The God-Emperor is majestic, majestic and upright, entwined with wisps of chaotic energy, aloof and mysterious, like a living peerless venerable looking down on all living beings.
He stood on the top of Mount Sumeru, with much less life force. The pressure of the Ancient Emperor was released, but the two resurrected imperial weapons could withstand and block it, protecting the Dayin Leiyin Temple.
The world fell silent, and a sigh came from the nine-color fairy clothes. With endless sadness, it summoned the nine-layer coffin, and sadly buried the God Emperor again.
The body of the Silkworm Emperor slowly fell down, surrounded by chaos, and sank into the coffin. The stone coffins were closed one by one, sealing it inside.
How many outstanding figures have been buried under the years. No matter how great your magical power is, it will be difficult to reverse them. Your life will be glorious, but in the end you will only be left with sentimentality.
The God-Emperor is peerless, astonishing both ancient and modern times, but he still cannot resist the passage of time. It will eventually come to an end, with a gorgeous moment, and then the end of endless darkness.
Boom!
The nine-layered coffin was completely closed and tightly fitted, like an ordinary stone, dull and plain, no one would notice it even if it was thrown into the loess.
This is the life of the great emperor. In the end, ashes will return to ashes, and dust will return to dust.
"Father!" Taoist Shencan shouted, tears welling up, he clenched his fists and rushed forward.
The battle clothes of the Divine Silkworm Clan emitted a ray of fairy light, turning into a dazzling Milky Way, leading directly to the outside of the mountain, like a bridge to the sky, turning this place into a thoroughfare.
It is attracting people from the Divine Silkworm lineage, including the ancient emperor's parents and children, the Divine Silkworm Princess, etc., all stepping on it and climbing to Mount Sumeru.
Ye Fan, who had a copper tripod with brilliant green clouds hanging on his head and a three-foot fairy sword in his hand, followed him up and came to the top of Mount Sumeru for the first time in his life.
Taoist Shencan's tears rolled down his face and he touched the sarcophagus with his hand. His voice was hoarse and others could not hear what he was saying.
With a roar, the sarcophagus enlarged, nine colors shot into the sky, and the tenth color burst out. It suddenly enlarged to a length of thousands of feet, and it continued to grow.
Wisps of rays of rays of light shot out, sinking into the center of Taoist Shencan's eyebrows. There was a faint sound of scriptures, and there was a feeling after the great road was broken.
Taoist Shencan retreated, lost his mind, and murmured to himself: "I finally missed it, and I have to go on my way..."
brush!
Another piece of fairy light burst out. To everyone's expectation, it flew towards Princess Shencan's shoulder and aimed at the golden little monkey.
The little monkey, which was not much taller than a palm, suddenly bared its teeth and grinned. It looked frightened and nervously grabbed a lock of Princess Shencan's hair and retreated back.
Everyone was stunned. What was the origin of this little divine silkworm that had transformed a few times and now looked like a fighting holy ape? It was actually noticed by the God Emperor and bestowed with Immortal Light.
Even Princess Shencan was shocked. She looked back at the little divine ape over her shoulder with big eyes blinking and an innocent look on her face. She was thoughtful, as if she had remembered something.
A sound that shocked people's souls came out. At the moment when no one could react, the huge sarcophagus soared into the air, drawing out a bright fairy light, tearing apart the sky and going straight into the depths of the universe.
It chooses to go on a lonely road, wandering in the universe forever. This is the destiny of the ancient emperor. In the end, he will be alone to chew this loneliness.
The nine-layered coffin disappeared, and the entire Sumeru Mountain became quiet. Both the demon-subduing pestle and the nine-color divine clothes gradually dimmed and slowly returned to silence.
"In my dream, I saw the fairyland opening..." Taoist Shencan looked at the starry sky.
People don't know if he dreamed of the Immortal Road, or if he hoped that his father would sleep like this and see the Immortal Road after death.
"Master!" A loud shout came out, and a group of people on Mount Sumeru came to their senses in shock.
Whether they were from the lineage of divine silkworms, gods, Bodhisattvas, ancient Buddhas, etc., they all turned to stare. He was a young monk who looked very Buddha-like. He had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, big ears and shoulders, and a scar on his bald head.
There is no doubt that this is Huahua. After many years, he has grown up and looks very simple. He is an honest and friendly young man with a Buddhist charm.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, his simplicity on the outside was immediately destroyed and he seemed a little out of place.
"Master, you are back and I miss your precious apprentice to death."
Although he has big ears and shoulders, and a simple Buddha appearance, there is a sense of inconsistency when he speaks, and his temperament and appearance are very different.
"You...haven't you been converted?!" Next to him, the two golden-bodied Arhats who escorted him over were shocked and a little dumbfounded.
"Alas, Master, you have destroyed my hegemony. If you are late for a few decades, all the female Bodhisattvas on this mountain will be abducted by me, leaving the remaining monks to cry."
A group of people were speechless. This turn of events was too fast. Just now, everyone was fighting to the death. Why did this young boy completely change his attitude when he came out?
Ye Fan was also speechless for a moment. The appearance of this boy was exactly the same as that of the ancient Buddha. If he stood aside and remained silent, he would have the bearing of a Buddhist monk.
But everything was ruined as soon as he spoke, especially when he laughed, no matter how he looked at it, he had a mean expression.
"What are you talking about?!" Ye Fan snapped and slapped him on the back of the head.
"Little Baldy, haven't you been enlightened?" Xiaoque'er and others also followed the golden avenue to climb Mount Sumeru. At this point, no one in Buddhism could stop them.
Seeing Ye Fan looking at him, Hua Hua immediately looked solemn and solemn, with a serious look on his face, and said: "Ami, that Tathagata, Hua Hua, that great Buddha, the master is sitting in my heart, and wine and meat are passing through my intestines, how can I be saved by them?"
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As a result, he received another slap on the back of the head.
Everyone worked hard to rescue him, but they didn't expect that this kid was not even injured. They were worried in vain. At this time, he had a cunning smile on his face.
All the Arhats, Bodhisattvas, etc. could not sit still. Huahua was saved. This was what they witnessed with their own eyes. How come they were fine in the blink of an eye?
Under Ye Fan's stern gaze, Huahua did not dare to make a mistake and told the truth.
There was a flash of light on his forehead, and a piece of Buddha's crown fell down. It was plain and simple, with some cracks and holes on it, but it exuded a kind of Buddhist charm.
Everyone in the West was shocked. This was definitely a divine weapon, not left by a saint. It had the restrained aura of an emperor.
Ye Fan naturally understood what was going on. This was the skull of Sakyamuni. It was a skull left in the world when he was tempering and refining his golden body.
Back then, it was this Buddha bone that was passed down to Huahuamanfu.
The quasi-emperor's parietal bone is hidden in the Immortal Platform. It is condensed into one body and cannot be investigated by outsiders. Of course, it cannot be translated, so he can get away with it.
Ye Fan was even ready to read the Human Sutra. He thought it would take a lot of trouble, but he never thought it would be like this. He slapped him on the back of the head again. Looking at his mean smile, he thought he was a cheat.
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A group of people from the Buddhist sect had sullen faces, hoping that they would go down the mountain quickly. It ended like this today, and there was really nothing to say.
But Huahua refused to do it and was suppressed for no reason. No matter what, there was a bad feeling in her heart.
"Amitabha, it's the old monk who has moved his mortal mind. His obsession is too deep. I apologize here." Moko said expressionlessly.
With a smile on her face, Huahua directly held the old monk's hand and said that she must take practical action. 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 our Buddhism. It has verified the path and fruit of Emperor Amitabha. Do you really not know the poor monk now? Have you forgotten the scene where we discussed the path on the bank of Lake Ayu five thousand years ago?
?!" Moko shouted.
"Monk, you are too arrogant!" Next to him, Dongfang Ye and others quit.
Only Ye Fan understood what was going on. He originally thought that the ancient Buddha was very low-key and not necessarily known to the whole world. He never thought that he and Mo Ke were old acquaintances. There were too many causes and effects involved in Buddhism's detention of Huahua this time.
In the view of Moko and others, Huahua is a miracle of Buddhism. It confirms Amitabha's statement that he majors 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. Buddha talks about cause and effect, so you have to return my body for a hundred years. So, I want to create a big religion in Buddhism. Let the heaven branch and leave.
, you go and be my guardian."
A bald boy dragged an old monk and kept arguing, which made people laugh and cry.
The Buddhist sages all looked at their noses with their eyes, their mouths with their noses, and their hearts with their mouths, bowing their heads and saying nothing. They really didn’t want to be entangled with this green-skinned monk.
At this moment, a tall figure rushed out of a temple not far away. His huge bald head was shining, and he shouted: "God, angel, finally let me see an acquaintance, Ye Fan, Brother Ye, do you remember
Me, take me down the mountain too."
Not only the Buddhist Bodhisattvas, Dharma Protector Heavenly Kings, Ancient Buddhas, etc. frowned, but even outsiders were a little confused, wondering why there is such a strange monk in the Pure Land of Buddhism.
Ye Fan was startled. This was no one else, but Cade, Li Xiaoman's American classmate. After so many years, he had acquired profound Buddhist magical powers.
"As a Dharma Protector, what have you become now?!" Moko scolded.
Cade ignored it, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and asked Ye Fan for help, saying: "Take me away from this hellish place. If I eat vegetarian food every day, even God will go crazy."
"Weren't you punished to face the wall? Why did you come out?" asked a Bodhisattva.
Cade complained to Ye Fan and said: "I haven't eaten meat for a hundred and fifty years. I finally stewed dog meat a while ago. I was caught just after taking a bite. I was punished to face the wall for five hundred years."
Oh my god, oh my god, five hundred years from now, by the time I come out, all my teeth will be gone and I won’t be able to bite dog meat anymore.”
Everyone was stunned and a little dumbfounded.
Outside Mount Sumeru, all the saints from outside the area were staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Everyone wanted to laugh, but a group of Bodhisattvas, ancient Buddhas, Dharma Protector Kings, etc. were all livid, and each one looked uglier than the last.
Ye Fan didn't know what to say, so he patted him on the shoulder. He didn't know whether it was for comfort or as a courtesy after meeting old friends again.
He secretly cursed that this was also a scam.
He pondered for a moment and spoke to the monks in the Western Desert, asking Cade to go down the mountain and escape from the "hell" world in his eyes.
"As a disciple of Buddhism, the six impure roots must be driven down the mountain!" The Great Peacock King Ming had a gloomy face and issued such a Buddhist decree. He did not want to see such a disciple for a moment.
On Mount Sumeru, a group of Bodhisattvas, Arhats, etc. were sending them off the mountain like a plague god.
Huahua was like a chatterbox, holding the old monk Moko's hand and talking endlessly, spittle flying from his mouth, as if he hadn't spoken in ten lifetimes, and he had endless things to say.
He was drooling and chatting with the old monk, asking him to come out of the mountain to be a Dharma protector to compensate him for the suffering of being suppressed for so many years.
Great Saint Moko could bear it at first, but later, his snow-white eyebrows kept twitching, and he wanted to slap him to death. He really couldn't stand it, and he never stopped talking.
"Master, your beard has turned white."
"Master, your shoes are about to have toe holes."
"Master, were you chopped off by someone when you were young? There is a scar as big as the mouth of a bowl on your nose."
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Listening to these rambling words and god-like logical thoughts, the old monk Moko wanted to strangle him directly. {Piaotian Literature www.PiaoTian.com thanks all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}