Chapter 2600 Crossing the long river of time and heading to the past
"Brother Ruochen, I have had a hard time chasing you."
Gong Nanfeng's voice came from the distant starry sky.
After a while, he panted and flew to Zhang Ruochen's side. He looked exhausted and said, "Do you have anything to eat? I'm starving to death! You're so tired. Why did you run so far..."
Zhang Ruochen looked at Gong Nanfeng blankly, then looked at the owner of the God of Death Island, pursed his lips, hesitated for a long time before regaining his composure, took out a holy medicine from the space ring, and handed it to him.
Gong Nanfeng looked at the fragrant holy medicine, frowned, and said, "This stuff doesn't taste good either."
"clear."
Zhang Ruochen took back the holy medicine, took out a bag of green spiritual fruits, a pot of mellow divine wine, and a piece of dried beast meat.
Gong Nanfeng was overjoyed and wolfed down the food.
While chewing, he said vaguely: "Brother Ruochen still understands me."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were still full of doubts and he said, "Weren't you kidnapped by Bai Qing'er?"
Gong Nanfeng was chewing the fist-sized Liyu Sacred Fruit with one hand and holding a wine bottle with the other hand. His face was deformed and he said: "She said that the Tianshu Needle is with you, and it is useless to keep me, so let me go."
Yes! Did you really take back the Tianshu Needle from her? How did you take it back?"
The Dragon Lord has indeed returned the Tianshu Needle to Zhang Ruochen, and of course he has also taken back the Dragon Sun and Moon Chaos Tower.
Zhang Ruochen pondered for a long time and said: "Yes."
Zhang Ruochen suddenly thought that Tianshu Needle and Gong Nanfeng might be the key to his return to the hell world and gaining the trust of the Temple of Destiny.
Although the Tianshu Needle is a magical weapon, it cannot see the light of day.
Once exposed to the light, he will be punished by the Hell Realm and the Temple of Destiny.
In this case, it is better to send it back to the Temple of Destiny.
No matter how good the artifact is, its importance in Zhang Ruochen's heart is far less than that of Emperor Ming.
Gong Nanfeng stared at Zhang Ruochen with admiring eyes and said: "Brother Ruochen is indeed the unparalleled genius in the hell world, and Bai Qing'er has become a god, and you can actually take back the artifact from her. This is simply a miracle.
It’s almost impossible to do.”
Zhang Ruochen knew that Gong Nanfeng would definitely be suspicious.
After all, it is simply a fantasy for a great sage to take back an artifact from the gods. Even Gong Nanfeng doesn't believe it, how can the gods of the Temple of Destiny believe it?
Zhang Ruochen let out a long sigh: "That witch is really powerful, so I can only use tricks. Alas, it's a big sacrifice anyway."
"What sacrifice?"
Gong Nanfeng stared at Zhang Ruochen intently, her interest aroused.
Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said: "It's too disgraceful to say anything about it. Maybe I will have to go to the Goddess Twelfth House to marry her soon."
Gong Nanfeng was shocked, put down the food in his hand, bowed to Zhang Ruochen, and said: "Brother Ruochen actually fed the enchantress with his body in order to regain the artifact. This beauty trick was indeed disgraceful, but it made Feng Ruochen
I am extremely moved. On behalf of the Temple of Destiny and the Division of Tianyun, I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude."
Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and said, "Please keep it a secret for me. This matter is the biggest stain in my life."
"clear."
Gong Nanfeng's eyes were red, and his mood was hard to calm down for a long time.
Although Gong Nanfeng is a monk in the Temple of Destiny, the owner of the God of Death Island has no intention of killing him. Standing at the height of a supreme leader, he would not vent his emotions on a junior.
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The owner of the God of Death Island stood calmly aside from the beginning to the end, while Gong Nanfeng claimed to know everything and could calculate everything, but he seemed to be unable to see him at all. This made Zhang Ruochen even more amazed at the terror of this Grand Master.
Mental strength.
After Gong Nanfeng had eaten his fill, he finally noticed the ancient temple in front of him. Suddenly, his eyes burst out with bright light, and he said in shock: "Xumi Temple, this...is this here?"
On the plaque of the ancient temple, there are indeed three Buddhist inscriptions "Xumi Temple", which is full of vicissitudes of life.
Zhang Ruochen didn't hide anything from him and said: "Yes, it's the place where Saint Monk Xumi once lectured and meditated."
Gong Nanfeng knew that Zhang Ruochen was the descendant of Saint Monk Xumi, so it was not surprising that he could find the temple of Saint Xumi. Naturally, he was full of awe for Saint Monk Xumi, who was once a peerless power, and he quickly clasped his hands and bowed.
Bye.
Regardless of whether you are a monk in heaven or a monk in hell, it is worth paying a visit to the home of a powerful man like Monk Xumi.
When it becomes powerful enough, as long as there is no direct hatred between the two parties, the younger generations will definitely respect it.
Gong Nanfeng whispered, "Chen, can I go in with you?"
Perhaps, Zhang Ruochen did not hesitate to use a beauty trick to regain the artifact for him, which moved Gong Nanfeng so much that even his title became more affectionate.
"Aren't you going back to the Temple of Destiny?" Zhang Ruochen took out the Tianshu Needle and handed it to him.
Gong Nanfeng took the Tianshu Needle and said with a grimace: "I'm too weak. What if someone takes away the artifact along the way? Chen, you can't leave me alone."
Zhang Ruochen felt numb, but had no choice but to say, "That's fine! But this is my first time coming to Xumi Temple, so I don't know if there is any danger inside."
"With you here, I feel very safe." Gong Nanfeng said.
The owner of the God of Death Island saw Zhang Ruochen's intention to use Gong Nanfeng to return to the hell world, and said: "It's okay, let him follow!"
The owner of the God of Death Island walked at the front, stepping on pieces of space debris and arrived at the wasteland outside the ancient temple.
Zhang Ruochen and Gong Nanfeng walked through the broken space and landed on the wasteland with their feet. Only then did they truly feel the boundless Buddha essence. Even though they were in dilapidated condition, they still made people want to kneel down and worship.
In my ears, there seems to be ancient Buddha's voice, which has passed through the long river of time and reached this world.
Zhang Ruochen lifted up his robe, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed deeply.
Back then, if he hadn't been the Holy Monk Xumi, Zhang Ruochen would have probably been killed by the awakener in the Kunlun Realm. How could there be a second life?
If it weren't for the teachings of Saint Monk Xumi, Zhang Ruochen wouldn't be able to achieve what he has today.
Kneel this time and bow this time.
It not only represents Zhang Ruochen's respect for the holy monk Xumi, but also represents the gratitude in his heart.
The owner of the Death God Island had blurry eyes and thousands of thoughts, and said: "Ruochen, from the moment Saint Monk Xumi chose you, he has actually set a path for you to condense the first-grade holy will. He has put all his hopes into it."
I place my trust in you. I hope you can become the second Great Master of Fudo Myoyo, or even be stronger than the Great Master."
"Is it possible?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
The Lord of the Death God Island said: "As long as you condense a first-grade holy will, you will have a chance."
The Great Lord Fudo Mingwang is regarded as the pride of every monk in Kunlun Realm. Even if ten Yuanhui have passed, he is still irreplaceable and an eternal monument in the hearts of the Master of the God of Death Island and the monks of the Xumi Holy Monk.
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The Lord of the Godless Island said: "Eight hundred years ago, the person chosen by the monks in the Kunlun Realm was Chi Yao. However, the person chosen by the holy monk was you. His expectations for you are not only limited to revitalizing the Kunlun Realm, but also
Have greater hope.”
"I believe he should be very pleased that you have made it this far."
"The opportunity for you to condense the first-grade holy will is inside. No one can predict the outcome, but along the way, I have seen a lot of potential in you that other monks do not have. Grand Master has confidence in you."
The First-Rank Holy Intent was too illusory, and the owner of the God of Death Island actually did not have much hope in his heart, but he had to give Zhang Ruochen confidence and could not deny the results from the beginning.
Zhang Ruochen walked on the wasteland and stepped into the door of Xumi Temple, his eyes firmer than ever before.
Gong Nanfeng wanted to follow in, but was blocked by a scripture on the door. He stepped back and said: "Chen, I'll wait for you outside, be careful!"
Stepping into the temple gate, the scene in front of Zhang Ruochen changed drastically.
"Crash."
The sound of rushing water rang in my ears, and when I looked around, I saw that the entire dilapidated ancient temple was located in a long river.
The ancient temple is like a boat, going upstream without knowing where it is going.
Above the head, the stars are disillusioned, and the space is constantly breaking and re-condensing.
In the temple ahead, there is Buddha light emanating from it.
Zhang Ruochen calmed down his mind and walked towards the place where the Buddha's light emanated, arriving at an antique hall.
In the hall, there are six Buddha statues, one of which has thousands of feet and thousands of eyes and a kind face. The other one is tall and tall, with eyes like torches, riding a white elephant...
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Each of the six Buddha statues is different, but they are all extremely sacred. Just like the real Buddha is alive, people dare not have a single evil thought in their hearts.
"You finally came!"
A faint voice sounded in the hall.
The sound didn't sound like it was in this world, but seemed to come from ancient times.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were fixed on the bottom of the six Buddhist altars.
I saw a monk with a broken body sitting cross-legged on the ground. There were wounds on his body. His chest was punctured by something unknown, and golden bones could be seen.
He seemed to be still alive, with a soft Buddha light emitting from his body.
Centered on the place where he sits cross-legged, mysterious golden scriptures flow on the ground. Each scripture has the terrifying power to kill the great sage.
You don't need to guess who this broken body is.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes filled with tears, and his heart was filled with excitement. He bowed and saluted, saying: "Meet the holy monk."
The voice sounded again: "You have to walk your own path. I just gave you a start. I never thought of interfering too much on your path. The future is in your own hands."
Zhang Ruochen knew that the holy monk had passed away long ago, and even his divine power had been exhausted.
These words were most likely left when he went to the future when he was still alive. It is really hard to imagine how the holy monk felt when he saw that his future was such a broken corpse.
Will you despair?
However, the future is full of variables, and perhaps this is just one direction.
Logically speaking, if the holy monk's voice appears here, he must have come to this point in time in the past.
The holy monk did not appear here and only left some voices. Does this mean that there has been some deviation between the current future and the future where the holy monk went?
The voice of the holy monk sounded again: "If you want to condense the holy will of the first grade, the key lies in time and space. Now, we are walking on the long river of time, going back to the past, to the beginning of time, and returning to space is still strange.
At the right time.”
"But, you have to be careful. When this ancient temple dies, you must return immediately. On the way back, use my corpse as a boat to accurately return to the current point in time. No matter whether you can condense the first-class holy will
, you have to keep this in mind.”
Zhang Ruochen immediately rushed out of the hall and looked at the rolling river outside the ancient temple, his eyes dull and extremely frightened.