Golden light spots circled around the fingertips, like golden butterflies, dancing gracefully and then flying into the sky.
Ye Fan was startled. The relics, which were as big as a baby's fist, were getting smaller and turned into a rain of light, spreading in all directions. The scenery was magnificent, holy, solemn, and solemn.
Transformation, he first thought of these two words, but he felt that it was not the case. The ancient Buddha in the Western Desert had completely sat down and transformed.
"Is there...reincarnation?" Ye Fan suddenly became excited, his heart was surging, and he stood up suddenly.
In the past few days, he had been in a daze, wandering aimlessly, almost not knowing where he was. His parents were always in his mind, and he was immersed in grief and could not extricate himself.
Reincarnation, resurrection... linger in my mind from time to time, and this is why I can think of the relics and the ancient coffin that should have been buried in the sky.
Buddhism pays attention to the afterlife, and there is a theory of reincarnation. The nine-layer coffin in the mythical age is the burial of gods and the product of eternal life.
Ye Fan had been in a daze these days and subconsciously took out these two things, hoping to find immortality and a way to reincarnate, just to see his parents again.
This was a subconscious action, but it woke him up all of a sudden, otherwise he would have been confused for who knows how many days.
The ancient coffin buried in Jiutian has not changed at all, it is still primitive and unpretentious, but the relics are melting bit by bit, like a snowball melting.
Ye Fan's energy and energy reached its peak, and he stared unblinkingly, with a cluster of divine flames leaping between his eyebrows, like a god!
He was sensing the relic with his heart and checking its changes. Even though he didn't believe in reincarnation in his heart, he still hoped for a miracle to happen. His eyes were deep and never blinked.
The relics seem to be transforming into the Tao, and the light quality is constantly changing, turning into golden ripples that spread out. The colors are beautiful, as if they are showing magic, with golden light dots forming one piece.
"Wow, uncle, are you doing magic?" A boy in the park ran over, eyes flashing, looking at the relic that turned into light spots in his hand.
"It's so beautiful. Uncle, please teach me how to change it. It's very magical and beautiful." This little boy didn't recognize anything and begged Ye Fan to teach him.
"It's much better than witnessing the miracles that appear every year during the Spring Festival Gala. I've long been tired of seeing it." Several young people nearby also said, coming over to join in the fun.
"Hey, why are your eyebrows glowing? Is that phosphorus? Does it hurt if it burns?" A young man was very curious and reached out to touch the cluster of divine flames between Ye Fan's eyebrows.
"Oh, hey, it hurts me so much." Before his hand touched it, it felt as painful as a needle prick. He quickly shrank back from a distance away and shouted: "I said brother, you are really perseverant.
, Don’t you think it hurts? Well, it’s not easy to do anything.”
Ye Fan ignored them and ignored the shocking world. He stared at the light overflowing from the relics and watched them flying westward. He stood up and chased them.
His speed was so fast that he flew away like a gust of wind. The startled and adorable child sat down on the ground, leaving several young men and women dumbfounded.
The relics were shining, forming strips of light flowing toward the setting sun. It was very mysterious. Ye Fan was like wind and lightning, and left the city in the blink of an eye.
These light spots are like golden butterflies. They don't fly very fast. They dance gracefully as if they are alive. Ye Fan can catch up with them and has time to experience them.
"There is no fluctuation of consciousness, it is not a soul, and there is no imprint of life. It is just a kind of pure energy." He frowned slightly,
Ye Fan is very focused, detecting his spiritual thoughts, using Taoism, and observing every light point, trying to understand its origin and know what it is.
However, he was disappointed. This kind of thing had nothing to do with reincarnation. It was not a mark of life. It was just a kind of pure energy and nothing else.
"No wonder even the ancient Buddha himself said that if you believe, you will have something, if you don't believe it, there will be nothing. If you have reached his level of cultivation, you will definitely know that death is ultimately in vain."
The only thing Ye Fan didn't understand was why the old monk who transformed into Tao insisted on letting him bring his relics back to the earth. What was the meaning of this? Because he had discovered that every time some light spots would dim.
It either dissipates or sinks into the mountains, rocks, vegetation, and occasionally the light particles are absorbed by some lucky people.
"Perhaps, he saw a second similar flower before he died, and even though he knew it was not him, he still wanted to get closer."
Ye Fan was disappointed, but he still pursued it, wanting to see the final result. The speed of movement of these light spots was not very fast for him, and it took several days to reach the west.
Ahead, the altitude is getting higher and higher, and the sky seems to have been washed by water. It is extremely blue and crystal clear like sapphire. Occasionally, white clouds float by, pure and flawless, just above the head, as if you can reach out and touch it.
In modern times with so many high-rise buildings, it is not easy to have such a natural place. Tibetan areas are sparsely populated and there are many areas that humans have not yet set foot on.
However, just as he approached this high-altitude place, the relic in Ye Fan's hand was exhausted to the end. The last light spot flew out and it completely disappeared.
Ye Fan stared at the last piece of light rain, and when he saw them, they did not fly far, and finally fell into the rocks, submerged among the vegetation, and turned into nothingness.
He let out a long sigh. Although he knew that reincarnation was empty and could not exist, he still felt a burst of sadness and disappointment, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in his heart.
The ancient saints of the Western Desert completely disappeared from the world, and the Buddha was nothing more than that, let alone the mortals. In the end, they failed to leave any mark.
Ye Fan knew that it was impossible for him to see his parents again. They were truly separated forever. Thinking of this, he felt sad and couldn't help himself.
He stood there motionless, almost petrified. Where to go? He was confused, had no direction, and felt that everything he did was meaningless.
He didn't know how long he stood there, but Ye Fan suddenly looked up. He felt a faint wave coming from the depths of the Tibetan area, and there was a mysterious aura flowing.
"This is..." His eyes flashed as he looked down at the land ahead.
This feeling is unforgettable. I once experienced it when I was in the Western Desert. This mysterious fluctuation was almost the same as the fluctuation in Mount Xumi. Ye Fan turned into a ray of light and rushed forward quickly.
He entered the depths of the no-man's land on the plateau, and at this moment he felt a vast wave of waves, like a vast ocean bursting its banks and rushing in all directions.
Ye Fan was shocked. This uninhabited land was too mysterious. Compared with what he had experienced in the Western Desert in the past, the fluctuations were not much weaker. He almost mistakenly thought that he was overlooking Mount Sumeru again.
However, as quickly as it came, it went away quickly. The mysterious wave was like a flood being cut off by a floodgate. It stopped in an instant and disappeared completely. It could no longer be sensed.
"Where does it come from?"
Ye Fan's powerful spiritual consciousness reached out and swept across the mountains and rivers, but he could not detect anything. This was a very strange experience.
Tibetan areas have always been very mysterious, and there are always things that cannot be explained. Ye Fan chased here but saw nothing, and he was shocked and confused.
"There are indeed many mysteries in Tibetan areas that cannot be solved. The place where Sakyamuni was born has no longer worshiped the Buddha. It has become a pure land. Is there anything hidden there?"
Ye Fan stood on a majestic mountain, looking down at the endless mysterious ancient land. Not only was Buddhism rooted here, but the most mysterious Kunlun in ancient China also lay across it.
He walked along the way, passing many places, walking alone through a large no-man's land, and finally came to a barrier between Jiangxi and the Tarim Basin - a section of the Kunlun Mountains.
Kunlun, the Mountain of Ten Thousand Ancestors, is the most sacred mountain in China. The Queen Mother of the West, the Ancient Immortals... are all derived from this place. It has the highest status in ancient China and is incomparable.
However, when Ye Fan visited a section, he found that it was bland and nothing special. He did not go deep into Tibet, nor did he go to the Qinghai section, so he returned to the Tibetan area.
Because he didn't come here to find the secret of Kunlun, but just to pursue the Buddha. He really had no other thoughts. He was just dejected and couldn't care about anything else.
Ye Fan came to Sara. Even though he didn't believe in the afterlife, he still wanted to give it a try. He couldn't let go of the huge fluctuations not long ago.
He entered the Potala Palace, which is built on the mountain and is majestic. It has been a sacred place of Buddhism since ancient times and has an extraordinary status.
Ye Fan went in and out of many palaces, which were all important places not open to the outside world, but he was disappointed. He did not feel the aura or find it.
Then, he entered the Jokhang Temple and Ramoche Temple successively, but still found nothing in these two holy temples. He only had a trace of pure thought power, but it could not be comparable to what he felt not long ago.
You know, the vastness is awe-inspiring, it's really as close to Mount Sumeru as it is like the surging ocean.
Soon after, he successively entered Sejie Temple, Yeba Temple, Zhasang Temple, Samye Temple and other places, all of which are the most famous ancient and holy temples, but still found nothing.
Ye Fan discovered that even today there are people who are worshiping Buddha and have devout beliefs. They are not just burning incense, worshiping Buddha, and praying for peace. But unfortunately, he did not see a practitioner. Maybe some people are not.
There were known ancient temples, but he had no intention of looking for them.
Ye Fan walked through the vast no-man's land, revealing his strange color, because occasionally he met some Tibetan people with devout beliefs. They were very excited, saying that the Buddha was about to come to the world.
He was very puzzled and inquired carefully. Some people said that the Buddha Land of Ultimate Bliss was opened and he sensed the power of Buddha. Some people said that a Buddha was resurrected in the whirling world. Some people said that the door of Buddhism was opened and the Dharma was revealed in the world.
Ye Fan shook his head and turned to leave. Although he was still very sad and depressed, but after stepping out of his inner world a little, he knew that there were some things that he had to wait for him to do.
He walked through a large area of no man's land and saw some dilapidated ancient temples that had long since become ruins. He did not expect to feel strong fluctuations in these places.
"Something's wrong!"
Ye Fan suddenly felt that when he was as sad as a mortal, he was unconscious, but when he was slightly awake and felt seriously, there was something different in this land, which actually made him suffocate, targeting the monks!
He couldn't help but look up at the sky and said to himself: "Is it Lingshan Mountain or Kunlun Mountain? I will find out later."
However, when he thought that his cultivation had reached such a state that even his parents could not protect him, he felt disheartened. Even if he could discover the secret land, what would be the use?
The road to immortality is rugged, and whether it is cutting off the path or attaining enlightenment, you have to sacrifice too much, but in the end you can't even protect your loved ones, and it really seems meaningless in the end.
Ye Fan walked back and was about to leave the Tibetan area. When passing by a rocky mountain, he saw the ruins of an ancient temple and suddenly felt that something was peering at him.
He turned around and walked towards the ruins of the ancient temple, staring at a stone Buddha. He came closer step by step. He felt a little incredible that in this era of Dharma-ending times, he met a creature with "Taoism".
"Whoosh"
Behind the stone Buddha, a purple light shot up and disappeared into the stone mountain.
Ye Fan raised his head and climbed up the stone mountain more than 100 meters high in one step, staring at a stone cave as big as a bowl. There was a small palm-high stone Buddha, half blocking the entrance of the cave.