I'm really a decent cultivator

"No..." Chan Master Faqing quickly stopped speaking again, and said, "He is in the forest of ancestral steles, and the scriptures are ringing in his ears. How could he fall asleep peacefully? It is possible to say that he fainted."

"That's right, absolutely impossible." Zen Master Fashan also shook his head firmly, as if a passer-by who saw someone flying with a sword flying into the sky gritted his teeth and told himself to believe in science.

but……

Seeing the expressions of other contestants fluctuate violently, the confusion between his brows became more and more intense.

"I also felt the supreme thunder sound in the past. When the thunder sound pierced my ears, I felt that my internal organs and blood all over my body trembled, as if I was about to explode and die in the next moment. If I persisted for less than a stick of incense, I could no longer This is really the most dangerous pass in the forest of ancestral steles." Zen Master Faqing also murmured something to strengthen his belief.

……

"He is sleeping?"

Compared with Zen Master Fashan nearby, the two monks, one old and one young, on the peak of Hongdu Mountain, could see and hear more clearly.

"Hiss..." The old monk sucked in the thin, pure natural cool air from the peak.

There was a sound of terror in my heart.

Then he added: "This son is extraordinary."

After three times, he shut up contentedly and looked at the master.

The little monk nodded, "It's really extraordinary. It's impossible to really fall asleep. Maybe it's just using this posture to show how easy it is to resist the thunder. Young people always have a desire to show off."

Although Qing Chen is indeed considered a young man, it's still a bit weird to say such words from a baby who looks like seven or eight years old...

Of course, the old monk would not find it strange.He has followed the little monk for a hundred years, and he knows exactly what level of old monster his master is.

There are no more than three old monsters of the same generation as the master in the current human race.

There is a good chance there will be only two left.

But the third person... No one dared to say whether he was alive or dead.

After thinking about it, the little monk said again: "At least I am at his age, I can't do such a thing."

What he said is obviously not something in the future...

"Maybe it is also the reincarnation of some great power?" The old monk speculated.

"It's possible." The little monk pondered for a moment, then shrugged again, "I can't guess whose reincarnation it might be, but it doesn't matter, it is a blessing for Buddhism to have such a newcomer."

"Eh..." The old monk had no choice but to say what his disciples told him earlier.

"This kid...maybe...should...be a monk."

"Cultivator?" The little monk's pupils lit up.

The old monk's eyebrows also trembled.

You must know that many old-fashioned people still have very important concepts of Buddhism and Taoism in their hearts.Especially for a master like him, when he was young, there would occasionally be bloody incidents between Buddhism and Taoism.

"Couldn't he be here to mess things up?" The little monk squinted his eyes and speculated.

"This...is unknown."

"Just in case, let's eliminate him." The little monk thought for a while, and said: "If he gets the Buddha's fate in the end, and then shows off a Taoist robe, our Bailong Temple will lose all face." .”

"Master wants to make a move? This...isn't it good?" The old monk hesitated.

"What are you worried about?" The little monk glanced at him, and said indifferently: "I'm not going to hit him, but to make the sutra remembrances around him a few times stronger...I don't know, I don't know..."

The old monk didn't dare to speak out.

Although the little monk said it casually, he knew that it was completely impossible for him to do it.

It is because the cultivation level of the little monk has surpassed many patriarchs who have left engravings in the forest of ancestral steles, so he has this power, which is enough to affect the strength of the memory.

Freehand brushwork is actually a supreme magic power.

After finishing speaking, the little monk secretly moved his fingers and chanted a few sentences.

Also at this moment.

In Qing Chen's ears, he heard the first sound of thunder.

……

He slowly opened his eyes.

I found that my location had changed, it was no longer in the forest of ancestral steles, but a piece of desolate land.On the dark and hard waste soil, there are ravines.

There are countless huge scratches and paw prints on the ground, as if there are mountain-like weapons and terrifying giant beasts that have fought here, but they have long since disappeared.

In front of him, there were only three strangely dressed... bald men.

Is it a monk?
The reason why they were dressed strangely was because the three people were wearing monk robes, but the material was very special, as if they were woven from shining silk threads, which was unprecedented and extremely eye-catching.

Among these three people, two are old men and one is a young man.

"Is it Xianyuan? Is Xianyuan coming? We did it?"

Seeing Qing Chen's figure appear, before he could make a move, the young man's eyes widened as if he was overjoyed.

but……

Soon a compassionate old man next to him said, "It's a fairy fate, but it seems... it's a fairy fate after 2 years."

"What do you mean?" The young man was taken aback.

"Just now we used our last supreme mana to try to attract the immortal fate and hope to recreate the world. It was originally a hair's breadth...it should have fallen short...but at the critical moment, a little extra mana was injected to help us do it...but that The magic power comes from the future body."

The old man shook his head in compassion and said, "This fairy fate does not belong to this era."

"Then...is there no hope in the world?" The young man collapsed to the ground.

"Haha." At this time, the happy-looking old man who had been silent all this time laughed twice, "It's you and I who have no hope, but there is great hope in the world."

"Oh?" The young man looked at him.

"If there is no hope in the world, where will the sliver of magic power come from after 2 years? Where does this fairy fate come from? It is clear that the act of recreating the world has been completed...the future world must have a glorious prosperity !"

"Really? Haha." The young monk smiled.

It's just that there is a little sadness in the laughter.

Qing Chen calmly watched their conversations and actions, and never moved.

Because he has no way to determine whether what he sees is real or an illusion... It is also possible that he is dreaming.

He was worried that if he moved here, he would actually be moving in the Forest of Ancestral Steles.

That would probably be like those previous contestants...

Very embarrassing.

To put it bluntly, it is actually because he lacks experience in illusion.

This is really helpless.

Before, he once thought that relying on the constantly upgrading spirit, it would be difficult for him to fall into the illusion again.Now it seems that there are people beyond people and heaven beyond the sky, so we still can't be arrogant.

Just as he was thinking, before the three people over there came to chat with him, he saw that the sky suddenly darkened.

The originally meager sunlight disappeared in an instant.

Instant black sky?

Qing Chen was startled and suspicious, and looked up.

I saw the dark sky, which seemed to have feathery lines, that was not the sky, it was clearly... a wing!