"That step in the saint's realm?"

I originally wanted to hear what medicine was sold in the Bodhi Patriarch's gourd, but I didn't expect that Lin Yan would be so stupid as to hear it.

"Hey, old man, I heard it right? I'm a mortal who hasn't even tried to pass the tribulation yet! Now you actually asked me to consider things in the holy realm above the divine realm?"

"The saint's gift never depends on your current realm." Bodhi Patriarch stroked his beard and said with a smile: "If the level of effort of a monk can determine the height of his realm, then the limit of his efforts will only reach the divine realm. If he does not have the qualifications to become a saint, even if he works hard for a lifetime, he will never be able to reach the peak and see all the mountains."

After hearing what Bodhi Patriarch said, Lin Yan seemed to be able to appreciate the magnificent painting he painted.

"But, I..."

Lin Yan was still a little unbelievable. Not to mention a saint, even a semi-saint who was one step away from a saint, there were only a few people in this world. If he could have his number one, he would be very "grateful".

If he had first met with the Bodhi Patriarch, he would have agreed with great enthusiasm, but now, Lin Yan, who had passed all his life, wanted to easily express his original beliefs.

It’s not that he did not have the confidence to become a saint, but that he already understood what a heavy word it is to become a saint and could not be easily revealed no matter what.

"Why, don't you believe the saint's eyes?"

Bodhi Patriarch seemed to be able to see through Lin Yan's thoughts and asked with a smile.

"I have one thing that I have never understood. Why, old man, you can always believe that I can help you complete the great cause that stirs up the three realms? I obviously don't even dare to imagine it myself."

Lin Yan was a little depressed, frowned and said softly.

"Boy, do you really think I will only believe you from beginning to end? Hahaha... This is a good joke."

Bodhi Patriarch smiled heartily.

Feeling that he was ridiculed by the ancestor, Lin Yan was a little dissatisfied and said angrily: "What's that?"

"At first, I believed in you, to give you enough support to avoid you from dying. Later, I believed in you because you have become the only way for me to pursue my dreams. Now I believe in you because you have indeed done something unexpected to me."

Bodhi Patriarch said, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

Standing in the distance, facing away from the two, the Skylark's body shook slightly, as if listening carefully.

"Boy, you have to remember that there has never been absolute trust in the world, and there is no conditional trust. All trust is based on equal conditions, even if you and I are no exception;"

"You and my trust is an investment, but this investment between you and me is full of humanity."

Bodhi Patriarch was not at all taboo and said bluntly with a smile.

Yes, there is no unconditional trust in the world. Those who seem to be giving without seeking rewards actually gain something that cannot be measured by benefits.

Such as various emotions, respect or reputation, or just a blind eye to yourself.

"...Old man, I'm a little relieved if you say this.

Lin Yan told the truth.

"Hahahaha, is it? Yes... What else is in the world that is more unbreakable than interests? As long as you and I share a common ambition, then we are eternal allies and humane allies."

Speaking of this, Bodhi Patriarch had a naughty tone in his rare sight.

Lin Yan didn't say much, just smiled relieved.

Just as the next moment when the two were silent, Lin Yan was slapped on the back of the head.

No need to see, it was beaten by the Skylark.

"Talk and chat, then you'll die here. Are you going to rush out if you don't see those two guys? Why don't you handle any important things quickly?"

The Skylark said with a little anger.

Bodhi Patriarch also smiled and looked at Lin Yan and said, "Haha, since that's the case, then it's not too late, boy, stretch out your hand."

Lin Yan did as he did.

For some reason, the Skylark Master who saw this step looked even more nervous than Lin Yan himself.

"Well, you might as well relax. You are a little nervous..."

Lin Yan said a little embarrassedly.

The Skylark Lord restrained a little and immediately gave Lin Yan a blank look. His eyes seemed to be saying: If something goes wrong later, you can die.

"Okay, from now on, don't be distracted. No matter what you feel, just accept it calmly, even if what you are facing is the past that is unbearable to look back on, or even death."

Bodhi Patriarch seriously reminded him.

Lin Yan gradually put away his only scattering, stared at the front, and said, "I understand, come on."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the sword-pinning technique of Bodhi's right hand slamming the strong light that had been accumulated for a long time on Lin Yan's palm!

And when he was talking about it, the Skylark Lord standing behind Lin Yan was also pointed out when Lin Yan was caught off guard and pointed it hard at the junction of Lin Yan's back and the pipa bone!

The two forces that conflicted with each other were injected into Lin Yan's soul in an instant!

A large red and white ring array that looked like Tai Chi slowly formed along Lin Yan's body from bottom to top, gathering all his strength in a very small circle beside Lin Yan.

Everything depends on whether Lin Yan can withstand all this in a moment.

!!!

Time returns to the present.

In the present world, Lin Yan's body was suspended in the air, confronting the golden Buddha summoned by Samantabhadra Manjushri in a distance.

"Huh...it's almost done, this blow needs to be completed."

Lin Yan spoke lightly, his voice not loud.

But what is surprising is that this sentence quietly turns into wind, floating and echoing between heaven and earth!

Every move is a kind of Xingyi everyone’s work!

Because this time, Lin Yan's voice was entirely his own, which made Samantabhadra and Manjushri, who were confronting him from afar, have a lot of thoughts.

"Suddenly, someone changed? Is it because his body can't support the power of the helping hand, or is there any other plan?"

Manjushri said secretly between the transmission of the voice to Samantabhadra.

"Hmph, there is no other possibility. If Tang Xuanzang had not been physically ill, how could the master behind him feel at ease to let a mortal man regulate his body? Maybe the one in front of him would have been a paper tiger long ago."
Chapter completed!