Use the golden bell in exchange for Ikki Kumikawa to take action against the demonic world.
Such conditions made Huikong and Monk Daoji look at each other in confusion.
"How? Such an exchange can save the world. In your hearts, are the lives of the world not as important as this treasure?"
The young monk said expressionlessly.
But what he said was extremely heartbreaking.
It is completely comparing the lives of all people in the world with a treasure.
But the right of choice was placed in the hands of Huikong and Monk Daoji.
If two people are unwilling to exchange treasures, then they are coveting treasures.
But if it's an exchange, we don't need to mention whether Ikki Yunchuan will keep his promise.
The problem is that this golden bell is not Huikong's treasure.
Huikong was protected by it, but could not really use it.
Therefore, it has no right to decide the ownership of this treasure.
Seeing that Huikong and Monk Daoji remained silent, the young monk narrowed his eyes slightly.
"It seems that you two don't really care about the common people. You are so reluctant to part with even a treasure. It's better not to talk about protecting the common people."
Monk Daoji was a little angry and was about to retort.
Huikong stopped him.
"Senior, don't let this person influence you. He said this on purpose."
Huikong said.
Monk Daoji was startled for a moment, and then he came to his senses.
Somewhat ashamed.
After all, I am Huikong's senior, but now I am even inferior to Huikong's concentration.
Huikong looked directly at the young monk, with a calm look on his face.
"The young monk has a question, and I would like to ask fellow Buddhists to clarify it."
"Say it."
The young monk did not refuse.
"Why are there no monks from the Xihuang lineage among the eight lines of Buddhism?"
Huikong asked directly.
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the Yunchuan monks present changed slightly.
Even the seven Buddhist saints looked a little unnatural.
Monk Huikong and Daoji naturally saw the changes in the expressions of these monks.
I became more and more convinced that something must have happened to the Xihuang lineage.
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"You are not a monk of the Xihuang lineage. The affairs of the Xihuang lineage have nothing to do with you, so there is no need to ask further."
The young monk did not answer directly.
Instead, he responded like this.
Huikong did not give up.
He felt that he had to find out about the Xihuang lineage.
Because he is now protected by the golden bell, and the golden bell should be a Buddhist treasure from the Xihuang lineage.
If I can't even figure out the affairs of Xihuang's lineage, wouldn't I be ashamed of this treasure?
"Amitabha, if my fellow Buddha cannot answer, then just ask any monk from the Xihuang lineage."
Huikong insisted.
The young monk shook his head.
"There are no monks of the Xihuang lineage in Yiyunchuan."
Huikong's pupils shrank.
"Why not?"
"Back then, the Buddhist treasures of the Xihuang lineage fell into the hands of the ancient demon clan. After several changes, the inheritance was finally cut off."
"In Yijiyunchuan today, we are the only monks of the Seven Lineages, and there is no Xihuang Lineage."
One of the eight meridians is missing!
The Xihuang lineage no longer exists!
Although Huikong and Monk Daoji had already made some guesses about such a result.
But when I heard it with my own ears, I was still extremely shocked.
The good Xihuang lineage just ceased to exist?
Although the young monk's words were understatement, the years when the Xihuang lineage disappeared must not have been that simple.
How many things happened, I am afraid only those who experienced it back then will know.
Huikong looked at Master Shengtan who was sitting cross-legged on the black snake.
Master Shengtan looked embarrassed and a little confused.
He just said personally that he would return the golden bell to the monks of the Xihuang lineage.
As a result, the Xihuang lineage has long since disappeared.
This is enough to prove that Master Shengtan was just talking nonsense.
"Master, this Buddhist friend said that the Xihuang lineage no longer exists, but he didn't know that the master just
Who do you want to return this treasure to from the Xihuang lineage?"
"Master, are you from the Xihuang lineage yourself?"
Huikong's words can be said to have directly turned Master Shengtan's old face off.
A slap in the face.
Master Shengtan's face turned ugly for a while.
"Don't talk nonsense! I only care about Yiyunchuan. How can I be greedy?"
"The master is very sharp-tongued, but the young monk doesn't want to argue."
Huikong showed a mocking smile.
"But as Buddhists, what we think in our hearts can be seen by the Buddha all the time." .??.??
"I also hope that all Buddhist friends will not lose the original intention of practicing Buddhism!"
Huikong's words were like a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of the monks in Yunchuan.
"I don't know what it is called!"
"How dare a mere monk who aspires to be a great monk talk nonsense here!"
"You are talking nonsense about Buddha! You really don't know how to live or die!"
Angry shouts sounded one after another.
But at this moment, Huikong no longer had any respect for these so-called eminent Buddhist monks.
Even though these monks have advanced cultivation and high seniority.
But in Huikong's eyes, they are not worthy of being called Buddhist cultivators.
No matter how high your cultivation level is, it has no meaning.
Naturally, Huikong could not be in awe at all.
The young monk's face twitched slightly.
But he didn't get angry.
Instead, he suppressed the anger in his heart.
"I just want to know if you are willing to use this treasure in exchange?"
Huikong immediately shook his head.
"This treasure does not belong to me. It belongs to the Holy Son. I am not qualified to exchange it for anything."
Son?
The young monk was slightly startled.
"Holy Son? What Holy Son?"
"Of course he is my Buddhist holy son!"
When Ye Qingyun was mentioned, Huikong's whole spirit was different from before.
It suddenly became tense.
A look of pride and enthusiasm.
Buddhist saint?
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"The Holy Son of Buddhism is now in my clouds and rivers, but I don't know who this so-called Holy Son you are talking about is?"
The young monk said with a strange expression.
"What?"
As soon as these words came out, Huikong and Monk Daoji were also stunned.
The Holy Son is in Yiyunchuan?
How is this possible?
Ye Qingyun was clearly in the Central Plains and had a lot of things to deal with.
How could it be possible to be in Yiyunchuan?
"The Holy Son is in the Central Plains, he can't be here!"
Huikong said with certainty.
"hehe."
The young monk smiled.
"I, the holy son of the Buddhist sect, was born in Yiyunchuan nine thousand years ago. I have been practicing Buddhism and Zen in Yiyunchuan for nine thousand years, and I have never left Yiyiyunchuan for half a step."
"Besides Yiyunchuan, where is the so-called Holy Son of Buddhism?"
Huikong and Monk Daoji were completely confused.
The holy son of Buddhism was born in Yiyunchuan nine thousand years ago?
Never left?
Then what happened to the Holy Son Ye Qingyun?
Does Buddhism have two holy sons?
But this is absolutely impossible!
According to ancient Buddhist prophecies, the birth of the Holy Son will bring Buddhism to unprecedented glory.
There can only be one Holy Son!
How come there are two?
The only possibility is that one of these two saints must be fake.
Huikong naturally would not doubt Ye Qingyun.
Because he has been following Ye Qingyun since he recognized him as the Holy Son of Buddhism, and has seen too many magical things about Ye Qingyun.
Especially in Buddhism, the abilities Ye Qingyun displayed were simply unimaginable.
If Ye Qingyun is not a saint, then who else in Buddhism dares to call him a saint?
"There is only one holy son of Buddhism!"
Huikong looked at the monks in Yunchuan with a serious expression.
"The young monk will never agree that there are other so-called saints!"
This chapter has been completed!