As usual, I will make a summary after the time travel, but there are too many doubts about this mission.

First, when Jin Cicada described the situation in a very serious way when she described the task, it seemed as if Master Mingguang was facing a life-and-death crisis. But when she arrived, she realized that although the old master's opponent used some means, it was far from the bottom line as imagined, and she had no intention of hurting people. The purpose was only the relic gold Buddha, which was said to be a inheritance object. In the end, the golden Buddha was lost. Wasn't this task also completed?

So isn’t Jin Chan an unnecessary move? You should know that the initiative of time travel has always been in the hands of Jin Chan. Now the fate is powerless to resist. No matter whether it is serious or not, do you have to work hard?

Second, it is the problem of time flow rate. The Northern Song Dynasty that I traveled through before was already considered a Chinese martial arts world. The people in it have very high military power. At least when they are in the Yuanxing, they can only be considered a small fish. But in such a world, the time flow rate is far less than that of the Dali Dynasty. What does this mean? Is the martial arts value in the Dali Dynasty higher? The spiritual energy there is indeed much more than that of the Northern Song Dynasty, but why have you not encountered a decent master along the way? Is there something behind this that I don’t know?

Moreover, Yuanxing has a strong premonition, and things may not be over, and he may travel through it in the future.

Then there is about the scroll. The picture on it is too strange. The whole picture is dark. You can only barely tell whether it is a person sitting cross-legged in the center, surrounded by something that is not known to be fog or flame. Once you visualize according to your experience when practicing the Heavenly Eye, you will feel that your whole body is dry and hot, like a burning fire. This is really not like the inheritance method of Buddhism.

Master Mingguang's reaction was also very strange. He actually gave him such a scroll of inheriting magical powers. You know, he did not join Mingguang's sect, so why did he give him such a precious thing? What does that mysterious smile mean in the end?

There are too many doubts, which makes Yuan Xing look big, and he seriously feels that his IQ is not enough.

However, he has one advantage: everything is not tolerant, which is commonly known as the big heart. If another person is so semi-forced to become a monk, and he is still called a useless system to control it all day long, wouldn’t he live like a bitter melon?

Since I can't figure it out, I won't waste my brain cells. I have been struggling with the consequences of the future and began to consider some arrangements for my future practice.

What happened during this time travel still affected his heart, making him deeply feel the shortcomings of his own practice.

"It's time to go out for a walk." He murmured, and after a moment of consideration, he called Xiang Ling's phone...

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"Why are you here?" Yuan Xing looked surprised when he saw Xia Xiaonan. Wasn't his contact person replaced by the little girl named Xiang Ling?

"How dare our Supervisor's Office be negligent about what you ordered by Master Yuanxing?" Xia Xiaonan walked into the yard with a smile: "It just happened that there was nothing wrong today, and Xiang Ling didn't know how to drive, so I can only come."

"Thank you for your hard work, donor." Yuan Xing smiled.

"I just said, don't you invite me for a cup of tea?" Xia Xiaonan curled her lips.

The two of them chatted all the way into the house, Yuanxing turned around to serve tea. However, Xia Xiaonan saw the scroll hanging on the wall at a glance and said in confusion: "When did you like this kind of abstract painting?"

Yuan Xing smiled bitterly. The scroll had been hanging on the wall for many days. He would visualize it when he had free time, but after a while, he would not make any progress, but he also made himself exhausted. He really didn't want to mention this, so he put the tea on the round table: "Where is the thing?"

Xia Xiaonan curled her lips, pulled out a few things from her bag and handed them to him.

Yuan Xing took it, and in addition to the ID card and certificate he asked for, there was an additional certificate.

"This is the temporary work permit of the Supervisor's Office, which is convenient for you to do things." Seeing him confused, Xia Xiaonan explained: "If you encounter any trouble, you can ask the local Supervisor's Office or the police for help."

Yuan Xing frowned, thought about it and then put away the documents.

"How long will it take to go out this time? All the tributes are used." Xia Xiaonan couldn't help but ask her questions, and suddenly said in a joke. "I used to think you were a serious monk. Who would have thought you were a fake monk who didn't even have a tribute."

If I can really take out the sacrificial certificates I used in the past, I will scare you to death. Yuan Xing complained silently in his heart. But he said, "For those who have truly become monks, how can true or false be measured by a sacrificial certificate?" After thinking for a while, he smiled and shook his head: "I felt deeply that I was not enough before. This time I went out to practice and only by making some progress can I return."

"Don't that take a long time?" Xia Xiaonan frowned: "Your phone cannot be turned off. If you encounter any important things, it is convenient to contact us."

Yuan Xing nodded and agreed.

At this time, Xia Xiaonan's eyes were re-shot on the scroll: "Your painting is quite strange. There are dragons and fires beside the monk. Who is the master of your Buddhism?"

"Monk?" Yuan Xing was stunned. He stared at the painting for a long time, but why didn't he find that the person inside was a monk?

"Why aren't you a monk? You're wearing a cassock?" Xia Xiaonan glanced at him strangely: "You're not color blind, are you?"

Yuan Xing stared at the painting again, but his goal was still pitch black. He thought about it, and suddenly took two steps back, then he smiled. He was naturally not color-blind, but the scroll was quite magical. His eyes were transformed too well, so he naturally could not see the whole picture when he was close. Now that the distance was far, he could see clearly the content in the painting.

The figure inside was indeed a monk wearing a cassock, surrounded by flames emitting black air and a dragon shadow with its teeth and claws.

After pondering for a while, Yuan Xing said: "What is depicted here should be the story of the Buddhist ancestor Huai Zhen's Holy Monk in a certain world..." He recalled the legend told by Master Mingguang, and continued: "It is said that in that world, demons were rampant in the early years, and the situation was turbulent. It was the holy monk who finally suppressed a awakened great demon and saved the peace in the world."

"Wouldn't that be similar to our world? If the spiritual energy continues at this speed, the situation of demons and monsters rampant will probably not be far away." Xia Xiaonan couldn't help but be worried when he thought of the current situation. After a moment, he was vigorously cheered up and smiled: "You think, will such a person in our world turn the tide?"

"Maybe!" Yuan Xing pulled the corner of his mouth. What Master Mingguang told was simply called a myth. If you really need such a powerful person to deal with it, how strong is this demon and ghost? Can human civilization still exist?

"Is this saint monk in Huai Zhen very powerful?" Xia Xiaonan was still curious about the painting: "Where did you hear this story? Why have I never heard of it?"

"It was said by an old master to the monk." Yuan Xing smiled slightly, and was in a good mood at this time, so he continued to say: "The life of this holy monk is quite legendary. It is said that he was born in a noble family and was a marquis of the Great Li Dynasty. He also led troops to fight on the battlefield. But just when he won a great victory and Ban Shi returned to Beijing to marry his fiancée, he suddenly abandoned his title and became a monk. After that, he walked to heaven and descended to eliminate demons and suppressed them with his golden body, and was willing to suffer the pain of burning the body of a demon fire for two hundred years..." He couldn't continue here. He didn't realize anything when he heard the story, but now he told it himself, why did he feel so familiar?

"What happened later?" Xia Xiaonan whined.

"Later, he finally killed the demon who was preparing to destroy the world..." Yuan Xing was no longer in his state at this time. His mind was rumbling. Where have I heard this story? While hesitating in his heart, he heard Xia Xiaonan's exclamation: "Look, it seems that there are still words here."

It turned out that she couldn't help but look curiously, and suddenly she found that there seemed to be some handwriting in the lower right corner of the scroll with black flames depicting.

Yuan Xing was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly walked forward and carefully checked the place where Xia Xiaonan pointed. It seemed that there were indeed handwriting, but it was very blurry. He reached out and pulled the scroll off and adjusted the angle. There was a line of hidden small words emerging under the sunlight.

"I was originally free, trapped... three hundred years... flesh and blood, cast..." Perhaps because of the age, many words in it could not be identified. Xia Xiaonan squinted his eyes and carefully identified them, and could see these words clearly, and he felt confused.
Chapter completed!