Super Elation Under the Sun

There are no more and no less monks in the world, but after all, there are few who are as famous as Chanzi, and there are not any as handsome as him.

Lying on the railing, Gu Yuan looked at the big ships that were going away. He had a complicated expression. He didn't know what he was thinking. There are many big ships going to sea these days, and there are many monks on board. Even more, there are occasional big ships in the depths of the North Sea. The news of the overturning, some places in the North Sea are deep, but there are hidden reefs. The big ship will not know it, and it will sink. Unless it is a magic weapon that has been refined for a long time, you can not care about those on the ship. Monk, if the big ship is destroyed, he should not be able to return from the depths of the North Sea by the air machine, so the ship was destroyed and people died.

Chanzi is a Buddhist monk, and even a young man with the same fame as Gu Yuan. Hearing these news, he always feels a little sad. He knows not to persuade the monks who went to sea to salvage the holy pill, so he can only recite the death a few times a day. through.

He was born with cleverness and profound Buddhism. There are no scriptures in the Lingshan Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that he can't understand. It's just that he reads very few rebirth scriptures. At first, he was a little jerky, but now, this is not the case.

Gu Yuan still looked at the distance, and just asked softly: "Knowing that those things are very likely to be found, but they are still carrying the risk of losing their lives at sea to find alchemy. What do they think?"

Zenzi looked at the sea, folded his hands together and chanted Amitabha in a low voice, and then softly explained, "Most of them are from humble backgrounds. They are not the gatekeepers of the academy or Shenxieshan. They didn't get much. Now they have a chance. Naturally, I have to fight for it. The monks in the world want to go farther. As for the monks who were born in Shenxie Mountain and Xuegong, they may not be loved by their teachers on weekdays, and they have lived a bit of suffering. After going to sea, if you can really find a holy pill, you can naturally change the situation. Even in the future, you will not become the most respected disciple on the mountain, but you will not get less than before."

"So anyway, they went to sea just for a word of desire."

Having said that, Chanzi turned his head to look at Gu Yuan, and whispered: "Everyone has desires, monks who do not move, probably just feel that the temptation of this thing is not big enough, so we are like this."

Gu Yuan is the seed of academy and the most talented person among the younger generation in the academy. Even if he has not yet clearly fallen to a certain saint, his life in the academy is very comfortable, in the library under the control of Zhou Xuance There were many things better than the Holy Pill in her magical instruments, so she was not interested in the Holy Pill, it was normal.

The Zenzi is a disciple of Lingshan. Although outsiders don't know how the inheritance in Buddhism is carried out, since the Zenzi is a Zenzi, no one can see the holy pill.

Gu Yuan suddenly asked: "It is said that you have a lot of knowledge, what exactly is a holy pill?"

Chanzi knows a lot about this kind of things, it's true, because Chanzi said that he had read many books, and then Gu Yuan believed it, because the monks didn't say anything.

Zenzi thought about the description in a certain ancient book, and explained: "The holy pill is made by the saints with blood and essence. The rest of the materials don't need much. As long as the saint is willing to give up the blood, the blood of the saint is very precious and precious. As far as blood is concerned, it is just a drop in the ocean. The essence and blood are not of much use in normal days, but once the saint is shot, this is the most important thing. The amount of essence and blood can almost tell the level of the realm, of course, there are exceptions."

"There is only one drop of Sword Immortal's blood. In order to distinguish it from the three saints, this drop of blood is called Sword Immortal True Blood, which is suspended in the Spirit Palace. This is quality, not quantity. There is only one Sword Immortal in the world. There is only one drop of sword immortal true blood in the world."

"The amount and purity of the essence and blood determines the combat power of a saint."

Gu Yuan interrupted him aloud, "Sword Immortal returns to his innocence, leaving only a drop of true blood, so his combat power is the best in the world?"

Zenzi nodded, and it was considered that he had already answered this question, "But the essence and blood have another effect."

He looked into Gu Yuan’s eyes and said flatly: “The saint is a monk, but the strongest monk, but even a monk is still a human being. Since he is a human, he will die. The saint lives better than any monk in the world. Long, but I will die in the end. I want to live longer. In the last years, I will burn the blood and let myself live longer. What else can I do?"

"It's just that the less blood, even though you can still stand in the ocean, it's a far cry from your mature self. In the end, you can only watch yourself grow white hair and wrinkles on your face, and finally die silently. "

This is the so-called old age.

Speaking carefully, it's actually the same as ordinary people.

Gu Yuan was not stupid, she quickly understood how precious the saint's blood was, and she could also imagine how determined the dead saint had made a pot of sacred pills.

Facing life and death calmly can be called a true saint.

Thinking of this, she raised her head and looked at the sky, thinking in her heart that no wonder there has never been a holy pill made by a cloud saint in the world.

Soon, Gu Yuan asked another question, "The saints can burn their blood to delay the time of death, but what about the sword fairy?"

Chanzi has read a lot of books. Hearing this question, he naturally remembered those descriptions in the book. He shook his head, "Sword Fairy never thought about it."

When he met the evil spirits, he used his sword to slash the evil spirits, and died when his life counted.

Jian Xian did this way, naturally not thinking about it.

Gu Yuan suddenly thought of Li Fuyao, the only swordsman she knew was Li Fuyao.

I don't know if he might become a sword fairy.

This thought came into being, and was interrupted by Zenzi. He still gently said, "The blood of the great demon is also different from the saints of the Three Sects, but it never changes from its sect. There is nothing too strange."

Zen Zi was still thinking about saying something, but watching the old monk walking in the distance, he closed his mouth.

The old monk’s name Du Neng sounded a little strange, but his status was very high in Lingshan. He was the abbot’s junior, his realm was extremely high, and his Dharma was even more profound. If he weren’t a Zen, he would not let him go out this time. He personally escorted.

After the old monk came over, he bowed to Gu Yuan, and then said straightforwardly: "Guanlou, something happened to Beihai."

Because of Lin Hongzhu, there was an incident in Beihai, and most of those sacred pills are still on the bottom of the sea. That was originally the biggest incident. This time, the incident was not small.

A ship sank in the depths of the North Sea. This was not a major event. These days, there have been several occurrences in the North Sea, which is harmless.

But the ship that sank this time belonged to Yuwu Mountain.

Since it belongs to Yuwu Mountain, this ship is naturally not an ordinary big ship, but a magic weapon.

The magic weapon will not sink because it touches the reef.

The old monk Du Neng worried: "A ship in the distance can see clearly what happened. After they returned to the coast, they told the truth. There were fish in the North Sea, and the ship was sunk by a fish tail. of."

Chanzi remembered the description in the ancient books, thinking that since he was born in the Spring and Autumn Period, and in Beihai, a boat of monks, naturally there is no reason to survive.

Only a moment later, I remembered these days again. There have been monks salvaging the sacred pill. Why have I only encountered things that hurt people now?

Chanzi felt a little strange, so he frowned.

Although the old monk Duneng was not his master, he also grew up watching Zenzi. How could he not understand Zenzi's thoughts? He whispered the Buddha's name when he saw Zenzi like this.

In the distance, there was a monk from Yuwu Mountain standing in the distance. He was originally planning to come over, but he stopped when he saw Chanzi doing this.

Although the Beihai Sacred Pill is not clearly owned by anyone, in fact, these days, Shenxieshan and Xuegong have sent monks, and some academies and Taoist temples have also come.

With this happening today, it is natural for them to discuss again whether or not to go out to sea again.

It's just that since there are people in Buddhism here, they naturally want to ask their opinions.

Although the realm of Duneng is the most advanced, it seems that Chanzi is the principal.