There is a temple among the mountains. The temple is exactly the same as the temple where Song You stayed overnight. It is built on the mountain and covers a large area of ​​the mountain. It is magnificent and resplendent. Even the stairs leading to the mountain gate are made of the best stone.

It was built with a small golden-roofed white pagoda every few steps on both sides.

There are countless rooms in the palace in the mountain, and the sound of chanting is everywhere.

The only difference is that the temple half a month ago was on the roadside, only forty miles away from Jade City, but this temple is deep in the mountains, and no one would come here at all.

In the palace at the top, which is comparable to the palace hall, most of the great monks that Song You had seen before were gone. The few who were still here were huddled in the back, studying Buddhist scriptures, shaking their heads, and lighting up the candlesticks in the Mingming Hall.

They were all the same as before, but seemed to have a little more air.

The person sitting at the top was replaced by an extremely obese monk with a fat belly. He was only covered in loose golden monk robes and had a smile on his face, like some carved Laughing Buddha.

At this moment, there was a colorful glazed platform in front of him. The colorful glazed glass, which was more precious than five-colored jade in the Western Regions, was now just a foil, used to place the ordinary objects on it that were as ordinary as flowing water.

The pot-bellied monk smiled, his eyes only looking at the watery aura, unable to take his eyes away, as if there was endless beauty inside, or maybe it was some kind of rare treasure.

And this is indeed the case.

This is indeed a rare treasure.

Only after he got this treasure three days ago did he realize what the ultimate treasure of heaven and earth is, the crystallization of the Great Dao. In comparison, all the treasures and magic weapons he had hidden were dim and dull.

And he had done almost nothing in the past three days. He just looked at Fang Lingyun here. From time to time, he stretched out his hand to touch it, but he was afraid of damaging it or desecrating it, so he took his hand back, and at most he got closer.

He opened his eyes to look carefully at the brilliance inside, feeling the mysterious charm and endless mysteries within it, and sometimes even saluted it, as if it was more important than his life.

"The ultimate treasure! This is the ultimate treasure!

"Ha ha ha ha……

"There are such wonderful treasures in the world!"

The pot-bellied monk murmured to himself, and sometimes he was so entranced that he couldn't help but reveal his true appearance.
Chapter completed!