"call……"

The glass fire went out with the wind, and the old monk disappeared from sight.

There is only a small pile of irregular colorful crystal particles on the ground.

"Amitabha……"

The old monk Kongji led a group of young bald heads to bow down to the colorful particles, and then slowly said: "Follow me, we will welcome Master Uncle Zhanguo's bone relic into the stupa."

"yes!"

A group of little bald heads were sobbing and getting up from the ground.

Monk Chunzhen wiped away his tears and ran into the temple. Not long after, he was holding an ancient treasure letter, kneeling beside Kong Ji, counting the colorful relics one by one, and putting them into the treasure letter.

"Abbott, he..."

After finishing, a young monk pointed at Chen Yi, who was still standing dumbfounded.

The old monk Kongji glanced at him and said, "This is the disciple whom I accepted for your master. From today on, he is your master uncle."

"ah?"

"Ah what? Okay, Chun Zhen, your junior master uncle has just received a hundred years of skill from your grand master uncle Zhan Guo. You wait aside and don't disturb him."

"Ah? Oh..."

Monk Chunzhen was very reluctant.

I was reluctant to call someone younger than myself my uncle, and I was even more reluctant to miss the last trip to see Zhan Guo as my uncle.

However, he could only give in under the threatening gaze of the old monk Kong Ji.

After muttering as he watched the abbot and his junior disciples beat the relics and enter the temple, Chunzhen wiped away the tears on his face and looked back at the newly emerged junior junior uncle.

"Is the abbot confused? Just accept disciples. Why do you have to accept them on behalf of the master? He just looks better, but he doesn't even have eyebrows..."

Fortunately, Chen Yi is in a special condition right now, otherwise he might have been photographed.

The finger of the old monk Zhanguo actually passed on his extremely pure skills to him.

I have seen this kind of treatment for the protagonist a lot before, but I never thought that I would personally experience such treatment.

To be honest, this feeling is really not a good one.

This is a double burden both physically and mentally.

Being favored by others is a psychological burden for him.

Forced infusion of skills is not so easy to accept.

If your body is slightly weaker, you will be crushed to death before you become a master.

If it weren't for the miraculous methods of the old monk Zhan Guo and the extremely pure inner strength he cultivated, this kind of thing would be impossible.

The old monk probably saw how physically powerful he was, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to do this.

Even so, the old monk's pure inner strength of more than a hundred years was as majestic as the sea, and the meridians and acupuncture points all over his body were swollen to the point of bursting.

Chen Yi could only try his best to guide and integrate the turbulent and majestic internal force.

Even when he was concentrating on it, he didn't notice that some changes were taking place in the space of the island.

When he absorbed all the internal energy poured into him by the old monk into the sea of ​​qi, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that the sky was already dark.

The internal strength that old monk Zhan Guo has cultivated for more than a hundred years is definitely more than this.

It's just that after all, it's not the result of hard work, so it's not easy to keep half of it.

With some sadness, he recovered his mind and found Monk Chunzhen taking a nap on the stone steps of the temple gate.

After waking him up, he was told that the senior monk was leading the little bald man to recite sutras for the old monk Zhan Guo.

Sighing, he lifted Monk Chunzhen into his hand and stepped into the temple.

In a short time, everyone in the tower forest was found.

Kongji was sitting cross-legged with the little bald heads in front of a stupa.

Sensing his arrival, the old monk Kongji just opened his eyes and nodded to him, then closed his eyes again.

Chen Yi walked quietly to the stupa, faced the old monk's colorful relics, bowed and bowed willingly, and then sat down cross-legged.

Recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra orally.

The mysteries of the true scripture and the golden light emitted by the magical power Cihang made the old monk Kongji and others look at him with suspicion.

Chen Yi recited the scriptures, but he became more and more confused.

He didn't see the old monk.

Is it possible that he really passed away and was reborn in the Pure Land?

"A group of little monkeys... don't sleep at night... why are they making such noise here? I don't know, old monk, I'm old, can't I sleep well?"

The other remaining great monk in the temple, old monk Zhan Yin, suddenly appeared tremblingly, muttering complaints.

"Uncle Master, I am waiting to recite the scriptures of the past life for Uncle Zhanguo..."

Kong Ji stood up quickly, and was interrupted by the old monk Zhan Yin when he was halfway through his words: "What are you reciting? He's already dead...can you still recite him alive?"

"Uncle Master..."

The old monk trembled and cursed: "What? That old guy Zhan Guo... robbed the old monk of his chance to escape. If you don't step on his feet, you are worthy of him... You can go away, don't disturb the old monk's sleep..."

Kongji didn't dare to go against the old monk's wishes, so he had to call the bald heads up.

"By the way... where is your new little monkey?" The old monk seemed to suddenly remember.

Chen Yi had already walked over: "Sanzang is here, greeting Uncle Master."

"Um……"

Old monk Zhan Yin squinted his cloudy eyes and stretched his neck as if to see Chen Yi clearly.

"Well...it looks much prettier than other little monkeys..."

"..."

"San...Sanzang little monkey? Starting from tomorrow, you will deliver the old monk's meals..."

The old monk said, and before Chen Yi could respond, he turned around and moved with trembling steps with difficulty.

Monk Chunzhen quickly ran over to help him.

As the old monk walked away, he complained: "Alas... old guy Zhan Guo did something dirty and let the devil run away... But within ten years, he won't come again..."

Kong Ji helplessly watched the old monk leave, then stood beside Chen Yi and said, "You don't have to think too much. The two uncles Zhan Yin and Zhan Guo have been waiting for this day for nearly a hundred years."

"Uncle Zhan Yin wants to stay and give you guidance. He said ten years, but I'm afraid it will only be ten years. In ten years, either that person will die or I, Shaolin, will perish."

"That man was already a heavenly being a hundred years ago. Now, a hundred years later, Master Zhanguo couldn't keep him even with all his sacrifice techniques. It shows that he is even more unfathomable."

"Junior brother, are you scary?"

Kong Ji said in a deep voice.

He was afraid that Chen Yi would be burdened by Zhan Guo's death.

But he also wanted to increase the burden on Chen Yi.

Because that person is too strong.

He has already transcended the boundaries between heaven and man, and in this earthly world, he is a god.

If you want to protect Shaolin, you have to defeat him.

To defeat him, there is only one way to become a god.

In ten years, a man becomes a god.

Before today, old monk Kongji never believed that such a person could exist in the world.

But now, he saw a glimmer of hope.

Although very slim.

Chen Yi was also thinking about the issue of emptiness.

Although Old Monk Zhan Guo had never seen the battle with that man today, the terrifying aura and earth-shattering momentum were enough to let him know the difference between him and himself.

The heavenly beings mentioned by Kongji should only be in the A-level realm according to the standards of this world.

However, the level of awakened people in this world is only a very single standard.

However, these people who have achieved Taoism through martial arts have developed in almost all aspects, and are much stronger than the single awakened person.

But it definitely hasn’t reached the innate state mentioned by Hui Mu.

Otherwise, even if Chen Yi could cheat, he would be in despair.

Now, it's just...a level.

"Brother Abbot, have I advised you not to tempt people all the time?"

Chen Yi casually scorned this senior fellow student, but his thoughts were no longer there.

The two old monks Zhan Yin and Zhan Guo should be the last remaining means of Shaolin Temple.

The Art of Sacrifice, you will know what it is just by hearing the name.

Now, he has no ability to prevent the old monk from dying.

Ten years later, he would not let the old monk die in vain.
Chapter completed!