Chapter 508: Is it you or me through the torrent of time?

The palace under the sunset glow looks extremely extraordinary, of course, this is the last habitation of the saint after all, naturally extraordinary.
Chanzi walked on the stone ladder paved with jade, every step was extremely slow, like a pilgrimage.
Everyone knows that Zen is the most outstanding young disciple in Buddhism. He is a monk who has heard the two Buddhist saints preaching. He is naturally extremely tenacious and will never become unstable because of such things.
Although the sages of Yanhe are rumored to learn from the three religions, when it comes to Buddhism, they should still be less sophisticated than those two Buddhist sages.
Chanzi walked slowly, just to show respect.
The saints in the world are not necessarily true saints, but since this one has never sat high in the clouds, he is worthy of admiration.
Walking on the jade ladder, Gu Yuan said, "This saint is known as the three masters. When I left the academy, the head teacher specially asked me, if you have seen this saint's coffin, remember to bow."
That Xuegongzhangjiao is the number one figure of Confucianism under the clouds, but it’s impossible to know everything. Gu Yuan and Chanzi didn’t know anything until they entered Wushan. , The head teacher, there is no reason to know before.
However, in the previous years, the three religions have been verifying the identity of the saint. Even if he does not know whether he has studied the three religions, he can get information from the process of research. The message received by Confucianism is that the saint is A great Confucian, Dao Sect said that he is a Taoist with profound Taoism, so from the perspective of Buddhists, it is that the Sage of Yanhe is an eminent monk.
Although this is a bit exaggerated, it is not really exaggerated.
Chanzi thought of the master of the school, nodded, and said, "This saint is still very powerful."
After saying this, Chanzi wanted to say more, but it seemed that he couldn't say anything.
Gu Yuan didn't know what he was thinking of, so he ran a few steps forward and walked in front of Chanzi. As soon as Chanzi wanted to speak, he saw Gu Yuan under the sunset glow and smiled unconsciously.
Chanzi was born beautifully. If he hadn't been a monk and became a monk, whether he walked in the Buddhist land or in the mountains and rivers, he would definitely attract the attention of many women.
In the words of a certain demon cultivator, there will be many people who want to give birth to monkeys for Zen children.
Gu Yuan saw his smile, and then asked inexplicably, "How could you become a monk?"
When I first met Chanzi in Beihai that year, Gu Yuan said a word. At that time, she said it was a pity that she was a monk.
Now I finally asked this sentence.
Chanzi smiled, walked a few steps forward, crossed Gu Yuan, came to the palace, and said calmly: "The world is too noisy, I prefer quietness, that's all."
With these words, Zen Zi pushed open the door of the palace.
I don't know what the door of the main hall is made of. It looks like wood, but it is so heavy that no one can push it, so it is only possible for monks.
As the door was slowly pushed open by Zenzi.
I don't know what layout is inside, and the originally dim scene gradually brightens up.
There are countless night pearls inlaid on the top of both sides of the main hall.
Enough to illuminate this hall as bright as day.
There is no difference between this palace and the secular dynasty palaces. The only difference is that the place where the dragon chair should be placed, there is no dragon chair, only a painting.
There is a person on that picture.
It was a middle-aged man sitting cross-eyed with eyes closed.
He was dressed in a moon-white shirt, with long hair casually draped over his shoulders, with both hands on his knees, sitting cross-legged on a rock, behind him there were some mountains hidden in the clouds.
Looks very ordinary, just like ordinary monks, there is nothing special.
Chanzi looked at him and said, "I think he is the sage of Yanhe."
Gu Yuan didn't know why, but he kept pulling Zenzi's sleeves tightly, feeling a little nervous.
Chanzi took a few steps forward, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up in the hall.
The hall was very empty, and there was a gust of wind, and the sound of the wind rang in the hall.
The portrait was blown away by the wind, and then a word appeared: Kneel!
Only then did Zenzi notice that there was a futon in front of the portrait.
This is left to kneeling later.
Zenzi respected the saint, but didn't want to kneel down. Gu Yuan only bowed when he received the instruction from Su Ye.
No one thought about kneeling down for the saint.
So Chanzi is unmoved.
Gu Yuan just pulled his sleeves and looked at the portrait.
After the gust of wind, maybe it was too long to feel someone kneeling on the futon. The portrait swayed with the wind, and it fell off the wall and wandered around the hall.
Chanzi clasped his hands together, and didn't know when he had already given birth to a Buddha's light, which wrapped him and Gu Yuan, he took a step forward, and a lotus flower emerged from his chest, which instantly broke through the air.
It fell on the wall of the previous painting.
With a bang.
The wall was blasted with a big hole by the lotus.
Zenzi looked at the exposed passage, a little lost.
With his eyesight, it can naturally be seen that there is a coffin lying horizontally in it.
Ordinary people can only be called coffins.
Only the coffins of emperors can be called coffins.
There is a large coffin on the outside and a small coffin on the inside.
Chanzi didn't know what the coffin was made of.
But it looked like ordinary Nanmu.
Since the saint Yanhe left behind the relics and wants outsiders to inherit, then seeing the coffin is not disrespectful to him.
Chanzi walked forward with Gu Yuan.
Passing through that wall, you naturally came to the front of the coffin, and Zen was born high enough to see the small characters on the coffin clearly.
There are a lot of small prints, probably talking about his life. If you let Li Fuyao look at it, even if those small prints are somewhat different from what a chicken and a dog at the bottom of the valley said, it is probably the story.
Zenzi read these carefully, and then felt a little emotional.
It was a little bit emotional about the experience of this saint.
He has been dead for so many years. Naturally, Zenzi couldn't produce any angry opinions about the things he did.
After reading this, Zenzi looked around.
This is a small secret room.
Except for this coffin, nothing else.
Suddenly, Chanzi said, "If we are lucky enough to be the first to get here, then why are others so slow?"
Gu Yuan had always been very careful before, and his heartstrings collapsed very tightly. He had never thought about this, but now he heard the words of Chanzi almost talking to himself, and he also noticed the problem.
This is said to be a test, why is it not difficult.
If they are not difficult, other people should not be difficult, but why are they only two.
Chanzi stepped back a few steps, his expression a little nervous.
Gu Yuan asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"
Chanzi said, "I don't think it's so good."
Yes, not so good.
Although Chanzi is not a woman like Ye Shengge, she is not pure Taoist, but she is also extremely pure.
He can feel something different.
Zenzi said, "Let's go."
It turned out that Chanzi wanted
Thinking of leaving here, in this way, what saints inherited, what Yanhe saints' relics are no longer needed.
Obviously it is very close.
There is nothing else here, as long as you reach out and push the coffin aside, you will know the truth.
But Zenzi chose to give up.
Gu Yuan had always believed in Chanzi, so after Chanzi said this, he nodded without hesitation.
The current situation has changed.
It's not what the saints agreed before.
Zen Zi gave birth to a lotus flower at his fingertips and began to walk back.
Back in the hall, the door suddenly closed.
Chanzi didn't hesitate at all, the lotus in his hand bombarded the door.
And the light of Buddha in the sky seems very solemn.
Chanzi turned out to shoot with all his strength.
This young genius, who was half a generation older than Ye Shengge, might be inferior to Dao, but it would definitely not be worse.
That lotus is Zenzi's ultimate move.
After leaving from the fingertips, the lotus flower fell on the door.
There is no sound, but it is visible to the naked eye.
It was as if a flower fell into the water.
There was a ripple, but other than that, there was nothing else.
Zenzi snorted and backed away a few steps.
A bit of blood ran from his lips.
Gu Yuan looked at Zenzi like this, worried.
She asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"
Chanzi is vomiting blood, which is not all right at all.
Chanzi smiled, without any hesitation, took out a golden pill from his arms and took it.
This is the spirit pill on Lingshan, it is very useful for healing injuries, because it is too precious, in fact, there is not much in the whole Lingshan.
Chanzi has, but not many.
With a spirit pill, the Zen child is much better. He turned around, blocking Gu Yuan behind him, and calmly said: "If I am going to die today, I hope I will die first."
With these words, a lotus flower was born between his fingers again, protecting Gu Yuan behind the lotus.
The coffin in front suddenly fell into the hall.
The painting also fell on the coffin.
It's quiet.
Gu Yuan could even hear Zenzi's heartbeat.
Zenzi held her hand and whispered, "Don't be afraid."
Just when the voice fell.
There was movement in the coffin.
Shook it.
Then there was a harsh sound slowly coming out.
If you heard it correctly, the coffin was pushed aside.
The picture also moved forward.
In the next scene, Gu Yuan almost screamed.
Because a hand stretched out from the coffin.
That hand is very thin.
It looked like skin and bones.
This should be the hand of an old man, and the old man should be dying, and he will be dead.
Otherwise, where would there be such a hand.
Chanzi didn't know if this hand belonged to the saint.
But seeing that hand was holding the picture scroll, and then slowly took the picture scroll back into the coffin.
Then there was a slight voice.
It's like someone dresses.
The lotus light between Zen Zi's fingers is masterpiece, and Zen Zi is also very nervous.
It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that a moment has passed.
A moment seems like a thousand years.
There was a sigh in the hall.
It was very vicissitudes, as if passing through the torrent of time and came to the opposite of Chanzi.
"Ugh……"