Chapter 66: The End of the Heavenly Dragon Scroll

Songshan Shaolin

Shaolin, the door in front of the door at this time can be full of birds, never seen again, the glory of the year, the door is not seen a monk by the guest.

Seeing Shaolin in front of him, such a scene, an old monk's eyes flashed memories of the past, and after a long time, the old monk finally sighed.

Finally, he skillfully lifted a farm tool beside him and gently walked towards the farmland not far away.

It can be seen that there are still many monks in this farmland, and there are still many monks working there.

An old monk with an old face, with three or two young monks, was reciting Buddhist scriptures and preaching Buddhist rituals under a tall old tree.

Suddenly, a little monk asked:

"Presiding abbot, my Buddha is already immeasurably powerful, so why do we still have to work!"

The opening of the little monk was like a gap in the fishing net, and a group of little monks kept jumping out one question after another.

"That's right, abbot, since I'm a monk, why do I do farm work!"

"Shouldn't we monks take refuge in the Buddha with all our hearts?"

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Hearing this, the old monk's face was slightly gloomy, and he soon returned to loneliness, bowing his head and shouting a Buddha name.

Amitabha!

The little monk's questions were asked, and he really didn't know how to answer them!

The old monk, looking at the group of Shaolin disciples working in the distance, his eyes were full of memories.

Who would have thought!

It's only been ten years, and Shaolin, which was almost the largest faction in the world back then, has declined.

At this time, even if there are a thousand words, he doesn't know where to start.

Could it be that he just told this group of little monks that it was because one person could not do it.

As soon as he thought of this, that figure appeared in his mind, but it made him shudder.

Just as the old monk was still remembering, a voice came.

"Because your Buddha is not a real Buddha. ”

The sudden sound startled the old monk.

He is also a generation of masters in the martial arts, even if he is distracted, it is by no means easy for ordinary people to get close, the one who comes is a master.

When he heard it clearly, the voice said it, and his heart was even more angry.

"Bold, who dares to insult my Buddha!"

Unexpectedly, the man snorted coldly and said:

"Humph!"

"Bold? huh?"

"But you see clearly who is bold?"

The old monk saw in front of him, and a figure had quietly appeared at some point.

The old monk looked up at this person's appearance, and immediately felt like thunder, and it took a long time before he reacted, hurriedly knelt down, and shouted:

"Shaolin presided over Xuan Lin and met Emperor Huhai. ”

Yes, it was Qin Ming who came.

Qin Ming listened to the words of this old monk, and was immediately stunned, as if he looked ignorant:

"Oh!

"Why did you become the abbot of Shaolin, where did Xuan Ci go? Why didn't you let him come out to see me?"

Hearing this, the old flesh on Xuan Xuan's face trembled, and his expression was complicated but he was desperately suppressing some emotions and said:

"Thank you, Your Majesty cares, Senior Brother has been given death by His Majesty many years ago. ”

Qin Ming's face suddenly realized:

"Oh!

After a long time, Qin Ming spit out two words from his mouth:

"Well deserved!"

Hearing this, Xuan Lone's face changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal, pretending to be casual.

Qin Ming looked at the change in Xuan Ming's eyes, shook his head slightly, and couldn't help but sigh:

"In just over ten years, it has been a matter of fact. Xuan Lone, you have changed, the temper that exploded at a little bit back then has changed a lot!"

"Yes!"

"I'm old. ”

Saying that, the old monk secretly glanced at it again, and Qin Ming, who was still young and had not changed his appearance at all, said with emotion:

"Only Your Majesty, still so young, I just don't know what Your Majesty is doing here!"

Qin Ming, his eyes looked at the depths of Shaolin for a long time, exhaled lightly, and said:

"Wait, now he's here. ”

The next moment, Qin Ming disappeared in place.

Xuan Xiao looked at the direction in which Qin Ming disappeared, and his eyes showed a look of worry.

"Ancestor!"

"You can't be okay!"

As he spoke, he looked at a few little monks who were still ignorant and were frightened and hid to the side and sighed.

I don't know how long it took

Finally, in Xuan Ming's desperate gaze, Qin Ming's figure slowly walked out of the depths of Shaolin.

Looking at Qin Ming's slightly messy hair, Xuan Ming's eyes were sad.

"Ancestor!"

However, Qin Ming was completely unmoved, and unswervingly walked slowly towards the bottom of the mountain, and suddenly Qin Ming's footsteps stopped.

"Shaolin, there's no need to exist anymore, you know. ”

After speaking, he walked down the mountain again, completely ignoring the terrifying gaze of the old monk.

After a long time, the old monk Xuan Lonely came back to his senses from the demon, only to see a few lines of big characters written on the ground in front of him, and the Buddha and the enlightened person also had a crooked road in Shaolin.

I'm a hundred schools of thought in Daqin, don't miss you, and go down the mountain.

Look at the Buddha of Daqin, how it is different from your Buddha.

Seeing this, the old monk of Xuan Lonely looked at the direction of Qin Ming's departure with tears in his eyes, and bowed and said:

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the gift!"

The old monk looked at the mud Buddha statue in a temple with teary eyes, which was a sobbing stream.

It's been nine years, it's been nine years, and it's been nine years since his Buddhism suffered this catastrophe. The splendid hall and the Buddha statue made of pure gold are long gone.

The splendid hall has become an empty and dark dilapidated place, and the Buddha statue made of pure gold has been a clay Buddha statue.

Back then, he raised a group of monks and soldiers to attack Daqin, but he was beaten into the way he is now.

Oh God!

After so many years, under the suppression of the imperial court, Shaolin's life is getting more and more difficult day by day.

Not to mention, where is this old monk crying in a mess.

In the backyard of Shaolin, there is a sentence of dry corpses, and its face is the sweeping monk of the year.

I saw that this person was the sweeping monk with the three-foot air wall and the invincible world back then, but he was lying there lifeless at the moment.

On the other hand, Qin Ming didn't take Shaolin's affairs to heart at all.

At this time, Qin Ming came to a dungeon, and after a long time, Qin Ming shook his head helplessly.

"Turing didn't! Let's get out of here!"

Turing sighed helplessly in Qin Ming's heart.

"Unexpectedly, you have already undertaken the national fortune of Great Qin, and in the name of Hu Hai, you voluntarily carry the national fortune of Great Qin, but you still can't inherit the spiritual charm of your master. ”

"Let's go!"

As soon as he said that, the light flashed, and Qin Ming disappeared in place, and the legend of Qin Ming and Emperor Huhai was still circulating among the heavenly dragons.

The emperor reigned for more than ten years, legislating the system, revising the ritual law, vigorously developing science and technology, and opening up the Age of Discovery.

However, at the peak of glory, he retreated bravely, and left a holy decree to retreat to the mountains and forests, leaving behind the tradition of no emperor in the world.

In the source sea, the light is strange, there are no wonders, and nothing is born.

Thanks to the reason that Qin Ming was killed by the three golden fingers at the beginning, Turing received a lot of functions, and he could protect Qin Ming very strongly, and he could see the wonders in the source sea clearly.

If someone else came and a golden finger came over, maybe Qin Ming would be completely unconscious now.

In a place like Genhai, staying awake is not an easy task.

Qin Ming could clearly feel that a strange power flowed through Qin Ming's body.

However, before Qin Ming could react, this feeling was fleeting, but he could no longer find that feeling.

Before Qin Ming could open his mouth to ask what was going on with Turing, he had already reappeared in the small courtyard of his Qingyang Dynasty.

I saw that everything here was exactly the same as before, unchanged.

Qin Ming stretched out his hand, felt the flow of power in his body, and stretched his waist in satisfaction.

I felt that I had returned to my previous appearance with my hands and feet, but the strength in Qin Ming's body was completely unat all.

Qin Ming looked at his hands and feet suspiciously, and saw that his hands and feet were still the appearance of a teenager, not the appearance of being in the Heavenly Dragon World for more than ten years.

Qin Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, although he didn't know what the crossing mechanism was, but it couldn't be better to be able to restore the appearance of the teenager before the crossing.

In this way, it can save him a lot of trouble.

After all, somewhere would suddenly grow up to be a teenager overnight!

If this is the case, what Qin Ming has to think about now is not where the next world should be traversed, but how to survive now!

After all, this world is not, a martial arts world like Tianlong World!

The history of this world is faintly revealed, and the background of cultivating immortals makes Qin Ming have to be vigilant.

If you really grow up all of a sudden, will you be regarded as a monster, even if your martial arts are higher than these ordinary people, but such an abnormality can't be said to attract thousand-year-old monsters.

Then he's really done.

Qin Ming, looking down at the time of his luck, saw that this skill was running fast in his body, almost several times more than in the Heavenly Dragon World.

However, when Qin Ming began to ask Turing about this, he couldn't get Turing's response for a long time.

It was as if he had completely disappeared from his body.

This unconsciously made Qin Ming worry in his heart.

He is now in such a dangerous situation, and without the guidance of an extraordinary leader like Turing, his eyes are really black!

Thinking of all this, Qin Ming unconsciously put his eyes on his wrist, where the three golden fingers had been, he saw that there was a blank here, and there was no trace at all.

Qin Ming sighed in his heart, these three golden fingers had to say that they had done a deep calamity to himself.

In his previous life, he wanted his life, and now he has become a danger waiting for an opportunity in the dark, and he will kill himself at any time.

Qin Ming thought about it for a long time and finally didn't have a clue, Qin Ming couldn't help but smile, he was still a mortal, at most an ordinary mortal who knew martial arts.

After all, it's just a powerful ant, no, maybe it's not, so why bother with this!

As soon as he thought of this, Qin Ming walked to the kitchen again and began to get busy.

No matter how hard it is, life still has to go on.