More is to take him to walk around the world...

"...... The little monk was confused at the time because of why the illusion collapsed, but afterwards, the ancestor was afraid that the day when he handed over the Buddha statue to you, everything would be arranged..."

Jiese sighed, took out a gray stone from his arms and handed it to Yang Yu:

"After coming out, the little monk found that there was such a thing on his body. If it was expected, I'm afraid this was left to you by the ancestor..."

This is,

"Relics?"

Yang Yu's eyes shook, and he could already feel the thin, weak, ethereal but pure will inside him.

He stared at it, but felt that the breath inside was blurred and illusory, as if it was shrouded invisible force, unable to be erased...

‘This breath…’

Yang Yu pressed his chest lightly, and the Gluttony Cauldron had no response. Obviously, this relic was not considered an ingredient, or it was already damaged.

only……

Holding the relics, Yang Yu concentrated his mind and activated:

【Bodhisattva Relics】

[The legacy of the great Zen master Honghua contains his spirit...]

【Destroyed】

"It should be the relics left by the ancestor Sehua. Later Zen disciples searched for them for a long time, but they didn't expect that it was him who took them..."

Avoid sex and look sad:

"It's a pity that the breath inside is already very weak, and there is no trace of words left..."

The words came to an abrupt end here, and the young monk suddenly looked up and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

But he saw that Yang Yu picked up the relics and pressed them to his eyebrows. He pressed them in!

Press, press in?!

He was shocked and wanted to reach out, but was forced to retreat several steps by an invisible aura. Looking back, Yang Yu's figure was already covered by the true energy.

Several scattered gray and black auras could not be lingered around him, and the one who forced him to retreat was this gray and black aura.

"Five Ghosts' Handling Technique?"

...

Buzz!

The moment the relics pressed into the forehead, the power of the heavenly eyes was so powerful that Yang Yu saw a trace of Buddha's light that was extremely faint.

No, it’s not just Buddha’s light!

The thin Buddha light was clearly mixed with unknown aura, which slowly rotated like a big millstone, and it kept strangling the Buddha light.

"Tongyou!"

Without hesitation, Yang Yu once again urged Tongyou, and his will also extricate himself from the limit. With the superposition of various abilities, he tried hard to "hear" the silent, intermittent sound from this thin Buddha light.

"A wisp of obsession...even if I rely on the illusion, I can still calm my eyes if I die..."

"The Great Sun Tathagata's magic palm is worthy of the best in ancient and modern times... Compared with the various martial arts I have exhausted my energy, it seems to be worth mentioning..."

Yang Yu was highly focused and just in a trance, he saw the faint Dafo Mountain and the old monk who was almost invisible in the fog.

The picture is so blurry that it cannot be identified, but there are still broken walls and ruins of the mountain. I don’t know whether it is because of the collapse of the illusion or the aftermath of the two fighting.

Someone said something, but he couldn't hear it clearly, and only heard one sentence intermittently:

"Isn't immortality alive...you...can't you go out of the illusion?"

"I heard the Tao in the morning and died in the evening... You really don't want to take a look at the Tao of heaven and earth..."

"I have already obtained my own way."

"Little monk, do you know what Tao is?"

"road……"

The picture was much clearer at this moment. When Yang Yu went intently, he saw a faint Buddha light lifting it among the broken walls.

The old monk walked into the sky and formed a Buddhist seal with his ten fingers, and hit the clouds that were as high as the lotus platform of the Bodhisattva:

"This is Tao!"

boom!

The picture flashed away, and Yang Yu couldn't help but feel pain in his eyebrows. After a while, he heard a sound.

Hoarse, bitter.

"This is not your martial arts..."

"Martial arts have been developed by me. All the essence of the past three thousand years must be included in me. What is or is it not?"

"Martial arts are not what you do... I once saw traces of an ancient sect in a illusion, among which martial arts have been circulated..."

In the blurry picture, a sound came.

Martial arts before ancient times?

Yang Yu couldn't help but be stunned. He was highly focused and wanted to hear more clearly. Unfortunately, he was still unclear and clearly missing a paragraph.

But I can guess what...

“…What kind of fist is this?”

"Are you a great Zen master?"

"Every word I say is true..."

"I don't know what it means... The Zen martial arts you are proud of are nothing in my eyes... This boxing is taken from a junior in later generations, called "Baquan"..."

"This sword... is called, seven tribulations..."

"This punch calls Tiangang..."

"This knife, the three Yins killing demons..."

A brief silence, the old monk's voice intermittently, repeated:

"This is not your martial arts..."

"The sea embraces all rivers, and the convergence of thousands of rivers, martial arts is never about building a car behind closed doors... I have realized the prototype, and I will deduce it. What is it? "

"...The prototype? Mr. Lu, I have heard that there were two supreme masters in the later generations..."

"…In my eyes, they are just drooping boys. Their martial arts may not be bad, but they are far from being a great success..."

"Mr. Lu, why should you deceive a lonely soul? Since ancient times, all the achievements have been based on your own will. This domineering boxing does not have your will..."

"...You have been in the well for too long, but how can you know that the world is high? It is very difficult for you to suffer from birth and death for two thousand years. Unfortunately, a lone soul and an obsession cannot go further..."

"... Martial arts can learn thousands of martial arts, but only one will... Mr. Lu, you can't deceive..."

"Yeah?"

A laughter was extremely clear.

At this moment, Yang Yu saw Dafoshan again, the hunchbacked old monk, and the Taoist platform among the clouds and mist...

Buzz!

At this point, the light was already extremely fierce. Yang Yu could no longer see anything, but he felt that the Buddha's light shine everywhere.

"Your martial arts seem to be called 'The Bodhidharma of the present world'? Then look, I deduced it based on it..."
Chapter completed!