The tragic scene, the feeling of despair and madness almost took on substance from the picture, and then jumped out and landed on him. Chen Yuan's palms trembled slightly, and he punched out almost instinctively, and then it was already at the end, illusory like smoke.

The Hetu Luoshu collapsed.

The ranger didn't know when he had stood up, panting rapidly, his pupils constricted.

The temples of this contemporary swordsman, who can carry his sword back and forth a hundred thousand miles with his feet, are actually soaked through.

Everything is like smoke.

The scene he had seen before disappeared into thin air, and the waiter's welcome came to his ears.

Outside the window, Orchid could be seen leaving with a graceful figure holding pottery on her head.

Ying Long Gengchen looked at him calmly and said: "This is what I saw in the Hetu Luoshu in Kunlun Mountain... I know Wuzhiqi's strength, so I was more shocked than you. I didn't notice it for a moment,

He was attacked by someone, and even though he was forced to retreat later, his origin was damaged after all, and he could not survive to that era."

"I need you to help me, Yuan."

"It's also for the sake of all the common people..."

After a long time, Chen Yuan said slowly:

"I see."

"I will help you, and you must also help me."

Ying Long Gengchen let out a breath of turbid air.

Then he said: "By the way...in that possible future, the woman on your back is..."

"Jue."

Chen Yuan answered.

He said: "That's Jue."

"I know, she is Jue."

"The poor monk will also help..."

A vague voice came, and then said: "But Yuan, please move your fist away first."

Chen Yuan was startled. He turned around and saw that he had just instinctively punched Xuanzang in front of him, but instead he hit Xuanzang in the face, giving the monk a big slap in the cheek. Chen Yuan quickly stopped his hand and stood next to him.

The corners of Shipantuo's eyes twitched.

There is only one person in this world who can get close to Xuanzang.

The people who fell under that Zen staff along the way, if they saw this amiable and gentle monk, would probably die with a grievance, right? Shi Pantuo sighed in his heart, and recalled the time when he first met the master.

That day, he felt that he was almost able to see the Buddha in a physical sense.

Chen Yuan stood up, looked at the handsome young man in front of him, and said, "What do you want me to do?"

Gengchen looked peaceful, closed his eyes, and said calmly:

"Please kill me."

The ranger drew his sword.

Suddenly asked:

"Do I have to kill you now, or can I just let you die by my hands?"

Gengchen was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes and said: "...there is no time requirement."

"Yeah?"

The ranger put his sword back into its scabbard, then stood up and patted Gengchen on the shoulder:

"Then there's no need to worry."

"Don't worry, before I die, I will definitely use this sword to take your life."

"And before that..."

"You also need to enjoy the world."

"Maybe you're not used to it, but that's how human beings are. Even if they know the date of their death, they will do their best to live in this world."

The ranger showed a smile: "So, please take a look at Chang'an City first."

"Throughout the ages, there has never been a greater place than this city."

Gengchen, who was willing to die, was stunned.

When he raised his head, he saw the back of the departing ranger and the last two sentences.

"This world is so beautiful. It would be so lonely to die without even seeing it."

"Life is short, I will definitely kill you, so there is no need to be in such a hurry."

……………………

On this day, Chen Yuan, Xuanzang, and Shi Pantuo returned to Ci'en Temple where they were staying.

A far more difficult and huge task than heading west fell in front of them.

The ranger thought hard and sat on the bed, frowning so hard that he could kill mosquitoes.

After thinking for several days, Xuanzang came up with a solution: "We must start preparing from now on, otherwise, it will be difficult to deal with the crisis at that time..."

The ranger who was thinking hard got up from the bed with his eyes shining:

"How's it going? Have you thought of a solution?"

"yes……"

Xuanzang nodded and said gently: "One of our biggest advantages now is Gengchen."

"The second is to know the existence of the great tribulation more than a thousand years in advance."

"So these thousand years are our opportunity to turn things around."

"Opportunity...you mean."

Xuanzang said slowly: "In this Ci'en Temple, build a 180-foot pagoda."

"For more than a thousand years, I used the power of chanting sutras to accumulate strength in this pagoda."

"Until the time of disaster, this pagoda should and can become a power that can be used by people. This is just the first idea. Use these more than a thousand years to plan in advance. When that day really comes, it should be

Enough to have several more trump cards."

The ranger's eyes lit up slightly and he murmured: "That's it, that's it!"

"good!"

"However, Xuanzang...can an ordinary pagoda also accumulate the power of Buddhist chanting and vows?"

Xuanzang introduced carefully:

"This 180-foot pagoda can bury enough relics on each floor."

"In this way, we can save money. I've calculated that the relics should be enough."

"Oh, that's it."

The knight suddenly realized, then he was slightly stunned and looked at the kind-faced and talkative monk:

"Wait a minute, Xuanzang, how many relics did you bring back from Tianzhu?"

"One hundred and fifty."

"...How high do you plan to build this pagoda?"

"One hundred and eighty feet, each layer is covered with relics."

The ranger silently calculated the number of relics needed and looked at the monk:

"So, how many pills did you bring back?"

Master Xuanzang smiled gently, his eyes unfocused:

"One hundred and fifty."

"How tall is the pagoda?"

"One hundred and eighty feet, each layer is covered with relics."

"...So how much did you bring?"

The monk looked at his eyes, nose and heart. When the knight's hands were placed on his bald head, he replied:

"......Nalanda Temple gave one hundred and fifty pills."

The corner of Chen Yuan's mouth twitched: "What about the other ones..."

The monk widened his eyes and argued hard:

"Didn't they worship me as their teacher after they all lost?"

"It's normal for a treasure like this... relic to be taken care of by a master."
To be continued...