The Divine Emperor is majestic and upright, with wisps of chaotic energy entangled, transcendent and mysterious, like a living and worldly venerable person looking down on all living beings.
He stood on the top of Mount Sumeru, with much less death energy. The pressure of the ancient emperor was released, but the two revived imperial weapons could withstand and block, protecting the Dayin Leiyin Temple.
The world became quiet, and a sigh came from the nine-colored fairy clothes. With endless sadness, it summoned the nine-level coffin and buried the God Emperor again in sorrow.
The Silkworm Emperor's body slowly fell down, surrounded by chaos, sank into the coffin, and the stone coffin closed one by one, sealing it in it.
How many great men are buried in the years, no matter how great your supernatural powers are, they will be irreversible. They will be glorious for a lifetime, and they will be sad in the end.
The God Emperor is peerless, stunning the past and present, but still has no way to withstand the years. It will eventually come to an end, and the splendid moment, and then there will be endless darkness and ending.
Boom!
The nine-level coffin is completely closed, tightly fitted, like an ordinary stone, ancient and clumsy, unlustered, flat angelica, and no one will notice it if thrown into the loess.
This is the life of the Emperor, and he will eventually return to the dust and the earth.
Father!The Taoist Shen Silkworm screamed, tears flowed out, clenched his fists and rushed forward.
The battle suit of the Divine Silkworm Clan emitted a fairy light, turning into a dazzling river of heaven, leading directly to the mountains, like a bridge that reached the sky, making this place a road.
It was leading the people from the lineage of the divine silkworm, the ancient royal family, the divine silkworm princess, etc. all stepped up to climb Mount Sumeru.
Ye Fan was hanging on his head with a bright green copper tripod, carrying a three-foot fairy sword in his hand, and also followed him, and for the first time in his life, he came to the top of Mount Sumeru.
The Taoist silhouette rolled in tears, his hands stroked the stone coffin, his voice was hoarse, and others could not hear clearly what he was saying.
boom!With a loud bang, the sarcophagus enlarged, the nine colors soared into the sky, and the tenth color burst out. It suddenly magnified to a thousand feet long, and it continued to grow bigger.
Widths of rays of rays of rayons burst out and sank into the eyebrows of the Taoist Taoist. It seemed like a wave of scriptures sounded, and there was also a feeling of the way of breaking.
The Taoist Shen Silkworm retreated, lost his soul and murmured to himself: I missed it in the end, and I will finally set off...
brush!
Another fairy light burst out, and beyond everyone's expectations, it flew towards Princess Divine Silkworm's shoulder and aimed at the little monkey with golden light.
The little monkey, who was not much taller than his slap, suddenly grinned, looked scared, nervously grasped a strand of Princess Shen Silkworm's hair and retreated.
Everyone was stunned. What is the origin of this little divine silkworm who has transformed and now becomes the appearance of a fighting holy ape?He was actually paid attention to by the God Emperor and was given the immortal light.
Even the Princess of the Divine Silkworm was shocked. She looked back at the little divine ape with big eyes blinking on her shoulders and making an innocent look. She thought to herself, as if she had remembered something.
The sound that shocked people's souls was heard. At the moment when no one could react, the huge sarcophagus soared into the air, drawing out a dazzling fairy light, tearing the sky and entering the depths of the universe.
It chooses to go on the road of loneliness and drifts in the universe forever. This is the destination of the ancient emperor, and it will eventually be a person who chews on this loneliness.
The nine-level coffin disappeared, and the entire Sumeru Mountain became quiet. Whether it was the demon-subduing pestle or the nine-colored divine clothes, they gradually dim and slowly returned to silence.
In my dream, I saw the fairyland open... The divine silkworm Taoist looked at the starry sky from afar.
People don’t know whether he dreamed of the path of immortality or hope that his father would sleep like this and see the path of immortality after death.
master!A loud scream came out, shocking the crowd of people on Mount Sumeru to their senses.
Whether it was the divine silkworm lineage, the Bodhisattvas of the heavens, ancient Buddhas, etc., they all turned their heads to stare. It was a young monk who looked very Buddha-shaped, with kind eyebrows, big ears, 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 simple. He is an honest young man with a Buddhist charm.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately destroyed his appearance and seemed a little out of place.
Master, you are back and miss your baby apprentice to death.
Although he has big ears and shoulders, his appearance is simple, he really feels incongruent when speaking, and his temperament is very different from his appearance.
Haven't you... been converted?!Next to him, the two golden-body arhats who were escorting him over were shocked and a little stunned.
Alas, Master, you have destroyed my kingly turmoil. If you come later for decades, the female Bodhisattvas on the mountain will be abducted by me and let the remaining monks cry.
A group of people were speechless. The turning point was too fast. Everyone was beaten to death just now. Why did this young boy completely change his temper when he came out?
Ye Fan was speechless for a moment. The boy's appearance was exactly the same as the ancient Buddha back then. If he stood aside and kept silent, he would have the demeanor of a Buddhist monk.
But when he spoke, he was ruined, especially after laughing, he looked like a humble expression.
What are you talking about?!Ye Fan slapped him in the back of the head.
Little bald man, aren’t you being transformed?Xiao Que'er and others also climbed Mount Sumeru along the Golden Avenue. At this point, no one stopped the Buddhist sect.
Seeing Ye Fan also looking at him, Huahua immediately looked solemn and looked serious, and said: Ami Tathagata, Huahua and that big Buddha, the master sat in my heart, and the wine and meat passed through my intestines. How could they save me?
As a result, he was slapped in the back of the head.
Everyone tried hard to rescue him, but unexpectedly, the boy was not hurt, and he was worried for nothing. At this time, he smiled thorny.
The Arhats, Bodhisattvas, etc. could no longer sit still. The flowers were saved, but they witnessed with their own eyes. Why are they safe in the blink of an eye?
Under Ye Fan's stern gaze, Huahua did not dare to act rashly and told the truth in a singular way.
A flash of light on his forehead, and a Buddha's cap fell down, simple and unpretentious, with cracks and holes on it, but it exuded a kind of Buddha's Taoist rhyme.
Everyone in the Western Land was surprised. This was definitely a magical tool, not left by the saint, but the breath of the emperor was restrained.
Ye Fan naturally understood what was going on. This was Sakyamuni's skull, a skull that he left in the world when he tempered the six-inch golden body in the mortal world.
Back then, it was this scripture that was passed down to Huahua.
The quasi-emperor's capstone is hidden in the immortal platform. It is condensed into one with it. It cannot be detected by outsiders, and of course it cannot be saved. It can be avoided.
Ye Fan was even ready to save people. He thought it would take a lot of trouble, but he never thought it would be like this. He slapped him in the back of the head again. Seeing his slutty smile, he felt that he was a cheater.
The Buddhist group of people were all calm and hoped that they would go down the mountain quickly. There was nothing to say about the end of today.
But Huahua didn't do it, and was suppressed for no reason. No matter what, she felt a sense of anger.
Amitabha Buddha is an old monk who has moved his mind and has too deep obsessions. He is here to apologize.Moke said expressionlessly.
Huahua smiled and directly grabbed the old monk's hand, saying that she had to take practical actions and could not 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, which verified the fruit of the great Emperor Amitabha. Now you really don’t know me anymore? Have you forgotten the scene where we discussed the Tao on the banks of Ayu Lake five thousand years ago?!Moko shouted.
Monk, you are too arrogant!Next to him, Dongfangye and others stopped doing it.
Only Ye Fan understands what's going on.I thought that the ancient Buddha was very low-key, and it was not necessarily known to everyone. I never thought that I was an old acquaintance with Mo Ke. The Buddhist detention of Huahua this time involved too many causes and effects.
In the eyes of Moke and others, Huahua is a miracle of Buddhism, confirming the saying of Amitabha Buddha in the next life. This is a living example.
What a mess, let alone useless, I only know that you have suppressed me for many years. The Buddha talks about cause and effect, and you need to give me back a hundred years.Let’s do this. I want to create a great sect in Buddhism and let the heavenly court break through branches and leaves. You can go and be a guardian for me.
A bald boy pulled an old monk and was having a fight there, which was ridiculous.
The Buddhist wise men looked at the nose, nose, mouth, and heart, and bowed their heads without saying a word. They really didn't want to be entangled by this Qingsie monk.
At this moment, a tall figure rushed out from a temple not far away, with a huge bald head shiny and shouted: God Ah, Angel Ah, finally let me see an acquaintance, Ye Fan, Brother Ye, do you still remember me? Take me down the mountain too.
Not only did the Buddhist Bodhisattvas, the Dharma Protectors, the Ancient Buddhas frowned, but even outsiders were a little dazed. Why did such strange monks still exist in the Pure Land of Buddhism?
Ye Fan was stunned. This was not someone else, but Cade, Li Xiaoman's American classmate. After so many years, he had a profound Buddhist supernatural power.
As a Vajra of the Dharma Protector, what are you now?!Moke scolded.
Cade ignored it, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and wanted Ye Fan to ask for help, saying: Take me out of this hellish place, eat vegetarian food every day, even God will go crazy.
Haven’t you been punished to face the wall? Why did you come out?A Bodhisattva asked.
Cade complained to Ye Fan and said: I haven’t eaten meat for 150 years. I finally stewed dog meat a while ago, but I was discovered after taking a bite. I was punished to face the wall for five hundred years.Heaven Ah, God Ah, five hundred years later, when I came out, my teeth were almost gone, and the dog meat could not be bitten.
Everyone was stunned and a little stunned.
Outside Mount Sumeru, all the saints outside the domain stared at each other, and everyone wanted to laugh, but a group of Bodhisattvas, ancient Buddhas, Dharma protectors, etc. had their faces turned ashen, and each looked ugly than the other.
Ye Fan didn't know what to say, so he patted his shoulder, not knowing whether it was comforting or the etiquette after the old friend reunion.
He secretly complained that this was also a cheat.
He pondered for a moment, spoke to the monks in the Western Desert, asking Kade to go down the mountain and jump out of the world of hell in his eyes.
As a Buddhist disciple, his six senses are not pure, so he goes down the mountain!The Great Peacock King had a gloomy face and issued such a Buddhist decree, and never wanted to see such a disciple for a moment.
On Mount Sumeru, a group of Bodhisattvas, Arhats, etc. were sent down the mountain like sending plague gods.
Huahua was like a chatterbox, holding the old monk Mo Ke's hand and saying endlessly, spitting in her mouth, as if she had never spoken in her ten lives, and she had endless things to say.
He drooled, pulled the old monk to chat, asked him to go out to be a guardian, and compensated for his hardships of being suppressed over the years.
The Great Saint Moke could bear it at first, but later, his snow-white eyebrows kept pounding, and he wanted to slap him to death.He really couldn't stand it, and the talkative words never stopped.
Master, your beard is white.
Master, your shoes are about to get out of your toes.
Master, have you been chopped off when you were young? You have a scar as big as a bowl on your nose.
……
Listening to these endless words and god-like logical thoughts, the old monk Moke wanted to strangle him to death directly.
He stood on the top of Mount Sumeru, with much less death energy. The pressure of the ancient emperor was released, but the two revived imperial weapons could withstand and block, protecting the Dayin Leiyin Temple.
The world became quiet, and a sigh came from the nine-colored fairy clothes. With endless sadness, it summoned the nine-level coffin and buried the God Emperor again in sorrow.
The Silkworm Emperor's body slowly fell down, surrounded by chaos, sank into the coffin, and the stone coffin closed one by one, sealing it in it.
How many great men are buried in the years, no matter how great your supernatural powers are, they will be irreversible. They will be glorious for a lifetime, and they will be sad in the end.
The God Emperor is peerless, stunning the past and present, but still has no way to withstand the years. It will eventually come to an end, and the splendid moment, and then there will be endless darkness and ending.
Boom!
The nine-level coffin is completely closed, tightly fitted, like an ordinary stone, ancient and clumsy, unlustered, flat angelica, and no one will notice it if thrown into the loess.
This is the life of the Emperor, and he will eventually return to the dust and the earth.
Father!The Taoist Shen Silkworm screamed, tears flowed out, clenched his fists and rushed forward.
The battle suit of the Divine Silkworm Clan emitted a fairy light, turning into a dazzling river of heaven, leading directly to the mountains, like a bridge that reached the sky, making this place a road.
It was leading the people from the lineage of the divine silkworm, the ancient royal family, the divine silkworm princess, etc. all stepped up to climb Mount Sumeru.
Ye Fan was hanging on his head with a bright green copper tripod, carrying a three-foot fairy sword in his hand, and also followed him, and for the first time in his life, he came to the top of Mount Sumeru.
The Taoist silhouette rolled in tears, his hands stroked the stone coffin, his voice was hoarse, and others could not hear clearly what he was saying.
boom!With a loud bang, the sarcophagus enlarged, the nine colors soared into the sky, and the tenth color burst out. It suddenly magnified to a thousand feet long, and it continued to grow bigger.
Widths of rays of rays of rayons burst out and sank into the eyebrows of the Taoist Taoist. It seemed like a wave of scriptures sounded, and there was also a feeling of the way of breaking.
The Taoist Shen Silkworm retreated, lost his soul and murmured to himself: I missed it in the end, and I will finally set off...
brush!
Another fairy light burst out, and beyond everyone's expectations, it flew towards Princess Divine Silkworm's shoulder and aimed at the little monkey with golden light.
The little monkey, who was not much taller than his slap, suddenly grinned, looked scared, nervously grasped a strand of Princess Shen Silkworm's hair and retreated.
Everyone was stunned. What is the origin of this little divine silkworm who has transformed and now becomes the appearance of a fighting holy ape?He was actually paid attention to by the God Emperor and was given the immortal light.
Even the Princess of the Divine Silkworm was shocked. She looked back at the little divine ape with big eyes blinking on her shoulders and making an innocent look. She thought to herself, as if she had remembered something.
The sound that shocked people's souls was heard. At the moment when no one could react, the huge sarcophagus soared into the air, drawing out a dazzling fairy light, tearing the sky and entering the depths of the universe.
It chooses to go on the road of loneliness and drifts in the universe forever. This is the destination of the ancient emperor, and it will eventually be a person who chews on this loneliness.
The nine-level coffin disappeared, and the entire Sumeru Mountain became quiet. Whether it was the demon-subduing pestle or the nine-colored divine clothes, they gradually dim and slowly returned to silence.
In my dream, I saw the fairyland open... The divine silkworm Taoist looked at the starry sky from afar.
People don’t know whether he dreamed of the path of immortality or hope that his father would sleep like this and see the path of immortality after death.
master!A loud scream came out, shocking the crowd of people on Mount Sumeru to their senses.
Whether it was the divine silkworm lineage, the Bodhisattvas of the heavens, ancient Buddhas, etc., they all turned their heads to stare. It was a young monk who looked very Buddha-shaped, with kind eyebrows, big ears, 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 simple. He is an honest young man with a Buddhist charm.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately destroyed his appearance and seemed a little out of place.
Master, you are back and miss your baby apprentice to death.
Although he has big ears and shoulders, his appearance is simple, he really feels incongruent when speaking, and his temperament is very different from his appearance.
Haven't you... been converted?!Next to him, the two golden-body arhats who were escorting him over were shocked and a little stunned.
Alas, Master, you have destroyed my kingly turmoil. If you come later for decades, the female Bodhisattvas on the mountain will be abducted by me and let the remaining monks cry.
A group of people were speechless. The turning point was too fast. Everyone was beaten to death just now. Why did this young boy completely change his temper when he came out?
Ye Fan was speechless for a moment. The boy's appearance was exactly the same as the ancient Buddha back then. If he stood aside and kept silent, he would have the demeanor of a Buddhist monk.
But when he spoke, he was ruined, especially after laughing, he looked like a humble expression.
What are you talking about?!Ye Fan slapped him in the back of the head.
Little bald man, aren’t you being transformed?Xiao Que'er and others also climbed Mount Sumeru along the Golden Avenue. At this point, no one stopped the Buddhist sect.
Seeing Ye Fan also looking at him, Huahua immediately looked solemn and looked serious, and said: Ami Tathagata, Huahua and that big Buddha, the master sat in my heart, and the wine and meat passed through my intestines. How could they save me?
As a result, he was slapped in the back of the head.
Everyone tried hard to rescue him, but unexpectedly, the boy was not hurt, and he was worried for nothing. At this time, he smiled thorny.
The Arhats, Bodhisattvas, etc. could no longer sit still. The flowers were saved, but they witnessed with their own eyes. Why are they safe in the blink of an eye?
Under Ye Fan's stern gaze, Huahua did not dare to act rashly and told the truth in a singular way.
A flash of light on his forehead, and a Buddha's cap fell down, simple and unpretentious, with cracks and holes on it, but it exuded a kind of Buddha's Taoist rhyme.
Everyone in the Western Land was surprised. This was definitely a magical tool, not left by the saint, but the breath of the emperor was restrained.
Ye Fan naturally understood what was going on. This was Sakyamuni's skull, a skull that he left in the world when he tempered the six-inch golden body in the mortal world.
Back then, it was this scripture that was passed down to Huahua.
The quasi-emperor's capstone is hidden in the immortal platform. It is condensed into one with it. It cannot be detected by outsiders, and of course it cannot be saved. It can be avoided.
Ye Fan was even ready to save people. He thought it would take a lot of trouble, but he never thought it would be like this. He slapped him in the back of the head again. Seeing his slutty smile, he felt that he was a cheater.
The Buddhist group of people were all calm and hoped that they would go down the mountain quickly. There was nothing to say about the end of today.
But Huahua didn't do it, and was suppressed for no reason. No matter what, she felt a sense of anger.
Amitabha Buddha is an old monk who has moved his mind and has too deep obsessions. He is here to apologize.Moke said expressionlessly.
Huahua smiled and directly grabbed the old monk's hand, saying that she had to take practical actions and could not 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, which verified the fruit of the great Emperor Amitabha. Now you really don’t know me anymore? Have you forgotten the scene where we discussed the Tao on the banks of Ayu Lake five thousand years ago?!Moko shouted.
Monk, you are too arrogant!Next to him, Dongfangye and others stopped doing it.
Only Ye Fan understands what's going on.I thought that the ancient Buddha was very low-key, and it was not necessarily known to everyone. I never thought that I was an old acquaintance with Mo Ke. The Buddhist detention of Huahua this time involved too many causes and effects.
In the eyes of Moke and others, Huahua is a miracle of Buddhism, confirming the saying of Amitabha Buddha in the next life. This is a living example.
What a mess, let alone useless, I only know that you have suppressed me for many years. The Buddha talks about cause and effect, and you need to give me back a hundred years.Let’s do this. I want to create a great sect in Buddhism and let the heavenly court break through branches and leaves. You can go and be a guardian for me.
A bald boy pulled an old monk and was having a fight there, which was ridiculous.
The Buddhist wise men looked at the nose, nose, mouth, and heart, and bowed their heads without saying a word. They really didn't want to be entangled by this Qingsie monk.
At this moment, a tall figure rushed out from a temple not far away, with a huge bald head shiny and shouted: God Ah, Angel Ah, finally let me see an acquaintance, Ye Fan, Brother Ye, do you still remember me? Take me down the mountain too.
Not only did the Buddhist Bodhisattvas, the Dharma Protectors, the Ancient Buddhas frowned, but even outsiders were a little dazed. Why did such strange monks still exist in the Pure Land of Buddhism?
Ye Fan was stunned. This was not someone else, but Cade, Li Xiaoman's American classmate. After so many years, he had a profound Buddhist supernatural power.
As a Vajra of the Dharma Protector, what are you now?!Moke scolded.
Cade ignored it, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and wanted Ye Fan to ask for help, saying: Take me out of this hellish place, eat vegetarian food every day, even God will go crazy.
Haven’t you been punished to face the wall? Why did you come out?A Bodhisattva asked.
Cade complained to Ye Fan and said: I haven’t eaten meat for 150 years. I finally stewed dog meat a while ago, but I was discovered after taking a bite. I was punished to face the wall for five hundred years.Heaven Ah, God Ah, five hundred years later, when I came out, my teeth were almost gone, and the dog meat could not be bitten.
Everyone was stunned and a little stunned.
Outside Mount Sumeru, all the saints outside the domain stared at each other, and everyone wanted to laugh, but a group of Bodhisattvas, ancient Buddhas, Dharma protectors, etc. had their faces turned ashen, and each looked ugly than the other.
Ye Fan didn't know what to say, so he patted his shoulder, not knowing whether it was comforting or the etiquette after the old friend reunion.
He secretly complained that this was also a cheat.
He pondered for a moment, spoke to the monks in the Western Desert, asking Kade to go down the mountain and jump out of the world of hell in his eyes.
As a Buddhist disciple, his six senses are not pure, so he goes down the mountain!The Great Peacock King had a gloomy face and issued such a Buddhist decree, and never wanted to see such a disciple for a moment.
On Mount Sumeru, a group of Bodhisattvas, Arhats, etc. were sent down the mountain like sending plague gods.
Huahua was like a chatterbox, holding the old monk Mo Ke's hand and saying endlessly, spitting in her mouth, as if she had never spoken in her ten lives, and she had endless things to say.
He drooled, pulled the old monk to chat, asked him to go out to be a guardian, and compensated for his hardships of being suppressed over the years.
The Great Saint Moke could bear it at first, but later, his snow-white eyebrows kept pounding, and he wanted to slap him to death.He really couldn't stand it, and the talkative words never stopped.
Master, your beard is white.
Master, your shoes are about to get out of your toes.
Master, have you been chopped off when you were young? You have a scar as big as a bowl on your nose.
……
Listening to these endless words and god-like logical thoughts, the old monk Moke wanted to strangle him to death directly.
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