Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 509: Zhanzi can’t find it

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When that voice came out.

Even Chanzi had an illusion for a while, and he suddenly felt that the saint should be alive.

This idea is very absurd. No one in this world can live forever. Even saints cannot live forever in this world, but they are afraid of death, so they have practice. That’s why some people want to leave this world crazily. , Leaving this world, whether it is death or going to a new world, is a difficult thing.

But compared to going to a new world, death is much simpler.

Everyone is going to die.

According to the words said by the saint himself on the coffin, this saint lived at least three thousand years ago. A saint was probably able to live more than 1,400 years, so anyway, the saint of the river All should be dead.

But after hearing this voice, Chanzi couldn't help but gave birth to the thought that the saint was still alive.

Clearing his thoughts, Zenzi looked at the front seriously, thinking that no matter what he thinks, he will see the truth later anyway.

If the saint is really alive, it will shock the world no matter what.

Because no one has lived this long.

Perhaps there are, but it has not been documented.

……

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With the sound of that voice, the hand reappeared in Zenzi's sight, but this time, the hand was covered with clothes.

That's moon white sleeves.

The hand is still skinny, but it doesn't look so scary anymore.

After a while, another hand stretched out.

With two hands, hold each side of the coffin.

According to Zenzi's eyesight, he can naturally see that the two hands are exerting a little force, and it seems that someone wants to sit up from the coffin.

Zhanzi looked at this scene silently, without any thoughts.

Gu Yuan has hidden his head behind Chanzi.

After waiting for a long time, there was a pale-haired head that looked lifeless like a ruined weed.

There are facial features on that head, but it's definitely not good-looking.

No other adjectives can even describe that face.

Only one word can accurately tell the state of that face.

That is old.

Yes, if this is really a saint, it really is that saint.

That is the sage of Yanhe three thousand years ago.

He lived for three thousand years, that is,

If he is really alive, then he must be very old, to the point of being old.

No one is older than him.

Old age means weakness.

For the common people of the world, if they find that one day they are too old to move, some people will probably hate them because they are old and can no longer do anything.

Of course, this idea must be wrong.

But it cannot be denied that when a person is old enough, it will be really useless.

But what if that person is a saint?

What happens when he gets old enough?

Zhanzi didn't know, so he didn't do anything, just quietly watched the old man sitting in the coffin, and then looked at him.

The old man's face can't even see the flesh, there is only a layer of skin, and naturally, there is no change in expression.

He just glanced at Chanzi, and said with emotion: "So I still survived, and I still waited for you."

When he said this, it might be because he hadn't spoken for too long, so he seemed very jerky.

The sound is as bad as a ghost.

Zhanzi looked at him and suddenly asked: "Is it you?"

There is no need to ask anything, two words are enough.

The old man turned his head and looked at Zenzi, with some approval in his eyes, "Zhanzi, the aptitude is good, the one behind you is the seed of reading, not bad, you are all here, where is the Taoism?"

All monks in the world know that only the disciples with the highest Confucian qualifications can be said to be the seeds of reading. This is a kind of constitution, and the Zen sons of Buddhism and Taoism are the most talented qualifications.

Zhanzi didn't speak.

The old man said: "If you want to come, you should know that my name is Yanhe. I have been in Lingshan, and Xunhui is my name."

Listening to the words Xunhui, Chanzi remembered the story recorded in the Lingshan Buddhist scriptures, and then realized that the saint Yanhe had been to Lingshan and had stayed there for so long.

And this Xunhui happened to be the master of the line of Master Zen. If it were to be counted, Zenzi should be regarded as his junior.

But Chanzi is not concerned about this, he is thinking of something else.

Since the Sage of Yanhe is still alive, all relics and inheritance are obviously fake.

What Zen Zi cares about is what he wants to do.

Sage Yanhe looked at Zenzi with some light in his eyes, "I'm not dead yet, but I'm about to die."

Zhanzi could see his state and knew that this sentence was true.

"But I don't

Want to die. "

Sage Yanhe said: "No one wants to die, but I especially don't want to."

"A long time ago, I was about to die, but then I was the same as I am now. I didn’t want to die, I didn’t want to die, and there was no other way. I couldn’t live without this world, so I could only Staying in this world, so I tried a lot."

If Li Fuyao stood here and heard these words, he would definitely resonate. He knew a lot more than Chanzi and Gu Yuan.

But it's not him who is standing here now.

Although Zenzi is also very smart and knows a lot, he doesn't know things he didn't know.

So he listened quietly.

Actually maybe he is recovering from his injuries,

"I first tried putting human souls on other things, such as fierce beasts, chickens and dogs. That would really make me live a little longer, but after all, I became such things as chickens and dogs. I went to The sea is so difficult, how can this be done."

"So I thought of another way."

"I have been to Buddhism, I have been to a school, and I also know Taoism. I know that the seeds of Zen reading and Taoism represent the three most suitable aptitudes for practice."

"What if you train these three types of people into a pot of pill?"

Sage Yanhe said: "I have studied the Three Religions, and I am proficient in the techniques of the Three Religions. Any incompatibility is not a problem for me."

"I was dying at that time, so I tried it."

Zhanzi said: "Did you succeed?"

Sage Yanhe shook his head, "It's only half done."

Zhanzi was a little puzzled. If he didn't succeed, how did this saint live until now?

Sage Yanhe said in memory: "In the last two hundred years of my life, I first caught a seed of reading and kept him closed for a long time, but in the past few decades, Taoism and Buddhism have not come out of Taoism and Zen. , Then I can only make him a pill first."

"Not long after I ate him, I found another Taoism."

Sage Yanhe said: "Of course, I was trained to become a pill."

"But I have not waited for a Zen son until I waited for two hundred years."

Zenzi is silent. These three types of people are not cabbages on the street. Almost all of them have only been born in hundreds of years, and sometimes they have never been born in thousands of years. The last Zen son in Buddhism , It has been almost five thousand years ago.

This sage of Yanhe is thinking about waiting for the appearance of Zenzi, naturally he can't wait.

So, this is only half of the success.