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Chapter 327: Bodhidharma Relics?! Traveling through time again! (Subscribe)
"Buddha, bring the relics of Bodhidharma here."

Suddenly, Huijue's respectful voice came from outside the hall.

Chen Yan and the young monk Tianyin just ended their conversation. The young monk Tianyin looked outside the hall, but did not see Huijue.

Apparently, when a few monks from the White Horse Temple went out just now, they told Huijue that the young monk Tianyin was talking to Chen Yan inside and it was not convenient to disturb them, so Huijue did not enter the hall.

Seeing that there was no one from Huijue at the door, the young monk Tianyin spoke:
"Brother Huijue, please come in."

"Yes!"

After a while, Huijue's slightly plump figure appeared at the door, holding a very simple-looking bamboo box in his hands. The box itself was not made of any spiritual bamboo, but just ordinary bamboo, without any spiritual power reaction.

It was not until Huijue brought over the relics of Bodhidharma that Chen Yan's attention shifted from the Netherworld Fruit to the purpose of his trip to the White Horse Temple - the relics of Bodhidharma!
This was his main purpose for coming to the White Horse Temple. As for the other things, including knowing about the Netherworld Fruit, they were just unexpected gains.

In fact, for Chen Yan, who already possessed two Dao Fruits, he was not very enthusiastic about the third Dao Fruit, at least not as enthusiastic as other cultivators.

For Chen Yan, as long as he practices step by step until his Yang God is perfected, he will have enough Tao fruit to become an immortal.

Anyway, Chen Yan would not join in the fun of this Netherworld Dao Fruit.

Chen Yan felt that if he really waited for the Netherworld Dao Fruit to come out, there would definitely be many Yangshen True Lords fighting for it. As a small Yin God, it would be better for him not to join in the fun. Wouldn't it be better to use this time to improve his own strength?

Thinking of this, Huijue had already walked in with a bamboo box in his arms. Perhaps because he was afraid of Chen Yan, he took a long detour and came close to the young monk Tianyin, saying:

"Buddha, this is the relic left by Patriarch Bodhidharma when he passed away. According to Patriarch Sankong's order, we have kept it sealed and never shown it to anyone."

When mentioning the word "show to people", Huijue subconsciously glanced at Chen Yan. Obviously, this order would be broken today. The relics of Bodhidharma, which had been sealed for a thousand years, would also be shown to the world today.

The young monk Tianyin did not seem particularly interested in the relics of Bodhidharma. He just glanced at them, nodded, and instructed:

"Then just hand it over to Benefactor Chen for a look."

"Yes."

Huijue nodded respectfully, then, holding the bamboo box, he walked to a distance of one meter from Chen Yan and stood still. This time, he did not dare to show any emotion, but bowed his head more respectfully and said:

"Donor Chen, please."

Chen Yan nodded and did not make things difficult for Huijue. He sent out a wisp of magic power around the bamboo box with his fingers, and then he gently pulled it and the bamboo box fell into his hand.

Chen Yan did not rush to open it, but looked at the little monk Tianyin opposite him with some doubt, and asked curiously:

"Has no one ever seen the relics of Bodhidharma?"

The young monk Tianyin nodded:
"That's right. After Bodhidharma passed away, his relics have been sealed up until today according to Brother Sankong's instructions. Except for Brother Sankong himself, everyone who saw them back then has passed away. Now no one knows what is inside."

At this point, the young monk Tianyin couldn't help but take a look at the bamboo box.

It’s not that he was interested in the relics of Bodhidharma. The young monk Tianyin was just wondering what was in the bamboo box that would lead Senior Brother Sankong to give such an order.

On the other side, Chen Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at the bamboo box in his hand with some surprise. He didn't expect that this bamboo box had never been opened since the day it was sealed. He couldn't help but become more interested in the things stored in the bamboo box.

Although they said that they were the relics of Bodhidharma, in fact, Chen Yan and the young monk Tianyin knew very well in their hearts that Bodhidharma, who founded the martial arts lineage of the Wu Dynasty, was probably not dead at all. Even if he was dead, it was only his incarnation in the underworld that died.

Although the two did not say it explicitly, they both knew it very well.

Chen Yan, holding the bamboo box with one hand and gently placing the other hand on the bamboo cover, looked at the young monk Tianyin beside him and said:

"Then I opened it?"

The young monk Tianyin nodded and put his hands together and said:
"Amitabha, Mr. Chen, please open it."

At this time, Monk Huijue, who was still lingering in the central hall, asked:
"Buddha, should I step aside for a while?"

Although he said this, Monk Huijue's eyes were always on the bamboo box.

Obviously, the monk of the White Horse Temple was also very curious about what this relic of Bodhidharma that had been sealed in his White Horse Temple for hundreds of years was.

The young monk Tianyin shook his head: "No need, since I have already asked Benefactor Chen to take a look, I don't mind having you as my junior brother."

As he spoke, the little monk Tianyin looked at Chen Yan again and gestured with his hand:
"Donor Chen, please."

Chen Yan nodded, and then without hesitation, he gently opened the bamboo cover in his hand.

Soon, the contents of the bamboo box appeared in front of Chen Yan and the other two without any cover.

Chen Yan immediately turned his gaze into the bamboo box.

Unexpectedly, this relic of Bodhidharma did not contain too many things. There were not even the books or manuals as Chen Yan had expected, nor even any silk or text.

Overall, the things contained in the bamboo box containing the relics of Bodhidharma can be described as pitifully few. There is only one thing in it - a "stone" that looks like a stone and is about the size of an adult's thumb.

Chen Yan frowned. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the thing in the bamboo box seemed to be just a stone. However, the color of this "stone" looked a little special, and the surface color looked a little light gold.

Chen Yan took a look and found nothing. However, the monks Tianyin and Huijue, who were also paying attention, blurted out almost in unison the moment they saw the pale golden "stone":
"Relics!!!"

"Relic?"

Chen Yan repeated the sentence, but his brows furrowed even deeper, and his eyes were full of confusion.

Of course Chen Yan had heard of the relic, both in his past life and in this life. It was said that after a Buddhist monk passed away, his body would turn into a relic.

But what Chen Yan didn't expect was that there was nothing in the bamboo box containing Bodhidharma's relics. No manuals, no scriptures, only a relic that belonged to someone unknown.

Could it be the relics of Bodhidharma?
Chen Yan frowned.

But I felt that it was a little impossible.

Deep in Chen Yan's heart, he had already placed Master Bodhidharma above Yang Shen, at least a supreme being at the same level as the legendary immortals.

It is no exaggeration to say that such a powerful Patriarch Bodhidharma was invincible in the underworld at that time. Even "Choufei", a member of the Yellow Springs Organization who descended on the underworld and extracted the original power of the underworld to nurture the fruit of the Tao, might not be a match for Patriarch Bodhidharma, even though Patriarch Bodhidharma at that time might even be just a clone.

At this moment, Chen Yan had two questions in his mind.

Is this relic really Bodhidharma's?

If so, who killed Bodhidharma?
If not, then whose relic would it belong to?

Why after Bodhidharma passed away, the relic box that belonged to Bodhidharma contained other people’s relics?

With such doubts, Chen Yan stretched out his hand and wanted to take the relic out of the bamboo box.

But I didn’t expect it!

The moment Chen Yan's fingertips just touched the relic -

A strong suction force came from this small relic!
Chen Yan's face changed drastically, but the suction came so quickly and suddenly that he didn't have any time to react.

Chen Yan felt dizzy and his vision went dark before he completely lost consciousness.
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In the dark night, there are stars twinkling, and the starlight shines through the unmelted snow, illuminating the entire Dafo Mountain. Dafo Mountain is the legendary place where Bodhidharma, the first ancestor of Zen Buddhism, attained enlightenment.

According to legend, the mountain was renamed Dafo Mountain because Buddhist believers in later generations, with an extremely pious attitude, selected the most majestic and tallest mountain among the mountains, split it open, and carved it into the shape of a giant Buddha.

It is said that the Buddha statue was so huge that just one toe was over ten feet tall.

"I was careless..."

In the night breeze, a sigh full of self-blame was heard from the simple temple in the mountains.

The owner of this sigh was none other than Chen Yan, who touched the relic.

Looking at the figure in the bronze mirror, Chen Yan had a bitter smile on his face.

I have to say, he was a little careless.

He never imagined that this relic would inexplicably teleport him to this unknown place.

The figure reflected in the bronze mirror was no longer a handsome young man in a black robe, but a warrior monk with a bronze complexion, about thirty years old, and looking quite sturdy.

what is this?
Traveling through time again?

Chen Yan felt helpless.

The only thing that comforted Chen Yan was that he could still feel the existence of the Book of Merit.

At least as long as the Book of Merit is still there, no matter where he is, Chen Yan will not be too panicked.

Thinking of this, Chen Yan quietly pushed open the window. Through the starlight and snowlight, he could vaguely see the outside world and smell the faint scent of burning incense.

All this told him that he seemed to have really entered an extremely real world, and it was not an illusion created by the relic.

If this is really an illusion, then it is too real...

"Dharma..."

Chen Yan lowered his head, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

There is no doubt that the culprit causing all these phenomena is the relic in the bamboo box.

Moreover, Chen Yan did not think that this was a conspiracy by the young monk Tianyin or the White Horse Temple.

First of all, when the monks of the White Horse Temple heard that Chen Yan wanted to borrow the relics of Bodhidharma to have a look, the anger they showed was not fake. They were truly angry and humiliated, and they wished they could swallow Chen Yan up.

Moreover, Chen Yan could clearly feel that the young monk Tianyin had no ill will towards him. At least from the moment Chen Yan "traveled" through this world, at that first glance, Chen Yan could clearly see the astonishment in the young monk Tianyin's eyes.

Obviously, the young monk Tianyin did not expect such an accident to happen suddenly.

If this is really a trap set by the little monk Tianyin, then Chen Yan can only say that he is the winner of the Oscar for Best Actor.

Closer to home.

If this wasn't a trap set by the little monk Tianyin, but the relic was the cause of the trouble, then this place must be related to Bodhidharma...

Thinking of this, Chen Yan's slightly agitated heart gradually calmed down.

Since this place is related to Bodhidharma, whether he can find the secret of martial arts and see the gods on this trip probably depends on this place.

With a slight movement in his heart, Chen Yan pushed open the gate and walked out.

But then Chen Yan was so shocked that he couldn't express it in words.

Mountain wind, wooden door, mountain, soil, snow...

Everything he could see and touch was real, without any falsehood.

Chen Yan really couldn't believe it. If everything before his eyes was an illusion, then the real world was an even bigger illusion.

Walking out of the courtyard, there is a huge square. Although it is called a square, in fact there is not even a single stone slab. It is just the compacted mountain ground.

In the center of the square, Chen Yan found a large natural rock.

It was a huge stone mixed with blue and black, weighing unknown thousands or even tens of thousands of pounds, more than ten feet high, shaped like a giant toad, but extremely smooth.

It looked quite strange, so Chen Yan took a closer look.

At that time, there were many monks coming and going in the square, but no one seemed to notice Chen Yan's presence.

Such a strange scene made Chen Yan confused again.

Is this really just an illusion, so these monks can't see him?

at this time--

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

The morning bell rang, echoing among the mountains and forests.

It was the middle of winter, with freezing cold, but the monks, dressed lightly, seemed unaware of the situation and sat cross-legged in the square.

Almost all the monks are thin and lean, but their spirit and temperament are like torches that cannot be ignored.

"This spiritual power..."

Chen Yan murmured in his heart, seeming to be touched.

The sound of chanting echoed throughout the mountains and forests, awakening the winter night before the sun rose.

"Amitabha."

At this time, an old monk with white beard and eyebrows came slowly. When he saw Chen Yan, he bowed first, then had some doubts:

"Brother, haven't you set off yet?"

"Can you see me?"

Chen Yan was shocked.

You know, he has been standing alone in the center of the square for quite some time, and none of the monks passing by even looked at him, as if Chen Yan did not exist at all.

Now suddenly an old monk comes to Chen Yan and speaks in a very familiar tone. How can Chen Yan not be surprised?
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(End of this chapter)