After several people landed safely, Chen Xuannan smiled and gave some instructions to the three of them. After pointing out the way to leave the Lotus Western Region, he pulled Tang Wanchu to turn around and leave.

Zhou Qingmu frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he took a step forward and stopped in front of Chen Xuannan. Then, Lu Zhengchun and Yang Zhao looked at each other and stood beside Zhou Qingmu.

Chen Xuannan was a little confused and asked: "What do the three donors mean?"

Zhou Qingmu did not answer his words, but turned to Tang Wanchu and said, "Miss Tang, please take care of Xiao Yue'er for me later."

Tang Wanchu nodded, with a complicated look on his face, and finally took a step back and walked to Xiao Yue'er's side.

Chen Xuannan glanced at Tang Wanchu, and became even more confused, and couldn't help but ask: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Qingmu sighed and finally said: "Mr. Chen, please stay and come with us."

Chen Xuannan said angrily: "Why?"

Zhou Qingmu said softly: "Mr. Chen will understand soon."

As soon as Zhou Qingmu finished speaking, several more streams of light flew out of the lotus cave and headed elsewhere.

A young monk fell in front of a few people, looked at Chen Xuannan, and asked doubtfully: "Brother Chen, aren't you leaving yet?"

"Let's go? Where are we going? Where is the master?" Chen Xuannan was even more confused. Seeing this scene, his anger became even more intense as he spoke, as if he had realized something.

The young monk was a little confused when he heard this. He touched his head and said, "Brother Chen, don't you know? Master, he has ordered the dismissal of all the monks in the temple. We are about to rush to the surrounding temples. There are several other brothers and sisters who are ready.

Walking around the world, rescuing people in need."

Immediately afterwards, the young monk looked at the sky, stood up from the ground, and said loudly: "Senior brother, I will leave first! Don't forget to come to Chanqing Temple to visit your junior brother in the future!"

Finally, the young monk disappeared from the sky.

After Chen Xuannan heard this and thought about it, he suddenly raised his head, looked at the people around him, and said in a deep voice: "What happened to Master? Don't stop me, I want to go back and take a look!"

After saying that, Chen Xuannan stood up from the ground and rushed into the sky. But soon, Zhou Qingmu and three others came to him one after another to stop him.

"Old Saint Chenbei has an entrustment. We need a few of us to stop you. I'm sorry that I can't let you go." Zhou Qingmu said bitterly.

No matter how good-tempered the white-robed monk Chen Xuannan was, he could no longer suppress it and said angrily: "Master, what if something happens to him? If you don't get out of the way, don't blame the poor monk for hurting someone!"

Zhou Qingmu just shook his head, and then a fairy sword appeared in his hand.

Tang Wan below saw this scene for the first time, and her expression became more complicated. But the little girl beside her didn't understand why, and said innocently: "Sister, why is that bald uncle so angry? Brother Xiaomu even took out his sword. Brother Xiaomu

But it’s very powerful, please call the bald uncle back quickly!”

Tang Wanchu gently rubbed Xiaoyue'er's head and said softly: "Because that bald uncle is about to lose the most important person in the world."

When Xiao Yue'er heard this, she was a little confused, but she didn't ask any more questions.

Chen Xuannan saw that Zhou Qingmu still refused to take a step back, and finally chanted "Amitabha" softly in his mouth, and then a golden light appeared on his body, and there was also an illusory golden lotus under his seat. From a distance, it looked like a Hao Sun Buddha.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Xuannan said softly: "I'm offended."

After the words fell, Chen Xuannan was reciting some sutras in his mouth. Behind him, golden light gathered, forming a giant eight-armed Buddha.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Qingmu frowned, and a strong sense of crisis emerged, and sword energy began to gather in his hands. Lu Zhengchun and Yang Zhao also prepared for a battle, and saw fists and fire appearing together.

If someone happened to see this scene at this time, they would definitely think that there was a fight between immortals.

Then, Chen Xuannan suddenly raised his hand, and the sky surged, like the water of the Yellow River hanging upside down, and countless wind and clouds surged, like the collapse of a thousand-mile dike and pouring out.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Qingmu suddenly enlarged the fairy sword in his hand, leaped into the air, and faced the sky. At the same time, Yang Zhao suddenly struck out with a palm, and a huge fire palm suddenly hit the sky. Lu Zhengchun raised his fist and was about to hit it.

Chen Xuannan meditating like a golden Buddha.

This scene cannot be said to be a grand scene that is seen only once in a century.

At the same time, inside the Kuchan Temple in Lotus Cave.

The old man put on the red robe and gold-patterned cassock that he had not worn for a long time, and slowly walked up the steps to the front of the Buddhist hall. Finally, the old man, who had lived for an unknown number of years, sat on a futon in front of the central Buddhist hall, facing

Facing the sky and the earth, clasping his hands together, he softly recited the scriptures he had read for thousands of years.

Finally, after the old monk finished reciting this passage, he said softly: "Disciple, for the sake of the worthless face of our Buddhist sect, you also made the Taoist sect lose face, but as a teacher, you had no choice but to break what you had learned so hard.

I drove you out of the monastery with my body. Now I am my teacher but I won’t let you come back. If you still feel that I was wrong in the future, don’t blame me!”

After saying that, tears started to flow from the corners of the eyes of the old saint Chenbei, but they slowly turned into gold. At this moment, the world seemed to begin to mourn for the death of the saint. Not only the Lotus Cave, but even countless creatures in the Lotus Western Region began to mourn.

Qi Ming.

Between heaven and earth, golden light rain began to fall, and countless people raised their heads to look at the sky.

At this moment, in the large and small temples in the Lotus Western Region, both old and young monks walked out of the temple, looked at the lotus in the sky, and recited scriptures as if they were worshiping Buddha.

Somewhere, the middle-aged man named Xuan Jiu with a vicissitudes of life raised his head, looked at the sky, and said softly: "Junior Xuan Jiu congratulates the senior for his ascension!"

Not only in the Lotus Western Region, but at the same time in the Tiangan Eastern Region, countless practitioners stepped out of their rooms in unison, looking at the golden raindrops that were born in heaven and died on earth, and felt sad in their hearts. On that border city

, the Great Sword Immortal named Qi Yan and Chen Jianqiu, the head of the Chen family who was beside him, raised their heads at the same time, looked to the west, and finally said at the same time: "Junior, I congratulate my senior on his ascension!"

At this moment, monks all over the world, regardless of their racial background, all looked to the west and shouted loudly:

"Junior sends the senior saint to his ascension!"

In the Confucian and Taoist Academy, at the highest point of the Spring and Autumn Peak, a few golden raindrops fell on the Confucian scholar in white and the old man lying on the rocking chair next to him. The old man looked at the western sky and said sadly: "Old friends are dying one after another, just like leaves falling in the wind."

Outside the Lotus Cave, countless golden raindrops fell on Chen Xuannan and Zhou Qingmu. At this time, several people stopped their hands and looked at the Lotus Cave together.

Finally, Zhou Qingmu and the three of them shouted loudly in unison: "The juniors congratulate the seniors for their ascension!"

Chen Xuannan looked at the golden raindrops in his hand, and his eyes turned red at the end, and then tears filled his eyes.

Inside the Lotus Cave.

The old monk sitting on the futon, his breath gradually weakened, said softly: "An old friend said, how magnificent are all living beings? The more persistent and struggling a person is throughout his life, the more painful he will be. You said you want people in the world to live simpler,

It is enough to do what you should do. How difficult is it to live happily and magnificently? In fact, in the final analysis, whether it is Buddhism, Taoism or Confucianism, no matter which sect or sect, we are still the same people.

Ordinary people, in fact, no matter how they live, in the end, there is only a thin line between life and death. When you came, you cried so miserably? When you left, you should also smile as cheerfully as an old monk like me!"

The old monk, who had never frowned before, took one last look at the Kuchan Temple, laughed loudly at the heaven and earth, and closed his eyes.

From this moment on, the old monk began to turn into gold from head to toe, and finally turned into an old golden Buddha, and passed away.
Chapter completed!