Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 1578: Nian Ci’an
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"The donor is willing to convert to my Buddha." Shakya smiled and didn't answer the question. He looked at Ye Chen kindly.
Ye Chen frowned. Venerable Sakyamuni's routine made him caught off guard. He respected the Buddha and was also afraid of the Buddha.
The Dharma is profound and profound, and it is common for all beings, but it also has infinite magic power.
Obviously, he has been stared at by Shakya, and he wants to invite him into the Buddha ’s gate to become a devout Buddhist.
"Is this a deal?" Ye Chen looks up at the mountain top, and can also see the mountain top Shakya through the clouds.
"Naturally not." Buddha Shakyamuni, "do not rush to answer, think about coming again."
As he said, a ray of Buddha's light fell from his fingertips, and he fell into the eyebrows of Ye Chen impartially.
It was a consciousness, a huge map, not only bearing, but also her exact location.
The Ye Chen was very emotional. After giving a hand, he hurriedly turned around, stepped into the sky, and went straight to the west.
Behind him, Shakya looked quietly, and the quiet Buddha eyes shone with deep meaning, wondering and wondering.
With the sky, Ye Chen is as fast as divine glow, and the pinnacle of the body is so full of strength that I ca n’t wait to see her.
The sky was bright, but the desert land was snowing silently, and the snow fluttered, whitening the world.
Snow covered in snow, the majestic and peaceful nature of the mysterious desert and the desert, added a touch of tranquility, as quiet as the Dharma.
Surely, this quietness was soon broken, and some people fought, facing the snow in the sky, to the top.
Looking at both sides of the battle, one of them is a Buddha, and the other is a majestic figure.
It was Xi Zun and Kui Niu. The two of them were fighting, and they made a lot of movements, which caused cultivator to watch.
"These two guys can't hit it, so they'll do it." Sifang was amazed and somewhat puzzled.
"There is still a reason to fight? If you do n’t like it, you can start fighting. The prince of the Kui Niu tribe, Temper is hot."
"Hot and hoisting, even the golden body of Xi Zun's Wanfo is difficult to break, and it is a battered material to find him."
"If you want to be a god, you must be at the level of the Eucharist."
In the discussion, the battle is fierce, the cows are wide open, the attack is domineering, and the fighting power is more peak than the peak.
Compared to him, Naxi Zun was calm and indulgent, the eyes of Buddha were dazzling, the dharma was boundless, and the fighting power was extremely strong.
Behind him, there is a big Buddha, a vision of his Buddhist family, protecting his body and gods. King Kong is not bad. The Kui Niu attacked all the way and failed to break through the defense.
The news spread like a wing to West Desert.
Ye Chen has heard about it himself, but he only shook his head and smiled, and was not surprised that Kui Niu fell down.
But he did n’t return to help. Although he did n’t know what kind of grievance Kui Niu had with Xi Zun, Xi Zun would never hurt Kui Niu ’s life, and everything was just a small mess.
Speaking, he entered another ancient city teleportation array.
Since then, he has spent all his journeys in this way, according to the position given by Shakya, without stopping.
He still had sighed in his heart, but he did n’t know how far away he was. If Shakya had given him an accurate location, God knew what year and month he would find, and the desert was too big.
Three days later, he set foot on a vast land.
It is far enough away from the prosperous area, even a bit desolate, Spiritual Power is thin, the trees are barren, plus white snow, coldly is clear, no people.
He entered an ancient town and looked up into the distance. It was a mountain covered by snow.
It was Nian Ci Mountain, and there was a Nian Ci An, the woman in the city without tears, in the Nian Ci An.
"No wonder you haven't found it for a long time, but you are retreating in such a remote place." Ye Chen couldn't help whispering.
"Fang brewed wine, the little ones may wish to buy some warmth." Ye Chen was fascinated by the old voice on the side of the street, but it was an old man selling wine.
The weather is not good, the snow is flying, away from the old town of the prosperous place, few people are not seen on the street, even if there are, it is just rushing past.
There are very few people, and the old man who sells wine is one of them. The lonely one is on the street. Although it is cultivator, it seems to be very cold, wearing a large thick cotton jacket.
His cultivation is not high, and even the lower one is a bit pitiful, only True Yang Realm, as for the age, it is not small.
"Seniors believe in Buddha or not." Ye Chen smiled while fetching source stones, as if taking care of the elderly business.
"I have no chance with the Buddha." The old man Cixiang smiled, and passed two pots of muddy wine, "Xiaoyou came from afar, servant, are you going to read Ci'an?"
"It's just passing by." Ye Chen smiled lightly, took two pots of wine, carried it with one hand, and walked through the quiet town.
The vast land left a series of footprints.
Snow petals are dreamlike, just like his state of mind at the moment, quite unreal, he is about to see her.
Nian Cishan, he stopped slowly and looked up quietly.
This is a small hill, the peaks are not high, not surprising, but there is a tranquility away from the muddy world.
Looking up from the bottom of the mountain, you can vaguely see the temple on the top of the mountain. That is Nianci Temple, calm and quiet.
He took a hard breath and gently raised his foot, not stepping on the sky, but walking up the stone steps step by step.
He did not know whether he should be excited or nervous, and he had hopes in his heart, for fear that the woman was not Chu Xuan or Chu Ling.
He also dare not use Zhou Tian's evolution to self-esteem.
Or, he did n’t dare to easily reveal that answer. The years are too vicissitudes, so I always have to think about it.
The snow is still floating, hitting him gently on the shoulder, turning into mist, and blending into his clothes, but not cold.
He climbed the stone steps and saw a tile-roofed temple in front of him. In front of the temple, there was a little nun holding a broom to sweep the snow. His heart was not clear, and he muttered endlessly.
"Huh?" Xu was aware of someone. The little nun could not help looking sideways. She was still a girl, and Ling Che's eyes were shining, "Who are you!"
"It's just a passerby." Ye Chen smiled and opened a jar of turbid wine, and raised his head, but felt the turbid wine was extraordinary, the entrance was strong, but the belly was like a ray of clear water.
Subconsciously, he turned his head slightly and looked at the ancient town under the mountain. The old man who sold wine was still there, and he began to take a nap there, waiting for someone to buy wine.
Wine is muddy wine, but it is extraordinary. Although the old man is sloppy, it must not be simple, which makes him wonder.
"Return to the original?" Ye Chen whispered again.
"Then what do you want to do with Ci'an." The little nun raised her face, her eyes clear.
Ye Chen regained his spirit and arched his hand, "I want to see the fairy of the city without tears, I also hope that Xiaodao Gu will pass on."
"Uh." Aunt Dao greeted her and ran in with a broom, and then a voice came back, "Master, some people want to see the fairy."
Soon, the little nun bounced out, and behind him was an old nun.
"Master, it's him." said the little nun.
The old nun gave a gift and swept up and down at Ye Chen. With her Spirit Void Realm repair, she was embarrassed to break Ye Chen.
"I have seen Dao Gu." Ye Chen knows how to behave.
"Please inside." The old nun stretched out his palm.
"Thank you." Ye Chen stepped into Nian Ci An in one step.
Nian Ci'an is not big, very quiet, except for the little nun and the old nun, there is only one person.
The third person is naturally a fairy without tears.
Ye Chen useless guidance, found her position very accurately, not impatient, walked step by step.
In the depths covered by Cuizhu, there is a small bamboo house. He stood still, standing still, heart-shaped, holy body lifted, tightly stretched, not slack.
"Is ... is it you?" Thousands of words, he finally used this sentence as the opening speech, with a dry voice and a hoarse voice, with a touch of ancient vicissitudes.
In a word, there was a breeze and the snow petals swayed.
But with a squeak, the bamboo houses opened slowly, and a peerless woman came out and dusted in white clothes, just like this snow, without the slightest dirt.
She was covered in plain yarn and could not see the true face. The eyes were clear and clean, but she was indifferent. The three thousand green silks moved without wind, and all of them were dyed with Shenxia.
Ye Chen only glanced, and the tight body was like a deflated ball, staggering, as if there was no bone support, almost collapsed on the spot.
She is not them. He does n’t even have to look at her true face, just her eyes are enough to recognize it.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
He smiled a little tired, straight and barren holy body, rickets for a point, his face also instantly pale white, his fingers stiff, lost his sense of consciousness.
"'Ancient Desolate Emperor Physique'." The fairy without tears murmured quietly, his expression remained indifferent, and he did not eat fireworks on earth.
Ye Chen rushed to collect her thoughts, and flicked her hand to take out Chu Xuan (Chu Ling) scroll. "The fairy has seen her."
"How about you? Have you ever seen him." The fairy without tears also flicked his hand, and also had a picture scroll hanging in the air, depicting a man on it, exactly the same as the Ye Chen student, more precisely, Ye Chen .
Ye Chen didn't speak, he removed his black robe and took off his ghost mask, revealing the true vicissitudes of time.
"Most of the people dreamed of by the goddess are you." Fairy without tears said faintly, "In the world of Hongchen, there really exist people like you, really cause and effect."
"You haven't answered my question yet." Ye Chen did not squint, quietly looking at the fairy without tears in front of him, "This painting is Reverend, but you are a city without tears."
"She is the goddess of the city without tears." The iceless jade bone of the fairy without tears stands like a statue.
As soon as this remark came out, Ye Chen ’s lost state of mind suddenly waved, and he hurriedly bowed his hands to salute, with a tone of pleading, "Wang Xianzi spread, I want to see your goddess."
"Who is she." Fairy without tears said lightly.
"My wife." When Ye Chen confided these three words, there were still tears in his eyes, which could not stop.
"Too indifferent, without tears ... is ruthless."
"It is good to be sentimental or merciless, I want to see her."
"The city without tears has gone, and as the city without tears, I can't contact." Fairy without tears said.
"When will the city without tears come again." Ye Chen's body is tight again, hoping to look at the fairy without tears, he has missed twice, and does not want to miss the third time.
"I don't know." The tearless fairy's indifferent words are delicate.
"Why don't you know." Ye Chen screamed suddenly, and the repressed emotions of more than two hundred years erupted at this instant, and the momentum suddenly appeared and swallowed up.
His expression, even a bit ugly, tearful eyes, covered with bloodshot, tears and blood are blending.