Chapter 1578: Read

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"The donor may wish to convert to my Buddha." Shakya smiled, didn't answer the question, and looked at Ye Chen kindly.
Ye Chen frowned. The path of His Holiness Shakya caught him by surprise. He respected the Buddha and was also afraid of the Buddha.
The Dharma is vast and profound, and all sentient beings have infinite magical powers. They are stared at the Buddha without knowing the evil.
Obviously, he has been followed by Shakya, and he wants to invite him into the Buddhist gate to become a devout believer in the Buddhist family.
"Is this a deal?" Ye Chen looked up at the top of the mountain and could see Shakya on the top of the mountain across the clouds.
"Nature is not," said Lord Buddha Yin of Shakya, "don't rush to answer, think about it later."
Talking, a ray of Buddha light fell from his fingertips, and fell into Ye Chenmei's heart unbiasedly.
It was a consciousness, blended with a huge map, not only the position, but also her precise location.
Ye Chen was so excited that he bowed his hand and turned around in a hurry, heading straight to the west.
Behind him, Shijia looked at it quietly. The quiet eyes of the Buddha flashed the light of deep meaning, with wonder and doubt.
The sky is empty, Ye Chen looks like a god-like mane, and her peak figure is extremely exerted, she can't wait to see her.
The sky was bright, but the desert land was silent, but it snowed silently, the snowflakes were flying, and the sky was white.
Snow-capped, majestic and peaceful in the desert and western desert, add a touch of tranquility, as quiet as the Dharma.
Of course, this quietness was quickly broken, and there was another battle, facing the white snow and head-to-head confrontation.
Look at the two sides of the battle, one of them is Buddha, the other is a majestic figure, can be described as arrogant.
That was Xi Zun and Yak, and the two finally fought and made a lot of noise, which caused the monks to watch.
"These two people couldn't beat each other, and I did it." The Quartet was surprised, some puzzled.
"There is a reason for the fight? If you don't see the pleasing eye, you will start the fight. The yak prince is hot-tempered."
"It's hot. It's hard to break, even Xi Zun's Wanfo's golden body is hard to break. It's a tortured thing to call him.
"To do Western Religion, at least to the level of the Eucharist."
In the debate, the battle was fierce, the yaks opened up and closed together, and the attack was overwhelming. The combat power was more peak than the peak.
Compared to him, Nazun was calm and indulgent, the eyes of the Buddha were bright, the dharma was boundless, and his combat power was extremely strong.
Behind him, there is a great Buddha, a vision of his Buddhist family, protecting his body and God, King Kong is not bad, the yak attacked all the way and failed to break the defense.
The news spread like a wing and spread throughout the desert.
Ye Chen heard about it, but just shook his head and smiled. It was no surprise that the yak had fallen into the wind.
However, he did not return to help, although I do not know what yak and Xizun have grudges, but Xizun will never hurt the yak's life, everything is just a little bit.
While speaking, he entered another ancient city teleportation array.
Since then, he has spent all the way, according to the position given by Shakya, he never stopped.
He still sighed in his heart, but he didn't know that the distance was so far away. If Shakya had not given the exact position, God would know what year and month to find, and the desert was too big.
Three days later, he set foot on a vast land.
It is far enough away from the bustling area, even a bit desolate, thin spiritual power, barren trees, plus white snow, deserted and deserted, no people.
He entered an ancient town and looked up into the distance. It was a mountain covered by snow.
It was Nian Cishan, and there was a woman on the city of Nian mercy, no tears, in Nian mercy.
"No wonder it hasn't been found for a long time, but it's a retreat in such a remote place." Ye Chen couldn't help whispering.
"Fang brewed wine, young friends may wish to buy some warm body." Ye Chen's imagination was interrupted by the old voice on the side of the street, but an old man selling wine.
The sky is not good, the snow is flying, and the ancient town is far away from the bustling land. There are few people on the street. Even if there are, they just hurriedly walked by.
There are very few silhouettes, and the old man selling wine is one of them. He is alone on the street. Although he is a monk, he seems to be very cold and wears a thick cotton jacket.
He practiced not high, and even said that the low was a bit pitiful, only in the realm of the sun. As for his age, he was not too young.
"Senior believes or does not believe in Buddha." While smiling, Ye Chen took the source stone, taking care of the old man's business.
"I have no chance with Buddha." The old man smiled at Cixiang and passed two pots of muddy wine. "The little friend came from afar, and the servants are going to read Ciyou?"
"Just passing by." Ye Chen chuckled, took two pots of wine, and carried them through the quiet town.
The vast earth left a trail of his footprints.
Snow petals are dreamlike, just like his state of mind at the moment, which is quite unreal, he will see her.
After reading Cishan, he stopped slowly and looked up quietly.
This is a small hill, the peak is not high, not surprising, but there is a kind of tranquility far from the turbid world.
Looking up from the mountain, I can still see the temple on the top of the mountain, which is kind and peaceful.
He took a hard breath and raised his soles gently. He did not guard the sky, but walked up the stone steps step by step.
He didn't know if he should be excited or nervous, with hope in his heart, for fear that the woman was not Chu Xuan or Chu Ling.
He also did not dare to use Zhou Tian's evolution to make rash calculations.
In other words, he didn't dare to reveal that answer easily. The years were too vicissitudes, so he had to think about it.
The snow was still floating, and it hit him gently on the shoulder, turning it into mist and melting into his clothes, but not cold.
He climbed up the stone steps and saw a tiled temple in front of him. In front of the temple, a little nun was holding a broom to sweep the snow.
"Huh?" Xu was aware of someone, and the little nun could not help but look sideways. She was still a young girl, and her bright eyes flickered. "Who are you!"
"Just passing by." Ye Chen smiled, opened a jar of muddy wine, raised her mouth, but felt that the muddy wine was extraordinary, her mouth was strong, but her belly was like a ray of clear water.
Subconsciously, he bowed his head slightly and looked at the ancient town under the mountain. The old man selling wine was still there, and he started to take a nap there, waiting for someone to buy wine.
The wine is muddy, but it is extraordinary. Although the old man is stunned, it must not be simple, making him wonder.
"Return to truth?" Ye Chen murmured again.
"Then you have to read what Tzu Chi is doing." The little nun raised her face, her eyes clear.
Ye Chen returned to God and arched his hand, "I want to see the fairy without a tear in the city, and I want to pass on to Xiaodaogu."
"Er." Xiao Dao greeted her, ran in with a broom, and then a voice came back. "Master, somebody wants to see the fairy."
Soon, the little nun jumped out, and behind him was an old nun.
"Master, it's him," said the little nun.
The old nun gave a salute, glanced up and down at Ye Chen, and embarrassed Ye Chen with her spiritual reality.
"I've seen my aunt." Ye Chen knew how to be polite.
"Inside please." The old nun held out her palm.
"Thank you." Ye Chen stepped into Nian Cixi.
Nian Cixi is not very big, very quiet, except for the little nun and old nun, there is only one person.
The third person is naturally the city fairy without tears.
Ye Chen was useless to find her position very accurately. She was not impatient and walked step by step.
In the depths of Cuizhu's shadow, it was a small bamboo house, and he stopped, standing quietly, with a clear heart, a holy body raised, tight, and not relaxed.
"Yes ... are you guys?" Thousands of words, he finally started with this sentence, his voice was dry, his voice hoarse, with a touch of ancient vicissitudes.
In a word, there was a breeze, and the snow petals swayed.
But when I heard a squeak, the bamboo houses slowly opened, and a peerless woman stepped out, and as soon as the white clothes came out of dust, it was like this white snow, without the slightest filth.
She was covered in plain yarn and could not see the true meaning. Her eyes were clear and clean, but she was indifferent. Three thousand blue silks moved without wind.
Ye Chen only glanced at it, his tight body was like a discouraged ball, and he stunned, as if almost without bone support, almost collapsed to the ground on the spot.
She wasn't them, he didn't even have to look at her true face, just her eyes were enough to identify.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
He smiled a little tired, erect sacred ancient sacred body, stunned for a moment, his face paled instantaneously, his fingers were stiff, and he lost his due consciousness.
"Ancient Eucharist." The fairy without tears whispered softly, her expression still indifferent, and she could not eat the fireworks on earth.
Ye Chen hurriedly gathered her thoughts and brushed Chu Xuan (Chu Ling) 's scroll. "The fairy has seen her."
"How about you? Have you ever seen him?" The fairy without tears also flicked her hand and also had a picture hanging in the air. It depicts a man, exactly like Ye Chensheng, more accurately, Ye Chen.
Ye Chen didn't say a word, she shed her black robe, took off her ghost mask, and revealed the true vicissitudes of years.
"The person the goddess dreams of is mostly you." The fairy without tears said lightly, "In the world of red earth, there really is such a person as you, really a cause and effect."
"You haven't answered my question yet." Ye Chen didn't squint, staring silently at the tearless fairy in front of her. "This is a painting, but you are a city without tears."
"She is the goddess of the city without tears." The ice-free jade bones of the fairy without tears stood like a statue.
As soon as this word came out, Ye Chen's lost mood suddenly turned into a wave, and he hurriedly saluted, with a pleading tone, "Let the fairy pass, I want to see your goddess."
"She is who you are," said the tearless fairy.
"My wife." When Ye Chen uttered the words, there was still tears in her eyes, and she couldn't stop.
"Too embarrassing, no tears ... it's ruthless."
"Either love or love, I want to see her."
"The city without tears is gone. As a city without tears, I can't contact me," said the fairy without tears.
"When will the city without tears come again." Ye Chen's body was tense again, hoping to look at the fairy without tears. He had missed twice and didn't want to miss the third time.
"I don't know." The fairy without tears spoke softly.
"How do you not know?" Ye Chen hissed suddenly, the depressed mood of more than two hundred years erupted at this moment, the momentum suddenly appeared, swallowed up.
His expression was even a little emaciated, and his tearful eyes were covered with blood, and tears and blood were blending.