Chapter 509: Zenzi can't find it

When that voice came out.
Even Chanzi had an illusion for a while, he suddenly felt that the saint should be alive.
This idea is absurd. No one in this world can live forever. Even saints cannot live forever in the world, but they are afraid of death, so they have practice. That’s why some people crazily think about leaving this world and leaving this world. In the world, whether it is death or going to a new world, it is a difficult thing.
But compared to going to a new world, death is much simpler.
Everyone is going to die.
According to the words said by the saint himself on the coffin, this saint lived at least three thousand years ago. A saint could live more than 1,400 years, so no matter what, the saint of Yanhe should be died.
But when he heard this voice, Chan Zi couldn't restrain the thought that the saint was still alive.
After sorting out his thoughts, Zenzi looked at the front seriously, thinking that no matter what he thinks, he will see the truth later anyway.
If the saint is really alive, it will shock the world anyway.
Because no one has lived so long before.
Maybe there are, but there is no record.
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With the sound of that voice, the hand reappeared in Zen Zi's sight, but this time, the hand had clothes.
Those are moon-white sleeves.
The hand was still skinny, but it didn't look so scary.
After a while, another hand stretched out.
Hold the two sides of the coffin with two hands.
With Chanzi's eyesight, he can naturally see that the two hands are exerting a little force, and it seems that someone wants to sit up from the coffin.
Zenzi looked at this scene silently, without any thoughts.
Gu Yuan had already hid his head behind Chanzi.
After waiting for a long time, there was a pale-haired head that looked lifeless like a ruined weed.
There are facial features on that head, but it's definitely not good-looking.
No other adjectives can even describe that face.
Only one word can accurately tell the state of that face.
That is old.
Yes, if this is really a saint, it really is that saint.
That is the sage of Yanhe three thousand years ago.
He lived for three thousand years, namely
If he is still alive, he must be very old, to the point of being old.
No one is older than him.
Old age means weakness.
For the ordinary people, if they find that one day they are too old to move, some people will dislike them, because they are old and can no longer do anything.
Of course, this kind of thinking must be wrong.
But it cannot be denied that when a person is old enough, it will be really useless.
But what if that person is a saint?
What happens when he gets old enough?
Zenzi didn't know, so he didn't do anything, just quietly watched the old man sitting in the coffin, and then looked at him.
The old man's face is not even visible, there is only a layer of skin, and naturally, there is no change in expression.
He just glanced at Chanzi, and said with emotion, "So I still survived, and I still waited for you."
When he said this, it was probably because he hadn't spoken for too long, so he seemed very jerky.
The sound is as bad as a ghost.
Chanzi looked at him and suddenly asked, "Is it you?"
There is no need to ask more, two words are enough.
The old man turned his head and looked at Zenzi, with some approval in his eyes, "Zhanzi, the qualifications are good, the one behind you is the seed of reading, not bad, you are all here, where is the Taoism?"
The monks in the world know that only the disciples with the highest Confucian qualifications can be regarded as the seeds of reading. This is a kind of constitution, and the Zen sons of Buddhism and Taoism are the most genius qualifications.
Zenzi did not speak.
The old man said: "If you want to come, you should know that I am Yanhe. I have been in Lingshan, and Xunhui is my name."
Listening to the words Xunhui, Zen Zi remembered the story recorded in the Lingshan Buddhist scriptures. Only then did he realize that the saint Yanhe had been to Lingshan and had stayed there for so long.
And Xunhui happened to be the master of the line of Master Zen. If it were to be counted, Zenzi should be considered his junior.
But Chan Zi was not concerned about this, he was thinking of something else.
Since Sage Yanhe is still alive, all relics and inheritance are obviously fake.
What Zen Zi cares about is what he wants to do.
Sage Yanhe looked at Zenzi, with some light in his eyes, "I'm not dead yet, but I'm about to die."
Chanzi could see his state and knew that this sentence was true.
"But I do not
wanna die. "
Sage Yanhe said: "No one wants to die, but I especially don't want to."
"A long time ago, I was about to die, but then I was the same as I am now. I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, and there is no other way. I can’t live without this world, so I can only stay here. The world, so I tried a lot."
If Li Fuyao stood here and heard these words, he would definitely resonate, he knew a lot more than Chanzi and Gu Yuan.
But he is not standing here now.
Although Chanzi is also very clever and knows a lot, he doesn't know what he didn't know.
So he listened quietly.
In fact, maybe he is recovering from injuries,
"I first tried to put the human soul on other things, such as fierce beasts, chickens and dogs. That would really make me live longer, but after all I became such things as chickens and dogs. It was not easy for me to walk into the sea. , How can this be done."
"So I thought of another way."
"I have been to Buddhism, I have been to a school, and I know Taoism. I know that the seeds of Zen reading and Taoism represent the three most suitable aptitudes for practice."
"What if you train these three types of people into a pot of pills?"
Sage Yanhe said: "I have studied the Three Religions, and I am proficient in the techniques of the Three Religions. Any incompatibility is not a problem for me."
"I was dying at that time, so I tried it."
Zenzi said, "Did you succeed?"
Sage Yanhe shook his head, "It's only half done."
Chanzi was a little puzzled. If he didn't succeed, how did this saint live until now?
Sage Yanhe said in memory: "In the last two hundred years of my life, I first caught a seed of reading and kept him closed for a long time. But in the past few decades, Taoism and Buddhism have not come out of Taoism and Zen. You can only make him a pill first."
"Not long after eating him, I found another Taoist kind."
Sage Yanhe said: "Of course, I was trained to become a pill."
"But I haven't waited for a Zen son until I waited for two hundred years."
Zen was silent. These three types of people were not cabbages on the street. Almost all of them were born in hundreds of years, and sometimes even in thousands of years. It has been almost five thousand years.
This sage of Yanhe was thinking about waiting for the appearance of Zenzi, naturally he couldn't wait.
Therefore, this is only half of the success.