The palace under the sunset looks extremely extraordinary, of course, this is the last resting place of the saint after all, and it is naturally extraordinary.

Zenzi walked on the jade stone staircase, each step extremely slow, as if on a pilgrimage.

Everyone knows that Zen Zi is the most outstanding young disciple in the Buddha land, and he is a monk who has listened to the teachings of those two Buddhist saints, and his mind is naturally extremely tenacious, and he will never be unstable because of such a thing.

Although the sage of Yanhe is rumored to have learned the three religions, when it comes to Buddhism, it should still not be as subtle as the two Buddhist sages.

Zen walked slowly, just as a sign of respect.

The saints in the world are not necessarily true saints, but this one, since he has never sat on the clouds, is worthy of admiration.

Walking on the jade ladder, Gu Yuan said: "This saint is known as the Three Sects of Learning, and when I left the Academy, the master specially instructed me to remember to bow if I saw the coffin of this saint. ”

That Xue Gong Sect Master is the number one person in Confucianism under the clouds, but it is impossible to know everything, Yanhe Sage learned the three sects, Gu Yuan and Zen Zi only knew about it after entering the Foggy Mountain, that Sect Leader, there is no reason to know before.

But in the previous years, the three religions have been researching the identity of this saint, even if I don't know whether he has studied the three religions, but from the process of research, you can get information, Confucianism got the message that this saint is a great Confucian, and the Taoist is that he is a Taoist priest with profound Taoism, so from the perspective of Buddhist people, that is, the Yanhe saint is a great monk.

This is an exaggeration, but it is not an exaggeration.

Zen Zi thought about the master of the school palace, nodded, and then said, "This saint is still very powerful. ”

After saying this, Zen Zi wanted to say more, but it seemed that he couldn't say anything anymore.

Gu Yuan didn't know what he remembered, he ran forward a few steps, and actually walked in front of Zenzi, Zenzi just wanted to speak, but he saw Gu Yuan under the sunset, and smiled unconsciously.

Zenzi was born extremely beautiful, if he hadn't become a monk, whether he walked in the land of Buddha or walked in the mountains and rivers, he would definitely attract the attention of many women.

In the words of a certain demon cultivator, there will be many people who want to give Zen a monkey.

Gu Yuan saw his smile, and then asked puzzledly, "How did you become a monk?"

When I saw Zenzi for the first time in Beihai, Gu Yuan said a word, and she said that it was a pity that she was a monk.

Now I finally asked this sentence.

Zenzi smiled, took a few steps forward, crossed Gu Yuan, came to the palace, and said calmly: "The world is too noisy, I prefer quiet, that's all." ”

With that, Zen pushed open the door of the palace.

I don't know what the door of the main hall is made of, it looks like wood, but it is so heavy that others can't push it at all, and only monks can do it.

As the door was slowly pushed open by Zen.

I don't know what the arrangement is inside, and the originally dim scene gradually brightens.

The top of the two sides of the main hall is inlaid with countless night pearls.

It is enough to illuminate this hall as bright as day.

There is no difference between this palace and the royal palace of the dynasty in the world, the only difference is that the place where the dragon chair should have been placed has no dragon chair, only a painting.

There was a man on it.

It's just a middle-aged man sitting with his eyes closed.

He was dressed in a moon-white shirt, with long hair draped casually over his shoulders, two hands on his knees, sitting cross-legged on a rock, and some mountain peaks hidden in the clouds in the distance behind him.

It looks very ordinary, just like ordinary monks, there is nothing special.

Zenzi looked at him and said, "I think he is the Yanhe Sage." ”

Gu Yuan didn't know why, but he kept pulling Zenzi's sleeve tightly, a little inexplicably nervous.

Zenzi took a few steps forward, and a gust of wind suddenly rose in the main hall.

The main hall was very empty, and there was a gust of wind, and the sound of the wind was whirring in the main hall.

The portrait was blown away by the wind, and then a single word was revealed: Kneel!

Only then did Zen notice that there was a futon in front of the portrait.

This is supposed to be left for future generations to kneel.

Zenzi respected this saint, but he didn't want to kneel, Gu Yuan got the instruction of Su Ye, and he just bowed.

No one thought of kneeling down to the saint.

So Zen is unmoved.

Gu Yuan just tugged at his sleeve and looked at the portrait.

After the gust of wind had risen, perhaps it had been too long since I felt anyone kneeling on the futon, the portrait swayed in the wind, fell off the wall, and wandered around the hall.

Zen Zi clasped his hands together, and he didn't know when a Buddha light had been born, wrapping him and Gu Yuan, he took a step forward, and a lotus flower was born from his chest, and it broke through the air in an instant.

It landed on the wall of the previous painting.

Bang.

The wall was blasted out of the wall by a lotus flower.

Zenzi looked at the exposed passageway, a little distracted.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see that there was a coffin lying horizontally inside.

Ordinary people can only call coffins.

Only the coffins of the emperors can be called coffins.

There is a large coffin on the outside and a small coffin on the inside.

Zenzi didn't know what the coffin was made of.

But it looks like an ordinary Nanmu.

Since the Yanhe Sage left a relic and asked outsiders to inherit it, it was not disrespectful to him to see the coffin.

Zenzi walked forward with Gu Yuan.

Passing through that wall, he naturally came to the coffin, and Zen Zi was tall enough to see the small lines on the coffin.

There are a lot of small words, probably talking about his life, if you let Li Fuyao look at it, even if those small words are a little different from what a chicken and a dog at the bottom of the valley said, it is probably still that story.

Zenzi read these carefully, and then sighed a little.

It's a little emotional about the experience of this saint.

He had been dead for so many years, and Zenzi naturally couldn't have any resentment about what he had done.

After reading this, Zenko looked around.

It's a very small secret room.

There was nothing else but the coffin.

Zenzi suddenly said, "If we are lucky to be the first to get here, then why are others so slow?"

Gu Yuan had been very careful before, his heartstrings were very tight, and he had never thought about it, but now when he heard Zenzi's words almost talking to himself, he also sensed the problem.

It's a test, but it's not that hard.

If they are not difficult, the others should not be difficult either, but why are there only two of them?

Zenko took a few steps back, looking a little nervous.

Gu Yuan asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Zenko said, "I don't think it's good. ”

Yes, not so good.

Although Zenzi is not a woman like Ye Shengge, she can't say that her Taoist heart is pure, but she is also an extremely pure person.

He could feel something different.

Zenko said, "Let's go." ”

It turned out that just because I didn't think it was good, Zen asked for it

Thinking about leaving here, then in this way, there is no need for any saint inheritance, no relics of Yanhe saint.

It's obviously a stone's throw away.

There was nothing else here, just reach out and push the coffin open to know the truth.

But Zenzi chose to give up.

Gu Yuan has always believed in Zenzi, so when Zenzi said this, he nodded directly without the slightest hesitation.

Now the situation has changed.

It's not what the saints agreed to before.

Zenko gave birth to a lotus flower on his fingertips and began to walk backwards.

When I returned to the main hall, the door suddenly closed.

Zenzi didn't hesitate for the slightest, and the lotus flower in his hand blasted towards the door.

And the Buddha light in the sky is very solemn.

Zenzi turned out to be a direct shot with all his might.

This young genius, who is half a generation older than Ye Shengge, may not be as good as the Dao in terms of combat power, but it will definitely not be much worse.

That lotus flower is Zen's killer move.

After leaving between her fingers, the lotus flower fell on the door.

There is no sound, but it is visible to the naked eye.

It's as if a flower has fallen into the water.

There were ripples, but other than that, nothing else.

Zen snorted and took a few steps back.

A mouthful of blood ran down his lips.

Gu Yuan looked at Zenzi like this and was worried.

She whispered, "Are you alright?"

Zenko is vomiting blood, which is nothing to look at.

Zenzi smiled, without any hesitation, took out a golden pill from his arms and swallowed it.

This is the elixir on the Spirit Mountain, which is very useful for healing injuries, because it is too precious, in fact, there are not many in the entire Spirit Mountain.

Zen has it, but not much.

A spirit pill went down, Zen Zi was much better, he turned around, blocked Gu Yuan behind him, and said calmly: "If you want to die today, I hope I will die first." ”

Saying this, a lotus flower was born between his fingers again, and Gu Yuan was protected behind the lotus.

The coffin in front of it suddenly fell into the main hall.

The painting also fell on the coffin.

It's peaceful.

Gu Yuan could even hear Zen's heartbeat.

Zenko took her hand and whispered, "Don't be afraid. ”

Just as the words fell.

There was movement in the coffin.

Shake it.

Then there was a piercing sound, slowly born.

If I heard me wrong, the coffin was pushed open.

The painting moved forward a bit, too.

The next scene made Gu Yuan almost scream.

Because a hand stretched out from the coffin.

That hand was very thin.

It looks like skin wrapped in bones.

This should be the hand of an old man, and this old man should be terminally ill and dying.

Otherwise, where would there be such a hand.

Zenko didn't know if this hand was the saint.

But I saw that the hand held the scroll, and then slowly took the scroll back to the coffin.

Then there was a slight sound.

It's like someone getting dressed.

The lotus light between Zen's fingers was great, and Zen was also nervous.

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like a moment.

The moment seemed like a thousand years.

A sigh rang out in the hall.

It's a lot of vicissitudes, as if passing through the torrent of time to the opposite side of Zen.

"Alas......"

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