Xumi Temple's sailing speed increased, like riding the wind and waves.
Zhang Ruochen put away all his thoughts, unwrapped the "Sixth Patriarch's Buddhist Explanation of Zen" wrapped around him, and looked at it carefully.
The picture shows a kind-faced monk sitting under a bodhi tree, with a smile on his face and slightly parted lips, as if he is telling some kind of Buddhism in this world.
His monk's robe is exposed and his feet are bare. He is not so solemn, but looks like a Maitreya.
Every line in the painting is consistent with the context of space and contains countless spatial inscriptions.
Previously, the holy blood flowing from Zhang Ruochen's eyes and ears polluted the Buddha's image, but now the blood stains have disappeared and blended with the image.
It was the touch of blood that caused the scroll to emit Buddha light and condense into the appearance of the Sixth Patriarch.
"Isn't it the same as the "Qiankun Sacred Tree Picture", there is an inner world inside this picture? Is it true that the Sixth Patriarch is not dead and is in this picture?"
Zhang Ruochen mobilized his mental power and injected it into the place to investigate.
Mental energy cannot enter the picture.
He also used holy energy to activate it, but he still couldn't open the inner space or the door to space. In the end, he had to give up.
On the scroll, the Buddha's light and Buddha's voice gradually dissipated.
"The Sixth Patriarch has died long ago and has been transformed into 84,000 relics. It is impossible that he is still alive. However, this scroll is remarkable. It must be the handiwork of a holy monk. The phantom of the Buddha's light that appears can actually explode into the Sixth Patriarch. His Buddha body and power can scare away gods of the Ghost Lord¡¯s level.¡±
Without the Buddha's body and power, the ghost master and the immortal vampire gods would not be so frightened.
Zhang Ruochen thought for a while, then took the initiative to cut his wrist and drip some blood onto the scroll.
"Wow!"
The lines on the scroll became bright again, blooming with brilliant Buddha light.
The Buddha's light once again condensed into the appearance of the Sixth Patriarch.
At the same time, the subtle voice of Buddha sounded in Zhang Ruochen's ears. Only he could hear it, and there was no sound from the outside world.
Zhang Ruochen dragged his chin, a strange light appeared in his eyes, and said to himself: "In the future, maybe I can use this scroll to scare some gods who want to kill me. It's a good trump card!"
Put away the "Six ancestors' Interpretation of Zen Map".
Zhang Ruochen carried the body of Saint Monk Xumi in the pit back to the main hall.
It¡¯s just a wreckage, but it¡¯s heavier than a planet. Even with Zhang Ruochen¡¯s cultivation level, it¡¯s quite difficult to carry it.
Afterwards, Zhang Ruochen unfolded "The Picture of the Sixth Patriarch's Buddhist Interpretation of Zen", dripped blood into it, sat cross-legged next to the picture, and listened carefully to the sound of the Buddha that came to his ears.
Whether it is the Sixth Patriarch or the Holy Monk Sumeru, they are all at the level of "Buddha".
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Therefore, the Buddha¡¯s voice in the scroll, whether it is the voice of the Sixth Patriarch or the voice of the holy monk Xumi, is worthy of understanding.
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There is no day or night in Xumi Temple, and there is no sun or moon in the sky above your head.
Time passes by, and I don¡¯t know how many years have passed.
Zhang Ruochen didn't know what era he had returned to. He only heard a loud "bang" and space and time violently oscillated again.
"What's going on? Did another war break out and affect the course of time? It's not easy to go back to the past."
Zhang Ruochen woke up and immediately walked out of the hall.
He looked around and saw that in front of the long river of time, a majestic temple erupted with powerful time power, tearing a crack in the long river.
The temple is on the opposite side of the gap, and Zhang Ruochen can only see a corner.
To give an example, Xumi Temple is a stowaway boat. Zhang Ruochen can only stay in the boat, unable to see the scenery outside and not knowing where he has arrived.
Now, someone on the shore discovered the ship, and tore a hole in the wall of the ship.
Through this opening, people on the shore saw Zhang Ruochen in the boat.
Zhang Ruochen in the boat also saw the scene outside the boat through this opening.
At this moment, through this opening, Zhang Ruochen could see a corner of this era, only the temple, and only a part of the temple.
"To be able to discover the Sumeru Temple on the long river of time, it must be the Temple of Time. At this moment, the master of the Temple of Time must also be a super terrifying strong man."
Even the Temple of Time seems to only be able to survive long periods of time.? Come to rescue him and open up a way for him to go to the past.
Or die here.
"Are those powerful ancestors in the history of the Temple of Destiny so afraid of me condensing a first-class holy will? I may not be able to succeed, nor may I be able to practice to the highest level, nor may I do anything to the Temple of Destiny. I just want to return to the Temple of Destiny. It's just to save my father, but how about killing them all like this? Can you give me a little hope?" Zhang Ruochen said to himself.
"Boom."
Thirty-six stone tablets, carrying infinite magical power, break through time and space and fly into the long river of time.
Thirty-six stone tablets smashed the will-o'-the-wisp skulls, and then bombarded the Gate of Destiny blocking the front, shattering it into pieces and exploding into tiny specks of light.
The river channel in front was opened, and Xumi Temple continued to sail.
Zhang Ruochen looked towards the direction where the thirty-six stone tablets were flying away, and saw a handsome man with disheveled hair and stubble, walking alone in a yellow desert, striding like stars, holding a stone knife in his hand, and possessing a powerful demonic power. , masculine and domineering.
Thirty-six pieces of "Stone Carvings of Heavenly Demon" flew back into his body.
"Thank you, Lord Demon." Zhang Ruochen cupped his fists and saluted.
The devil couldn't hear his voice, it seemed like he had just done something insignificant. He held the knife, his eyes were sharp, and his murderous intent was as sharp as frost. He wanted to do something big.
As time and space recovered, the desert and the demon disappeared together in Zhang Ruochen's eyes.
Zhang Ruochen felt sad in his heart. Along the way, he saw the Great Master, the Confucian Patriarch, the Heavenly Demon, and some other mythical characters. They all amazed an era and left behind legends, but unfortunately they all died in the long river of time.
Even after countless Yuanhui, there are still traces of their past left in the world. This is already very remarkable and will be praised by future generations of monks for eternity.
Why can he, Zhang Ruochen, smile at their grace in the long river of time?
It¡¯s just an opportunity obtained by the saintly monk¡¯s martyrdom.
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