Because of the characteristics of the Aura of the Beast, Su Cheng didn't care much about the Aura of the Beast. After all, his own cultivation base, both quantitatively and qualitatively, surpassed the power of Rui Beast Yuan.

What's more, if you absorb the essence of auspicious beasts, and you "restore your cultivation base", you may also attract attention.

Therefore, Su Cheng bestowed all the essence of auspicious beasts on the snake king and the white fox. During these two hundred years, their cultivation base will rise steadily, even reaching today's Taiyi Divine Realm!

Following the snake king's protection, Su Cheng passed the back mountain, then slowly descended from the sky, and landed in front of the stupa.

Compared with two hundred years ago, the stupa at this time is unguarded.

The seals above have all been eroded.

Not to mention that around the stupa, there are already weeds, and the entire pagoda is covered by vines.

In fact, Tallinn has long been deserted. After the death of the current Shaolin monks, they will not be buried in Tallinn, even the Abbot Xuanzai chose cremation this time.

After cremation, the ashes of his corpse would be scattered in the sea.

Unless there is a relic after the death of an eminent monk, he will choose to keep it safe.

However, it is generally placed in the newly built "relic house" a hundred years ago instead of Tallinn.

Seeing the stupa that was already in a barren land in front of him, Su Cheng was full of emotion.

There are still two solitary graves in front of the stupa. These two solitary graves are the two gods and monks of Shaolin Temple, the two masters of "Hui Jue" and "Hui Wu"!

Of course, these two masters passed away as early as one hundred and fifty years ago.

Su Cheng walked forward, because of his current merit, as long as he wanted to, the seal of the stupa would naturally not be able to stop him.

So he slowly entered the tower, and then moved up one layer after another.

One, two, and three floors. When he stepped into the eighth floor, a chill appeared.

Although he was immediately resisted by the power of merit, Su Cheng knew that the man realized that he was coming...

Yes it is.

Blood ancestor!

Although, two hundred years later, great changes have taken place in Shaolin Temple, stupa, or this long and muddy world.

But the blood ancestor has not changed at all!

"You came…"

The blood ancestor's voice rang. I don't know when, he was not as cold and arrogant as before, nor did he have the madness when Su Cheng understood the method of Buddhahood. Instead, he was able to talk with Su Cheng quite plainly.

"I'm coming."

The blood ancestor's voice seemed to be a little nostalgic: "Eighty years have passed...Is it?"

"Yes, don't you miss me a little? Are you not afraid that I will recite the Shakya Meditation Curse again?" Su Cheng asked.

The blood ancestor sneered and said: "Although I really hate your scriptures, but I want you to come over."

"Why?" Su Cheng seemed to be taken aback.

The blood ancestor said: "Because every time you appear, you have told me that the demon lord is about to recover, no... as early as two hundred years ago, I already felt the power of the demon lord. The demon lord must have been revived."

Su Cheng pondered slightly.

Sure enough, the black lotus that destroys the world is the power of the demon lord Bo Xun...

Well, look at the expectations of the blood ancestors over the years.

Could it be said that the "behind-the-scenes man" who manipulated Fang Xiandao's ancestor was the demon lord Bo Xun?

"Little bald donkey, although for me

, Eighty years is nothing. But for you, this is already a long time, right? How about, how many old bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple died? "

Blood Ancestor asked, his eyes showed some expectation, as if he hoped to see the loneliness in Su Cheng's eyes.

However, it is obvious that Su Cheng will not be like this: "Amitabha, you should know that I have been through the'living' robbery, little monk. What do these things have to do with me?"

Seeing Su Cheng's calmness, there was no disappointment in the eyes of the blood ancestors, but a bit of ridicule appeared: "Huh, your Buddhist bald donkeys are like this. It's just that you are incompetent and can't keep wanting. It’s just the people who keep it, but I just want to find some excuse. Everything is like a dream bubble, it's just self-comfort."

"Even if it is really a dream bubble, as long as it is what you want, then try to get it. This is the right way. If it is the ancestor I want him to live, even if he wants to die, I will let him continue. Stay alive, no matter what method you use..."

The blood ancestor said disdainfully.

Seeing his appearance, Su Cheng smiled slightly, not caring.

He has listened to such remarks a lot, and he is too lazy to refute and debate. Just like the former abbot of Xuanci, the so-called difficulty for sentient beings to save others.

This blood ancestor has his own world, so if he is obsessed with not realizing it, even if Su Cheng forcibly changes his concept, it will be of no avail.

Moreover, this time Su Cheng came here, not for debate.

"King Pixue Shura, the little monk came here this time not to argue with you. He wants to make a bet with you," Su Cheng said.

"bet?"

The blood ancestor was startled: "Do you bald donkeys also want to bet?"

"Not bad."

Su Cheng said: "The bet is you, King Shura."

Blood Ancestor said: "Me?"

Su Cheng nodded and said, "If King Shura can win the bet, the little monk will release you from the stupa."

The blood ancestor asked, "What if it can't?"

"If it can't, I think King Shura will naturally no longer exist in this world by then, and the little monk's doubts can be solved." Su Cheng said.

The blood ancestor's eyes flickered slightly: "Hehe, you say that, ancestor I am a little curious. Then let's talk about it, what bet?"

Su Cheng paused and asked, "The Buddha Sakyamuni of my Saha world has had several matches with the lord of your demons, Da Zizai, the king Bo Xun. King Shura has lived from ancient times to the present day. Demon, I must have asked the heart in the last Lingshan battle. King Shura should have known it?"

When the blood ancestor heard this, there seemed to be a somewhat meaningful brilliance in his deep eyes, and said: "Of course I know. Not only do I know, old...I also went to Lingshan with the Demon Lord in person!"

"Oh? So, in that case, are you very clear about that match?" Su Cheng asked.

The blood ancestor said: "Of course."

Su Cheng asked: "What's the result?"

The blood ancestor proudly said: "Sakyamuni, I have lost!"

Su Cheng paused for a while, and after a while, said: "The little monk heard from the Buddhist scriptures. At the beginning, there were two contests between the demon lord and the Buddha, but Bo Xun lost to the Buddha."

The blood ancestor sneered and said: "So what? Sakyamuni's heart is defeated, just like the demon lord said, even his disciples have fallen...huh."

When the blood ancestor said here, Su Cheng's heart suddenly moved. Immediately afterwards, the blood ancestor seemed to have realized something, and he snorted coldly, and then decisively asked: "Little bald donkey, what are you doing?"

Su Cheng's eyes turned slightly, without asking more, she said with ease: "It's very simple, what I want to bet on is the demon lord and the Buddha...Who is the loser and who wins."

"Oh?"