Chapter 1508: Sumeru ended

Divine Emperor Wei shore, majestic and upright, a ray of chaotic air entwined, super yet mysterious, like a living lord who looks at all beings.
Standing at the top of Mount Xumi, he died a lot less, and the Taikoo Emperor released his majesty, but the two restored emperors could withstand and block them, protecting the Great Yinlei Temple.
The world calmed down, and there was a sigh inside the Nine-Color Fairy Clothes, with endless sadness, it summoned the Nine Heavy Coffins and mournfully buried the Divine Emperor again.
The body of the silkworm emperor fell slowly, surrounded by chaos, and sunk into the coffin, and the stone jacket closed one by one, sealing it in it.
How many heroes are buried under the years, and the magical power of your day is difficult to reverse, and the whole life is brilliant, and the last is sentimental.
The Divine Emperor is peerless, stunning the ancient and the modern, but there is still no way to withstand the years, and the final is to end, the gorgeous moment, and then the endless darkness and ending.
Bang!
The Nine Heavy Coffin is completely closed, tightly closed, like an ordinary stone. It is ancient and clumsy, and it is really true. It will not be noticed when it is thrown in the loess.
This is the life of the great emperor, and the ultimate goal is to return the dust to the dust.
"Father!" Shouted the silkworm, tears burst into tears, clenched his fists, and rushed forward.
The armor of the gods of the silkworm family radiated a fairy light, which turned into a dazzling Tianhe, leading directly to the mountains, like a bridge to the sky, making it a thoroughfare.
It is attracting the people of the silkworm, the ancient emperor's parents and the princess of the silkworm, etc., all set foot on the Mount Xumi.
Ye Fan's head was hung with a gorgeous green dingy copper tripod, and he carried a three-foot fairy sword, and followed him. He came to the summit of Mount Xumi for the first time in his life.
The silkworm Taoist's tears rolled down, he touched the sarcophagus, his voice was hoarse, others could not hear what he was talking about.
With a bang, the sarcophagus zoomed in, the nine colors burst into the sky, and the tenth color burst out. It suddenly enlarged to a thousand feet, and it continues to grow larger.
A ray of ray of light burst out, plunging into the eyebrows of the silkworm Taoist, vaguely like a burst of scriptures ringing, and a kind of feeling after the broken road.
The silkworm retreats, loses his soul, and mutters to himself: "I missed it all the time, and I have to go on the road ..."
brush!
Another fairy light burst out. Unexpectedly everyone. It was flying to the shoulder of Princess Silkworm, aiming at the shiny golden monkey.
The little monkey, not much taller than the slap, immediately grinned. In a terrified look, nervously grasping a lock of hair of Princess Silkworm, she backed away.
Everyone stayed alone. What is the origin of this little silkworm who has transformed into a fighting holy ape now? Even the Emperor's attention was given to Xianguang.
Even the princess of the Silkworm was taken aback, looking back at the little ape with a big eye blinking on his shoulder and making an innocent look. If he thought about it, he seemed to remember something.
The sound of shocking people's souls came out. At the moment when no one had responded, the huge sarcophagus emptied up, drawing a dazzling fairy light and tearing Tianyu. Straight into the depths of the universe.
It chose a lonely road and never wandered in the universe. This is the home of the ancient emperor, and it will eventually be a person who chews this loneliness.
The Nine Heavy Coffins disappeared, and the entire Xumi Mountain became quiet. Both the Devil's Pestle and the Nine-color Divine Cloth gradually dimmed. Slowly return to silence.
"Dream can be seen in the dream ..." The silkworm Taoist looked at the starry sky.
People don't know if he dreamed of Xianlu, but still wish his father would sleep like this and see Xianlu after his death.
"Master!" A cry came out, and a group of people on the surprised Xumi Mountain recovered.
Whether it's the silkworm, or the heavenly bodhisattvas, ancient Buddhas, etc., all turned their heads to stare. It was a young monk who looked very Buddha-shaped. Kind eyebrows and good eyes, big earlobe shoulders, scars on the bald head.
There is no doubt that this is a flower. After many years have passed, he has grown up and looks very simple. A young man who is honest and has a lot of Buddhism charm.
However, when he opened his mouth, he immediately ruined the simplicity of his appearance, and seemed a little out of place.
"Master, you are back and want to die your baby apprentice."
Although the ears are big and the shoulders are buddhist, the Buddha is simple, but there is a sense of disobedience in one word, and the temperament is very different from the appearance.
"Are you ... wasn't you saved ?!" Next to them, the two golden bodies Luohan who escorted him were startled and a little stunned.
"Alas, Master, you have ruined my king's dominance. For decades to come, this female bodhisattva full of mountains will be abducted by me and let the remaining monks cry."
A group of people opened their mouths, this turning point is too fast, just now everyone is still alive and killed, how come this hairy kid completely changed the taste.
Ye Fan was speechless for a while. The appearance of this kid was exactly the same as that of the ancient Buddha. If he stood on the side to keep silent, he had the demeanor of a Buddhist monk.
But everything was ruined, especially after laughing, it looked like a mean expression.
"Say what?" Ye Fan snapped and gave a slap to the back of his head.
"Small bald head, haven't you been saved?" Xiaoque'er and others also climbed the Jinguang Avenue to Mount Xumi, and at this step, no one stopped.
Seeing Ye Fan also looking at it, Hua Hua was so solemn and serious, and said: "A Mi is coming, Hua Hua is the big Buddha, the master sits in my heart, and the wine and meat pass through the intestines. How can I live with them? "
The result was a slap in the back of his head.
Everyone struggled to rescue him, but he didn't expect that this kid's cold hair was not hurt, and he worried about nothing. At this time, he looked smirking.
The Luohan and the Bodhisattva could not sit still, and the flowers were spent, but they witnessed it with their own eyes.
Under Ye Fan's stern eyes, Huahua didn't dare to make trouble, and the truth was revealed in 1510.
A glorious glance flashed across his forehead, and a piece of Buddha's cover fell down, plain and unpretentious, with some cracks and holes on it, but exuded a kind of Buddha's rhythm.
Everyone in the Western Territories was taken aback. This was definitely an artifact, not left by the saints, with a restrained atmosphere of the emperor.
Ye Fan naturally understands what is going on. This is the skull of Shakyamuni, a skull that he left in the world when Fan Chen refined the six gold bodies.
Back then, it was this buddhist bone that was passed down to the flower-filled scriptures.
The emperor's parietal bone is hidden in Sendai, and it is integrated with the condensed body. Outsiders can't check it, of course, it can't be spent, and it can be confused.
Ye Fan even prepared the Sutra, and thought it would take a lot of effort, but I never thought it was such a result. He gave him a slap in the back of his head again, looking at his cheap smile, he felt like a scam.
A group of people in Buddhism were all sullen, hoping that they would go down the mountain as quickly as possible. It ended like this today. There is really nothing to say.
But Huahua didn't do it, and was flatly suppressed for no reason, no matter what kind of heart he felt.
"Amitabha, it was the old monk who moved his heart. His obsession is too deep. He is here to make a guilt." Moco said expressionlessly.
With a smile, Huahua directly held the old monk's hand and said that there must be actual action. They cannot be suppressed for nothing for so many years.
"You have succeeded in reincarnation, reappearing the world, a miracle of my Buddhist door. I verified the Taoist fruit of Amitabha, but now I really do n’t know the poor monk, have we forgotten the scene of the Taoism on the shore of Lake Ayu five thousand years ago ?! "Moco shouted.
"Monk you are too horizontal!" Beside, Dongyeye and others stopped doing it.
Only Ye Fan understood what was going on. I thought it was very low-key for the ancient Buddha. It may not be universally known, and I did not want to be an old acquaintance with Mo Ke. The Buddhist detention of flowers and flowers this time involves too many causes and effects.
In the view of Moco and others, Huahua is a miracle of Buddha. It confirms the statement of Amitabha's major afterlife, which 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, you need to return me for a hundred years. So, I want to create a big teaching in the Buddhist gate. Let the heavens branch and leave , Go and protect me for me. "
A bald boy pulls an old monk, where he's ridiculous and makes people laugh.
The buddhist sages looked at the nose, mouth and mouth, and looked down at each other. I really don't want to be caught by this green-skinned monk.
Just then, a tall figure rushed out of a temple not far away. The huge bald head shone brightly and shouted: "God, angel, finally let me see an acquaintance, Ye Fan, Brother Ye, do you remember me, and take me down the mountain."
Not only the frowns of the Buddhas, the protectors of the law, the ancient Buddhas, etc., but also the outsiders are a little dazed. How can there be such a strange monk in the pure land of Buddhas.
Ye Fan was stunned. This was not a layman. It was Cade. It was Bruce Lee ’s American classmate. After so many years, he had a deep Buddha magical power.
"As a Dharma Protector, what does it look like now?" Moco scolded.
Cade ignored it, as if grabbing the straw for help, and wanted Ye Fan to ask for help, saying: "Take me out of this place, and be a vegetarian every day, even God must be crazy."
"Aren't you punished?" Why did you come out? "Asked a bodhisattva.
Cade complained to Ye Fan and said, "I haven't eaten meat for 150 years. I simmered the dog meat a while ago. I was discovered after taking a bite and fined me for five hundred years. My God, five hundred years later, when I came out, my teeth were almost gone, and the dog meat could n’t bite. "
Everyone was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.
Outside of Mount Xumi, all the saints outside the region also stared at each other, and everyone wanted to laugh, but a group of Bodhisattvas, ancient Buddhas, and protectors of the King of Heaven, etc., were all blue-faced, one was uglier than the other.
Ye Fan didn't know what to say, and patted his shoulder, not knowing whether it was comfort, or the etiquette after the old man reunited.
He secretly slandered, this is also a fake.
He groaned slightly, and opened to the monks of the West Desert, asking Cade to go down the mountain and jump out of the world of "hell" in his eyes.
"As a disciple of Buddhism, six of them are impure, go down the mountain!" King Peacock Ming was sullen, and he made such a decree that he didn't want to see such disciples for a moment ~ EbookFREE.me ~ A group of Bodhisattvas on Mount Sumeru , Luohan, etc., like sending plague gods, sending them down the mountain.
Huahua took the hand of the old monk Mo Ke like a tuberculosis, and said that it was endless, spitting stars in his mouth, as if he hadn't opened his mouth in ten lifetimes, with words that could not be said.
His saliva splashed, pulling the old monk to nibble, and asked him to go out to protect the mountain, to compensate for the suffering he had been suppressed for so many years.
Da Sheng Mo Ke was able to endure it at first, and later, his white eyebrows kept jumping, and he wished to slap him to death. He couldn't take it anymore, and the tuberculosis hadn't stopped.
"Master, your beard is white."
"Master, your shoe is almost out of the toe hole."
"Master, were you cut off when you were young, you have a scar like a bowl on your nose."
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Listening to these rambling words, the logical thoughts of God, Moko, the old monk, wanted to strangle him directly.