As for the reason, the Three Emperor Buddhas generally had their own conjectures in their minds.
...
After Chen Yang felt a strong aura entering the ruins, he slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar Three Emperor Buddha in front of him, Chen Yang just wanted to get up, but the Three Emperor Buddha pressed his hand and asked Chen Yang to sit down.
The Three Emperor Buddha looked forward to Chen Yang's injuries, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, donor Chen Yang really sacrificed his life for the sake of the human world."
"If there is anything the old monk can do to help Chen Yang, the donor, he should do his best."
Chen Yang looked at the passage behind him bitterly: "The passage is now stable. Only one person has come through so far."
"However, I'm not sure how many people will come next."
"Suffering such a serious injury, it is difficult for me to cope alone. After thinking about it, only Senior Three Emperor Buddha can help."
"No one is here now, why don't we sit down and have a chat?"
Now that he has seen the Three Emperor Buddha, Chen Yang naturally wants to ask the many questions in his heart.
The Three Emperor Buddha sat cross-legged in front of Chen Yang and spoke first: "Donor Chen Yang, do you want to ask about the ancient Buddhist warrior?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Yang's brows immediately raised.
That ancient warrior?
Why is it called this way?
"If I remember correctly his name... seems..."
Before Chen Yang finished speaking, he was interrupted by the Three Emperor Buddhas.
The Three Emperor Buddha took off the cassock and put it on Chen Yang's body, not caring at all about the blood stains on Chen Yang's body: "Although this cassock cannot help Chen Yang's donor recover from his injuries, it can gather the surrounding spiritual energy. This thing is in the hands of the old monk."
When I first entered the Zen Buddhist Temple Sect, the abbot gave it to me."
Chen Yang didn't understand the meaning of these words.
But the Three Emperor Buddha continued: "This thing, for thousands of years, there should be no way to make such a treasure."
"Even among Buddhists, it is definitely a top-notch treasure."
"But a little monk who has just learned to speak can obtain such a treasure. Don't you think it's strange for Donor Chen Yang?"
Chen Yang widened his eyes and looked at the Three Emperor Buddha in front of him in shock.
A clue gradually became alienated in Chen Yang's heart.
Could it be that someone had arranged all of this in advance?
Chen Yang asked eagerly: "I wonder if the abbot at that time was still there?"
However, the Three Emperor Buddha slowly shook his head and said calmly: "I have been in charge of the Zen Buddhist Academy for decades, but I have not entered the ranks of warriors. I have only devoted myself to studying Buddhism."
"After passing away, there is only a few green smoke left."
"Everything in time has its own laws of movement. Whether you are a warrior or a practitioner, you should only act against heaven."
"But is this unnatural thing known spontaneously, or is it the result of fate?"
"The old monk doesn't know, but there will be a result eventually."
"He is who he is, and the old monk is the old monk. No matter what kind of practice he practices, this has never changed."
The Three Emperor Buddhas have never shown anyone the techniques of the three generations they practiced.
Even after the ancient warrior of the Zen Buddhism School regained consciousness, the two of them had never met each other, but only talked to each other through the air.
But all of this was not intentional.
All the doubts in Chen Yang's heart were also his doubts.
These questions even brought him huge problems for a certain period of time on the path of spiritual practice.
But now the Three Emperor Buddha has figured it out.
No matter what kind of relationship the Three Emperor Buddhas in the earth realm have with me, now that I have embarked on this path of cultivation, it belongs to me.
