"Donor, please take refuge in my Buddha." Sakyamuni smiled, did not answer the question, and looked at Ye Chen kindly.
Ye Chen frowned. Lord Sakyamuni's trick caught him off guard. He respected Buddha but was also afraid of him.
Buddhism is vast and profound, and can save all sentient beings, but it also has infinite magical power. Being targeted by the Buddha, you don't know the blessings or misfortune.
Obviously, he has been targeted by Sakyamuni and wants to invite him to join Buddhism and become a devout believer in Buddhism.
"Is this a deal?" Ye Chen looked up at the top of the mountain and could see Sakyamuni on the top of the mountain through the clouds and mist.
"Of course not." Venerable Sakyamuni Buddha's voice was ethereal, "Don't be in a hurry to answer. It's not too late to come back after you figure it out."
As he spoke, a ray of Buddha's light fell from his fingertips and sank into Ye Chen's eyebrows.
It was a piece of spiritual consciousness, integrated with a huge map, not only with directions, but also with her exact location.
Ye Chen was so excited that he bowed his hands, then hurriedly turned around, stepped into the sky, and headed straight to the west.
Behind him, Sakyamuni looked quietly from a distance, his quiet Buddha eyes flashed with deep meaning, filled with wonder and doubt.
In the misty sky, Ye Chen was as fast as a god, using his peak body skills to the fullest. He couldn't wait to see her.
The sky was bright, but snow began to fall silently in the Western Desert. The snowflakes flew and dyed the sky and the earth white.
The snow-capped, solemn and peaceful mysterious Western Desert adds a touch of tranquility, as quiet as the Dharma.
However, this tranquility was soon broken, and there was another fight. Facing the white snow in the sky, it was a peak showdown.
Looking at the two sides fighting, one of them is the Buddha, and the other is majestic and very impressive.
It was Xizun and Kui Niu. They finally fought, causing quite a stir and attracting monks to watch.
"These two people couldn't fight each other, so why did they get involved?" Sifang was surprised and a little confused.
"You need a reason to fight? Why don't you just start a fight if you don't like it? The prince of the Kui Niu tribe has a hot temper."
"He is so hot that he can be used as a trap. Even Xizun's Golden Body of Ten Thousand Buddhas is difficult to break. If you want to fight him, he will be tortured."
"If you want to fuck Xizun, you must at least be at the level of the Holy Body."
In the midst of the discussion, the battle was raging, Kui Niu was in full swing, attacking and overwhelming, and its combat power was even more peak than its peak.
Compared to him, Na Xizun was calm and indulgent, with bright Buddha eyes, boundless Dharma, and extremely strong fighting power.
Behind him, there is a big Buddha, which is his Buddhist vision. It protects his body and spirit. It is indestructible. Kui Niu attacked and killed him all the way, but failed to break through the defense.
The news seemed to have wings and spread throughout the Western Desert.
Ye Chen heard this too, but he just shook his head and smiled, not surprised at all that Kui Niu was falling behind.
But he didn't go back to help. Although he didn't know what grudges Kui Niu had with Xizun, Xizun would never hurt Kui Niu's life, and everything was just a small fight.
While talking, he entered another ancient city teleportation array.
From then on, he spent the whole journey like this, never stopping according to the position given by Shakya.
He was still feeling sad in his heart. He didn't realize that the distance was so far away. If Sakyamuni hadn't given him the exact location, God knows what year and month he would have found it. The Western Desert was so big.
Three days later, he set foot on a vast land.
This place is far enough away from the bustling area, even a little desolate, with thin spiritual energy, barren trees, and white snow, making it deserted and deserted.
He entered an ancient town and looked up into the distance. It was a mountain peak covered in white snow.
That is Nianci Mountain, and there is a Nianci Nunnery on it. The woman from the City Without Tears is in that Nianci Nunnery.
"No wonder I couldn't find it for a long time, but it was meditating in such a remote place." Ye Chen couldn't help but murmured softly.
"Fangbian's wine, I would like to buy some to warm myself up." Ye Chen was lost in thought when he was interrupted by an old voice on the side of the street, it was an old man selling wine.
The weather was bad, the snow was falling, and in this ancient town far away from the bustling place, there were not many people on the street. Even if there were, they were just hurriedly walking by with their hands folded.
There were only a few people, and one of them was the old man selling wine. He was alone on the street. Although he was a monk, he seemed to be very cold and was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket.
His cultivation level is not high, even a little pitiful. He is only in the True Yang realm, and as for his age, he is not young.
"Senior, do you believe in Buddhism or not?" Ye Chen smiled while taking the Source Stone, thinking that he was taking care of the old man's business.
"I have no connection with the Buddha." The old man smiled kindly and handed over two pots of wine. "My little friend has come a long way and is so tired. Do you want to go to Nianci'an?"
"Just passing by." Ye Chen smiled lightly, took away two bottles of wine, held it in one hand, and walked through the quiet town.
He left a series of footprints on the vast land.
The snow petals were like a dream, just like his current state of mind, it was quite unreal, he was about to see her.
At the foot of Nianci Mountain, he slowly stopped and looked up quietly.
This is a small mountain, the peak is not high, nothing surprising, but it has a kind of tranquility far away from the turbid world.
Looking up from the bottom of the mountain, you can vaguely see the temple on the top of the mountain. It is Nianci Temple, peaceful and quiet.
He took a deep breath and gently raised the soles of his feet. He did not move up to the sky, but walked up the stone steps step by step.
He didn't know whether to be excited or nervous. There was hope in his heart, for fear that the woman was not Chu Xuan or Chu Ling.
He also didn't dare to use Zhoutian Evolution to make rash calculations.
In other words, he didn't dare to reveal the answer easily. The years were too vicissitudes, and he always had to leave some thoughts.
The heavy snow was still floating, hitting his shoulders lightly, turning into mist and blending into his clothes, but it was not cold.
He climbed the stone steps and saw a tile-roofed temple. In front of the temple, there was a little nun sweeping the snow with a broom. She was restless and kept mumbling.
"Huh?" Maybe she noticed someone, so the little nun couldn't help but turn her head and look at her. She still looked like a girl, with big clear eyes gleaming, "Who are you!"
"Just a passerby." Ye Chen smiled, opened a jar of turbid wine, raised his head and took a sip, but felt that the turbid wine was extraordinary, strong in the mouth, but like a ray of clear water in the stomach.
Subconsciously, he turned his head slightly and looked at the ancient town at the bottom of the mountain. The old man selling wine was still there, taking a nap there with his hands folded, waiting for someone to buy wine.
The wine was muddy, but it was extraordinary. Even though the old man was sloppy, it was definitely not simple, which made him feel surprised.
"Return to nature?" Ye Chen whispered again.
"Then what are you doing here at Nianci'an?" The little nun raised her little face, her eyes extremely clear.
Ye Chen came back to his senses, cupped his hands and said, "I want to see the fairy from the City Without Tears, and I also hope that the little Taoist nun will pass it on."
"Uh." The little Taoist nun greeted her and ran in with her broom in her arms. Then a voice came back, "Master, master, someone wants to see the fairy."
Soon, the little nun jumped out, followed by someone, an old nun.
"Master, that's him." said the little nun.
The old nun saluted and glanced at Ye Chen up and down. With her cultivation in the Spiritual Void Realm, she could easily embarrass Ye Chen.
"I've met the Taoist nun." Ye Chen knew etiquette very well.
"Please come inside." The old nun stretched out her palm.
"Thank you." Ye Chen stepped into Nianci Temple.
Nianci'an is not big and very quiet. Apart from the young nun and the old nun, there is only one person there.
The third person is naturally the Fairy from the City Without Tears.
Ye Chen found her location accurately without any guidance, and walked step by step without being impatient.
Deep in the green bamboo, there was a small bamboo house. He stopped and stood quietly, his heart pounding, his holy body lifted up, tensed and not letting up.
"Is... is it you?" After thousands of words, he finally started with this sentence. His voice was dry and hoarse, with a touch of ancient vicissitudes.
In a word, a breeze started and the snow petals swayed.
But after hearing a squeak, the bamboo houses slowly opened, and a peerless woman walked out, dressed in white clothes, just like the white snow, without the slightest filth.
She was covered with a plain gauze, so she couldn't see her true appearance clearly. Her eyes were clear and clean, but extremely cold. Three thousand blue hairs moved without wind, and every strand was dyed with divine glow.
Ye Chen only glanced at it, and his tense body was like a deflated rubber ball. He staggered, as if there was no support from his bones, and he almost collapsed to the ground on the spot.
She was not one of them, he didn't even need to see her true face, just her eyes were enough to identify her.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
He smiled a little tiredly, his tall and straight ancient body became rickety, his face instantly turned pale, his fingers became stiff, and he lost all the feeling he should have.
"Ancient Holy Body." Fairy Wu Tear murmured softly, her expression still cold and unconcerned.
Ye Chen hurriedly put his thoughts away and took out the scroll of Chu Xuan (Chu Ling), "Has the fairy seen her before?"
"What about you? Have you ever seen him." Fairy Wutear also waved her hands, and there was a scroll hanging in the air. On it was a man who was exactly the same as Ye Chensheng. To be more precise, it was Ye Chen.
Without saying a word, Ye Chen took off his black robe and took off the ghost mask, revealing his true appearance that had gone through the vicissitudes of time.
"The person that the goddess dreams about is probably you." Fairy Wu Tearless said lightly, "In this world, people like you actually exist. It's really cause and effect."
"You haven't answered my question yet." Ye Chen looked straight at the Tearless Fairy in front of him, "The person in this painting belongs to your Tearless City."
"She is the goddess of the City of No Tears." The Fairy of No Tears, with icy muscles and jade bones, stands gracefully like a statue.
As soon as these words came out, Ye Chen's feeling of despair suddenly aroused, and he hurriedly bowed his hands and saluted, with a pleading tone in his tone, "I want to see the fairy, I want to see your goddess."
"Who is she?" Fairy Wutear said calmly.
"My wife." When Ye Chen said these three words, there were still tears in his eyes, and he couldn't stop them.
"The Supreme Being forgets his feelings and has no tears...that is, he is ruthless."
"Whether she is affectionate or ruthless, I want to see her."
"The City without Tears has left, and as a City without Tears, I can't contact it either." Fairy Without Tears said.
"When will the City without Tears come again?" Ye Chen tensed up again and looked at the Fairy Without Tears expectantly. He had missed it twice and didn't want to miss it a third time.
"I don't know." Fairy Wutear said calmly and softly.
"How could you not know." Ye Chen suddenly roared, and the emotions that had been suppressed for more than two hundred years burst out in an instant, and his momentum suddenly appeared, swallowing up everything.
His expression was even a little ferocious, his tearful eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and tears and blood were mingling.