I Signed in at Shaolin for Ten Thousand Years

At this moment, Master Hui Chen's eyes were filled with muddy, and his breath was extremely weak. Seeing this, Su Cheng didn't hesitate, and immediately used the Medicine Master Liuli Jing to infuse the zhenqi into Master Hui Chen's body.

As the real air flow entered the body, Master Hui Chen's muddy eyes suddenly brightened a lot. He stared slightly, looking at Su Cheng, a somewhat complicated gaze appeared in his eyes.

This look was surprised, unbelievable, unexpected, and natural...

"Fazang, you..."

"Master Hui Chen. Let me breathe in the true qi from me at ease and get through today's catastrophe. We will talk about it later." Su Cheng said. But at this moment, he was suddenly taken aback.

Just because at this moment, Master Hui Chen gently held his wrist and removed Su Cheng's hand that conveyed Zhen Qi.

Although with Su Cheng's current cultivation base, Master Hui Chen, a person who has not practiced martial arts, shouldn't be able to move his hand. However, of course he did not force it.

"Master, what are you doing? If you have anything, I'll talk about it later, you first absorb this qi..."

"Fazang, you don't have to do this too much."

Because of the Pharmacist Liuli Sutra, Master Hui Chen's vitality became much stronger, and his breathing became more stable. However, this does not mean that he has survived the disaster.

On the contrary, his life force has weakened even more. It's like returning to the light, it seems that the spirit is very good, but the vitality inside has been exhausted.

However, Master Hui Chen didn't have any color of fear. He just looked at Su Cheng, all kinds of emotions, and finally turned into comfort: "The old monk's life is almost exhausted, even if he continues his life, it will not help. It can be met before he passes away. To you, it is the blessing of the old monk and the predestined method bestowed by the Buddha. Why do you want to stay forcibly? Could it be that you have forgotten what you said before?"

"..."

Su Cheng looked at the old monk in front of her, and her eyes were a little complicated. After a while, he nodded slightly.

Indeed, since this is his choice, there is no need for him to force it.

Master Hui Chen seemed to smile faintly, and said:

"The old monk was born with a strange disease, and he had to be treated by his uncle Kongwen to be able to live to the present. For more than ninety years, the old monk has spent his life with the Buddhist scripture pavilion. From now on, the Buddhist scripture pavilion will be handed over to you. I thought it was unfair to you, but now it seems that I can finally feel at ease..."

"Fazang, the fourth to sixth floors of this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion contain a lot of books. You must remember not to watch it easily, so as not to go astray..."

"Although there are few books on the sixth floor and above, each one is sealed in the golden seal of Dharma. If you move without authorization, it will trigger the Shaolin Golden Bell and cause noise. If someone breaks into the Tibetan scripture pavilion, if you are not the enemy, don't force your life. Just think of a way to trigger the golden seal of Dharma..."

After hearing this, Su Cheng realized that it is no wonder that the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is an important place in Shaolin, but the guardian of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion does not require much powerful cultivation. It’s even better if you can’t even practice.

If you can't practice, you won't be attached to those martial arts books. The most precious books are protected by gold seals themselves.

Su Cheng had already experienced the power of the Shaolin Temple's Buddha-light barrier. Presumably, the golden seal of Buddhism in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion should be more than that simple as the old monk Hui Chen said...

"Master, I remember. I will guard the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion instead of the master."

Su Cheng said.

However, he knew in his heart that he could not stay in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion forever. One day, he will leave, looking for his own red road, free and easy.

But at least until the realization of the "Arhat" realm, or even a higher realm, I will not leave.

Perhaps this process will take decades or even hundreds of years. It is estimated that at that time, there will always be a new monk to replace himself.

"So, the old monk is relieved. From now on, you will be the 19th generation of Buddhist monks in Shaolin Temple. Let Abbot Xuanci explain to you the rest. And... don’t forget to help the old monk Say hello to Master Kongwen."

Master Hui Chen said, slowly putting his hands together.

Silently said: "All the things that do are like dream bubbles, like dew and electricity, as if they are like...Amitabha..."

When Master Hui Chen said this, the breath of life was completely dissipated, and a faint golden light radiated from his body.

In his body, several relics were actually formed!

Su Cheng frowned slightly. He vaguely saw the pale golden Faxiang floating out of Master Hui Chen's body, and then, accompanied by some inexplicable force in the void...

With a bang, the face glowed endlessly, cutting through the void and drifting away.

Isn't that an illusion?

Is there really a "Buddha" in this world?

...It's okay to have a Buddha. If the Buddha really exists, I believe that Master Huichen's piety should be able to become a Buddha!

However, I am afraid I can't.

"Everything that works is like a dream bubble... But, I just like to indulge in the beauty of the mirror."

"Even if it will eventually be scattered and broken, and returned to nothingness. But there will always be a moment of beauty, a moment of eternity... Besides, I will firmly grasp this dream bubble and make it real!"

Su Cheng's eyes were firm.

Although he had read Buddhist scriptures for four years, he still didn't want to be a Buddhist man in his life as he watched Master Hui Chen pass away.

...

...

"Uncle Hui Chen, after all, passed away..."

"Uncle Huichen has so many relics in his body, Buddha Amitabha, kindness, kindness..."

In front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the first of Shaolin Temple's various courtyards were gathered together with thirty or forty eminent monks of the "Xuan" generation.

Most of them are Zen monks wearing white monk clothes.

These eminent monks originally came to recite the sutras for super salvation. But seeing the relic inside Master Hui Chen's body, they stopped moving.

If a monk becomes a Buddha, why not need to go beyond salvation.

"Fazang, before Uncle Master passed away, did he tell you anything?"

Master Xuanci spoke to Su Cheng, a little melancholy in his words.

"Master said, I will be the nineteenth generation of Buddhist monk in Shaolin Temple in the future." Su Cheng said.

Master Hui Chen passed away, so no one in Shaolin Temple knew what his martial arts cultivation was.

That being the case, of course I must continue to stay in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and practice martial arts in seclusion.

"Fazang, since you have been acknowledged by Master Huichen. Then, you will be the only one in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the future. Are you willing? If you don't want to, then I can also introduce you to the Shengdao Academy and become a chant. Buddhist monk." Abbot Xuanci said.

"I would like to stay in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and be a Scripture Keeper." Su Cheng said immediately.

Abbot Xuanci nodded, and beside him, a sixty-year-old monk flashed an admiration in his eyes, vaguely and somewhat disappointed.

This monk is the first Master Xuanku in the Enlightenment Academy.

He has practiced the closed mantra for more than 50 years. He also knew something about Su Cheng, and now he admires Su Cheng's ability to stick to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

If Su Cheng can become his own disciple, of course it is also a very good thing. But from Su Cheng's eyes, Master Xuanku already knew that his mind was determined.

Nothing.

It is also a blessing for Shaolin Temple to have such a responsible monk.

"Amitabha!"

Abbot Xuanci recites the Buddha's name, and then he turns to Su Cheng, clasps his hands together, and bows slightly to show respect.

When the dozens of senior monks of the Xuanzi generation saw this, they also made the same action.

"Amitabha……"

Although Su Cheng is a generation lower than them. However, he was actually a disciple of Master Hui Chen, and it made sense to say that he was with them.

If Su Cheng really became a disciple of the "Kongwen Divine Monk" in the future, that generation would be even more outrageous...

Of course, the reason to show respect to Su Cheng is not because of seniority. Rather, Su Cheng should have taken the responsibility of the Buddhist monk.

That is equivalent to a high monk who chose to practice penance.

Dedicating one's life to Shaolin Temple means. Especially Su Cheng's Buddha-nature is so deep, he should have had a more exciting life...

Therefore, the monks of the Xuan Zi generation would do this to Su Cheng.

Of course, for Su Cheng, this is a bit of a shame.

Nothing...

At least during the years I stayed in Shaolin, I will try my best to protect the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Su Cheng thought so.