Vol 4 Chapter 97: A meeting spanning 0 years

Very far away from the Holy Fire Temple, Yang Yi's heart still hurts like an awl, and the pain makes him almost unable to stand.
In the Holy Fire Temple, the supreme saint's tulle covered her face, revealing only a pair of star-like pale blue eyes. As soon as the sheep, who folded his hands on his chest and respectfully administers fire worship, raised his head and saw these eyes, the awl plunged into his heart fiercely.
It is the pain of loss, the nostalgia that does not regret, and the pain that is hard to give up.
Just seeing the eyes of the saint, Yang Yi knew that he had found the person he had sought for more than five hundred years. Lost in this world, the saint is the one who can take him home, she is his bright fire in the dark night.
Seeing the old-faced sheep raised her head, the saint's body suddenly shaken, obviously she also recognized him. Although he and she still don't know who the other party is, they know that he (she) is.
In the Holy Fire Temple, the saint above the throne and the sheep under the steps face each other. There was a sharp pain in my heart, and there was an unforgettable ignorance in each other's eyes.
She couldn't breathe as soon as he looked at the eyes that he was thinking about, and tears almost came out of his eyes.
who are you? Are you my wife? How long have you been waiting for me?
I have been searching hard for five hundred years. If I can't find you again, I'm afraid I won't be able to continue.
The saint looked at Yang Yi's idiotic eyes, her blank life experience seemed to be covered with dust in an instant, and her internal organs were heavily suppressed.
who are you? Are you the shadow in my dream? Where are you from?
Why am I so sad? You must be very tired, you must have walked a long way to get here.
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In the Holy Fire Temple, no one dared to look directly at the saint. The strange appearance of Yang Yi attracted the attention of others. Right Guangming Envoy Eukyrie reminded in a deep voice: "King Xiao Dali, don't be rude in front of the saint."
The sheep hurriedly lowered his head, enduring the pain from his heart and forced himself to regain his breathing. He didn't know how he came here after the meeting ceremony, until he was pulled out of the Holy Fire Hall by Shapur.
"King Xiao Dali, what's the matter with you? It's rude today, it shouldn't be."
"I...too nervous, saint...I am too nervous..."
After walking a long way out, the sheep stopped and turned around and looked at the Holy Fire Hall, which was half hidden in a misty cloud.
When he returned to his residence on the side of the mountain, the heartache finally became less unbearable, and the sheep began to analyze the current situation seriously.
He never dreamed that what he had been looking for for five hundred years was actually a saint who worshipped Zoroastrianism. Although I don't know who the saint is, the feeling of meeting clearly tells the sheep everything.
It has been 14 years since I entered Zoroastrianism, and it has been ten years since I entered the middle level or above. Yang Yi has already had a considerable understanding of Zoroastrianism.
Zoroastrianism was founded for more than nine hundred years, but there was no saint at the beginning. The saint did not appear in the Holy Fire Temple on the Holy Mountain until five hundred years ago. Once the sheep counts, it should be about the same time as he appeared in this world.
Is the saint also a ‘dead’? Did she live more than 500 years?
For 500 years, Zoroastrianism, the holy fire, the saint woman, and the holy mountain, are the most supreme existence of all congregations. For the majority of the congregation, the saint is the embodiment of light, where they believe in, and the eternal fire of the of light on the holy mountain.
If the saint is my way back, how can I go back? Will the saint go back together? Who is she?
Yang Yi could feel that the saint and he were part of each other's souls, but didn't know what to do next.
Yang Yi is now one of the Twelve Twelve Treasure Kings, and he is eligible to enter the Holy Mountain freely. He can even walk directly into the temple gates of the left and right light envoys to meet them, and can come and go freely in most places in Buzhou Mountain.
However, the Holy Fire Hall and the Saintess Hall thereafter were still places where he could not rush in. These two places were forbidden places for everyone, and anyone who rushed in would be killed.
Forbidden area? Humph! Yang Yi looked at the vast Lei Zhuhai far away from the mountain with his hands behind his back, uttering disdain in his nose.
In the middle of the night, the top of the holy mountain was completely dark except for the holy fire in the holy fire hall that would never be extinguished, and the sheep wore night clothes and touched it towards the holy woman hall.
There are martial artists from the House of Elders and the Deacon’s House in turn on the summit, but Yang Yi hasn’t done anything in 500 years? Moreover, in five hundred years, no foreign enemy has been able to reach the summit of the holy mountain. How vigilant are the martial artists on watch?
As soon as the sheep got through the window of the Saintess Hall, which was more than one foot high from the ground, the two elders in the distance were still chatting quietly about the gold brought back from the mountain yesterday.
The Saintess Hall is a small palace courtyard built on the top of the mountain and built on the mountain wall. It looks like three entrances. Some houses are pure grottoes cut out on the mountain wall. They must be the residences of servants or maids in the temple.
Naturally, there are all women in the Temple of the Saintess. Any man who walks here will be put to death. The saint is the embodiment of light and purity.
There must be female martial artists in the hall, and they must be masters at the elder or deacon level, and there must be more than one. Therefore, the sheep spent much more time inside than outside, kept holding the breath and lurking, and finally crawled a little bit like a snake.
When he came to the courtyard of the innermost saint, he was not like a snake, but a mud monkey with a gray head and mud face.
Only the innermost house was still lit by candlelight, and the sheep knew it would be lit before they came. If you visit late at night, the saint will definitely wait late at night.
Pushing open the door of the concealed room, as soon as the earth-covered sheep walked into the fragrant room, the veiled saint was really waiting for him.
With the saint, there is also a little girl maid, who looks about thirteen or fourteen years old. The little maid was surprised, but it was obviously not surprised that Yang Yi came, but surprised that he was so dirty.
For the first time in five hundred years, a man walked into this place, and even the first time a man walked into the Temple of the Holy Woman.
The saint and the sheep looked at each other in silence for a while, then motioned him and herself to go inside. It was the saint's bedroom, wide and silent, with the rear window raised off the cliff, overlooking the Leizhuhai.
The little maid stood by the door of the outhouse.
The saint and the sheep faced each other, feeling the familiarity and warmth brought to each other's souls, and also felt the integrity of their souls for the first time.
He and her, spanning thousands of years, met once again in the red dust.
He and her, through the boundless darkness, met in the world.
He and her, breaking through the barrier between life and death, once again stubbornly walked together.
It's just that he knew it was her, but he didn't know who she was. She also knew he was coming, but she didn't know who he was.
The saint took off her veil, UU reading www.uukanshu.com showed a beautiful girl face, Yang Yi stared at her greedily, not daring to blink. Not because of her beauty, but because she was afraid that everything in front of her would turn into a dream after blinking.
She went to touch his face, and the sheep took off the mask, revealing an old face. Just looking at his face, he is more like her great-grandfather.
She tore off the human skin mask on her face, revealing a young and tender face. She gently stroked it with her fingers, touching his lips, eyes, and nose.
"I know it's you, what's your name?"
"I don't know, I have been searching for five hundred years, and I haven't found who I am."
"Where are you from?"
"From another world."
Sheep held her hand.
"What's your name?"
"I don't have a name, I was born without a name, everyone calls me a saint."