The green donkey and the girls were confused and didn't understand Wang Teng's words.

Perhaps because of the lack of realm, my vision is not so high.

"After you say this, I seem to remember. The old monk in my sleep also said the same thing. He said that the three thousand realms do not exist. One day, they will all return to their original place." Qing Du was confused and thought for a moment, and said so.

The identity of the old man in his sleep is self-evident. It is obviously Bodhidharma, a strange man from the human race.

"I want to go out." Wang Teng said, looking deep in the continent, as if he had made up some decision.

"Where are you going again? When will you come back?" Wu Qingcheng changed color. Last time, Wang Teng left for five years as an opportunity to enter the main realm, which made her worried for so long, and now there are almost shadows.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to verify some guesses." Wang Teng just smiled and touched Wu Qingcheng's hair.

Since he entered the main realm and served as the leader of the Sixth Academy Alliance, Wang Teng naturally exuded a sense of a heroic master, less youthful and more calm and steady, like an emperor, which makes people awe.

So, even if it was just a random move, Wu Qingcheng felt a little warm in his heart. He looked at Wang Teng and laughed softly, "Then you come back early..."

"kindness."

After saying this, Wang Teng's figure faded between the world. No one knew where he went, and the dragon saw his head but didn't see his tail!

The vast land, vast mountains and rivers, and numerous countries. Many peaks flow with auspicious light, and clouds are ripe, giving them full of vitality. This core continent is full of vitality, and compared with the northwest, it seems much more prosperous.

Wang Teng took a step forward, shrank the ground into an inch, and the vast mountains and rivers arrived in an instant. This is the power of the main realm, dominating the universe, and in one thought, it almost crossed endless territory.

The light flashed again, and Wang Teng had already appeared many millions of miles away and came to the southern region.

Lingshan is as majestic as ever, with a sacred golden sound, flowing Buddhist sacred sounds, and spiraling plants and trees, and a peaceful and natural style.

"Donor, you are here." On the top of the mountain, silently, an old man appeared, sitting cross-legged on an ancient pine, with dry skin, wrinkles on his face, wearing a shabby Taoist robe, his eyes were turbid, and his body was covered with wind and frost.

He had no idea how long he had been sitting cross-legged here. His body was the same color as the surrounding cliff walls. He returned to nature. If he didn't look closely, he would think it was an ordinary rock.

But he looked at Wang Teng, smiled slightly, with a kind face, as if he was waiting for him here.

"I've seen senior." Wang Teng's heart was a little ups and downs. This person was the founder of Lingshan - Bodhidharma!
Chapter completed!