There are no more monks in the world, no more, no less, but after all, there are very few who are as famous as Zen, and there are no who are as handsome as him.

Lying on the railing, Gu Yuan looked at the big ships that were gradually moving away, his expression was complicated, he didn't know what he was thinking, there are many big ships going to sea these days, and there are many monks on board, and there are occasional news that the big ships capsized in the depths of the North Sea, some places in the North Sea are very deep, but there will also be reefs, and the big ships will sink unknowingly, unless they are magic weapons that have already been refined, they can not care, those monks on the ship who are not high in the realm, if the big ship is destroyed, they should not be able to rely on the gas engine to return from the depths of the North Sea, so the ship is destroyed and people die。

Zenzi is a Buddhist monk, and he is a young man with the same name as Gu Yuan, listening to these news, he will always be a little sad, he knows that he can't persuade those monks who go to sea to salvage the holy pill, so he can only recite the Sutra of Death several times a day.

He was born smart, the Dharma is profound, and there are no scriptures in the Lingshan Zangjing Pavilion that he won't understand, but there are very few scriptures in the past life, and he was a little jerky at the beginning, but now, it's not like that.

Gu Yuan still looked into the distance, and just asked softly: "Knowing that it is very likely that they will not be able to find those things, they still take the risk of losing their lives at sea to find Dan, what do they think?"

Zenzi looked at the sea, folded his hands and whispered a sentence of Amitabha, and then explained softly: " Most of them are from humble backgrounds, not the disciples of the School Palace or Shen Xie Mountain, they don't get much in the first place, and now they have the opportunity, they naturally want to fight for it, the monks in the world naturally want to go further, as for those monks who were born in Shen Xie Mountain and the School Palace, maybe they are not loved by the teacher on weekdays, and they have a bit of a hard time, after going to sea, if they can really find a holy pill, they will naturally be able to change the situation, even if they will not become the most important disciples on the mountain in the future, but they will not get less than before. ”

"So no matter what, they go to sea just for a desire. ”

Speaking of this, Zen Zi turned his head to look at Gu Yuan, and said softly: "Everyone has desires, and the monks who don't move probably just feel that the temptation of this thing is not big enough, so they carve us like this." ”

Gu Yuan is the reading seed of the school palace, and he is the most talented person among the younger generation in the school palace, even if he has not yet clearly fallen into the line of a certain saint, his life in the school palace is very comfortable, and the magic weapons in the library cabinet in charge of Zhou Xuance have many things that are better than the Holy Dan, so she has no interest in the Holy Dan, which is normal.

And Zen Zi is a disciple of Lingshan, although outsiders don't know how the inheritance in the Buddha land is carried out, but since Zen Zi is a Zen child, where can he look at Shengdan.

Gu Yuan suddenly asked, "It is said that you have seen a lot, what is the Holy Dan?"

Zenzi has seen a lot of this kind of thing, and it is true, because Zenzi said that he had read many books, and then Gu Yuan believed it, because the monks did not speak.

Zen Zi thought about the description in an ancient book and explained: "The holy pill is made by the saint with the essence of blood, and the rest of the materials do not need much, as long as the saint gives up the essence blood, the essence blood of the saint is very valuable, and the blood of the whole body is only equivalent to a drop in the ocean." These essence blood are not of great use on weekdays, but once the saint makes a move, this is the most important thing, and the amount of essence blood can almost indicate the level of the realm, of course, there are exceptions. ”

"The essence blood of the sword immortal is only one drop, in order to distinguish it from the saints of the three sects, this drop of essence blood is called the true blood of the sword immortal, hanging in the spirit mansion, this is the quality, not the quantity, there is only one sword immortal in the world, and there is only one drop of the true blood of the sword immortal in the world. ”

"The amount of essence blood and the degree of essence and purity determine the combat power of a saint. ”

Gu Yuan interrupted him loudly, "The Sword Immortal returned to its true nature, leaving only a drop of true blood, so its combat power is unparalleled in the world?"

Zenzi nodded, and he could be considered to have answered the question, "But the essence blood has another role." ”

He looked at Gu Yuan's eyes and said flatly: "The saint is a monk, but he is the strongest monk, but even if he is a monk, he is still a human being, since he is a human being, he will die, the saint will live longer than any monk in the world, but he will die after all, if he wants to live longer, what else can he do in the last years to burn these essence and blood and let himself live longer?"

"It's just that the less essence and blood, although I can still stand in the sea, but compared to myself in the prime of life, it is far from it. In the end, he could only watch himself grow gray hair, wrinkles on his face, and finally die silently. ”

This is known as old age and frailty.

Carefully speaking, it is actually the same as ordinary people.

Gu Yuan was not stupid, she quickly understood how precious the saint's essence blood was, and she could also imagine how determined the saint who had died was to refine a furnace of saint pills back then.

Facing life and death calmly can be called a true saint.

Thinking of this, she looked up at the sky, thinking in her heart that it was no wonder that there had never been a holy pill refined by a cloud saint in the world.

Soon, Gu Yuan asked another question, "Saints can burn essence blood to delay the time of death, but what about Sword Immortals?"

Zenzi had read a lot of books, and when he heard this question, he naturally remembered the descriptions in the book, and he shook his head, "Sword Immortal never thought about this. ”

When he met a demon, he took out his sword to kill the demon, and when his life was up, he died.

The sword immortal did this, so he naturally didn't want to do it.

Gu Yuan suddenly remembered Li Fuyao, the only swordsman she knew was Li Fuyao.

I don't know if he can become a sword immortal.

This thought was only born, and he was interrupted by Zen Zi, who still said gently: "The essence blood of the great demon is also different from that of the saints of the three sects, but it is not too strange. ”

Zenzi was still thinking about saying something, but when he looked at the old monk walking in the distance, he closed his mouth.

The old monk's name is Duneng, it sounds a little strange, but his identity is very high in Lingshan, he is the junior brother of the abbot, the realm is extremely high, and the Dharma is even more profound, if it weren't for him as a Zen son, he wouldn't let him personally escort him when he went out.

After the old monk came over, he saluted Gu Yuan, and then said straight to the point: "Guanlou, something happened in Beihai." ”

Because of Lin Hongzhu, there was an incident in Beihai once, and most of those Saint Dans are still under the sea, which was originally the biggest thing, and this time it happened again, and it was not small.

There was a sinking ship in the depths of the North Sea, which was not a big deal in the first place, and these days, it happened several times in the North Sea, and it didn't hurt.

But one of the ships that sank this time was from Yuwu Mountain.

Since it is from the Rainy Fog Mountain, this ship is naturally not an ordinary big ship, but a magic weapon.

Artifacts don't sink when they touch a reef.

The old monk Duneng worried: "A boat in the distance saw what had happened clearly, and after they returned to the shore, they told the truth, there was a kun in the North Sea, and the ship was sunk by a kun with a fishtail. ”

Zenzi thought of the depictions in the ancient books, and thought that since he was born in the spring and autumn, and in the Beihai, a boatload of monks, naturally there was no reason to survive.

It's just that after a while, I remembered that there have been monks salvaging the Holy Pill, why did I only encounter something hurting people now?

Zenko felt something strange, so she frowned.

Although the old monk Duneng is not his master, he also grew up watching Zenzi, how not to understand Zenzi's thoughts, looking at Zenzi like this, he shouted a Buddha horn.

In the distance, there was a monk from Yuwu Mountain standing in the distance, who was about to come over, but when he saw Zen like this, he stopped.

Although Beihai Shengdan is not clearly owned by anyone, in fact, these days, Shen Xieshan and the Xue Palace have sent monks, and some academies and Taoist temples have also come to visit.

When this happened today, it was natural for them to discuss again whether to go to sea again to salvage.

It's just that since there are people in Buddhism here, they naturally want to ask for opinions.

Although the realm of Duneng is the most subtle, it seems that Zen is the one in charge.