After Dao Ling confirmed Xia Houjin's purpose of coming, he thought for a moment. Although he still knew his purpose in his heart, he still asked.
Dao Ling glanced at General Xia Houjin, paused for a moment, frowned slightly, and said silently: "Amitabha!"
Then he said with a hint of sadness and helplessness: "Tianyu's Tiangu Tomb, I'm afraid no one in this world can obliterate it, and I only suppressed it."
"You can't kill him either?" Xia Houjin asked with solemn eyes and a hint of confusion.
Dao Ling nodded slightly, feeling helpless.
Xia Houjin's face was heavy. After he condensed slightly, he asked: "When will the suppression be broken?"
Dao Ling sighed and said: "Fifty years later."
Xia Houjin murmured in surprise: "Fifty years!"
Dao Ling nodded bitterly.
Xia Houjin frowned and asked, "Master, is there really no way to kill him?"
Dao Ling replied: "This thing is conceived by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It lives on the essence of all things. All things are not lost, and this thing is immortal!"
The Taoist spirit sighed, and then said: "Unless someone can destroy its origin and destroy its life in an instant."
Xia Houjin looked at Dao Ling with questioning eyes, and Dao Ling sighed: "Amitabha! This poor monk is so helpless!"
"Even Master, you can't kill him. I'm afraid no one in the world can kill him!" Xia Houjin asked with solemn eyes, a sad and unbelievable look on his face.
Dao Ling shook his head bitterly, then smiled and said, "No."
When Xia Houjin heard Dao Ling's words, he looked at Dao Ling excitedly and asked, "Master, is there...?"
Before Xia Houjin could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Dao Ling's words of Amitabha.
"Everything in the world has laws. Life is death, and death is life. Everything has a glimmer of vitality, a glimmer of vitality." Dao Ling meditated silently.
Just as Xiahou Jin was about to ask about this chance of survival, suddenly a voice sounded outside the Zen room, and he said in a childish and generous voice: "Donor, the abbot has entered meditation to cultivate, please don't disturb me."
Then, the door of the Zen room was opened, and Xia Houjin stepped out, looked at the young monk A Si, and said, "Dare you ask the young master's name?"
"Little monk Asi." The young monk Asi replied.
Xia Houjin said silently in his heart: "Asi."
The young monk Ah Si said to Xia Houjin and the others: "Donor, the wing is ready. Please come with me."
Xia Houjin coughed, stopped the young monk Ah Si who had turned around, and said, "We won't disturb him."
The young monk Ah Si glanced at the two of them and said, "Okay, I'll give them to you two. Donor, please come this way."
The young monk Ah Si sent Xia Houjin and his wife to the temple gate and said goodbye: "Donor, please go slowly."
Xia Houjin and Xia Houjin returned the greeting and left in a hurry.
On the way back, Xia Houjin's lieutenant complained: "General, that little monk is so rude. I just..."
Xia Houjin glanced at the deputy general with fierce eyes. The deputy general was frightened and speechless. Then Xia Houjin directly scolded: "Shut up, have you ever seen such a small warrior?"
The deputy general was shocked and said: "General, you are saying that the young monk is a warrior. It is impossible!"
"I can't believe it either, and he has already reached the middle stage of the mortal realm." Xia Houjin said with a solemn tone and deep eyes.
When the deputy general heard Xia Houjin's words, he was speechless and choked with shock.
After Xia Houjin and others left, the young monk A Si returned to the door of the Zen room.
At this time, the Taoist spirit in the Zen room suddenly opened his eyes and said in surprise and disbelief: "How... how is it possible? The spiritual energy is revived!"
Dao Ling closed his eyes and felt it carefully. After confirming that the spiritual energy was definitely revived, he said with a little joy: "It seems that God will not die here! Amitabha, Amitabha."
