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"Miaoyi fell into the underworld and used her vows to commemorate me, saying that... she would meet me in the next life."
Ye Fan walked alone in the universe, looking up at the boundless starry sky, and felt great sorrow in his heart. He needed strength, but he could not break through to the underworld without the peerless divine power to fight the Supreme.
Several floors of the pagoda are broken, and it has been stained with dust for five hundred years. The dust is still covered by old memories. The former Lake Ayu and its beautiful shadow can no longer be seen in the Western Desert.
Ye Fan landed on the ground, walking step by step, trying to find it. The two of them walked around the lake and listened to the long bells of the ancient temple, as if they are still in front of them.
There are only rubbles ahead. The big bell has been broken for hundreds of years, and the rust is half hidden in the soil. Lake Ayu has dried up and turned into a desert, with only gravel.
The peerless splendor and the figure as white as a lotus are no longer in this world, and everything has become a thing of the past. Only the wind is still there, blowing the broken sutras, making a rattling noise, the broken sutra barrels turning, and jingling sounds.
Zen singing worthy of Buddhism.
I still remember that at dusk when the sky was full of sunset and the setting sun dyed the sacred temple red, they said goodbye and he walked towards his own road. She said goodbye with a smile, a bright smile, but there were crystal tears falling down.
"ah……"
Ye Fan stood on the shore of Ayu Lake in the Western Desert, shouting to the sky, his hair was messy, like dragons and snakes flying, blooming with the most powerful aura.
The flying sand and rocks here are like waves, hitting the shore, splitting the plateau, and sweeping into the distance like a torrent, shocking the entire vast land.
A sad laugh, this is a helpless look back.
At the bottom of the dry lake, springs opened one after another, and the water gurgled, clear and crystal clear. After two days and two nights, Ayu Lake was filled with water. Looking down from the sky, it looked like a teardrop.
The dust has gone from the Agama Temple, and the rubble is dim and dull. It is still scattered there, with broken walls and ruins, unchanged, and Ye Fan does not want to rebuild it.
"A miracle!"
"The water of Ayu Lake has reappeared. God has shown his spirit!"
On the plateau, many herdsmen ran around, told each other, and gathered together towards Ayu Lake. Many people cried with joy.
The land here used to be fertile, and there was no shortage of fish and rice. But since the darkness and turmoil, the spiritual veins here have collapsed, and the plateau has become deserted.
"Ayu Lake has reappeared, and God has blessed us again. This is the shining pearl of our plateau, and our most precious holy lake will bring us prosperity!"
Many people cheered, and many elderly people burst into tears with excitement. They kowtowed step by step and came here like a pilgrim. Many people followed suit and prayed by the lake.
"Hey, that person... looks so much like the person in the painting. He is the immortal from back then!"
Suddenly, a frail old man showed surprise in his cloudy eyes, trembling, and walked forward, and he saw Ye Fan.
By the lake, Ye Fan stood quietly. He was in his own world. Looking at Ayu Lake, thinking about every bit of the past.
"Are you the god back then?" The old man's voice trembled.
Ye Fan turned around. When he saw them, he sighed lightly and said nothing.
"It's him...the man in the painting!"
"Our ancestors once saw him. He walked here with a female Bodhisattva. He once shed divine light and helped many people."
"Yes, that female Bodhisattva once practiced here and saved many people. Many people have her portraits in their homes."
Their ancestors lived here. Their ancestors once said that there was a female Bodhisattva who practiced here and was very kind to the people on the entire plateau. She treated serious patients, bathed newborn babies with divine light, and helped herdsmen open up fertile pastures.
Leading rivers to irrigate the wilderness.
Someone once saw this female Bodhisattva and Ye Fan walking together. The two looked like a couple of gods and gods, which left a deep impression on the ancestors of the herdsmen.
"Is the female Bodhisattva still there?" An old man pushed away his grandchildren's support, knelt down and asked thanks.
Ye Fan felt very sad. Now that he was the only one left, how should he respond? He raised his hand and let down a rain of light, covering everyone, making the frail old people energetic, making the middle-aged people get rid of all diseases, and letting the children
Be energetic and healthier.
"He was a divine man back then. He was the one who was with the female Bodhisattva. Can you tell us where the female Bodhisattva went? We have always enshrined her portrait and are grateful from generation to generation."
Behind, some herdsmen bravely asked loudly.
Ye Fan was silent, his hands moved slowly, the ground rumbled, and the entire plateau shook. Now that his Origin Skill has reached its peak, he can change the world, and soon he has connected to the underground dragon veins, and spiritual energy is gushing.
Then, he rose into the air and plowed river channels on the earth with his fingers like a knife. Soon, the water flowed along the channels, nourishing the barren land and rejuvenating it.
"The immortal has appeared, thank God for the gift!"
Many herdsmen fell to their knees when they saw this scene, roaring like a tsunami.
"It's not that God has eyes, it's not that heaven and earth have feelings, so don't worship me. This is what the female Bodhisattva in your hearts once did. I think if she was still alive, she would do it again. If you want to sacrifice, if you want to worship
, please respect her and remember her name - An Miaoyi!"
In the sky, Ye Fan's figure faded.
In an era when Mount Sumeru was torn apart, the Great Thunder Sound Temple collapsed, Buddhism declined, and faith was lost, all sentient beings on the Ayu Plateau have never forgotten this female Bodhisattva, which shows how deeply rooted it was in the hearts of the people.
Since this day, the ruins of the collapsed Ahan Ancient Temple have been rebuilt, and the ancient temple has been erected, once again dyed with sacred brilliance in the sunset. The rubble has been washed away and covered by the herdsmen, and it remains the same as before.
of ancient materials.
The temple enshrines not all the ancient Buddhas, but only one woman, An Miaoyi. People pray every day, the incense becomes stronger, and the original clay statues begin to gain vitality and luster.
Ye Fan went to Landuo Temple again, but unfortunately he couldn't find anything anymore. Without even a trace, he climbed Mount Sumeru. Now it is no longer grand and a little deserted. Although he came again from the Amitabha Ancient Star Territory.
There are few strong men and preachers, but in any case they cannot compare with the great atmosphere of the former Buddhist holy land.
Bodhisattvas stretch to the sky, covering mountains and plains.
Ye Fan walked aimlessly, leaving footprints alone on Mount Xumi, and then he walked eastward, across Zhongzhou, to the Eastern Wasteland, looking for traces of his past.
It's a pity that everything is like a dream. Like dreams and lightning, they are all buried in the past.
"Miaoyi is gone..." Ye Fan walked alone in the mountains and rivers, wandering in the wilderness, like a lone wolf, feeling very lonely against the backdrop of the bloody setting sun.
He wanted to become stronger, he wanted to reach the point where he could fight the Supreme. Looking back over the past five hundred years, every detail of the past made his mind moved and boiling, and his blood gradually started to flow.
"Underworld, I want to fight in!"
Along with a long roar, the mountains and valleys roared, and a comet crossed the sky. It showed traces in many places that day.
When he found the ruins of the Northern Divine City and paid homage here, it caused a sensation. Someone recognized him, and the news spread across the Eastern Wasteland like a hurricane.
"Ye Fan, the Holy Body who has disappeared for many years, is back!"
"Oh my God, he is here. Today's peerless master has killed six or seven ancient princes. Who can compete with him for supremacy?"
The earth in the Eastern Wasteland shook, and countless strong men came. Especially the many young monks who had risen in recent decades were extremely excited.
"Senior, is it really you?"
"Senior Ye, please accept me as your disciple!"
A group of people gathered around him, some excitedly bowed and worshiped, and some knelt down, wanting to become his disciples.
Hundreds of years have passed, and Ye Fan's former opponents have either been wiped out or beaten to the point where they can't hold their heads up by his disciples. His fame has spread across the galaxy, and naturally many people admire him.
And his achievements in that battle more than 300 years ago cannot be denied. He died a martyr's death. His blood splattered in the starry sky, and he died for hundreds of years. His miraculous return has naturally become a legend.
Ye Fan looked at these young faces and thought a lot. He was once so full of vigor and ambition, but now he found that all his pursuits had slowly changed.
It has only been five hundred years since the road was built, and his life has already had irreparable regrets. One can imagine what those great emperors who survived a hundred battles and grew old alone have faced. Just think about it.
Feeling miserable.
Ye Fan helped up the young boys who were still a little immature, walked through the crowd silently, and walked towards the distance. How could he be in the mood to accept disciples?
Some old friends outside the crowd saw him. Wanchu, Dayan and other holy places collapsed in the dark ages, and only a few people survived. Seeing Ye Fan now, his expression was extremely complicated.
A man with white hair like snow and a middle-aged appearance had a dull expression. He was the Holy Son of Wanchu who was later selected. Although he succeeded to the throne as the Holy Lord, they eventually declined and retired to the world of mortals. Looking at the past and the
Ye Fan, who is as famous as himself but has already become famous throughout the universe, can only smile bitterly. Time is so ruthless and has buried too much.
One of the women had clear eyes and looked at her quietly. She was as calm as before. Ye Fan felt something in his heart. He looked back and nodded. He recognized that she was Daoyi Saint. She had met him several times before and had an impression.
Not bad.
"Brother Ye, we can only watch from a distance. The Holy Body that we said back then will be invincible in the world is about to come true." Beside the road, another black-haired and powerful man said.
He was the later Holy Master of Dayan Holy Land. As time passed and he became stronger, he found that he could no longer keep up with the footsteps of the man in the past and was left far behind.
Ye Fan turned around, nodded in greeting, and completely disappeared from this place.
The Feng Clan was still alive, and a Nine-Phoenix Sun Chariot was parked in the distance. Someone was watching inside and sighed helplessly. Today, Ye Fan is a figure who gives the bloodline of the Ancient Emperor a headache, and few people can compare with it.
Naturally, there are many ancient tribes in Beidou. Many people came to watch, and all of them had complicated moods. When facing Ye Fan, they had no choice but to bow their heads and give way.
Ye Fan's appearance shocked Beidou. Many familiar and unfamiliar people came to see him, including some people who had never been destroyed in the Great Xia Dynasty, as well as monks from Tianyao Palace, Yaochi and other places, as well as the Lord himself.
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He did not stay, and went away alone, deep into the wilderness, and three words echoed in his ears: "We will meet in the next life..."
His heart was as sharp as a knife. Others thought that his cultivation speed was fast enough, but he felt that it was not fast enough. He still could not conquer the world. There was still a supreme enemy in this world!
He began to rush through the pass, the blood in his body was boiling, he looked at the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, the Tao followed the natural way, his eyes and mind were absorbed in it, he read the scriptures of the previous emperors, each scripture was culturally shaped, like an ancient emperor, surrounding him.
Ye Fan sits cross-legged, with the Sun, Moon, Mountains and Rivers as his master, and the Emperor Sutra as his companion. He wants to soar into the sky and face all the enemies in the world!
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