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Chapter 202 Li Qilin, Buddhism? !
"It turned out to be a hundred times, and I was directly rewarded with [-] million spiritual points?" Chen Xiaoer was also a little shocked at this time.

"The exchange price for the seven grades of life yuan is, 1 years of life yuan, 3 million spiritual points, I have [-] million, can it be exchanged for [-] years of life yuan?"

3 years of longevity!
At this moment, Chen Xiaoer couldn't help breathing quickly.

3 years, doesn't that mean that, in a sense, he has actually achieved longevity?

When Chen Xiaoer was shocked, he didn't know that countless people were paying attention to his news.

Xianyuan (Xianyu), the northern realm!

On the edge of a vast icy lake, a thin figure curled up and was slowly dragging in the snow.

Above the sky, heavy snow kept falling.

"Ka Ka Ka!" There was a trembling sound from the Yaguan Mountain, followed by a figure sounding from the arms of the thin figure,
"Xiao Chuan, quickly use your ability to find, find a living creature, and see if you can get out from here."

Erhuolong's head was huddled in Jiang Chuan's arms, his whole body curled up into a ball, and his claws kept rubbing against his arms.

As he said that, he sneezed hard, and the snot left behind, which instantly turned into a popsicle.

Jiang Chuan's face was flushed red from the cold.

"I, I tried it. This area is impenetrable, and there is no trace of any living things." Jiang Chuan also trembled.

Hearing what Jiang Chuan said, Erhuolong was immediately disappointed, and said in despair:

"It's over, it's over, if you know this Bohai Xianyuan is such a terrifying place before you come in, I won't come in even if you kill me!"

"This time I'm going to die. If I die, I probably won't even have anything to clean up."

Ignoring Erhuolong's broken thoughts, Jiang Chuan walked halfway, suddenly stopped, and fell to the snow.

His physical strength was exhausted.

"Xiao Chuan, are you okay?" Er Huo Long poked his head out of Jiang Chuan's collar and asked with concern.

Still ignoring Erhuolong, Jiang Chuan stared blankly at the snowy sky, with a look of unwillingness in his eyes.

"Am I going to die here? But what about my enemy? And Sister, what should she do?"

"Will those who took her take her well?"

Jiang Chuan's eyes began to blur, and Erhuolong's voice began to blur in his ears.

"Xiaochuan, don't sleep, don't sleep!" Erhuolong trembled, got out of Jiang Chuan's arms, and jumped onto Jiang Chuan's face.

He stomped his paw vigorously, trying to wake up Jiang Chuan.

"What to do, what to do? This time I'm dead, Xiao Chuan is dead, then I'm afraid I won't live long..."

Erhuolong's mood began to become depressed and anxious.

He hugged his paws, lowered his head, and let the snow cover him and Jiang Chuan.

"... Hum!" Just as the man and the dragon were about to fall into death, suddenly a bright beam of light appeared from a distance.

This is a huge stone monument phantom!

The huge light directly awakened Jiang Chuan who was about to fall into a deep sleep, and also awakened Erhuolong instantly.

"What is that?!" Erhuolong exclaimed.

Suddenly, his shiny long eyes lit up with a ray of hope, and he shouted loudly: "Chen Xiaoer!"

"It's the boss!"

As he said that, he looked at Jiang Chuan at his feet with excitement, and shouted, "Xiao Chuan, look, it's the name of the boss!"

Jiang Chuan resisted the coldness of his body and looked up.

That bright light, bright name introduction, is Chen Xiaoer!In an instant, Jiang Chuan's body suddenly burst into light.

Struggling to get up from the snow, looking at the phantom of the stone tablet in the distance, the brain ruined, said: "Qingxuan, let's go!"

"That's the phantom of a stone tablet. Anyway, this kind of phantom must have a medium."

"Maybe there is still the body of a stone tablet!"

Jiang Chuan stuffed Erhuolong into his arms and spoke quickly:

"The shape of the stone tablet, as well as the text on it, all indicate that it is a man-made trace."

"We were stuck here before, with no direction."

"Now, where the phantom of the stele is located is the direction of life! Maybe we will know the secret here!"

"...Okay! Let's go!"

After listening to Jiang Chuan's hopeful analysis, Erhuolong immediately "lived" over.

"We have to speed up. The heavy snow here blocks the line of sight. I don't know how long the phantom will exist and disappear."

"We must find the destination before the phantom disappears!"

One person and one dragon started frantically heading towards the place where the phantom of the stele erupted.

……

at the same time.

Eastern Emperor Territory, a dilapidated hill full of ruins.

A desolate air lingered and permeated the air, and a light ball of sword air appeared, and in the next moment, all the sword air dissipated.

Li Qilin in red appeared here.

"Da! Da! Da!" At this moment, deep in the ruins, there was a knocking sound from something.

Hearing this voice, Li Qilin narrowed his eyes and said to himself:
"...I found it. When Chen Du fell into the fairy abyss of the Bohai Sea, he said to the dragon and the man that the wooden fish knocked."

Li Qilin looked at the ruins and thought in his mind,

I felt a great alarm in my heart, and then I saw the scene of Chen Xiaoer falling into the immortal abyss of Bohai Sea.

After coming all the way to Xianyuan in Bohai Sea, I discovered that Xianyuan turned out to be Xianyu!Even she doesn't know this secret!

At the entrance above the Bohai Xianyuan, she used her magical powers to see the scene of Chen Xiaoer falling into the abyss.

At the same time, from the moment when Chen Xiaoer fell into the abyss, he saw what Erhuolong and Jiang Chuan said!

Wooden fish knocking sound!
Suppress the thoughts in your mind.As he said that, a yellowed and dilapidated fragment of an ancient book appeared in Li Qilin's hand, on which were recorded a few words:
Wooden fish: The legendary Buddhist monk's magic weapon.

It is said that "the fish do not fit their eyes day and night", so the wood looks like a fish, and it is struck to warn the monks to think about the Tao day and night.

When chanting scriptures and confessing, it is used in conjunction with the bronze chime to restrain scriptures.

"The legendary Buddhism, I didn't expect there to be descendants." Hearing the knocking sound in his ears, Li Qilin guessed,
This must be the 'wooden fish' recorded in the fragments of ancient books.

"The inheritance of Buddhism has long been broken in ancient times. During this sensitive period, another successor suddenly appeared."

"...you have to figure it out." Thinking, Li Qilin started to step forward.

Suddenly at this moment, a stone tablet suddenly lit up in the distance, with a bright light, and the name of the person at the top of the list,
Li Qilin couldn't help but stop.

"Introductory fantasy world assessment, 300 million spiritual points..." Rao was Li Qilin, looking at Chen Xiaoer's introduction on the stone tablet,
He couldn't help but squinted his eyes.

"Not bad." After a while, the corners of Li Qilin's mouth rose, and after leaving a good one, he stopped paying attention to the shadow of the stele.

Instead, he continued to walk towards the source of the wooden fish's knocking sound.

"I don't know why this Buddhist man saved Chen Du in the first place. This matter must be clarified."

In an instant, Li Qilin's figure turned into a puff of sword energy and dissipated.

When it appeared again, it had reached the entrance of a dilapidated temple-like building.

Just in front of the ruined temple, under a huge stone statue, there was a man wearing a white robe with various patterns on it.

The slender figure sitting cross-legged.

What caught Li Qilin's attention was that the other party was obviously a woman, but she had no hair and had a bald head.

The woman didn't seem to hear the movement behind her, and continued to knock on the wooden fish silently.

There were words in his mouth, and Li Qilin could naturally hear them clearly.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, if you practice the deep prajna paramita for a long time, you will see that all five aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all hardships."

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

Li Qilin narrowed his eyes slightly, and secretly said:

"...Is this the scriptures recited by Buddhist monks that are estimated to be recorded?"

(End of this chapter)