Chapter 265 A Thousand Miles of Sad Songs, a Thousand Miles of Graves, an Inch of Land and an Inch of Blood!

"Donor, the bank of the Tianhe River is a battlefield in the realm. Hui Shou is a filthy thing born from heaven and earth. It is a failure at the beginning of the birth of heaven and earth. It is no longer a living thing.

"They exist in the cracks between realms. They are extremely malicious to living beings. They can defile the life span of living beings. Their dirty blood can also defile the original land of living beings inch by inch."

"If you are killed by them, you will lose your life. If you kill them...you will lose your life, but you can gain the power of divine consciousness. The cause and effect will be cut continuously, and you cannot escape."

"If you want to break through the transformation of gods, if you want to open up a way forward, your lifespan must be cut off. Those who can break through the transformation into gods will have their lifespan cut off for at least a thousand years..."

The abbot spoke word by word, and his gentle face had turned cold. "In the ancient war, all the creatures in the realm participated in the battle, from the powerful gods to the monks in the Qi refining stage. They charged forward and fought to pieces."

"They don't ask for anything, they just want to use their lifespan to regain the lost land and protect the peace of my realm for all eternity!"

"The Overseas Four Immortals Mountain is the last fortress of my realm. The ancient sages set up an ancient formation there, and all the ancient creatures began to advance here. Every inch of the mountains and rivers, every inch of blood, drove that Huishou to the bank of the Tianhe River."

"Even now, there are still creatures guarding the forefront in my realm. The Four Immortals Mountains overseas are the ancient relics. They never leave the last line of defense in my realm."

"But the Buddhist cultivators in Dali have never participated in the war. They only practice their own way, worship the Buddha, and welcome the prosperity of the world. There is no need to rely on filthy longevity to break through the realm."

"The real obsession in my heart is how huge the power of Buddhism in the Ten States is. If I take the right path to join the war, we will have a big help at the front of our realm, and we can also reduce the losses for the soldiers in the front. This is the last thing I can do personally. Try your best.”

The abbot clasped his hands together and bowed his head deeply. If he could really see that day coming, he would be the first to charge forward and die without regrets!

However, the reality is cruel. He can't change anything, and he can't see a glimmer of light. His personal cultivation and family power are still powerless in the face of the real situation. The Buddha's heart is the most difficult thing to understand.

As soon as he finished speaking, the abbot's words were like a spiritual storm rushing into the hearts of the three figures in front of him.

Chen Xun, the big black cow, and Xiao Chi were dumbfounded, their eyes trembled, and they were speechless for a long time.

Cutting off one's lifespan...how much ambition can one overcome the biggest fear in the heart of this immortal cultivator? Sometimes death is not scary, but the visible passing of life is the most terrifying thing.

Chen Xun's eyes were blank. He and Da Hei Niu were immortal and truly experienced the visible passage of life. The helplessness and fear were also deeply hidden in their hearts.

Xiaochi's lips were trembling, and his body was shaking involuntarily. Lifespan was his biggest obsession and fear, and he couldn't overcome it at all.

The hall was quiet for a long time.

Chen Xun's expression became calm and calm, and he said calmly: "Thank you, Abbot, for clearing up the confusion. I won't bother you further."

They stood up and walked outside. The sky outside the palace was dazzling with sunset, and several exotic birds flew across the sky, neighing loudly.

The abbot stood up and walked behind. He stood outside the hall and slowly raised his head, his eyes still cloudy.

Chen Xun walked to the bottom of the steps, turned around, and said with a smile: "I haven't asked the abbot for his name yet."

"Lao Na Baili Fengyao is a member of the Baili clan in Dali."

"I dare to ask the abbot, what is the Baili clan?"

"Besides the Tianhe River, there are thousands of miles of tragedies, thousands of miles of tombs, and the realm's creatures advancing hundreds of miles, all for my Baili clan."

The abbot's clasped hands were lowering his hands, and his cloudy eyes became clear, and a fire of war seemed to be ignited in them, "The Baili clan is the descendant of the marshal of the ancient human race's war realm camp, and they are still fighting on the front line of the realm!"

A strong wind suddenly rose, and inexplicable auras surged from all directions in Zenyin Temple. A fighting spirit seemed to rise in the blood of the abbot.

One of the eldest disciple's lanterns began to shake violently. He looked at the master in disbelief, his eyes full of shock. He didn't know why he would say such things to this monk who had only met him a few times.

"Moo~~" The big black cow snorted. These shocking secrets have not yet been digested.

Xiao Chi kept growling, looking extremely wretched, and his head was already buried on the back of the big black bull.

Chen Xun looked deeply and took out a blood-colored token from the storage ring, War Realm Camp!

There was no surprise in the abbot's eyes. His aura was no longer like that of a Buddhist, nor was he peaceful. His whole body was full of fighting spirit. It was history flowing in his blood and would never go away.

"It turns out that this is the abbot's true obsession. It seems that I, Chen Xun, was overly worried about that letter."

Chen Xun and the abbot met each other's eyes, their auras were equal, "Baili Fengyao, haha, do you believe in reincarnation?"

This question stunned the abbot. He remembered that Chen Xun had asked this question before. Why did he ask this again...

"Lao Na..."

"Abbott, it doesn't matter now. I already have the answer in my heart."

Chen Xun suddenly smiled freely, cupped his hands and said, "Lao Niu and I have not wasted our time. We will do something meaningful here."

"Moo?!"

Da Hei Niu's pupils shrank, and he took half a step back in fright at Chen Xun's words. His thousand-year memory suddenly opened the valve, "Building the foundation in one day, golden elixir in one month, and the peerless super heavenly spiritual root..."

"Moo!!!" The big black cow suddenly screamed, snorting heavily and staring at Baili Fengyao.

"Brother Niu?" Xiao Chi stretched out his head, with strong doubts in his eyes. This was the first time he saw Brother Niu's emotions fluctuate so much. The old thief who transformed into a god didn't let Brother Niu do this.

The abbot frowned slightly, looking at Chen Xun and the big black bull. At that moment, he felt a throbbing feeling in his heart, and he did not understand what they meant.

But he really did not understand reincarnation, so he changed the subject: "What are you going to do?"

"Of course... step on the Heavenly Gate, go to the bank of the Tianhe River, and go to the battlefield."

"Moo!"

Chen Xun and the big black bull stood together, their aura began to dissipate, and an extremely terrifying aura began to descend between heaven and earth, becoming transcendent and profound.

These words of the abbot may be passed down by their family. He has not been to the bank of the Tianhe River. The real specific situation has to be witnessed by himself.

Xiao Chi shuddered, and a sense of powerlessness of death suddenly appeared in his heart. The strength of the two elder brothers would not be able to fight against the great power of the God of Transformation...

Its eyes were a little empty. At first, it thought that the two elder brothers would not go. It came true. It didn't expect that they really went!

Xiao Chi lay weakly on the back of the big black bull. It might have tried to escape before, but now it has no idea and can only follow it until the end.

"Being free and unfettered is the true meaning of cultivating immortals, but the donor holds the token of the war camp and has learned the truth. He is still willing to move forward like this. Maybe this is the true will of the sages in my realm. The donor is a person with a big heart."

"The abbot thinks too much. We don't have such a big heart. Everything is just for ourselves."

Chen Xun smiled and shook his head, patted the big black bull and Xiao Chi, "Bai Li Fengyao, I hope we can see each other next time."

"Brothers, set off!"

"Moo!!"

"Roar!!"

Boom!

A violent cyclone rushed straight into the sky, and three figures disappeared in the Chanyin Temple in an instant, leaving only the abbot and the eldest disciple in the wind.

The abbot sighed softly, sat cross-legged outside the hall, and looked at the sunset in the sky. The inexplicable momentum on his body had completely disappeared.

When the memories of the past turned into the breeze on the fingertips, after slowly drifting away, no trace was left.

With endless turbidity and sorrow in his eyes, he sighed:

"I am not the Buddha, I can neither save sentient beings nor save donors. I can only pray that the dusk outside the Chanyin Temple is bright enough. I have been practicing Buddhism for hundreds of years, but I am still obsessed with it. It's ridiculous and lamentable..."

"Master."

"I can only wait, I don't know if I can get that answer."

"Yes."

The two voices became lower and lower, and the Chanyin Temple returned to its former tranquility.

Day after day, year after year, the temple has fallen leaves, the autumn rain is quiet, desolate and elegant, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the two sitting figures...