Fan Ru lowered her eyes and had a respectful attitude:

"The Venerable Zizai has also been the teacher of all Buddhas. Although the great monk is not as good as the little monk, there are some advantages..."

"Extremely arrogant!"

At this time, even the old monks who abstain from sex and quiver and quiet all turned anew.

"Ban Ruyi, even if you are promoted to the Martial Saint, how can you compare with your ancestors? What are the benefits of claiming to be a Buddha in the world? How dare you speak this crazy? "

“Hahaha~”

Before the few people finished speaking, Fan Ruyi couldn't help laughing.

"you!"

A group of monks were furious.

"You are respectful in the beginning and arrogant in the future, and you think about it makes you laugh!"

Fan Ruyi shook her head slightly:

"I wonder what the great monk thinks when you see your inheritance like this? Do you feel sad and sad after the inheritance has been cut off?"

"They are not inherited by monks."

Many monks were already shocked and angry, but even after hearing this, Xu Jing couldn't help but panic flashed through his heart.

"Master, don't listen to his one-sided words!"

"Master!"

"Hulala" fell to his knees, and the monks looked frightened and bitter, which was extremely difficult to see.

"Dachan Temple is the place where monks realize their enlightenment and practice, Wuliang Mountain is the place where monks stop by, Fulong Mountain is the place where monks eliminate demons...

But the monk's inheritance is not a person, a mountain, and a school..."

The old monk looked calm:

"Those who keep the precepts, study scriptures, and hold warriors are all my inheritance! As you said, Dachan Temple in later generations is no longer a place for practice, and Lanke Temple is also a place where dirt is hidden.

But there is only one person in the world who keeps the precepts and practices asceticism. That monk, I, has never been eliminated in his inheritance!"

"Amitabha."

Seeing that his expression was as normal, Fan Ruyi was a little moved, and then folded his hands together:

"I will not hide it from the great monk. The little monk has been practicing for two hundred years and has been no one to learn in ancient and modern times. Here I am about to discuss Taoism with the great monk."

While speaking, he bowed and retreated:

"Three months later, Dafoshan, the little monk waited for the great monk's Dharma carriage..."

Before the words were finished, people were gone.

As strong as silence, the great master who has abstained from killing such a long time has no way to capture the trajectory of his retreat. Only Yang Yu frowned.

The last time I met, maybe it was because of the injury, or because Emperor Qianheng was constrained, the threat this old monk gave him was far from so great.

Or has he improved again during this period?

"The ancestor..."

"Once you, let your disciple..."

"Slander, that Fan Ruyi..."

...

In the wasteland, the monks were already panicked, especially the monks in Dachan Temple, who kowtowed continuously.

These words were too heavy, as strong as silence, and could not be calm. This almost drove him out of the wall...

But no matter how they said or kowtowed, Bodhidharma seemed to have not realized it, just staring at Fan Ruyi's leaving back.

After a long time, he turned around and did not look at his disciples and walked to Yang Yu.

At this time, Yang Yu was dealing with the tiger demon who had just died.

This mountain king who can urge tens of thousands of ghosts is indeed much stronger than the tree demon, but whether he possesses Yuan Magnet or Kuixing, he is extremely restrained.

So much so that he had to fight with the tree demon, and it was much easier to fight with the mountain king.

Bodhidharma turned around, and the monks were determined to follow him, but he did not dare, so he had to watch from a distance.

But the old monk didn't care at all, asked:

"Master Yang, can this person's merits be considered the best in later generations?"

"First?"

Prison Yang thought for a while:

"It should not be in the top three."

"In this way, the future generations are much better than today..."

The old monk was moved:

"Before I sat down, I seemed to be a little worse than him..."

"Times are different, how can you compare to it?"

However, Yu Yang shook his head.

"The donor does not need to be comforted. It is of little significance to the strength of the monk..."

As he said that, Bodhidharma glanced at a monk in the distance.

What he cares about is inheritance.

"Master Yang, I can't get out of this illusion and cannot tell the truth or falsehood. Please verify it on your behalf..."

"What if it is true?"
Chapter completed!