Suning stood up, rubbed her hands excitedly and said, "Can I go?"
The young monk smiled playfully: "I leave a trace of my soul to live in the fantasy world for two purposes."
"First, I want to wait until a Buddhist disciple who is outstanding enough can answer my questions."
"Second, use this to protect the safety of the sect."
"According to my original intention, you can get in but not get out."
"But you have that peach stone, I can't kill you."
"This is your luck. You are destined to escape this disaster."
Having said this, he smiled with relief and spread his palms.
The string of sandalwood beads that he randomly moved flew to Suning, emitting a soft yellow light.
The young monk sighed with emotion: "The descendants will have their own blessings, but the predecessors have nothing to do with it."
"I, it's really time to go."
"I owe you a favor for solving my doubts."
"This string of bracelets is given to you to express my gratitude. We owe nothing to each other."
Suning cupped his fists and said, "Just say goodbye."
The little monk smiled and pointed to the center of his eyebrows.
The body collapsed and turned into bursts of blue smoke.
The bodhi tree full of fruits shortened inch by inch, and its branches shook violently.
The fantasy world disappeared, and the place where Suning stood was still in the dark cave.
The only thing that really existed was the string of sandalwood beads, which he held tightly in his hand.
"call."
Breathing out turbid breath, Suning carefully felt the mystery inside the beads.
Eighteen beads, fifteen are extremely mediocre.
But three of them actually contain secret techniques not taught by Buddhism.
They are "Manjusri's White Elephant Technique", "Arhat's Golden Body Technique" and the foundation of Buddhism's "Public Deliverance of All Living Beings".
Two kills and one defense, its power is self-evident.
Suning was surprised and happy, and quickly placed it close to her body.
Is this the best time to understand the secret technique? He must first determine the location of the earth soul.
The two paths obviously represent the two forbidden areas in the mountains behind Buddhism.
Where exactly it leads to, he doesn't know.
The Bodhi tree allowed him to meet the Buddhist monks from 2,300 years ago, the remaining souls of the true fairyland.
What about the humanoid statue standing on the left? What kind of weird tricks does it contain?
After hesitating for a moment, Suning finally chose not to touch it.
He walked sideways into the passage on the right, and his figure was swallowed by darkness.
The path is winding and winding, a bit like a mountain road with eighteen bends.
Suning stopped and walked, "watching" the front closely.
Forty minutes later, he came to an empty cave.
Looking around, hundreds of tombs of equal sizes appear in front of us.
In front of each tomb, there is a jade tombstone.
Engraved on it are the name of the deceased, the year of his birth, and the day of his death.
From successive generations of presiding officers to elders, to direct disciples who have made great contributions to Buddhism.
Suning scanned them one by one and sighed silently.
Many people here have stepped into the seventeenth level of the force.
Because of the lack of the air of creation to wash away mortal flesh and bones, they eventually returned to dust.
Suning felt sad and couldn't help but think of herself.
How will he go in the future? How should he go?
Should he silently wait for death like these Buddhist monks, or should he "inherit" Jiuyang's legacy, steal the six-vein earth soul, and ascend in the daytime?
There is only the last breath of creation left in the land of China for one person to achieve an immortal body.
If he leaves, what will happen to Lingxi?
Third uncle, of the Kunlun lineage.
There are also family members whom he can't bear to leave the most and cannot worry about.
