Looking at the abbot Xuanci, Su Cheng's calm state of mind, at this moment, it is inevitable that suddenly a little bit of emotion was born.

It was not because of anything else, but the abbot Xuanci in front of him, who was already very old at this moment.

Although he has reached the realm of a master, his own state of mind is already old.

For master masters, the problem of age is not that big, master masters can live up to three hundred years old, but often the average master will die at the age of one or two hundred.

If you say why, then your "heart" is getting old.

When the state of mind is old, it is really old.

Just like the long-lived son, even if he has spent a thousand years in the world of heart robbery, he can guarantee that the person with the original heart and Dao heart can have how much in the world?

Abbot Xuanci has experienced too much!

Although he had experienced a lot, he didn't really see through it.

Although it has reached the level of looking at mountains but not mountains and looking at water not water, it has not reached the point of "looking at mountains or mountains and looking at water or water" after all.

So even if he is a master master, it is still inevitable that he will die because of his old heart.

However, Su Cheng only sighed for the impermanence of the world.

Because of the longevity, Su Cheng at this moment has long been able to see through life and death. And the Buddha's heart is firm, even more so than the long-born son.

Naturally, it will not be affected by this incident.

Facing the words of Abbot Xuanci, Su Cheng said: "For more than ten years, things have changed like a day, compared with the world, but there is only a drop in the ocean, so why sigh impermanence."

Abbot Xuanci nodded slightly and sighed: "Yes, life is only a hundred years, and there is really too little left for heaven and earth. Dharma Zang, Lao Na has a question, I wonder if you can answer me sincerely?"

Su Cheng said: "Master Abbot, please speak."

Abbot Xuanci asked, "Master Kongwen, uncle... does he really exist?"

Su Cheng was not surprised by his question.

After the vision just now, although the Shaolin monks may not have reacted much, the abbot Xuanci must be able to perceive it somewhat.

He recited the name of the Buddha and said: "For the Shaolin Temple today, it doesn't really matter who exists or not."

"I know this naturally." Abbot Xuanci said, "But, I still want to figure it out. Dharma Zang, I hope you can tell Lao Na sincerely."

When Abbot Xuanci asked, a bit of worry suddenly appeared in his eyes, as if he was nervous and anxious.

Looking at his eyes, Su Cheng was silent for a moment, and then said: "Naturally, it has existed."

Hearing his answer, Abbot Xuanci's eyes suddenly became more relieved, and he said with satisfaction: "This is good, so good..."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked slowly towards the inner courtyard.

As the sun sets, Abbot Xuanci's body looks very lonely and lonely.

Su Cheng shook her head slightly: "idiot..."

Abbot Xuanci's life was dedicated to Shaolin Temple. Perhaps at this moment, Shaolin Temple is everything for him, including the first ones.

They are obviously eminent monks, and many of them see through the world. But still caught in law enforcement!

Perhaps, in terms of identity and appearance, Su Cheng seems to have no reason to judge them.

But in terms of cultivation base, mood, and actual age, Su Cheng at this moment has this qualification.

From this moment, he knew that the monks of Shaolin Temple and him would be people of two worlds and two levels.

But in fact, this hasn't changed in the first place.

In the past, he and the monks of Shaolin Temple also existed in two worlds. It's just that the current position has changed. If it is really a pity, it may be the first one in Shaolin Temple.

When he first came to Shaolin Temple, Su Cheng didn't understand anything. He only thought that a limited number of old monks cared about him, but now he got Tianertong and Hexintong.

Only then did Su Cheng really know that, in fact, she is a scripture-watching monk that nobody really cares about.

This group of old monks cared about their future, was gratified with their talents and achievements, and their kindness to find a way out for themselves.

Su Cheng remembered all of them in his heart, which is also an important reason why he is willing to stay in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion until now.

But now I finally achieved something. The first ones of Shaolin Temple will surely be very gratifying, but presumably, when the bird is flying by itself, no one is expecting it to spread its wings.

"Amitabha, the pure mind is not elsewhere, but in the delusion of sentient beings. Purity is the Buddha, and obsession is also the Buddha, and all minds are Buddhas."

Su Cheng said from the language.

After a while, he waved his hand slightly: "Don't look, Xiao Zi, Xiao Bai, I'll wait for you to go back."

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Yu Yu Tianbi travels to the palace, on the central four islands, accompanied by four huge ancient monuments floating, the ancestor of Fang Xiandao holding a phoenix feather, looking around.

"Why...why, why can't any road go through!? What the hell, what the world's avenue is like!"

Founder Fang Xiandao looked at the inscription on the ancient stele in front of him, and couldn't help but roar loudly.

How long has it been... He doesn't know how long it has been. But so many times, but there is no trace of understanding!

Not only that, but he felt that his consciousness had fallen into a certain obsession, even if he had a phoenix feather in his hand, it would be difficult to detach it! !

Now he can't easily break away from the four phantom formations of the unknown ancient stele. Because once he can't break through and detach himself, then when he retreats, his mind will collapse and he will die!

"Ah!!! I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled to the world for 2,700 years. Why can't my talent for 2,700 years be better than the work of those ants in a few days!? I am not willing to die here! !"

Fang Xiandao ancestor opened his hands impressively, and immediately, an extremely powerful storm was set off around him, endless feathers flying between the sky and the earth, each one flying around like a sharp sword.

The feathers stirred up huge waves, and at the same time, regardless of each other, even his own body had penetrated thousands of times.

Severe pain continued to gush from the bottom of his heart, making his body tremble.

"How... how come, stop! Why is my true essence like this...!!!"

Patriarch Fang Xiandao discovered with horror that he could no longer control his power.

Yes, the true essence of the ecumenization of the Great Wuxiang Divine Art is now under the phantom array, and it has become uncontrollable when it rushes away!

"Do not!!"

Patriarch Fang Xiandao roared bitterly, but no matter how he manipulated it, the result was of no avail!

The feathers around him were gradually dyed red with blood, and then turned black.

After not knowing how many times he has experienced this "torture of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart", his eyes gradually became absent, as if dead gray. Not only that, but his soul gradually began to dissipate.

Yes, after a year of torture, he is now on the verge of death!

However, at this moment...