The Battle Saint Monk continued: "I suffered a heavy blow when I fought with the gods back then, so I came to the East China Sea, found this place, prepared to repair my injuries, and wait for an opportunity to make a comeback."

"However, the injury is too serious and irreparable."

"Gradually, I can't hold on."

"Just when my body was destroyed, the mysterious master appeared and protected a wisp of my soul."

"It's him, let me wait for you here."

Ye Qiu asked, "Senior, I wonder what you are waiting for me here?"

The Holy Monk of Fighting War did not answer directly, but asked: "Ye Changsheng, I heard that you are a sinner of the gods, but is it true?"

The true energy flowed in Ye Qiu's body. In an instant, his body became transparent, and he saw dense runes covered with runes on his bones.

"Curse of God!"

The Holy Monk of Fighting Battle lit up his eyes and said, "That mysterious master did not lie to me. You are the sinner of the gods."

"Very good!"

"I don't have much time anymore, Ye Changsheng, I want to ask you something."

Ye Qiu said: "Senior, please speak."

The fighting holy monk opened his mouth and suddenly, a golden bead as big as a fist flew out of his mouth.

In the dark stone chamber, this golden bead shines like a rising sun.

A colorful halo flows on the surface of the beads. The halo turns slowly with the beads, like a lively neon light constantly changing.

Looking closely, there seemed to be a galaxy inside the beads, and countless tiny golden runes appeared and disappeared. They wandered like life, exuding an ancient and sacred aura.

Ye Qiu recognized it at a glance. This was a relic.

The Holy Monk of Fighting Battle pointed at the relics and said, "This relics condensed my lifelong heritage. I want to ask you to help me hand over this relics to someone."

"Who to give it to?" Ye Qiu asked.

The fighting holy monk said, "My son."

What?

Ye Qiu's face was shocked.

The Battle Saint Monk has a son, this matter...

Why have you never heard of it?

The Holy Monk of Fighting Battle said: "When the gods came, I had a premonition that the world of cultivation would flow into a river. At that time, my son was still young."

"For his safety, I sealed him."

"I hope you can find him and hand him this relic."

Sealed?

Ye Qiu was stunned. According to time calculations, the son of the Dou Zhan Holy Monk had been sealed for at least hundreds of thousands of years.

He did not hesitate and agreed immediately. After all, the Battle Saint Monk is a legendary figure in Buddhism.

"No problem." Ye Qiu asked: "Senior, I don't know where your son was sealed? How to lift the seal?"

The Holy Monk of Fighting Battle said: "I seal him in the western part of the Western Desert. When you come to the Western Desert, this relic will take you there."

"Just hold this relic, you can open the seal."

"I understand." Ye Qiu suddenly asked, "Senior, do you believe me so much, aren't you afraid that I will embezzle this relic?"

"You won't." The Holy Monk of Fighting War said: "Although I have never seen you before, I believe in the eyes of that mysterious master."

Ye Qiu smiled slightly and said, "Please rest assured. Since I have agreed to you, I will never break my promise. I will definitely hand over this relic to your son."

"Thank you." After saying this, a ray of golden light began to float out of his body, and he hurriedly said: "Ye Changsheng, I won't ask you for help in vain."

"When you unseal the seal and find my son, you will see a Bodhi holy tree."

"I realized the truth under that Bodhi Holy Tree. So many years have passed in a flash. Time is really like an arrow... I gave you the Bodhi Holy Tree."

When the Holy Monk of Fighting War said this, there was no light in his eyes, and his shriveled body quickly turned into wisps of golden light and disappeared.

Just as the mummies were about to disappear, the anxious voice of the Holy Monk of the Fighting Battle sounded again: "Ye Changsheng, I forgot to tell you that half of the luck of Buddhism was hidden by me on the Bodhi Holy Tree."

Half of the Buddhist fortune?

Why didn't you say it earlier?

Ye Qiu's spirit was greatly boosted.

"By the way, bring the cassock to my son and leave." With the last sound of the fighting holy monk falling down, the whole mummy disappeared completely without a trace.

If it weren't for the bright red cassock left on the high platform, who would have believed that a legend of Buddhism passed away here?

Ye Qiu quickly bent down and bowed, saying loudly: "Greatly to see you off for your senior."

After a moment.

"well!"

Ye Qiu stood up straight and couldn't help but sigh. He was as powerful as a fighting holy monk, but he could not help but disappear into the world in the end.

He couldn't help but wonder, what is the pursuit of a person's life?

"Ahem..."

At this moment, the cough of Changmei Zhenren interrupted Ye Qiu's thoughts.

Ye Qiu turned his head and saw the long-browed real man slowly opening his eyelids and said, "Old guy, are you awake?"

Next second.

"Swoosh!"

The long-browed real man thrust a carp and quickly got up from the ground. He glanced nervously and found that the old monk on the platform was gone. He couldn't help but ask, "Little bastard, where is that old bald donkey?"

"It's gone." Ye Qiu said.

"Leaving?" Changmei Zhenren was puzzled: "Where have you gone?"

"The Western Paradise." Ye Qiu's answer made Changmei Zhenren stunned.

"You mean, he is dead?" asked the real man Changmei.

Ye Qiu nodded: "Yes."

Only then did the Changmei Zhenren breathe a sigh of relief, and then cursed and said, "His grandma actually attacked me. If I hadn't been caught off guard, I would have beaten him up and died well."

"Old guy, be careful of your words." Ye Qiu said: "The senior just now is the Holy Monk of Fighting Battle."

"Who?" Changmei Zhenren thought he had heard it wrong.

"He is the Holy Monk of Fighting Battle." Ye Qiu repeated.

"Damn!" Changmei Zhenren said in surprise: "So it's a Buddhist boss, no, why is he here?"

Ye Qiu briefly told the story, and after listening to it, Changmei Zhenren sighed.

"I didn't expect that he was a Buddhist master. I would have been polite to him if I had known it."

Thinking of the fact that he had called the Battle Saint Monk an old bald donkey before, Changmei Zhenren felt scared and secretly glad that he was just fainted, otherwise he would not know how he died.

"So, this relic contains the lifelong inheritance of the Holy Monk of Fighting War?" Changmei Zhenren stared at the relic in Ye Qiu's palm, his eyes burst into heat.

"What do you want to do?" Ye Qiu looked alert.

The Changmei Zhenren laughed and said, "Little Bastard, since this relic is in your hands, why don't you get the inheritance of the Dou Zhan Saint Monk first, and then grant the content of the inheritance to him when you find the son of the Dou Zhan Saint Monk in the future?"

"Hmph, senior entrusting this matter to me, that is trust in me. How could I do such a thing?" Ye Qiu snorted coldly and put the relics into Qiankun bag.

Then, he put the robe into the Qiankun bag, and then left with Changmei Zhenren.
Chapter completed!