The burly monk gradually approached, and Lichen saw his appearance clearly, this senior uncle was even younger than he imagined, looking like a middle-aged man in his forties, but Lichen did not think that this was the real age of this Venerable.

Martial arts cultivators already live longer than ordinary mortals, and it is not uncommon for the true yuan to flow through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, refining the body, making the martial artist's body more solid, and at the same time, it has gradually faded away from the appearance of old age.

As far as the dust knows, the head of the Rotten Ke Temple has practiced a wonderful method called the "Rotten Ke Dharma Protector Sutra", which is contrary to the method derived from the human body, and it is still the appearance of a young child, but it is too old.

As the mentor of the two Venerable Enlightened and Enlightened Beings, the Void Saint Venerable in front of him is at least past the age of Jiazi, and there is no doubt about this decision.

And when his eyes were rolling around, he saw this uncle and ancestor approaching, but he subconsciously abandoned the thoughts in his heart and saluted respectfully.

It may be that the fright brought to him by Master Kongyan at that time was too deep, but now he can relax a little in front of a few more familiar Venerables, and in the face of those unfathomable Buddhist monks, he subconsciously abandons distracting thoughts.

After all, this is the Xuankong Temple of Thousand Buddha Mountain, maybe there is an inconspicuous monk who understands his heart, and then thinks crankily from his heart, maybe one day he will fall into a desperate situation.

The Empty Saint Venerable glanced at the dust up and down, and the happy appearance made the dust couldn't help but be a little hairy, but when he saw him, he smiled and said: "The word Suo Po means 'Suohe', 'Suo River', and also has the meaning of 'Kan Patience'. ”

"The samsara sentient beings have a deep karma and must endure all kinds of troubles and sufferings, so the 'sampa world' is also the 'land of forbearance', also known as the 'five turbid world', and my Buddha's Pure Land, the world of bliss is facing each other, so this world is riddled with sins, and the demons are everywhere, and only by washing away the dust can we step into the pure land. ”

Hearing this, Lichen nodded slightly, no wonder there is such a terrifying heart demon brewing in the ancient road, just as the master uncle said, the karma contained in it is indeed comparable to ten thousand zhang of red dust.

"The monks who have rolled in the sins of the red dust, whether it is their state of mind or the Dharma, should be tempered, and in just three incense sticks, stepping out of it, they can resist the hard work of ordinary monks who have realized the Dharma for decades, and the ancient realm can be regarded as an opportunity......

Hearing this, he nodded slightly, he came out of the ancient road, although the martial arts realm did not climb much, but the cultivation of that body became more and more condensed, and the Dharma light reflected from the body increased several times compared to before, even the Buddha light of the royal road level in the previous Zen staff did not overpower him on the top of the "quality".

Although the Xuan Light rippled from the golden scrolls in his sea of consciousness spread into his limbs and bones, making his strength more and more abundant, the benefits that he had given him from walking through the Ancient Realm in the underworld could not be ignored.

The Zen Master of the Empty Sage was still smiling, but as soon as the conversation changed, he talked about the other side of this ancient road: "Of course, if it is just a chance, why should the great monks of the past generations seal it here, as you said before, after blinding the Buddha's heart, there are indeed very few people who can really come out of it and not be taken advantage of by the demons in their hearts." ”

Hearing this, Lichen's expression moved slightly, and he had a feeling that what this master wanted to say next might be the real secret.

"Chen, since you are a Buddha of the word "Li", have you ever heard of the Master of Wusheng......"

Lichen was slightly stunned, although he was a soul who had crossed over, but he had inherited the memory of the Buddha, and he was no stranger to this sage of the "nothing" generation.

In the records of Xuankong Temple, it should be the name of the monk tens of thousands of years ago, and Master Wusheng was the most amazing and brilliant one in Xuankong Temple in ancient times.

Thousand Buddha Mountain, the holy land of Buddhism, although it has stood for tens of thousands of years after ancient times, and is known as one of the pinnacles between heaven and earth, but before that long time, it was not the case in ancient times.

In ancient times, the Xuankong Temple did not have such a situation as it is today, and there was once a danger of destruction, it is said that there was a great demon invading the Western Wilderness at that time, and the vast demon power turned into a monstrous flame to envelop the universe, so that the flowers and plants in a radius of millions of miles dried up, turned into terracotta and yellow sand, and the name of the Western Wilderness also came from this.

And the master of Wusheng is the abbot of Xuankong Temple at that time, this "none" generation of Zen master knows that the devil is not a single person can be defeated, but a person out of the ancient temple and set foot in the Western Wilderness, all the Buddhist cultivation in this borderless domain are gathered together, which created the so-called Thousand Buddha Mountain.

Gathering the power of the entire Western Wilderness, the Zen master also triggered the law of a thousand Buddhas, which subdued the evil demons, and such legends are still immortal even after thousands of years, which is also the origin of Thousand Buddha Mountain.

However, the empty sage Zen master looked at the appearance of the dust, but he slightly dissipated his smile, and sighed softly: "Wusheng Zen Master is a real Buddhist monk, the six ways of Buddhism are all understood, and the seventy-two mystical methods are integrated, which can be called the first monk in the Buddha Mountain." However, few people know that the lifeless patriarch is not the generation of Buddhas of the "nothing" generation......"

Hearing this, Lichen couldn't help but widen his eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity in his heart. Don't talk about him, I'm afraid that all the monks in the temple grew up listening to the legend of the lifeless patriarch, and at this time, he suddenly heard that this lifeless abbot was not the Buddha of that generation, how could he believe it?

Could it be that in ancient times, in addition to the lifeless ancestor in the Xuankong Temple, there was another monk who shook the past and the present?

The Void Saint Venerable turned around and walked in front of the three huge beast stone sculptures, and seemed to look at them one by one for a while, before he slowly spoke: "Among the ancestors of the generation of the 'Wu' generation, in addition to the abbot of Wusheng, there is indeed a person who is amazingly talented, even the Wusheng Zen Master is ashamed of himself, and the entire Xuankong Temple thinks that he can attain the Bodhi fruit position, but ......"

The Void Saint Venerable gently patted the huge stone statue of the strange beast, shook his head and sighed: "That high monk, the Dharma name is Wuxin, that is, the peerless demon cultivator who later gathered the entire Western Wilderness Buddhist Temple to suppress ......."

Lichen blinked his eyes slightly, and it took a long time to react to the words from the mouth of his uncle, and suddenly he felt that his scalp suddenly exploded, the demon cultivator who had almost destroyed the entire Western Wilderness in the ancient years was also a disciple of their Xuankong Temple? Or was it the Buddha of that generation? What kind of joke of the century!

Lichen turned his head abruptly and looked at Venerable Jueyuan beside him, but at this time, the Venerable Arhat with a long beard folded his hands and looked like chanting sutras and worshipping Buddha, without any surprise.