This abbot of Qingxu called Huiguang Bodhisattva his ancestor, which shows that this Huiguang Bodhisattva is extremely high. Even the abbot of Qingxu does not know what era Huiguang Bodhisattva was born in.

I only knew that when I had just entered the Great Compassion Temple and was a little monk in the beginning realm, the Huiguang Bodhisattva was there.

After a few hundred years, when he preached the Tao himself, the Huiguang Master Ancestor was still the same.

According to another Bodhisattva of the Great Compassion Temple, Uncle Taixu, Huiguang Bodhisattva had seen the last immortal.

And the last immortal of the Tang Dynasty was more than 2,000 years ago.

Therefore, the age of Huiguang Bodhisattva may be close to 3,000 years old.

It is also Huiguang Bodhisattva, at the invitation of His Majesty the Holy Emperor, outside the city of Chang'an, built this Great Compassion Temple.

Abbot Qingxu remembered that ten years ago, Master Huiguang went to the imperial city and passed away shortly after returning.

When he passed away, Master Huiguang said that he wanted to continue the road, but unfortunately failed, and hoped that the latecomers would pass on the torch.

Later, Patriarch Huiguang passed away, and the lotus flower in front of his courtyard also withered.

"When I came, I asked Uncle Taixu to let this lotus flower reopen if it is inherited by Master Huiguang."

Ah Lan touched those withered lotus flowers, which were very ordinary.

"Master, are you saying that the one in this pool is Myoho-renge-kyo?"

Abbot Qingxu nodded: "Yes." "Little girl, you can't look at it." Abbot Qingxu added with a smile, Ah Lan didn't understand much.

However, as long as someone can accept the inheritance of Huiguang Bodhisattva, all monks will be saved, and this Ah Lan understands.

"Go, the inheritance of Master Huiguang is in the courtyard." Abbot Qingxu pointed at the decaying courtyard.

Chen Qingshan and the others were a little confused, and the wine sage next to him opened his mouth to explain.

The cultivation of the Eight Realms, comprehending Sumeru, can open a realm, or tear open the void and realize the movement.

And this small courtyard is the realm opened up by Huiguang Bodhisattva.

"Dare to ask the Qingxu seniors, there is no one in this Great Compassion Temple to accept the inheritance of Huiguang Bodhisattva?" Chen Qingshan asked.

Abbot Qingxu explained: "They have all been there, but they don't conform to the intention of Huiguang Master. ”

"Oh? Wouldn't it be okay even for those two Buddhas? Jiuxian asked.

There are two gifted Buddhist cultivators in this Great Compassion Temple, known as the Buddha's son.

Abbot Qingxu shook his head: "One of the two of them has his own way, and the other person preaches the way of Uncle Taixu, so there is no need to accept the inheritance of Master Huiguang." ”

"So, I'll give it a try." Sanzang bowed to the abbot of Qingxu and walked into the small courtyard.

"What's that kid's name?" Abbot Qingxu asked.

"Sanzang, he wants this flower to bloom, and then go to save his master." Chen Qingshan responded and pointed to the lotus flowers in the pool.

"Sanzang." The abbot of Qingxu recited the name of Sanzang.

"If he succeeds in accepting the inheritance of Master Huiguang, then he will be the third Buddha of my Great Compassion Temple." Abbot Qingxu looked at the courtyard and said slowly.

Hearing this, Chen Qingshan and the others were shocked.

At this time, in the realm opened up by the monk Huiguang, Sanzang did not encounter the imaginary difficulties and obstacles, and the sword mountain and the sea of fire.

I just saw a village, the village was always raining continuously, and there was only one way out of the village, and later, the rain was too heavy, and the road in this village was washed away by the rain, and everyone couldn't get out.

Until a young man rebuilt the bridge for the village.

Then there was nothing.

When Sanzang was puzzled, a figure appeared next to Sanzang, it was an old monk with kind eyebrows, and the old monk had a colorful divine ring behind his head, Sanzang knew that this should be the Huiguang Bodhisattva.

Huiguang Bodhisattva, like an elder, patted Sanzang on the shoulder.

"Start by building a bridge."

The voice of Huiguang Bodhisattva sounded, and the light and shadow changed again in front of Sanzang.

After the bridge was built, everyone was free to come and go, and when the rain stopped, the young man left the village.

"Later he saved people." Huiguang Bodhisattva said again.

When the youth left the village, someone fell into the river, and the youth rescued him.

"And then I saved tens of thousands of people." On that day, the landslide affected the city below the mountain, and the young man appeared and lifted the mountain, and the young man at this time was already a Buddhist cultivator.

"In the end, he became a Buddha." The young man sat on the highest mountain in the south, with nothing behind him, and the young man's body shone immeasurably.

Sanzang was a little shocked.

"So, what are you here for?" Huiguang Bodhisattva Dao.

"I'm here to save my master, and I need the inheritance of my predecessors." Sanzang said it truthfully.

"Then you are willing to be your master and become the one who paves the way." Huiguang Bodhisattva asked.

"Nature." Sanzang replied.

"The man who paved the way is likely to die instead of becoming a Buddha in the end, you understand?"

Sanzang looked up into the eyes of Huiguang Bodhisattva: "Sanzang naturally knows that if you want to save tens of millions of people, you must first continue the road out of the village. ”

Huiguang Bodhisattva was very satisfied, and nodded with a smile: "Good." ”

A little towards the center of the Sanzang eyebrows, there are countless wisdom lights falling into the Sanzang Sea of Knowledge.

The world opened up by the Bodhisattva began to collapse.

Sanzang only felt that his body began to roll upside down.

Huiguang Bodhisattva's final entrustment sounded: "I may not have enough to give you. "If one day, when you reach my level of cultivation and find that the road cannot be continued, don't carry it hard, go to the southernmost part of the world, and that person will leave behind 3,000 secrets."

"Remember, in the southernmost part of the world, there is a true Buddha!" Huiguang Bodhisattva's voice slowly dissipated.

At the same time, the pine forest in the Great Compassion Temple, the originally decayed courtyard, has some vitality, and the lotus flower outside the courtyard is slowly recovering.

"It seems that my Great Compassion Temple is going to produce the third Buddha." Abbot Qingxu smiled.

"It worked!"

Jiujian Erxian, Chen Qingshan, Ah Lan, and Chang Xin are happy.

Sanzang appeared from the courtyard, his eyes were a little confused, and he obviously hadn't eased up.

Sanzang only remembered that he wanted to continue a path for Huiguang Bodhisattva and the people of the world, and when his strength was not enough, he could go to the southernmost part of the world to find a true Buddha.

Bursts of Sanskrit sound permeated the entire courtyard, and countless golden petals were sprinkled from the air, with a strange fragrance, and after accepting the inheritance of Huiguang Bodhisattva, Sanzang successfully broke through to the second realm.

The lotus flower in the pond bloomed instantly, and then turned into a golden lotus platform and slowly fell into the hands of Sanzang, and this golden lotus platform was the Myoho Renge.

"Sanzang, you are now the third Buddha of my Great Compassion Temple." Qingxu smiled, and after saying this, he held the nine-ring tin staff and left.

Sanzang held the Myoho-renge-ka in his hand, but what he was thinking about was his master.

"Please also ask the two seniors to take me back to Shengyan Academy to save my master." Sanzang bowed to Jiuxian and Jianxian.

The two took Chen Qingshan and others away from the Great Compassion Temple, and then rose to the sky and went straight to Shengyan Academy.

At the foot of Fengshan, in the courtyard, Sanzang plucked a leaf and carefully fed it to the mouth of Monk Fan.

The original spirit of the monk slowly recovered, but the golden body dissipated faster, and almost the courtyard was full of gold dust.

"When the golden body completely dissipates, Master Fan will wake up." Yixian said.

Sanzang asked if he could keep the golden body of the monk.

Yixian just wanted to be the head, she said that the moment Monk Fan let his golden body leave his body, he was ready to let the golden body dissipate, or even die.

gave up the golden body in exchange for Mrs. Peach Blossom.

Yixian returned to Jinghu, while Jiuxian continued to drink outside the hospital, and Jiuxian did not plan to leave until Monk Fan woke up.

Jian Xian found Chen Qingshan and said that he would take him to the sword washing pool to wash the sword.

Jian Xian saw that Chen Qingshan's sword was not an extraordinary soldier, but this sword was not spiritually opened.

To go to the sword washing pool to wash the sword is to let Chen Qingshan's sword open up spirituality.

When Chen Qingshan arrived at the sword washing pool, he found that the sword washing pool was not water, but gold and stone. Naturally, this is not an ordinary gold stone, but a precious ore collected from various places, and after refining, it is placed in the sword washing pool.

The entire sword washing pool is nearly 100 zhang, and the number of gold and stone in it is afraid that there are tens of millions of catties, if it is counted as real silver money, it is difficult to estimate.

"Senior, how am I going to do it?" Chen Qingshan asked Jian Xian.

Jian Xian said: "Just put your sword in it, there is a formation in the sword washing pool." ”

Hearing this, Chen Qingshan took off his sword, put it into the sword washing pool, and then slowly withdrew.

As soon as Jian Xian stepped on it, a formation rose, and Chen Qingshan's sword took the initiative to hang in the air, and began to absorb the golden stones in the sword pool.

As it absorbed, the blade of the sword began to emit bursts of sword sounds.

Jian Xian looked at Chen Qingshan's sword, he didn't know how many gold stones it could absorb, if it could absorb more than twenty zhang, he would be able to enter the hundred soldiers.

Jian Xian's sword is called Seven-Star Longyuan, ranking fifteenth in the hundred soldiers' spectrum, and it is a rare sharp soldier in the world, and Seven-Star Longyuan has absorbed sixty-one zhang and two inches of gold and stone.

Jian Xian thought, and Chen Qingshan's sword had just begun to absorb the gold and stone in the sword washing pool.

It's just that Chen Qingshan's sword absorbs this golden stone very quickly, and after a while, it has already passed five zhang.

Moreover, where Chen Qingshan's sword passed, all the gold and stones turned to ashes.

After a pillar of incense, Chen Qingshan's sword had passed twenty zhang in the sword washing pool, and there was no half-eaten appearance, Chen Qingshan's sword continued to move forward quickly.

Chen Qingshan was standing on the shore, and he could also feel the joy on his body.

After two pillars of incense, Chen Qingshan's sword was fifty zhang.

At this level, Chen Qingshan's sword can already be ranked among the thirty of the hundred soldiers.

Jian Xian gradually understood that Chen Qingshan's sword might not be inferior to the Seven Star Dragon Wish.

And when it reached sixty zhang, Jian Xian's eyelids jumped, and he had a bad premonition.

Then, it was seventy zhang, and Jian Xian was shocked.

In Jian Xian's somewhat numb gaze, he reached eighty zhang, ninety zhang, and ninety-nine zhang and nine inches.

It wasn't until the last inch left that Chen Qingshan's sword stopped, and its current appearance had changed greatly, like a hanging of quicksilver.