The God Emperor is majestic, majestic and straight, entwined with strands of chaotic energy, detached yet mysterious, like a living Supreme Being looking down upon all living beings.
Standing on the top of Mount Sumeru, he was much less deadly, and the coercion of the ancient emperor was released, but the two revived imperial weapons could withstand and block them, protecting the Great Yin Leiyin Temple.
The world fell silent, and a sigh came from inside the nine-color fairy clothes, with endless sadness, it summoned the nine-fold coffin, and buried the emperor again in grief.
Silkworm Emperor's body fell down slowly, surrounded by chaos, and sank into the coffin. The stone coffin was closed piece by piece, sealing it inside.
How many outstanding people are buried under the years, even if you have great supernatural powers, it is difficult to reverse them. You have been brilliant for a lifetime, but in the end you will only be sad.
The God Emperor is peerless, stunning ancient and modern, but still unable to withstand the years, the curtain will eventually end, a splendid moment, and then the endless darkness, the curtain will end.
"Boom!"
The nine-fold coffin was completely closed, with tight seams, like an ordinary stone, unrefined and without brilliance, flat as an angel, even if it was thrown in the loess, no one would notice it.
This is the life of the Great Emperor, who will eventually return dust to dust and dust to dust.
"Father!" Daoist Shencan yelled, tears welling up, fists clenched, and rushed forward.
The battle clothes of the Shencan clan shot out a celestial light, which turned into a bright river of heaven, leading directly to the outside of the mountain, like a bridge to the sky, making this place a thoroughfare.
It is attracting people from the lineage of Shencan, the ancient emperor's parents and children, Princess Shencan, etc. all stepped up and climbed Mount Sumeru.
Ye Fan hung a bronze tripod with a bright green glow on his head, and he carried a three-foot fairy sword in his hand. He also followed up, and it was the first time in his life that he came to the top of Mount Sumeru.
Taoist Shencan burst into tears, caressed the sarcophagus, his voice was hoarse, and others could not hear what he was saying.
"Boom!" With a boom, the sarcophagus enlarged, nine colors soared into the sky, and the tenth color exploded. It suddenly enlarged to a length of hundreds of feet, and it continued to grow.
Wisps of sunlight burst out, sinking into the brows of Taoist Shencan, and there seemed to be bursts of scriptures sounding vaguely, and there was a sense of the broken Dao.
Taoist Shencan retreated, lost his mind, and muttered to himself: "I finally missed it, and I will finally go on the road..."
brush!
Another piece of fairy light burst out, beyond everyone's expectations, it flew towards the shoulder of Princess Shencan, aiming at the little golden monkey.
The little monkey, who was not much taller than a slap, immediately grinned, looking scared, clutching a lock of Princess Silkworm's hair nervously, and shrank back.
Everyone was stunned, what is the origin of this little god silkworm who has transformed into a holy ape of fighting wars? He was actually paid attention to by the God Emperor and bestowed with immortal light.
Even Princess Shencan was taken aback. She turned her head to look at the little god ape with big eyes blinking on her shoulders and an innocent expression on her face. She was thoughtful, as if she remembered something.
The sound that shocked people's souls came out, and the moment no one could react, the huge sarcophagus soared into the sky, drawing a bright fairy light, tearing apart the sky, and going straight into the depths of the universe.
It chooses to go on the lonely road, drifting in the universe without stopping, this is the fate of the ancient emperor, and it will chew this loneliness alone in the end.
The nine-fold coffin disappeared, and the entire Mount Sumeru became quiet. Whether it was the Subduing Demon Pestle or the Nine-color Divine Clothes, they gradually dimmed and slowly returned to silence.
"I can see the fairyland open in my dream..." Taoist Shencan looked at the starry sky.
People don't know whether he dreamed of the fairy road or wished his father to sleep like this and see the fairy road after death.
"Master!" A loud cry came out, and a group of people on Mount Sumeru came back to their senses.
Whether it is the lineage of Shencan, or the Bodhisattvas, ancient Buddhas, etc., all turned their heads to stare. It was a young monk who looked like a Buddha, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, big ears and shoulders, and a ring scar on his bald head.
There is no doubt that this is Huahua. After many years, he has grown up and looks very simple, an honest young man with a Buddhist charm.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he immediately destroyed the simplicity of his appearance, making him look a bit out of place.
"Master, you are back, I miss your precious apprentice to death."
Although he has big earlobes and shoulders, and a simple Buddha appearance, there is a sense of disobedience when he speaks, and his temperament and appearance are quite different.
"You... haven't been saved?!" Beside, the two golden arhats who escorted him over were shocked and a little dumbfounded.
"Hey, master, you ruined my king's hegemony. If you come a few decades later, all the female Bodhisattvas on the mountain will be abducted by me. Let the remaining monks cry."
A group of people were speechless, this turning point was too fast, just now everyone was beating their lives to death, why did this brat change completely when he came out.
Ye Fan was also speechless for a while, this boy's appearance was exactly the same as the ancient Buddha back then, if he stood aside and kept silent, he had the bearing of a Buddhist monk.
But everything was ruined when he spoke, especially when he laughed, no matter how you look at it, he has a cheap expression.
"What are you talking about?!" Ye Fan slapped him on the back of the head with a slap.
"Little bald head, haven't you been converted?" Xiao Que'er and the others also climbed Mount Sumeru along the golden road, and no one from Buddhism stopped at this point.
Seeing Ye Fan also looking over, Huahua immediately looked dignified, with a serious face, and said: "Ami, that Tathagata, Huahua, that big Buddha, the master sits in my heart, and the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, how can I be saved by them. "
As a result, he was slapped on the back of the head directly.
Everyone tried their best to rescue him, but they didn't expect that the boy's cold hair was not hurt, and he was worrying for nothing. At this time, he had a sinister smile on his face.
All the arhats and bodhisattvas couldn't sit still anymore, and the flowers were saved. They witnessed it with their own eyes.
Under Ye Fan's stern gaze, Huahua didn't dare to make mistakes, and told the truth in every possible way.
There was a flash of brilliance on his forehead, and a piece of Buddha's top cover fell down. It was unpretentious, with some cracks and holes on it, but it exuded a kind of Buddha's charm.
Everyone in the Western Lands was taken aback. This is definitely an artifact, not left by a saint, and has the restrained aura of an emperor.
Ye Fan naturally understood what was going on, this was Sakyamuni's skull, a piece of skull that he left in the world when he was tempering and refining his six-foot-long golden body.
Back then, it was this piece of Buddha bone that was handed down to Huahua's scriptures.
The parietal bone of Emperor Zhun was hidden in the Xiantai, and it was condensed as a whole, so outsiders could not check it, and of course it couldn't be saved, so it could be fooled.
Ye Fan even prepared the life scriptures. He thought it would take a lot of effort, but he never expected such a result, so he slapped him on the back of the head again. Looking at his cheap smile, he felt that he was a scam .
A group of people from the Buddhist sect were sullen, hoping that they would go down the mountain quickly. There was really nothing to say when the curtain ended like this today.
But Huahua didn't do it, and was suppressed for no reason, no matter what, there was a bad breath in her heart.
"Amitabha, it's the old monk who moved his mind and was too obsessed, so he apologizes here." Mo Ke said expressionlessly.
With a smile on her face, Hua Hua directly held the old monk's hand and said that she must take practical actions, and she couldn't be suppressed by them for so many years in vain.
"You have successfully reincarnated and reappeared in the world. It is a miracle of my Buddhism. It has verified the Dao fruit of Amitabha Buddha. Now you really don't know the poor monk? Have you forgotten the scene of our discussion on the shore of Ayu Lake five thousand years ago? ?!" Mo Ke shouted.
"Monk, you are too arrogant!" Beside, Dongfang Ye and others quit.
Only Ye Fan understood what was going on. I thought that the ancient Buddha was very low-key, not necessarily well-known to the world, and I never thought that I was an old acquaintance with Mo Ke. The detention of Hua Hua by the Buddhist sect this time involved too many causes and effects.
In the eyes of Mo Ke and others, Huahua is a miracle of Buddhism, which confirms Amitabha's saying that he majored in the afterlife. This is a living example.
"What a mess, don't say it's useless, I only know that you have suppressed me for many years. The Buddha talks about cause and effect, and you have to pay me back for a hundred years. How about this, I want to create a big religion in Buddhism and let the heavens branch and leaf , go and be my guardian."
A boy with a bald head was pulling an old monk, arguing endlessly there, making people laugh and cry.
All the Buddhist sages looked at their noses, noses, mouths, and hearts, bowed their heads in silence, and really didn't want to be entangled by this green-skinned monk.
At this moment, a tall figure rushed out of a temple not far away, with a huge bald head, and shouted: "God, angel, finally let me see an acquaintance, Ye Fan, brother Ye, do you still remember?" Me, take me down the mountain too."
Not only the Buddhist Bodhisattvas, Dharma Protector Kings, and ancient Buddhas frowned, but even outsiders were a little dazed. How could there be such a strange monk in the Buddhist Pure Land.
Ye Fan was startled, it was none other than Cade, Li Xiaoman's American classmate, after so many years, he has a profound Buddhist supernatural power.
"As a Dharma Protector, what do you look like now?!" Mo Ke scolded.
Cade ignored it, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, he asked Ye Fan for help, and said, "Take me out of this damn place, if you eat vegetarian every day, even God will go crazy."
"Aren't you punished to face the wall? Why did you come out?" asked a Bodhisattva.
Cade complained to Ye Fan, saying: "I haven't eaten meat for 150 years, I finally stewed dog meat a while ago, and I was caught just after taking a bite, and I was fined to face the wall for 500 years. God, God, five hundred years later, when I come out, my teeth will almost fall out, and I won’t be able to chew dog meat.”
Everyone was stunned and a little dumbfounded.
Outside of Mount Sumeru, all the sages from other regions stared at each other. Everyone wanted to laugh, but a group of Bodhisattvas, ancient Buddhas, Dharma Protectors, etc. turned pale, and each one became uglier than the other.
Ye Fan didn't know what to say, and patted him on the shoulder, not sure if it was comforting, or a courtesy after the reunion of an old friend.
He secretly slandered that this was also a scam.
He pondered for a while, and spoke to the monks in the Western Desert, asking Cade to go down the mountain and jump out of the "hell" world in his eyes.
"As a disciple of Buddhism, the six sense organs are not pure, so go down the mountain one by one!" The Great Peacock King Ming issued such a Buddhist decree with a gloomy face, and he never wanted to see such a disciple for a moment.
On Mount Sumeru, a group of Bodhisattvas, Arhats, etc. sent them down the mountain like sending off the plague gods.
Like a chatterbox, Hua Hua held the hand of the old monk Mo Ke and talked endlessly, with spittle flying from her mouth, as if she hadn't spoken in ten lifetimes, and she had endless words.
He spattered his saliva, chatted with the old monk, and asked him to go out to the mountain to be a Dharma protector, to make up for his suffering of being suppressed for so many years.
Great Saint Mo Ke could bear it at the beginning, but later, his snow-white eyebrows twitched non-stop, wishing to slap him to death. He really couldn't stand it, and the talkative talk never stopped.
"Master, your beard is white."
"Master, your shoes are coming out of your toe holes."
"Master, were you chopped off when you were young? You have a scar the size of a bowl on your nose."
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Listening to these rambling words, God-like logical thinking, the old monk Mo Ke wanted to strangle him directly.