"Lao Yan... tell me, are we dreaming?"

Lin Hao looked at the strange scene in front of him, a little dull.

"You asked me, who should I ask...?"

Yan Shiwen and others are not much better.

Although the world is in chaos now, as students of the Extraordinary Academy, they themselves are also extraordinary beings.

But the scene in front of them was too subversive to their understanding.

Didn't we agree that there would only be awakening and evolution, and no gods and ghosts...

What now?

Looking at that glowing head, their world view collapsed.

Anyone who tells them that gods are superstitious will probably become suspicious.

Chen Yi recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra, and the Buddha's light gradually bloomed behind his head, like a wheel or a cloud.

Just like the immortal Buddha in mythology, there are clouds of happiness above his head and a cash wheel behind his head, which shines brightly.

Those eyes like stars became as dark as ink and as deep as the sea, filled with immeasurable compassion.

There seems to be something spinning around, inexhaustibly deep, blurry and incomprehensible.

"Dad! You're back!"

The seventh master suddenly shouted.

In the golden light of the Sanskrit sounds, a rickety figure appeared in front of the yellow clay coffin.

This is an old man who is as thin as firewood and withered as an old tree.

His face was covered with deep wrinkles, dry and dark, with almost no flesh and blood, and only a layer of old skin covered with gray spots.

It's really like a living mummy.

The old man slowly raised his hands, looked at them a few times, and then looked at himself a few times. There was a trace of confusion in his dry eyes.

Immediately he looked at Chen Yi, who had his eyebrows lowered, and sighed in an old and hoarse voice: "The holy monk is indeed a man of great power and compassion."

Chen Yi paused while reading the scriptures and slowly raised his eyelids: "I'm sorry, little monk, old benefactor, you have caused so much bad karma. My monk's Taoism is shallow and he doesn't have the power to save you. I can only send you into reincarnation. The end of reincarnation."

In the world, there is the cycle of heaven and the retribution of cause and effect."

After saying that, he lowered his eyes again and stopped looking.

"Thank you, holy monk."

The old man tithes gratefully.

He knew that Chen Yi was giving him the opportunity to say his final farewell to his son.

The old man lowered his head and glanced at his old son, who was kneeling at his feet, raising his head and looking at him with a silly smile. Love and reluctance flashed in his dry eyes.

Slowly raising a hand that was as dry as a bird's claw, he wanted to touch his old son's head, but before he could touch it, the dry claws stopped again.

There was a hint of bitterness in his eyes, and he slowly withdrew his hand.

"Xiao Qi is good..."

A smile appeared on the face with layers of wrinkles, yellow and gray spots. Although it brought out more wrinkles, it actually made people feel a bit of kindness and warmth.

Others thought that the old man and his old son would stage a tear-jerking farewell between father and son, but after he said these words, he turned his head.

Looking at the yellow clay coffin behind him, he said with some regret: "I picked up this yellow clay coffin by the river a few years ago."

"At that time, I was cutting bamboo by the river, and this coffin just floated along the river. I was shocked. Coffins are never good things,"

"It's just that maybe this coffin really has some fate with me. It got stuck on the big rocks in the river, and was washed ashore by the river. Just in time, it came to me,"

The old man sighed and said: "I was really frightened at the time. I wanted to run away, but the lid of the coffin was half open. I don't know if it was opened while floating in the river."

"I just happened to see that the coffin was empty, there was nothing, and I thought at that time, I am over a hundred years old, and I might not be able to get up if I lie down today,"

"When I was given an empty coffin, I thought maybe God was telling me that my time has come."

"Okay, since you gave it to me, I'll take it. Now a coffin costs a lot of money. I can save the coffin and leave it to Xiao Qi,"

"Oh, I just didn't expect that this coffin is still a treasure..."

The old man's voice is as hoarse as sand and as deep as an abyss. Under normal circumstances, it can scare people out of their wits.

Now it aroused the curiosity of Lin Hao and others, and pricked up their ears.

However, what made them crazy was that the old man did not continue talking, but looked at Chen Yi: "The old man is a common man. This treasure coffin in the old man's hands can only harm people, so give it to the holy monk.

The holy monk has great power and great mercy. I believe that the treasure coffin will be of some use in the hands of the holy monk."

"I just hope that the Holy Monk will take care of this little bit of love and Xiao Qi's ignorance and innocence. If I really have a chance to be reincarnated, I will repay the Saint Monk for his kindness even if I have to be a cow or a horse.

, even if it is life after life, I will never have any regrets."

As the old man spoke, he knelt on the ground, pulled his old son who was smiling foolishly, and slowly kowtowed to Chen Yi.

"Amitabha……"

Chen Yi's eyelids trembled slightly, and he whispered a Buddha's name. Without any response, he closed his eyes and said, "Donor, please go on your way."

The words fell, the words started again, and the Sanskrit sounds reappeared.

A road paved with golden light suddenly appeared at the old man's feet, extending straight into the endless unknown place in the void.

There was a peaceful smile on the old man's dry and wrinkled face, and he had no resentment for not getting Chen Yi's promise. He just pulled his old son and bowed again, then stood up, his movements slow and laborious.

He stretched out his withered paws and caressed the old son's head, his face full of kindness: "Xiao Qi, live well."

"father……"

The stupid Qi Ye seemed to have felt something at this time, his mouth pursed, and tears flowed down.

The old man had raised his feet, took a step forward, and appeared at the other end of the Golden Light Avenue. It seemed very far away, but also seemed very close.

The old man turned around again and looked at his old son, his eyes full of reluctance and love.

After waves of Sanskrit sounds, he finally stepped into the endless unknown of the Golden Light Avenue.

The last sound he left behind when he turned around still echoed over the somewhat disgraceful Li Uk Village...

"Live well..."

"Amitabha……"

Chen Yi put down his hands, shook his big sleeves like water, opened his eyes, sighed, and murmured: "There are worries in life, and there are fears in death. Time flies by, and illness and disease depend on each other. Love and separation,

Resentment and hatred will occur. Seeking is hard to come by, and the five negative emotions are raging. The world of mortals is like poison, and all living beings are sinful. It is so sad that the six consciousnesses are sinking into all kinds of suffering..."

"Using the heart as a boat, is it compassion? Is it anger?"

He glanced at Master Qi, who was kneeling in front of the coffin, still weeping uncontrollably, then at the wooden paper figures around him, and finally at the drooping gray curtain in front of him.

[Chen Yi’s wish: all the sufferings in the mortal world - "The mortal world is like poison, and all living beings are sinful. My heart is a boat, crossing the world of mortals."

Completion goal: Use the original intention to escape the sufferings of sentient beings trapped in the world of mortals. (Progress: 5/10)

Completion rewards: 1, Willing Power?, 2, Number of fourth-grade draws x1, 3, "Nirvana Wonderful Heart, Tathagata's Hidden Nature" unlocked one layer.]

The progress of this task that has not been touched for a long time has finally jumped up by one.

But Chen Yi was not happy.

It seemed that every time this number moved, he would not be in a good mood.

"Lao Yan, what is he talking about?"

Beside, a few people had just barely recovered from the fantasy scene.

Lin Hao scratched his head, looking confused.

"Shut up!" Yan Shiwen gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.

Everything that happened tonight simply subverted his outlook on life.

Especially this famous Buddha is simply more exaggerated than the legend.

He has now begun to suspect that this person is really some kind of non-existent existence.

I'm afraid that if the bitch next to me talks too much and offends her in the slightest, that would be a serious matter.

Naturally, these movements could not be hidden from Chen Yi, but he just shook his head slightly, and he was not in the mood to put on others' shoes now.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a soft sound was heard, and the half-open lid of the yellow clay coffin closed automatically.

In the surprised eyes of Lin Hao and others, the huge yellow mud coffin floated up and flew towards Chen Yi's direction with a whoosh.

Chen Yi was also a little surprised. He just stretched out his hand to catch the flying yellow mud coffin, but suddenly he frowned.

Lin Hao and others suddenly felt a darkness above their heads, and everything in their sight was covered by shadows. They raised their heads reflexively...
Chapter completed!