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Seated on the back of the Multi Colored Tiger, Cui Hao surveyed the scenery in front. After passing through a narrow and hidden valley entrance, the scenery in front of him suddenly became clear, and there was a flat area. This was a rare basin, and there were lush greenery everywhere.

Temple of Golden Light!

"So it's little master Kong. I've heard a lot about you!" With a face full of greeting, Xiao Hui cupped his hands in a hurry, looking like he was someone who was from the martial arts world.

If an ordinary person were to see this scene, they would definitely be overwhelmed with shock and feel that it was too unbelievable. However, when this scene landed in the eyes of the four little scrubbers at the end of the small path, it was without a single ripple of shock. They had seen the same scene too many times, and it had been going on for many years. Although these beasts looked very fierce, they no longer had any wildness in them, and they had never hurt anyone, so there was no need to be afraid.

"Amitabha, my esteemed guest is here, Temple of Golden Light welcomes you!"

Seeing Cui Hao and Xiao Hui jumping down from the fierce tiger's body, the four Sha Mi looked at each other, then bowed respectfully towards the two of them. There was no sadness nor happiness on their faces, giving people a feeling that they had no desire.

One Autumn Leaf, just by looking at these four little Sharmie sweeping the floor, Cui Hao felt that the entire Temple of Golden Light was not simple, even the little Sharmie sweeping the floor had such a state of mind, she was truly not simple!

Cui Hao smiled and returned the bow as he gazed at the entire temple, only to see a simple and unadorned signboard, as though it had experienced countless years of hardships, it was a little blurry, but the three big words on it could still be seen clearly, it was Temple of Golden Light. The words were ancient and filled with vigor, giving people a feeling that it was a piece of wood.

At this time, Kong Kong also jumped down from his Bai Xiang. He followed the command given by the group of beasts, and Bai Xiang led them towards the deeper parts of the bamboo forest.

"Clank, clank, clank, clank..."

Just as he entered the Temple of Golden Light, a melodious ringing sound of a bell could be heard, followed by the indistinct sound of chanting. It turned out that the time to recite the sutras had come. As he walked, Cui Hao appreciated the antiquity of the Temple of Golden Light, and a strong feeling of history assaulted his senses, while Xiao Hui was like a curious baby looking left and right, constantly asking the little monk some empty questions, making him at a loss of what to do.

The deeper they went, the more melodious the ringing sound became. It was like the morning bell and evening drum, cleansing the soul and wiping it clean, making it crystal clear and spotless.

Maybe because all of the monks in the Temple of Golden Light were chanting, they did not meet anyone along the way. Just like this, Cui Hao and Yue Yang followed Kong and continuously advanced, bypassing every single buddhist hall and buddhist hall. Finally, they arrived in front of a bamboo forest wrapped ordinary thatched cottage.

This thatched cottage was very old, but it had been swept clean. At the entrance, there was a large, angry, and imposing monk with large ears, large ringed eyes, and eyes like bronze bells. His entire body was like a dragon's, filled with boundless power.

"Who are you, state your name!" Staring at Cui Hao and Xiao Hui, the monk berated.

Seeing this, the empty little monk hurriedly said, "Brother Sande, these two people are important people that the Head Elder ordered me to meet. I have specially come to welcome them."

"Sande, don't be rude, hurry up and invite these two noblemen into the thatched cottage for a chat."

At this moment, a somewhat lazy voice came from inside the thatched cottage. It was as if it had just been woken up. However, this voice was very gentle and clear, giving off a feeling of flowing water like a spring, and tinkling loudly.

Hearing that, Great Monk Wu's face changed, and quickly bowed towards the thatched cottage, then said to Cui Hao and Xiao Hui: "Two esteemed guests, Great Clan Elder invited the two of you, you may enter. I will not hear any of the Great Clan Elder's words, and temporarily leave."

With that, he left the thatched cottage with large strides. After walking twenty meters away, he stood still and continued with his duty of guarding. In fact, the entire Temple of Golden Light was hidden deep within the mountains, and no outsider would come here during the long term. This kind of protection was useless, but the monk still persisted with his work.

With an apologetic smile, the empty little monk bowed and said, "Amitabha, my two benefactors, please follow me inside."

Hearing that, Cui Hao and Xiao Hui nodded, and followed the little monk in.

The entire hut was simple and crude, with only a set of rough wooden tables, chairs, and a wooden bed. Although the entire room didn't have any incense burner or incense burner, it still had a faint, very pleasant sandalwood smell. At this moment, an amiable looking old monk was sitting on the wooden bed. He gave off the impression of a Buddha sitting on a lotus throne.

The reason why he had such a feeling was because a golden painting was hanging on the wall behind the old monk. There were only two big words written on it: 'Da Xiong'.

These two words were written in a mighty and majestic manner, giving people the feeling of looking down on the world and looking down on all living beings.

In the buddhist world, the word 'big' had a great meaning. 'big' represented all the wisdom of the buddhist world. 'male' represented all the wisdom of the buddhist world. And there was an unwritten rule in the buddhist world. There was nothing else in this old monk's room, but the mere mention of the golden picture scroll and the two words "Da Xiong" revealed his identity.

"This is a true high monk of the buddhist faith!"

Although he was not clear about the category of High Monk Da Xiong, but the moment he saw this old monk, Cui Hao had such a thought in his mind, it was extremely clear. Although this old monk looked very skinny, he had the holy aura of a lotus. His eyes shined with a kind of benevolent light, and his smiling face gave people a feeling of warmth, benevolence, courage, confidence, and happiness.

Looking at Cui Hao and Xiao Hui, the old monk's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and after that, his gaze landed on the Little Qilin in Cui Hao's arms, and the solemn expression on his face gradually thickened.

At this time, even Cui Hao did not sense that a dazzling dot of light that could not be seen by the naked eye had appeared between the old monk's eyebrows. This feeling was very much like the Sky Eye of legends.

After looking at it for a while, the old monk recovered. He let out a long breath, and his face returned to its smiling expression, appearing very benevolent.

While the old monk was observing the two, Cui Hao and Xiao Hui was actually also seriously observing the other party. Cui Hao's body was currently tyrannical, and his sense of smell was also astonishing, although there was still some distance, he sniffed, and instantly determined that the faint sandalwood scent in the room came from the old monk's body!

What kind of esteemed monk was this? His body was actually emitting a sandalwood fragrance that filled the void.

Noticing this situation, the respect on Cui Hao's face grew even deeper.