Hearing this, Ye Chen was startled again, and hurriedly averted his eyes, muttering in his heart, did she know that Bei Sheng was a woman? Can she recognize me? Does she know that I robbed Beisheng
This surprised him. No one here knew that Beisheng was a woman, and no one knew that he robbed Beisheng. No one recognized him, but she seemed to know everything.
Two or three seconds later, he turned his head to look at Ji Ningshuang. She had sat down, spread the wordless Bible on her knees, and was diligently reading, looking like a bookworm.
He was very sure that even after three years, she still had not unlocked the memory block, because the real Ji Ningshuang would never blink at him or smile at him like that.
"The past is too painful, it's good to be your Yaochi." Ye Chen closed his eyes again, turned around slowly, and disappeared on the top of the mountain in one step, ignoring the battle between the Southern Emperor and the Northern Saint.
Xiao Jiuxian felt excited, but when he looked back, Ye Chen was missing: Where is the person
Ye Chen went to the depths again. There were many people in the depths. Not everyone was watching the battle between the Southern Emperor and the Northern Saint. For example, some old guys had gone deeper into the ruins to seek opportunities.
Late at night, the battle between the Southern Emperor and the Northern Saint ended. Their fighting strength was even, and there was no winner.
The ruins became much calmer. After watching a big battle, the monks dispersed with their own thoughts and continued to wander around the ruins. Many people found opportunities, and many lost their lives.
With the full moon in the sky, Ye Chen stepped across a vast ocean and found a temple deep in the ocean.
The temple is dilapidated, very ancient, covered with the dust of time, and weeds can be seen everywhere. The standing Buddha statue in it is covered with many spider webs, but it still hangs with compassion and mercy.
Ye Chen walked all the way and came to the courtyard behind the temple. He saw a person sitting under an ancient tree, chanting sutras and meditating. If he took a closer look, wasn't he the Xizun of Xuanhuang
The western statue is the Buddha, who looks like an old monk sitting cross-legged. His body is radiant with Buddha's light, and there is a halo of Buddha's light behind his head. Even the rosary beads in his hand are shining with luster, and each one is filled with Zen meaning.
He is the Venerable Master of the Xuanhuang West Desert, and he is as famous as the Southern Emperor and the Northern Sage. He carries the inheritance of the Buddha, which makes it difficult for people to understand. All they know is that the Buddhist scriptures recited in his mouth incorporate too much supreme Buddhist teachings.
Suddenly, Ye Chen's eyes moved from Xizun to the ancient tree behind Xizun.
The tree is very extraordinary, simple and natural, lush and green. Its leaves do not attract dust. One or two pieces fall from time to time with the wind. As they fall, they turn into wisps of Buddha's light until they are invisible.
"Bodhi tree." Ye Chen murmured softly, as if he recognized the ancient tree. According to legend, it was under the Bodhi tree that the Zen Buddha attained enlightenment and became emperor. The Tathagata, the Great Sun, left an immortal legacy.
"The donor also recognizes this tree." Xizun opened his eyes, and his eyes were like bright mirrors, reflecting dirt.
"I've heard of it." Ye Chen smiled slightly, glanced at his side, sat down on the platform of a dry well, and then took out the wine bottle, "Xizun Guo is just like the rumors, it's not simple."
"The same goes for the ancient holy body." Xizun chuckled, picked up a fallen leaf, turned it into Buddha's light, and blended into the Bodhi tree. The entire Bodhi tree was dyed with the Buddha's Taoist aggregate.
Ye Chen said nothing, but his eyes narrowed slightly. He was surprised that Xizun could reveal his identity, and judging from his indifferent expression, it seemed that he knew he was the Ancient Holy Body.
Xizun still smiled lightly, and looked at Ye Chen quietly with his mirror-like eyes, their eyes intertwined.
The dilapidated temple fell into silence. The breeze blew gently, and fallen bodhi leaves flapped on the shoulders of Ye Chen and Xizun. Both of them remained motionless, just looking at each other quietly.
At some point, they saw their bodies tremble together. A stream of blood overflowed from the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, and blood overflowed from the corner of Xizun's mouth, but it turned into Buddha's light in an instant.
Yes, the two were fighting with their minds before, and the outcome was indistinguishable. Xizun could not do anything to Ye Chen, and Ye Chen still could not defeat Xizun. Taoism and Buddhism were equally matched.
Xizun stood up, held the rosary beads in his hand, and left slowly. After he left, the Bodhi tree disappeared, "The Bodhi tree has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so how can it cause dust."
"It's so elegant." Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and had a new definition of the power of Xizun. He was not weaker than the Southern Emperor, the Northern Saint and the Zhonghuang, and could also stand shoulder to shoulder with the Eastern God.
With that said, he took the last sip of wine, turned over and jumped into the dry well. This ruined temple not only had the Bodhi tree, a Buddhist Zen object, but also other secret treasures in the dry well.
In the previous battle of thoughts, the two of them had a tacit understanding. Ye Chen did not grab the bodhi tree behind Xizun's seat, and the same was true for Xizun. He had known that there was a treasure in the dry well, but because he had learned Zen under the bodhi tree, he had no time to care about him. Since there is no distinction between the top and the bottom in the fight, both of them will get something.
Ye Chen has fallen into the dry well. There is no water in it. It is a cave with a radius of only thirty feet. There is only a stone table, a stone chair and an ancient stone lamp on the table.
I don’t know what era the cave is from. It has been through many vicissitudes of time. The dust of the years has obscured its original appearance, sealing everything in dust. Only the stone lamp is still burning with a weak candlelight at this moment.
Ye Chen stepped forward, sat on the stone chair, and looked at the stone lamp quietly, or to be more precise, at its wick. It was a remnant soul, which had long since dispersed, leaving only its soul power.
Perhaps it was too long ago, and the remaining trace of soul power was burned out at this moment. The flickering candle flame was extinguished, leaving only the simple and natural stone lamp.
But Ye Chen clearly heard a sad sigh at the moment when the candlelight dissipated, and saw an ancient picture: it was a young man who integrated a wisp of his soul into the stone lamp and lit the everlasting flame. Sitting there and guarding him until time turns his head white.
Ye Chen was in a daze, subconsciously took the stone lamp, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
From the outside, there was nothing surprising about the stone lantern, but when he opened his fairy eyes and looked at it, he found that the energy and blood were extremely mysterious. The stone that the stone lantern was made of contained innate mysterious power, a power he had never seen before.
"Is this the legendary knot lamp?" Ye Chen seemed to recognize what this lamp was.
He heard the legend about the soul lantern from the Taoist body of the Sword God. The soul lantern is an ancient divine object that helps people resurrect their souls. By injecting a ray of soul and burning the fire of the soul, it can give birth to a new spirit.
"It is indeed a treasure." Ye Chen chuckled and sealed the soul lantern inside his body. Compared to the Bodhi tree, this soul lantern was more valuable. The legendary thing must surely win the fortune of heaven.
Having obtained the treasure, he turned around and left the cave, not forgetting to use secret techniques to seal the cave in dust.
He knew that there must be a sad story in this cave. Someone wanted to use the spirit lamp to resurrect a person's soul, but in the end he could not wait for the years and even died before the person returned.
Taking one last look at the cave, he stepped out of the dry well and stepped out of the dilapidated temple.
This temple is really a place of chance. There is a bodhi tree and a soul lamp. Fortunately, he found it by chance. Similarly, Xizun was also lucky.
The ancient temple was peaceful, but outside it was lively. Someone was fighting, fighting for an exquisite small tower. The battle was so turbulent that it caused the sky to collapse, and the whole world turned into chaos.
Besides, both sides of the battle were not ordinary people. They had shoulder-to-shoulder fighting strength and strong bloodlines. The most important thing was that Ye Chen knew them as the Son of God of the Witch Clan and the Son of the Demon Clan.
"Boy, I've been looking for you for a long time." Ye Chen cursed secretly and went to kill him with a mace.
The battle between the God Son of the Witch Clan and the Son of the Demon Clan was in full swing, and they were fighting equally. Ye Chen suddenly came to kill him, and the Son of the Demon Clan was caught off guard, and was thrown away with a stick.
The demon clan's divine son was in a pitiful form. As he flew upside down, his divine body continued to break apart, and demon blood spurted out. Every strand was very dazzling. After he stabilized his body, another mouthful of blood spurted out.
"I'll go." The Witch Clan God Son was surprised and stopped immediately. He looked at Ye Chen as if he were a monster. The body of the Demon Clan God Son who could hit him with a stick broke apart. How strong this guy must be!