instant, cracked and trembling. The noise that startled the eight people was made by the elder of the Qingtian Sect!

The murderer who suddenly fell to the ground emitted an extremely broad beam of energy and roared like thunder, deafening.

"Xia Xiao, prepare to die!"

"I won't die even if you die!"

Before Li Ming and the other six and Ah Zhu could react, Xia Xiao had already punched out. His punch lit up the wasteland, brightening the dark and oppressive world. Ah Zhu was so frightened that he quickly hid behind him. The six people were even more scared, slapping their burning clothes and rolling around in the flames and the bombed areas.

Xia Xiao, the demon who had been restrained all this time, finally showed his sharp claws and fangs. There is no beast that does not eat people, and there is no poisonous snake that does not attack. The beast that had been suppressed all this time became more ferocious because of the tolerance of time.

Li Ming's cold face was still expressionless, but his eyes were full of astonishment, because Xia Xiao's punch was just the beginning of a brutal attack. Suddenly, the flames rose again, and a fierce tiger-like and lion-like mastiff head had the power to crush thunder.