Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 508: Is it you or me through the torrent of time?

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The palace under the sunset glow looks extremely extraordinary. Of course, this is the last habitation of the saint after all, so it is naturally extraordinary.

Zhanzi walks on the stone ladder paved with jade, every step is extremely slow, like a pilgrimage.

Everyone knows that Zen is the most outstanding young disciple in Buddhism. He is a monk who has heard the two Buddhist saints preaching. He is naturally extremely tenacious and will never become unstable because of such things.

Although the sages of Yanhe are rumored to learn the three religions, they should still be less sophisticated than the two Buddhist sages when it comes to Buddhism.

Zhanzi walked slowly, just as a show of respect.

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

Walking on the jade ladder, Gu Yuan said: "This saint is known as the three masters. The head teacher specially asked me when I left the academy. If you have seen this saint’s coffin, remember to Bow."

The master of the Academy is the number one Confucianist under the clouds, but it’s impossible to know everything. The saints of Yanhe studied the Three Religions. Gu Yuan and Chanzi were both after entering Wushan. I just found out, that head teacher, there is no reason to know before.

But in the previous years, the three religions have been verifying the identity of this saint. Even if he does not know whether he has studied the three religions, he can get information from the process of research. The information obtained by Confucianism is this. A sage is a great Confucian, and Dao Men said that he is a Taoist with profound Taoism. From the perspective of Buddhists, it is that the Sage of Yanhe is an eminent monk and great virtue.

Although this is a bit exaggerated, it is not really exaggerated.

Zhanzi nodded thinking of the head teacher of the Academy, and then said: "This saint is still very powerful."

After saying this, Chanzi wanted to say more, but he seemed to be unable to say anything.

Gu Yuan didn't know what he was thinking of, so he ran a few steps forward and walked in front of Chanzi. As soon as Chanzi wanted to speak, he saw Gu Yuan under the sunset glow and smiled unconsciously.

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

In the words of a certain demon, there will be many people who want to give birth to monkeys for Zen children.

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

When I first met Chanzi in Beihai that year, Gu Yuan said a word. At that time, she said it was a pity that she was a monk.

Now I finally asked this sentence.

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

Speaking these words, Zen Zi pushed open the door of the palace.

I don't know what it is made of. The door of the main hall looks like wood, but it is so heavy that no one can push it at all, so it is only possible for monks.

As the door was slowly pushed open by Zenzi.

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

There are countless night pearls inlaid on the top of both sides of the main hall.

Enough to illuminate this hall as bright as day.

There is no difference between this palace and the dynasty palaces in the world. The only difference is that the place where the dragon chair should be placed, there is no dragon chair, only a painting.

There is a person on that picture.

It's a middle-aged man sitting cross-eyed with eyes closed.

He is wearing a moon-white shirt, with long hair casually draped over his shoulders, with both hands on his knees, sitting cross-legged on a rock, behind him there are some mountains hidden in the clouds.

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

Zhanzi looked at him and said, "I think he is the sage of Yanhe."

Gu Yuan didn't know why, but just kept pulling Zenzi's sleeves tightly, feeling a little nervous.

Chanzi took a few steps forward, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up in the hall.

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

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

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

This is left to the knees of future generations.

Zhanzi respected the saint, but didn't want to kneel down. Gu Yuan only bowed when he was instructed by the master Su Ye.

No one thought about kneeling down for the saint.

So Chanzi is unmoved.

Gu Yuan just pulled his sleeves and looked at the portrait.

After the gust of wind, it may have been too long since I felt someone kneeling on the futon. The portrait swayed with the wind, and it fell off the wall and wandered around the hall.

Zhanzi clasped his hands together. I don't know when a buddha light has been born to wrap him and Gu Yuan. He took a step forward, and a lotus flower emerged from his chest, which instantly broke through the air.

It fell on the wall of the previous painting.

There was a bang.

The wall was blasted with a big hole by the lotus.

Zhanzi looked at the exposed passage, a little lost.

With his eyesight, he can naturally see that there is a coffin lying horizontally in it.

Ordinary people can only be called coffins.

Only the coffins of emperors can be called coffins.

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

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

But it looks like ordinary Nanmu.

Since the saint of Yanhe left behind and wants outsiders to inherit, then seeing the coffin is not disrespectful to him.

Zhanzi walked forward with Gu Yuan.

Passing through that wall, you naturally came to the front of the coffin. Zen was born high enough to see the small characters on the coffin clearly.

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

Chanzi read these carefully, and then felt a little bit emotional.

I feel a bit emotional about the experience of this saint.

He has been dead for so many years. Naturally, Zenzi can't have any angry opinions about the things he has done.

After reading these, Zenzi looked around.

This is a small secret room.

Except for this coffin, there is nothing else.

Zhanzi suddenly said: "If we are lucky and can be the first to walk here, then why are others so slow?"

Gu Yuan had always been very careful before, and his heartstrings collapsed very tightly. He had never thought about this, but now that he heard the words of Chanzi almost talking to himself, he also noticed the problem.

This is a test, why is it not difficult.

If they are not difficult, other people should not be difficult, but why are they only two.

Zhanzi stepped back a few steps, her expression a little nervous.

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

Zhanzi said: "I don't think it's so good."

Yes, not so good.

Although Zen Zi is not a woman like Ye Shengge, she is not pure Taoist, but she is also an extremely pure person.

He can feel something different.

Zhanzi said: "Let's go."

It’s just because I don’t think it’s good, Chanzi wants it

Thinking of leaving here, then, in this way, all the saints' relics and the relics of the saints are gone.

Obviously it's very close.

There is nothing else here, as long as you reach out and push the coffin aside, you will know the truth.

But Zenzi chose to give up.

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

The current situation has changed.

It's not what the saints agreed upon before.

Zhanzi gave birth to a lotus flower at his fingertips and began to walk back.

Back to the main hall, the door suddenly closed.

Zhanzi didn't hesitate, the lotus in his hand bombarded the door.

Furthermore, the Buddha's light filled the sky, which seemed very solemn.

Zhanzi turned out to shoot with all his strength.

This young genius, who is half a generation older than Ye Shengge, might be inferior to Dao, but it will definitely not be worse.

The lotus flower is Zenzi's ultimate move.

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

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

As if a flower fell into the water.

There was a ripple, but other than that, there was nothing else.

Zhanzi snorted and backed away a few steps.

A bit of blood ran from his lips.

Gu Yuan looked at Zenzi like this, worried.

She asked in a low voice: "Are you okay?"

Zhanzi is vomiting blood, which is not all right at all.

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

This is the spirit pill on Lingshan, it is very useful for healing injuries, because it is too precious, in fact, there is not much in the whole Lingshan.

Zhanzi has, but not many.

With a spiritual pill, Chanzi is much better. He turned around, blocking Gu Yuan behind him, and calmly said: "If I am going to die today, I hope I will die first."

Speaking of this, a lotus flower was born between his fingers again, protecting Gu Yuan behind the lotus.

The coffin in front suddenly fell into the hall.

The painting also fell on the coffin.

It's very peaceful.

Gu Yuan could even hear Zenzi's heartbeat.

Zhanzi held her hand and whispered: "Don't be afraid."

Just when the voice fell.

There was movement in the coffin.

Shake it.

Then a harsh sound came out slowly.

If I heard you correctly, the coffin was pushed aside.

The picture has also moved forward.

In the next scene, Gu Yuan almost screamed.

Because a hand stretched out from the coffin.

That hand is very thin.

It looks like skin and bones.

This should be the hand of an old man, and this old man should be dying, and he will be dead.

Otherwise, there would be such a hand.

Zhanzi didn't know if this hand belonged to the saint.

But seeing that hand was holding the scroll, he slowly took the scroll back into the coffin.

Then there was a slight sound.

It's like someone dresses.

The lotus light between Zenzi's fingers is masterpiece, and Zenzi is very nervous even thinking about it.

It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that a moment has passed.

A moment is like a thousand years.

A sigh sounded in the hall.

It is very vicissitudes of life, as if passing through the torrent of time to the opposite side of Chanzi.

"Ugh..."