The tomb was quiet, everything fell silent, and the nine wooden coffins no longer made any movement.

Chu Yi took a step forward and asked respectfully: "I dare to ask the master's name."

The old monk's eyebrows were drooping and his eyes were trembling when he walked. His broom gently pushed the coffins one by one, and these movements were extremely skillful.

"The master dares not be the king of the Yanhuang clan, who is of higher seniority than me, and the little monk's Dharma name is calm."

"Master Dingxin, what's going on here?" Chu Yi asked.

Wu De quietly touched the wooden coffin and spoke in surprise: "Chaos fragrant wood!"

"Such expensive thing was actually made into a coffin, and there were nails on the coffin. It should be the legendary obsidian gold and iron!"

"God, there are also many people's writings on this, at least the works of the Supreme-level painter."

"I've sent it. If these are sold, I'm afraid I can send it."

Wu De was extremely excited.

Master Dingxin wiped off the dust from the coffin with his robe and said indifferently: "The coffin is valuable, and the things inside are even more valuable. Nine coffins seal the nine immortals."

“…”

After the words came to an end, Wu De felt that his palm was about to be burned by the coffin, so he jumped up and hit the top of the stone chamber.

"What did you say? Nine Immortals?"

Chu Yi, the Dark Flame Demon, Jiang Zigeng and others looked at each other and gasped.

In this small catacomb, there are nine immortal-level creatures sealed.

This is crazy.

Chu Yi only felt his scalp tingling. Now, there are so many places where he can see an existence beyond the supreme.

The road to heaven has been cut off. Even the chaotic creatures of that year have survived by chance on earth, they have never surpassed the supreme.

Chu Yi could only hear the two of them.

One is the main court of heaven, and the other is the great elder of the Yanhuang clan.

But now, what was placed in front of them was the nine living immortals.

The old man was careless and ignored the shock of the few people.

"That's in the jade coffin?" Chu Yi's voice was trembling.

"That's right, it's the body of the great compassionate Shariputra Buddha." Master Dingxin said calmly.

Although it was expected, Chu Yi and others were still shocked and could not speak for a long time.

If we calculate this way, there will be ten existences beyond the supreme in this small underground stone chamber.

"What a big Buddha!" ​​Chu Yi sighed, sighing a little.

"So what?" Monk Dingxin gently wiped away the dust from the jade coffin.

"So what's the point? After all, it's a small room where the bones are buried. Even if it's a corpse, it's not peaceful and cannot be dissolved. It can only be used to suppress the strong people in the wooden coffin for generations."

Monk Dingxin brought a small stool for himself and walked beside the jade coffin.

"He is not as good as me, not as easy as me. I have no cultivation. I am just an ordinary person, but I have no distractions. I watch flowers, drink tea and sweep the floor every day. After a hundred years, it turns into dust, but he can only guard this place."

“How sad…”

"You say that all beings are equal, but unfortunately you are not equal to yourself, otherwise why should you be so obsessed with it?"

Master Calming patted the jade coffin and sighed a little.

He looked at Chu Yi and others again: "It's quite tiring to live too long. You look like me, only a hundred years, don't worry about the immortals, demons, and changes in this era."

Chu Yi and others looked strange. For the first time, they heard an ordinary person talking to the compassionate Shariputra Buddha, and even a monk.

The Master of Mindset murmured.

"It makes you laugh. The abbot of Lan Temple founded Lan Temple. For generations, they have been collecting the power of sentient beings for the Great Buddha and using his corpse to suppress sentient beings."

"I have been visiting his grave for decades, but I just felt that this was too hard. His soul had not dissipated. I could feel something strange. Unfortunately, I was locked in the coffin all the time."

"I really hope that one day you will be free."

Chu Yi's face was solemn. The creatures in the wooden coffin were definitely the same as those who attacked the Shishen Tower back then. However, Chu Yi was not strong at the time and thought he was at the supreme level, but he didn't expect that this kind of creature had reached the level of an immortal.

He could imagine that something extremely terrifying happened back then, which forced the compassionate Shariputra Buddha to sacrifice himself and suppress the nine creatures.

If these nine creatures ran out now, the entire universe would probably be turned upside down.

"Master of Mindsetting, what do you know?"

Master Dingxin shook his head and said, "I am an ordinary person, but I don't know so many things. They are just some statements passed down from generation to generation."

"Lan Temple cannot be disturbed, so no one will come."

"The great Buddha will not revive, nor will it manifest. The transcendent supreme existence you think can only lie here and cannot even say a word to you."

"However, the Buddha still left his last words and handed them over to the king of the Yanhuang clan."

"I?"

Chu Yi was stunned. The other party was in the era of heaven's punishment. At that time, there was no Yanhuang clan at all.

"The Great Buddha practices the future Buddha and can know some things in the future."

"Come with me."

Master Dingxin left, Chu Yi, Jiang Zigeng and others looked at each other.

"We are waiting for you outside. It's so scary here. Ten immortals and nine living ones are still alive. I can't stand it." Wu De shivered.

Everyone's mood was difficult to calm down. Perhaps their elders knew about these things, so they were silent at the same time.

...

The temple is dilapidated and has a bit of historical flavor.

Chu Yi followed Monk Dingxin to a courtyard, and Monk Dingxin took out a scroll from the house.

"The Great Buddha is the future Buddha. He spys on a corner of the future and sees you."

"He knew you were now troubled by the Supreme Tribulation, so he left several ways."

Chu Yi was instantly overjoyed.

The existence beyond the Supreme, leaving behind a method from the distant past.

"There are three ways to avoid the current controllers as the Great Buddha knows."

"The first type is to carry the origin of the great way." said the monk Dingxin.

Chu Yi frowned: "Thunder tribulation is essentially a kind of origin of the Great Dao. If you bear other origins, theoretically it is indeed no problem, but the origin of the Great Dao is too difficult to conquer."

Master Dingxin said slowly: "The second type is one that carries the eight precepts."

Chu Yi shook his head: "Bajielu and Zhu Bajie are incomparable. Even if you get it, you will give it to Zhu Bajie."

"Master, what about the third type?"

"The third type is in my hands..." Master Dingxin picked up the scroll, "This is a martial art that has been passed down from the Great Buddha, and has been in the hands of my Lan Temple for generations."

"The five hearts are in the sky!"

Chu Yi took the scroll and looked at it roughly, and his eyes lit up: "The essence of this technique is to forge twelve small worlds in his body. Every time he breaks through, he only attacks the forged twelve small worlds and the divine bridge."

“Good way!”

"But this method has a fatal disadvantage. It is impossible to forge twelve small worlds in your body."

Chu Yi immediately thought about how huge space power this requires, not even ordinary space capabilities, but belonging to the creation world.

The Hua Yuan of the End of Life can only create four major realms, let alone Chu Yi creates twelve worlds.

"The fruit of the flower of immortality!" Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he thought of some possibility.

"Don't look at me, the fruit of the Eternal Flower is not here with me." Master Dingxin shook his head and said, "In the hands of the Yanhuang clan, this is also a record of ancient books. The elder personally took action and grabbed the fruit of the Eternal Flower with one palm."

The Master of Calming was sitting on the recliner, the temperature was a little low, and the sun seemed to be far away.

"Let's go, I'm going to sleep, don't bother here."

His breathing gradually stabilized and finally disappeared slowly.

Chu Yi paused and looked at the old man who had left peacefully, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

The monks are desperate for their life span.

Mortals are so calm when facing the life span.

Master Jingxin seemed to have just fallen asleep, with a smile on his face.

Several young monks walked in from outside the door, clasped their hands at Chu Yi, and then picked up Master Dingxin's body.

The young monks had no cultivation, and they were filled with tears in their eyes and staggered away.

The wind is rolling, and the dust returns to the dust, and the soil returns to the soil.

"A mortal is also a blessing for a hundred years, and it is also a misfortune for monks to compete for tens of thousands of years."

Chu Yi smiled bitterly, bowed into the room, and then left.

He couldn't stop, and he even had little time to rest because he had too much responsibility.
Chapter completed!