The rhythmic sound of wooden fish keeps ringing, which is so clear in the quiet Mahavira Palace. Listening to it seems to make people feel peaceful.
The old monk, the abbot, was still sitting there, chanting sutras with his eyes closed and knocking on the wooden fish.
The young monk Puhui has already finished wiping several statues, but he is still working hard to continue wiping. This seems to be his daily task and he has long been used to it.
Sudden……
Buzz!
On the chest of the three-foot-long Buddha statue in the center of the Main Hall, the swastika symbol once again lit up, and golden light shone out, illuminating the entire Main Hall.
The little monk Pu Hui suddenly looked over, his eyes widened, showing a hint of shock.
The old monk, the abbot, also stopped banging the wooden fish, opened his closed eyes again, and looked over.
A tall and slender figure flew out of the golden statue in the golden light and returned to the Main Hall. It was Ye Wuque.
"Amitabha..." The old monk, the abbot, suddenly whispered the Buddha's name.
"The donor looks calm and peaceful, I guess he must have gained something." The old monk, the abbot, said with a hint of happiness in his tone.
"Thank you, Abbot, for raising your hand." Ye Wuque also nodded his thanks at this time.
"Donor, you're welcome. All this is the benefactor's own fate."
At this time, the atmosphere in the Main Hall was peaceful.
The old monk, the abbot, did not ask for more details. He seemed not to care at all about what kind of inheritance Ye Wuque had obtained. He just wanted to determine whether Ye Wuque succeeded.
"Amitabha...but there is one important thing that needs to be told to the donor."
"If it fails, there is no need." The old abbot monk continued to speak.
"Abbott, it doesn't matter." Ye Wuque's face was calm.
"Regarding ancient Zen Buddhism, I think the donor has heard about everything that happened in the past."
The leaves are flawless.
Overnight, the entire ancient Zen sect became extinct, inexplicably.
"Some terrible truths cannot be explained!"
"But the donor successfully obtained the same inheritance of ancient Zen, so in a certain sense, he also has a trace of cause and effect with ancient Zen."
"This trace of cause and effect may bring some danger to the donor." After saying this, the old monk, the abbot, became solemn.
Hearing this, Ye Wuque's eyes moved slightly: "What the abbot means is that the entire ancient Zen sect was destroyed in the past. This is unchangeable cause and effect, and it is also destined."
"Nowadays, once there are creatures that are causally related to the 'Ancient Zen Sect' again, will they trigger that kind of inexplicable...destruction?"
"Amitabha... the donor is really wise and unparalleled. He can tell the truth with just one point. That's the truth." The old monk, the abbot, whispered the Buddha's name.
"If the donor fails to successfully obtain the inheritance in the Zen Tianhuan Realm, it will naturally be fine, and this trace of cause and effect cannot be established."
"On the contrary, it cannot be prevented."
"Well, there is nothing we can do about this. Please forgive me, donor." The old abbot monk seemed to have a hint of apology in his tone.
Ye Wuque's expression did not change at all, he just nodded slightly and said: "Thank you, Abbot, for informing me."
At this moment, he thought of the words murmured by the eminent monk's skeleton in the ancient Zen ruins before his obsession with immortality destroyed him.
"The inheritance... cannot be cut off..."
In order for the inheritance of ancient Zen Buddhism to be passed down, it seems that a huge price has been paid.
But even so, it’s a joy!
"It's just a matter of cause and effect, but I'm quite looking forward to it."
Ye Wuque said this again, with a calm tone and an understatement of casualness that made the abbot and the old monk slightly startled.
"The donor is indeed extraordinary..."
"Then, this matter has been settled. Abbot, young monk, it's time for me to leave." Ye Wuque looked at the abbot, old monk and young monk Puhui.
The little monk Puhui suddenly walked out of the main hall and opened the door, as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"Amitabha...the benefactor has a profound blessing and is extremely extraordinary. It is also my luck to be able to form a relationship with the benefactor this time."
"May the donor go smoothly and enjoy peace forever." The old monk, the abbot, clasped his hands in front of Ye Wuque and gave a gentle salute.
"Thank you abbot, and I wish that abbot's wishes will come true, and that Lingyin Temple can enjoy peace forever."
Ye Wuque was also polite in returning the courtesy and spoke like this.
Immediately, Ye Wuque turned around and left the Main Hall.
At the exit of Lingyin Temple, the young monk Pu Hui had already opened the door. When he saw Ye Wuque approaching, he immediately clasped his hands and lowered his head: "Best farewell to the donor."
Ye Wuwei nodded in greeting and then stepped out of Lingyin Temple.
At the gate, the old monk, the abbot, had also come and stood behind the young monk Pu Hui. He looked at Ye Wuque's retreating figure and whispered the Buddha's name.
"Master, this donor looks really unfathomable!" Pu Hui, a young monk, couldn't help but speak, with a hint of shock in his tone.
"I was able to find Lingyin Temple and successfully enter the Zen Heaven Illusion Realm. What's even more incredible is that I came out of the Zen Heaven Illusion Realm in just half a day and succeeded."
"The benefactor's talent, understanding, good fortune, and luck..."
“Unthinkable!”
"It's a blessing that a piece of inheritance from the 'Ancient Zen Sect' can be handed over to him, and it will not be humiliated."
"Amitabha."
The old monk, the abbot, spoke calmly, and then ordered the young monk Pu Hui to close the door again.
Lingyin Temple became quiet and ordinary again.
the other side.
Ye Wuque, who had walked out for some distance, stopped slightly at this moment, then looked back at Lingyin Temple, which was already looming, and his eyes became deep.
"I haven't felt it yet in Lingyin Temple."
"But after leaving Lingyin Temple, I really felt that a trace of cause and effect fell on me."
"The cause and effect of ancient Zen..."
"Like a mark."
Ye Wuque's eyes flickered, but he extinguished the idea of using the "Emperor Acacia Skill" to fight against it, and instead allowed this trace of cause and effect to fall.
For him, this was an opportunity.
The inexplicable destruction of a first-class sect!
Such a method is so terrifying!
Is it really the Lord of the World who comes from Erheyu?
Or something else?
Ye Wuque became interested and naturally wanted to see it.
Immediately, Ye Wuque's figure gradually became blurred until he completely disappeared.
Three days later.
In the vast starry sky, there is a meteorite zone spanning millions of miles.
An empty cave has been dug out inside an ordinary but large enough meteorite.
Ye Wuque's figure was sitting cross-legged inside.
In the dimness, his eyes were already blazing with excitement, anticipation, and the impatience to get what he wanted!
No matter what happens next, what kind of enemies will appear!