Chapter 1230: Chapter 45: Chi Chanzi (Part 2)
And now, the dream is finally fulfilled.
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The Red Pearl Cicada Country is the most renowned Pocket World of the Buddhist sect.
Its status is equivalent to the "Xuanshui Cave Heaven" of Da Sui Sword Palace, or the "Heavenly Origin Secret Realm" of the Taoist sect.
The Zen Master has secluded himself here.
Although Fan Yin Temple has not yet announced the Zen Master’s death to the world... many have already guessed the truth.
The three strongest figures of that year, who were neck and neck.
Zhao Chunyang and Xiao Yaozi have already appeared.
But the Zen Master remains untraceable.
In these two years, the temples of Fan Yin Temple, except the Main Sect, have been reduced by ninety percent by the Iron Cavalry. Encountering such changes, the Zen Master still doesn’t show up... if it isn’t death, what else could it be?
Only to see.
The vast Buddha Country, shrouded in Holy Light, like being enveloped in a thick fog...
This should have been a scene of sacred grandeur, but at this mont it inexplicably exudes an aura of withered silence and desolation.
Xie Xuanyi stepped into the Buddha Country.
The first thing he saw was not far ahead, a skeleton as white as jade.
The skeleton remains seated, posture very correct.
However...
The owner of the skeleton has been dead for a long ti.
Ti has stripped away all the flesh from this skeleton, but could not age it, damage it, or produce a single trace of wear.
Perhaps it is because of practicing Buddhist Law in life.
The position of the skull of this skeleton.
A faint light fire burns.
"This is ’Shi Chanzi’."
A calm voice sounded from behind Xie Xuanyi.
"He was the first disciple taken in by my Master, he’s my senior brother. Lived to be one hundred and one years old, willingly entered the Red Pearl Cicada Country, burnt out his flesh and blood."
Xie Xuanyi slowly turned his head.
He saw a scene that made one’s heart tremble.
Only to see the thick fog swaying and breaking, a long path gradually laid out and outlined, at both ends of this road drawn by Holy Light and fog, lamps are burning one by one. Of course, these lamps are not lamps, but skeletons maintaining an upright posture, ditating and burning.
On the tops of these skulls, Buddhist chanting lingers, turning into runes, igniting the void fire.
At the end of the path.
Sits a young monk.
Chi Chanzi is younger than Xie Xuanyi imagined.
Two hundred years have passed.
Because he has already Condensed Dao Yang God, ti has left no trace on the face of this Great Virtue of the Buddhist sect. He was born with an innocent child’s face, but because he has lived too long, his clear eyes emit a faint sorrow.
Counting the previous Shi Chanzi.
The long path has a total of eleven lamps, eleven skeletons.
The Zen Master has eleven disciples in total.
These void lamps, skeletons... correspond one by one to them.
"..."
Xie Xuanyi suddenly understood the source of this sorrow. He had seen the exact sa sorrow in Xuan Ming’s eyes.
Witnessing one’s own relatives, brothers, leave this world one by one, while being powerless oneself...
This should be the most painful thing in the world.
Partings due to life and death are the greatest iron law of the world.
Even Heavenly People cannot stop this iron law.
Xuan Ming in the Primordial Swallowing Sacred Realm, saw off all his "old friends".
Chi Chanzi... likewise.
In the era two or three hundred years ago, when Primordial Energy was exhausted, wanting to Condense Dao was an even harder task than ascending to heaven.
Even though these senior brothers had extraordinary talents.
But in the end, they all failed, only he succeeded.
"Senior."
Xie Xuanyi respectfully spoke.
He stood at the entrance of the long path, looking at Chi Chanzi in a big red monk robe, at the end of the long path, behind Chi Chanzi, the origin of the mist, seed to place a huge coffin.
Is that... the Zen Master’s coffin?
"Xie Xuanyi, we et again."
Chi Chanzi forced a smile: "Congratulations to you, for living to this day... it truly is no easy feat..."
The last eting.
Should be twenty years ago?
Xie Xuanyi’s eyes swept over with a complex expression.
Over these twenty years, indeed a lot has happened, returning alive from the North Sea, was not an easy feat.
"The moon waxes till it wanes, the Dao wanes till it waxes."
Xie Xuanyi spoke softly: "The Zen Master’s parting words, Xuanyi still rembers in my heart. This phrase, very useful."
"Is that so..."
Chi Chanzi slowly stood up.
He suddenly asked: "Do you know why I want to et you today?"
This question, Xie Xuanyi had thought about.
Is it because of the affair at Xuanbei Pass, since he showed up, a thank you?
No.
Unlikely.
Not to say Chi Chanzi "does not understand gratitude
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