"Who would have thought that one day, the three of us could sit together like we do now and feel the smoke in the dust?"

Zhang Ruochen, Chi Yao, and Kong Lanyou sit on the second floor of a theater in a city in the world of Qiankun. On the table are clear tea and ginkgo.

On the stage, the old and young singing operas were all mortals.

They have no idea that they are living in a picture scroll now, let alone that this world was almost destroyed not long ago.

The years are quiet, because someone is carrying a heavy load.

Kong Lanyou's white hair is frosty, beautiful and faint, and said: "In fact, this is good. You don't need to bear resentment or suffer the pain you inflict on yourself. The world is bustling, but the heart is peaceful and peaceful, with a sense of interest. A thousand years of experience. How can pain and suffering be worth even a day's happiness?"

Chi Yao obviously didn't approve of this, and said, "You want to be a person in the picture too? One day, I don't know how to die? I can't enjoy this kind of peace and tranquility! Over the years, I have been fighting, not wanting to go. What are you fighting for, just to fight for a way to survive. Zhang Ruochen, what do you say?"

Kong Lanyou's gaze also turned to him.

Does this want him to choose a way of living?

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to choose, and smiled: "What can I say and what I should say, you have already said!"

Chi Yao obviously didn't want to let him go easily, and said: "Do you want to be a mortal again? Don't you fight anymore?"

"What are you fighting for?" Zhang Ruochen pretended not to know.

Chi Yao said: "For this world, fight for a future."

"The so-called world, isn't it you?" Zhang Ruochen said.

This is really numb, but it is very effective. Any woman who hears it, even if she knows it is a lie, is sweet in her heart.

Chi Yao's eyes softened, and she stared at the past complainingly, and said: "Then for our own future, don't we fight for it?"

"Struggle, of course. But, you have to agree first, and then you will listen to me. You can no longer make propositions or deceive me. We must trust each other." Zhang Ruochen said.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen seemed to cheer up, Chi Yao didn't hesitate, and said, "Okay! I promise you."

"You swear first." Zhang Ruochen said.

Chi Yao noticed something and said: "I don't think there is any need to swear, right?"

"It is necessary, and in the name of Qingdi and Taishang, they will not die if they violate the oath." Zhang Ruochen said.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen so serious, Kong Lanyou also felt a little bit of awareness.

Zhang Ruochen must be planning something, otherwise, it is impossible to force Chi Yao to make such a poisonous oath.

Chi Yao obviously realized this, and said: "The emperor is in charge of a realm, and the people of all races worship, what kind of identity, what kind of cultivation base, I want to listen to you completely...What is our relationship, why should I listen to you?"

"As for the second point you mentioned, it is also very difficult, because the emperor is used to making decisions for himself."

"The third and fourth points, the emperor completely agrees. We really need to re-cultivation of trust in each other. This is the most precious thing we have lost over the years."

"So, what do you want to do, just say it!"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head, stood up, and said, "No! If you don't agree to my terms, if you don't swear, I won't say a word."

"Huh!"

Zhang Ruochen's figure disappeared in the theater, appeared under the **** tree, walked into the fountain of life, and healed his injuries.

After a while, Chi Yao came to the fountain of life, looked at Zhang Ruochen lying on the water, and said: "You have won! The emperor can promise you, as long as what you want to do is reasonable and does not challenge my bottom line. I can listen to you."

"How could I do something unreasonable?" Zhang Ruochen said with his eyes closed.

Chi Yao said: "I heard that the God of Blood has been helping you to marry. There are not one thousand people, but eight hundred. The emperor is not worthy to make irresponsible remarks, but this matter will eventually affect Kunlun and Kong Le. , The emperor said that he must take some actions."

One mouthful and one "owner", obviously Chi Yao wanted to be strong when discussing terms and fighting for rights.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Needless to say, what you said is very reasonable, so take an oath as you say!"

"I, Chi Yao, swear in the name of the father, Emperor Qing, that from now on, we will trust Zhang Ruochen and will not deceive. If there is a disagreement between the two, as long as Zhang Ruochen does something in accordance with morality and justice, it is not for self-interest. If I am lost by desire, I can listen to him. If I break this oath, the Father Qing Emperor and I will be burned, and the gods will be destroyed."

For all monks, life is better than death if one's cultivation base is abolished.

Although Zhang Ruochen pretended to be calm and calm, Chi Yao felt the pain and unwillingness in his heart.

As long as Zhang Ruochen can cheer up again, Chi Yao doesn't mind and promises him any conditions.

After Chi Yao took the oath, he said: "Now, you can speak bluntly, right?"

"No hurry, recuperate for a while." Zhang Ruochen said.

Half a day later.

Zhang Ruochen walked out of the fountain of life, without water dripping on his body, and said, "Let's go!"

"Where to go?" Chi Yao asked.

"Come with me."

Zhang Ruochen's figure is like electricity, cast like wind, and walked towards the Bodhi tree at the end of the sky.

Chi Yao, the curious Kong Lanyou, and the burial of the golden white tiger, hurriedly followed.

The Bodhi tree growing in the "Sixth Patriarch Shizhan Tu" is taller than the sacred tree, and the area covered by branches and leaves reaches thousands of miles, like a golden cloud cover.

Enter this piece of buddha realm, between heaven and earth, flying golden rain.

On the ground, there are all kinds of rare Buddha's holy medicines and exotic flowers.

Swamps are everywhere, Buddha springs are like golden rivers that shuttle across the earth, dotted with lakes.

In the distance, the Bodhi tree is huge and shocking, but also exudes powerful power, showing that it is a real sacred tree. I don't know how many Yuanhuis have grown.

"Here, it's like a Buddhist divine realm. Here you can definitely understand the Avenue of Gods." Kong Lanyou's eyes were full of vigor, and she sighed incomparably.

Chi Yao said: "This land is very old, and its structure is strong, and it can nurture rare and exotic treasures. It is not drawn by painting. This land and the linden tree should have been moved to the picture scroll from somewhere else. Inner space."

"It's a corner of the Sixth Ancestor Divine Realm World." Zhang Ruochen made such a judgment.

"It is indeed very likely."

Chi Yao said: "If this is the case, this volume of "Six Patriarchs Shi Zen Tu" is simply an invaluable treasure, representing the world of a Buddha's realm. Even if it is only a corner, it is no small matter.

"When the sixth ancestor passed away, the holy monk was likely to stay aside." Zhang Ruochen said.

Across the golden river and swamp, they gradually approached the trunk of the linden tree.

The divine power has become stronger and stronger, and the rules in the space have all become golden Sanskrit. From Sanskrit, this world is supported, and the sound of chanting, bells, footsteps, and human voices are derived.

Under the Bodhi tree, there is a stone platform that is as clean as jade.

The stone platform is not regular or peculiar, but it is moist and smooth and does not stain dust.

Just looking at the stone platform makes people feel calm and can instantly enter the mysterious and mysterious state of enlightenment.

However, Zhang Ruochen didn't look at the stone platform closely, but looked at the golden Buddha sitting on the stone platform. He has a huge body, kind eyebrows and good eyes, barefoot smiling, topless, and the light of Buddha flowing around him.

That power, that Buddha's aggregate, can subdue all living beings in the world.

"It's the sixth ancestor. This... is this his golden body of the Buddha?" Chi Yao couldn't calm down, and hurriedly bowed.

Zhang Ruochen also bowed and said: "When the sixth ancestor sat and transformed, the golden body was transformed into 84,000 relics. Among them, 83,990 relics, at the moment of birth, It is transformed into the legendary Buddha's most precious mirror table. The remaining ten Buddha relics are stored in the top ten sacred places of the Buddha. Therefore, the sixth ancestor has no golden body, only the bright mirror table."

The gazes of Chi Yao and Kong Lanyou all moved to the stone platform under the sixth ancestor, and there was speculation in their hearts.

Zhang Ruochen can't believe it. The legendary Mingjingtai is in the "Sixth Patriarch of Zen". However, in addition to the power of the Mingjingtai, what other treasure can manifest the golden figure of the Sixth Patriarch?

Moreover, the power and Buddha's accumulation formed by the golden Buddha's shadow can frighten the existence of the great **** level and cannot see through it.

Only the power of the Mirror Platform can do it.

Zhang Ruochen believes that when he used the "Six Patriarchs of Zen Tu" to intimidate the ghost master and the great **** of Jin Ju, the golden Buddha figure that appeared before was also this one.

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly: "I think this is the back hand of the holy monk. We have not only the holy monk, but also the sixth ancestor who sat down because of serious injuries."

Chi Yao was quite puzzled by the meaning of Zhang Ruochen's words, and said, "The holy monk's second hand?"

Zhang Ruochen nodded, and walked towards Mingjingtai and the golden Buddha figure of the Sixth Patriarch.

Chi Yao and Kong Lanyou wanted to keep up, but they were blocked by the golden Sanskrit and couldn't force it.

Walked under the huge body of the Sixth Patriarch's Golden Buddha Shadow~lightnovelpub.net~ Zhang Ruochen stretched out a finger, pointed it up, and hit the Buddha's finger.

"Boom!"

The golden Buddha figure broke apart and turned into a golden vortex.

In the whirlpool, the sound of swords rang, and the seven swords were flying.

"It's Jianzu's seven-handled soul sword, and it's actually kept in the golden Buddha shadow of the sixth ancestor. And...that's the broken **** source..." Chi Yao exclaimed.

Bright spots of light emerged in the golden vortex, shining like stars.

It is the fragment of God's source.

There are ten layers of broken sky, turned into ruined walls, like the ruins of a temple, floating in a Tongtian River composed of regular **** patterns. In the Tongtian River, there are still the marks of the gods flickering, and there are spirits floating like white mist.

Both Chi Yao and Kong Lanyou were extremely happy.

"Qing Zu thought that he had done it himself, and he would have completely destroyed your cultivation base. However, he did not expect that he still miscalculated. Mingjingtai and "Six Zu Shizhan Tu" will save your cultivation base. He will eventually I still lost to the sixth ancestor and the holy monk!" Chi Yao was in a good mood, and the gloom in her heart was gone.

Zhang Ruochen was actually entering the inner world of the "Six Patriarchs of Zen Tu", and he sensed the aura of his own spirit, source, soul sword..., but knew that these were useless at all.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the golden vortex above and said: "The Sixth Patriarch and the Holy Monk, I can’t say that I won. I can only say that after death, they still fought with Qing Pao a draw. My **** source is broken, even if it is recondensed. Can't continue to practice, can only maintain the realm of the lower god. But..."

"But I can pass on the cultivation base of my life, let you do the 33rd Heaven, do what you want to do, fight, fight, with my will, to realize the sixth ancestor and the sage The future the monk is looking forward to. Yaoyao! This is my plan!"

Zhang Ruochen turned to look at Chi Yao, with a calm but firm expression.

...

There is still a chapter today.