Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 340: Our saints

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There are no more or less monks in the world, but after all, there are few who are as well-known as Zen, and there are none as handsome as him.

Lying on the railing, Gu Yuan looked at the big ships that were going away. He had a complicated expression and didn’t know what he was thinking. There are a lot of big ships going to sea these days, and there are many monks on board, and occasionally there are big ships coming. The news of the overturning in the depths of the North Sea, some places in the North Sea are very deep, but there will be hidden reefs. Large ships will encounter unknowingly and will sink. Unless it is a magic weapon that has been refined for a long time, you can not care about those realms on the ship. A monk who is not tall, if the big ship is destroyed, he should not be able to rely on the air to return from the depths of the North Sea, so the ship is destroyed and people are killed.

Zhanzi is a Buddhist monk, and even a young man with the same fame as Gu Yuan. Listening to these news, he always feels a little sad. He knows not to persuade the monks who go to sea to salvage the holy pill, so he can only recite daily Several rebirths.

He was born with cleverness and profound Buddhist teachings. There are no scriptures in the Lingshan Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that he can't understand. It's just that he reads very few reborn scriptures and was a bit jerky at first, but now, that's not the case.

Gu Yuan still looked into the distance, but asked softly: "Knowing that those things are very likely to be found, but they are still carrying the risk of losing their lives at sea to find alchemy. What do they think? "

Zhanzi looked at the sea, folded his hands together and chanted Amitabha in a low voice, and then softly explained: "Most of them are from humble backgrounds. They are not the gatekeepers of academy or Shenxieshan. They didn't get much. Now Given the opportunity, naturally I have to fight for it. The monks in the world naturally want to go farther. As for the monks who came from Shenxie Mountain and Xuegong, they may not be liked by their teachers on weekdays. It’s going to be a bit tormenting. If you really find a sacred pill after going out to sea, you can naturally change the situation. Even in the future, you won’t become the most respected disciple on the mountain, but you won’t get less than before."

"So anyway, they go to sea just for a word of desire."

Speaking of this, Chanzi turned his head to look at Gu Yuan, and said softly: "Everyone has desires, monks who do not move, probably just feel that the temptation of this thing is not big enough, so we are so momentous. "

Gu Yuan is the seed of reading in the Academy, and the most talented person among the younger generation in the Academy. Even if he has not yet clearly fallen to a certain saint, his life in the Academy is very comfortable, and Zhou Xuance is in charge of it. The magical tools in the library had many things better than the holy pill, so she was not interested in the holy pill, it was normal.

The Zenzi is a disciple of Lingshan. Although outsiders don’t know how the inheritance in the Buddha’s soil is carried out, since the Zenzi is a Zenzi, no one can see the holy pill.

Gu Yuan asked suddenly: "It is said that you have a lot of knowledge, what is the holy pill?"

Zhanzi knows a lot about this kind of things, it's true, because Zenzi said that he had read many books, and then Gu Yuan believed it, because the monks didn't talk about it.

Zhanzi thought about the description in a certain ancient book, and explained: "The holy pill is made by a saint with blood and essence. The rest of the materials don’t need much. As long as the saint is willing to give up the blood, the essence of the saint is very precious. As far as the blood of the whole body is concerned, it is only equivalent to a drop in the ocean. This blood is not of much use in normal days, but once the saint is shot, this is the most important thing. The amount of blood can almost indicate the level of the realm. Of course, there are also Exception."

"The essence of the sword immortal is only one drop. In order to distinguish it from the saints of the three religions, this drop of essence is called the true blood of the sword immortal. It is suspended in the spiritual palace. This is quality, not quantity. The sword immortal in the world only has One, there is only one drop of true sword fairy blood in the world."

"The amount and purity of the essence and blood determines the combat power of a saint."

Gu Yuan interrupted him aloud, "Sword Immortal returns to his innocence, leaving only a drop of true blood, so his combat power is the best in the world?"

Zhanzi nodded, he said that he has already answered this question, "But the essence and blood still have a role."

He looked into Gu Yuan’s eyes and said flatly: “The saint is a monk, but the strongest monk, but even a monk is still a human being. Since he is a human, he must die. The saint lives better than anyone in the world. The monks have to grow long, but they will eventually die. If they want to live longer, the last years will remove the burning of the blood and let themselves live longer. What else can be done?"

"It’s just that the less blood, the less you can stand in the ocean, but it’s a far cry from your mature self. In the end, you can only watch yourself grow white hair and wrinkles on your face, and finally Die silently."

This is the so-called old age.

Speaking carefully, it's actually the same as ordinary people.

Gu Yuan is not stupid, she quickly understood how precious the saint's blood is, and she can also imagine how determined the dead saint had made a pot of holy pills.

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

Thinking of this, she raised her head to look at the sky, wondering in her heart that there was never a sacred pill made by a cloud saint in the world.

Soon, Gu Yuan asked another question, "The saints can burn their blood to delay the time of death, but what about the sword fairy?"

Zhanzi has read a lot of books. Hearing this question, he naturally remembered those descriptions in the book. He shook his head, "Jianxian never thought about it."

When he met the evil spirits, he used his sword to slash the evil spirits, and died at the end of his life.

Jianxian did this way, and naturally didn't want this matter.

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

I don’t know if he might become a sword fairy.

This thought was born, and was interrupted by Zenzi. He still gently said: "The blood of the great demon is also different from the saints of the three religions, but it is always inseparable from its sect. There is nothing too strange. Stuff."

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

The old monk’s name Du Neng sounded a little strange, but his status was very high in Lingshan. He was the abbot’s apprentice and his realm was extremely high, and the Buddha Dharma was even more profound. If he weren’t for a Zen, he would go out this time Will not let him personally escort.

After the old monk walked over, he bowed to Gu Yuan, and then said straightforwardly: "Guanlou, something happened to Beihai."

Because of Lin Hongzhu, there was an incident in Beihai, and most of those sacred pills are still on the bottom of the sea. That was originally the biggest incident. This time there was another incident, and the incident was not small.

A ship sank in the depths of the North Sea. This was not a major event at first. These days, there have been several occurrences in the North Sea, which is harmless.

But the ship that sank this time was from Yuwu Mountain.

Since it belongs to Yuwu Mountain, this ship is naturally not an ordinary big ship, but a magic weapon.

The artifact will not sink when it touches a reef.

Old monk Du Neng worries: "A boat in the distance saw what happened. After they returned to the coast, they told the truth. There are scorpions in the North Sea, and that boat was used by a scorpion fish. The tail sinks."

Zhanzi remembered the descriptions in the ancient books, thinking that since he was born in the Spring and Autumn Period, and in Beihai, a boat of monks, naturally there is no reason to survive.

Just a moment later, I remembered these days again. There have been monks salvaging the holy pill. Why have I only encountered things that hurt people now?

Zhanzi felt a little strange, so she frowned.

Although the old monk Du Neng was not his master, he grew up watching Zenzi. How did he not understand Zenzi's thoughts? Seeing Zenzi like this, he whispered the Buddha's name.

In the distance, there was a monk from Yuwu Mountain standing in the distance. He was planning to come over, but he stopped when he saw Chanzi doing this.

Although the Beihai Sacred Pill is not owned by anyone, in fact, in these days, Shenxieshan and Xuegong have sent monks, and some academies and Taoist temples have also come.

If this incident happened today, it is natural for them to discuss again whether or not to go to sea again to salvage.

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

Although the realm of Duneng is the most advanced, it seems that Chanzi is the principal.