Breaking free from the mire, he was able to regain control of his body.
This feeling is naturally indescribably beautiful.
Unfortunately, the strange and sinister black fog still existed in Ye Fan's mind, accompanied by a thick and ominous atmosphere.
The evil ghost that is suspected to have been suppressed by Sakyamuni himself and sealed away for more than two thousand years is now inhabiting the Immortal Platform between his eyebrows.
There is no doubt that the evil spirit is dangerous, and his power is also self-evident.
At least, it is definitely not Ye Fan, who has only opened up the sea of suffering, who can resist.
This is also the biggest reason why the evil ghost relaxed his guard and dared to return his body to Ye Fan.
This person knows everything about Ye Fan, and the latter is destined to be difficult to stir up any trouble.
However, even in such a dangerous situation, Ye Fan did not fall into despair, but began to think more calmly.
Since evil ghosts can be suppressed by Sakyamuni himself, their predecessors must be some extraordinary beings. Even if their cultivation is not comparable to that of Buddha, it is definitely not comparable to that of contemporary monks on earth. Needless to say, it is very likely that the evil spirits can be killed.
The legendary saint!
There is no doubt that this evil ghost is a living fossil. Even though its current cultivation has been almost completely wiped out, its vision and heritage are still there, which is absolutely extraordinary.
Thinking of this, Ye Fan immediately calmed down and looked inside the wheel.
I saw that the golden sea of suffering was far larger than before, it was really vast and boundless, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and turbulent waves.
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan was originally planning to explode the Source Stone, but in the end he fulfilled himself. It was really a trick of fate.
"Come on Ye Zi!"
Just as many thoughts were rising and falling in Ye Fan's mind, Pang Bo's shout not far away woke him up.
Hearing the sound, Ye Fan suppressed the thoughts in his mind for a while, then took a step forward and truly stepped into the area where the Great Leiyin Temple is located.
In fact, Ye Fan's eyes were as bright as a torch and he had already seen that there was nothing else in the ancient temple except a stone Buddha and bright ancient bronze lamps.
Of course, it is even less likely that there is a Buddha that everyone is thinking about.
However, although everyone did not see the Buddha, they also dug out some broken objects in the thick dust. There were many mysterious and complicated lines on them, like words and meaningless scratches.
Since Ye Fan had just shown his understanding of Chinese myths and legends, as well as Zhong Dingwen, Pang Bo, Zhou Yi and others all looked at Ye Fan expectantly, hoping that he could figure out the origin of these things.
"Give!"
Pang Bo did not hesitate at all and threw the most mysterious and complete ancient bronze lamp in his hand to Ye Fan.
The ancient lamp is magical, casting a bright and pure glow, spotless.
Ye Fan pretended to turn a few times and said with a smile:
"Well, the copper lamps that Shakyamuni personally polished in the past can be sold for a good price."
Hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but smile, and their tense nerves relaxed slightly.
It's a pity that even Ye Fan, who is a monk, cannot understand the origin of these Buddhist artifacts in front of him. It is probably because of the huge gap in realm.
Seeing Ye Fan shake his head, although Wang Ziwen, Lin Jia and others were disappointed, they had nothing to do.
"These artifacts are magical. It would be good for everyone to search carefully and keep them for self-defense."
Under Zhou Yi's mobilization, everyone once again mustered up their energy to explore the dilapidated ancient temple that had accumulated a thick layer of dust.
Ye Fan saw that someone had even set their sights on the plaque of "Da Leiyin Temple" and the stone Buddha in the ancient temple.
Thinking that he didn't have a decent Buddhist treasure to protect himself, Ye Fan couldn't help but feel itchy and was about to step forward to join the crowd.
"Huh! The things on this ground are just vulgar things. Without the barrier of the old bald donkey, they will definitely not be able to withstand the erosion of time!"
Suddenly, in Ye Fan's mind, the evil ghost's heartfelt disdainful words came.
Ye Fan was quite surprised that the evil ghost took the initiative to speak.
He originally thought that the evil ghost would be a taciturn type, but now that he thought about it, he seemed to be a bit talkative.
At the same time, Ye Fan's mind was spinning, he keenly captured the key words in the evil ghost's words, and asked:
"Is it possible that under the Great Leiyin Temple is the prison where you are imprisoned?"
As for Ye Fan's guess, the evil ghost didn't comment, and only said sadly:
"There are indeed many 'good things' in the eighteenth level of hell. Why, do you want me to show you a clear path?"
Hearing this, Ye Fan shook his head decisively.
Just kidding, even this old ghost has to fight to the death to escape from this place, but he doesn't think he has a long life.
Moreover, when you hear these eighteen levels of hell, it doesn't feel like there is only one prisoner...
"However, there is indeed something extraordinary here. I wonder if your boy has that kind of wisdom?"
The evil ghost's teasing tone made Ye Fan's heart move.
He stood in the main hall of the ancient temple, not rushing to search for Buddha treasures, but seriously thinking about the evil ghost's words.
Not long after, Ye Fan's eyes sparkled and he smiled knowingly.
He did the opposite, instead of searching for the ancient temple with his classmates, he walked straight towards the door.
"Yes, you are not stupid at all."
There was a rare hint of praise in the evil ghost's words.
Ye Fan's physical body is special and is undoubtedly the most suitable carrier for him at present.
And if Ye Fan can practice to a higher level, the hope of the evil ghost's recovery will be greater.
Of course, during this process, intrigues between the two are inevitable.
In fact, the evil ghost is not as powerful as Ye Fan imagined.
More than two thousand years ago, he refused to accept his fate and died, and paid a huge price to escape from a desperate situation somewhere.
Unfortunately, he bumped into Sakyamuni and was arrested on the spot and suppressed under the Great Thunder Sound Temple.
And he is not even a complete living being, and even his memory is obviously missing.
But even so, this evil ghost still made Sakyamuni jealous. He only dared to suppress it but did not dare to get rid of it for fear of contaminating the great cause and effect.
Finally, Ye Fan dug out a Bodhi seed from the soil under the Bodhi tree, which revealed the natural Buddha's path.
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Seeing this, the cold snort of an evil ghost came from Ye Fan's mind, which seemed to be filled with resentment and many complicated and inexplicable emotional fluctuations.
Ye Fan looked thoughtful, and then took the opportunity to ask:
"Who left this Bodhi seed?"
"Sakyamuni."
The evil ghost seemed unwilling to mention this name, but even if it was just four short words, it still made Ye Fan's heart surge.
It is indeed this sage!
Although there have been many speculations before, they are not as good as the evil ghost's own admission.
And to be able to let Sakyamuni personally suppress it and even leave a big Leiyin Temple behind, this old ghost should not be underestimated.
Could it be that it’s Sun Wukong!?
Such a wild and unconstrained idea appeared in Ye Fan's mind for a moment, but was immediately rejected by himself.
"You boy!"
The evil ghost in his mind naturally knew exactly what Ye Fan was thinking.
Knowing that he mistakenly thought that his true body was a monkey almost opened up Ye Fan's sea of consciousness.
After finally calming down the black mist in my mind, the evil ghost started to tremble violently again not long after it subsided.
The huge power in the dark almost made Ye Fan's physical body unable to withstand the pressure, and it might break apart at any time.
At the same time, the evil ghost's rather solemn voice sounded:
"The breath of Gautama Buddha."
Hearing this, even Ye Fan couldn't help but be shocked.
Immediately afterwards, the person looked in the direction where the evil ghost was feeling, but found nothing.
However, soon, not only Ye Fan, but also everyone in the Great Leiyin Temple felt the reaction, and they all came outside the ancient temple and looked into the distance.
"winter!"
"winter!"
"winter!"
I saw, at the end of the desolate and boundless heaven and earth, a figure that resembled a lake, slowly walking towards it.
As the majestic and majestic sound sounded, the entire void shook violently.
Some kind of sacred and peaceful fluctuations spread, full of Buddhist spirit, causing the dilapidated Leiyin Temple in front of me to emit faint Buddhist light.
However, although this kind of power is amazing, the feeling it brings to Ye Fan is far less than the evil ghost just now, not even as good as Duan De before.
Therefore, Ye Fan did not believe that the person who came was Sakyamuni himself.
Combined with what the evil ghost said just now, I think he must be someone related to Sakyamuni.
Just when Ye Fan and others were filled with thoughts in their minds, the figure far away in the horizon seemed to have used the legendary magical power of shrinking into an inch. After a while, it came to everyone.
It was a young monk who looked to be no more than ten years old. He was wearing a white monk's robe and holding a Zen staff made of black iron. His whole body was shrouded in Buddha's light, accompanied by some unique Taoist charm.
Although his head is bare, he can definitely be regarded as having a handsome appearance and a rich spirit like jade.
"I've met all the donors."
Everyone rode the Kowloon Coffin and arrived at Yinghuo. Not only did they see the legendary Great Leiyin Temple, but now they also met such a living little monk. It was really like a dream.
While everyone was stunned, the young monk's eyes were moving on Ye Fan and Pang Bo, with a thoughtful expression.
Seeing this, Ye Fan took the initiative to step forward and asked with a smile:
"Dare to ask the master's name."
"Golden Chanzi."
As the young monk's calm and indifferent voice came, the place became silent for an instant, and there was no sound.