At the altar at the bottom of the mountain, Ye Chen sat quietly with his head buried, his messy white hair covering his old face.
He was like a statue carved in stone, motionless. If he moved occasionally, it would cause the sound of the iron chains clanking.
He should be a dragon soaring in the nine heavens, but at this moment he is worse than an ant. He must be left scratched by the ruthless years at the bottom of the dark Five Fingers Mountain.
The seal of the Buddha's mind body is too strong and supported by infinite mind power. This kind of imprisonment cannot be broken except by the emperor's soldiers.
Unfortunately, he has no imperial soldiers and cannot break the ban.
Unless someone is bombarding Wuzhishan from outside with imperial soldiers.
However, the super sects and ancient races with extremely powerful imperial weapons have all proclaimed themselves, and the remaining third- and fifth-rate forces will not have imperial weapons of that level at all.
Even if there were, most likely they would not risk provoking Buddha to save him. He doesn't have that much face.
When the wind blew, his body trembled slightly, and his already sluggish aura became even more depressed. His already old appearance became even more sluggish, and the aura of death seemed to be hidden and emerging.
In an instant, his cultivation level finally fell from the quasi-sage to the imperial realm. There was no warning, but it was expected.
Zhou Tian's evolution is too weird. Even if he doesn't use this method, his cultivation level will fall and his lifespan will also be reduced. It dissolves his cultivation level and longevity all the time.
If Zhou Tian is moved rashly again, the speed of its backlash will accelerate, getting worse every time, and it will be irresistible.
The unchanging truths from ancient times and the overbearing secret arts and magical powers all have overbearing backlash, which is extremely violent.
And he is a bloody example. He has broken secrets and violated taboos all the way, and the backlash has been brutal, and has gradually devastated him.
The great cauldron buzzed, the immortal fire and thunder also turned into dragon shapes and roared wildly in the Dan Sea, all mourning for him.
But all of these are of no avail. They are also like Ye Chen, suppressed by the Buddha and unable to break through the confinement.
Quietly, night fell again, and everything was silent.
In the void, a figure came from the sky. He was dressed slovenly and was an old man with a beard and unkempt hair.
That was Yan Laodao, which landed at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.
"The Buddha's seal is indeed overbearing." Yan Laodao raised his head and glanced at the Buddha scroll hanging on the top of the mountain.
After saying that, he looked at the bottom of the mountain, and seemed to be able to see Ye Chen inside, "It's not good to offend anyone, but I want to offend Buddha."
"I don't need his mercy." Ye Chen spoke calmly, with calm eyes, "Even if he seals me until death, I will still not bow to the Buddha."
"Are all members of the Holy Body so strong?" Yan Laodao sighed and shook his head.
As he said that, he cut out a three-foot stone tablet with his sword and erected it at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain. "I will go to find my old family. I hope you can survive until then. If you can't, this stone tablet will be yours." tombstone."
"Thank you." Ye Chen smiled with vicissitudes of life.
Yan Laodao sighed again, turned around and went up to Xutian.
The world has returned to tranquility once again, with only fallen leaves swaying in the wind and flapping on Wuzhi Mountain.
Ye Chen's eyelids trembled, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep, motionless at the bottom of the dark mountain.
He slept for three days and never woke up.
During the three days, people still came, in twos and threes.
Most of them are an older generation and a younger generation, none of whom have high cultivation level and are tired of traveling, who want to see the true appearance of the holy body.
"Grandpa, are the people pressing down at the foot of the mountain really powerful?" A simple and honest young man looked at his elder, with big clear eyes and innocence.
"He is a holy body, invincible at the same level, and equal to the emperor. His legends are all myths." The old monk smiled and touched the young man's little head, his eyes full of kindness.
"That holy body is really pitiful, it was suppressed ruthlessly."
"Get lost, everyone get lost." There was a shout, with a fierce look, and more than a dozen young people came from the sky, arrogant and domineering.
Seeing this, the senior cultivators hurriedly retreated with their juniors, for fear of being angered and causing death.
Looking at the dozen young people, they are not from one force, but from multiple forces, and they are all quasi-sage in cultivation.
"Ye Chen, you have today too." More than a dozen young men, all with ferocious faces and ferocious expressions, were gnashing their teeth, wishing they could drag Ye Chen out and tear him to pieces.
"Oh, there is a tombstone." A dozen young people saw the tombstone at the foot of the mountain and laughed playfully.
"Come on, come on, pour some water." A purple-haired young man stepped forward, untied his belt, and took out his little brother.
Instantly, the sound of sparse water rang out, and the purple-haired young man's urine also sprayed on the tombstone. He took a good look at the tombstone and was peeed all over.
"It's so charming, I'll come too." The others showed their white teeth and smiled sinisterly.
"Even if you are sealed, it won't make it easy for you."
The sound of water started again, accompanied by unbridled laughter, "Ye Chen, this tastes so good, I prepared it for you."
"Grandpa, them." The honest young man not far away, with an angry look on his face, was grabbed.
"We can't afford to offend him." The old monk covered the young man's mouth and dragged him away. Although he was extremely angry, he was unable to control him. They were all weak.
At the foot of the mountain, a dozen young people trembled, pulled up their pants, spit and cursed, and walked away laughing.
When such a happy news spread among them, the eyes of those who had a grudge against Ye Chen suddenly brightened.
Peeing in front of the tombstone of the Eucharist, just listening to it made me feel extremely happy, and just thinking about it made me crazy with excitement.
Ever since, there were more and more people at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.
There are always some people, either in groups of three or in teams of five, who come to Wuzhishan to urinate.
Qing Yishui's true enemies include people from Taiqing Palace, Heavenly Punishment Holy Land, Cangling Palace and other forces.
The monks from all over the world lamented that the holy body had created myths one after another, but now it was so miserable.
It is really the wind and the sun, the tiger falls on the plain and is bullied by the dog. This is the way of the world, it is a cruel irony.
The existence of Wuzhishan makes people feel inexplicably sad, sad for Ye Chen and sad for the world.
These evil things lasted for a month before they gradually subsided. No response was seen from Ye Chen. Those people felt that it was boring, and the number of visitors gradually became rare.
It was another peaceful night. Ye Chen, who was sleeping, opened his eyes for the first time and looked outside Wuzhi Mountain.
Someone came from outside the mountain. She was a peerless woman. She was covered with plain gauze and white clothes. Her true appearance could not be seen clearly. All she could see was that her eyes were clear and clean, but she was extremely indifferent. Three thousand blue hairs were moving without the wind, and every strand was dyed with the spirit. Xia.
Isn't she the tearless fairy from Nianci'an
In the past, Ye Chen went to Nian Ci Temple in search of Chu Xuan, went crazy and almost killed her.
As she spoke, Fairy Wu Tearlessly landed gracefully at the foot of the mountain. She first glanced at the Buddha scroll on the top of Wuzhi Mountain, and then looked sideways at Yan Laodaoli's tombstone.
The tombstone is dirty, it is the smell of urine.
"Fairy, can you tell me about your goddess?" Ye Chen raised his head, his voice was hoarse, old and vicissitudes of life, and his dim eyes looked at the tearless fairy quietly.
"Her name is Wangqing, she became a saint at the age of 100, and she is the most stunning Supreme Immortal Body since the establishment of the City without Tears." Fairy Wu Tears opened her lips slightly, and uttered light words, like the sound of nature from the sky, which was very beautiful.
"She has hobbies." Ye Chen had tears in his eyes.
"When the night is quiet, I like to stand on the top of the mountain and look up at the misty sky."
"She must be beautiful and holy under the moonlight."
"As you said." The Tearless Fairy's eyes were quiet, and before she finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the night.
"If the fairy goes back next year, can you bring a message to your goddess? Just say: There is a man named Ye Chen who has never forgotten her and is waiting for her to come home."
"The Supreme Being forgets his feelings. Without tears, he is heartless." The tearless fairy's reply was extremely ethereal, just like her eyes, quiet and without any ripples.