Chapter 4730: Ninety-eight years

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The Qingyin Valley has its special significance for Zitang.
Almost no one knows that before the thirty-three days of the Dark Death Star, the Buddha was nothing but an inconspicuous little sect.
At that time, Zitang Su was just a child.
He followed the ancestral Buddha, the wind and the night, and there was no place to live.
One day, he went to a deserted valley.
There, nothing, only a mountain wall.
He fell asleep under the mountain wall.
Just under this piece of mountain, his dream suddenly realized that Buddha, Buddha roots soared, and had a rare nine-inch Buddha root.
Also doing it, he became a Buddha.
After the nine-inch Buddha root, it was only later that it was difficult to crack the black death star.
It is also to commemorate this piece of mountain wall. In the creation of the world, Zitang Su pointed out this mountain wall as its own residence.
In those years when he was still a buddha, he had been practicing Buddha on the cliffs of the Qingyin Valley.
The mountain wall in the eyes of this believer, in the heart of Zitang, has another name, the Buddha.
Every time, when he is upset, he will stand in front of this Buddha wall to enlighten.
Only Zitangsu knows that this Buddha's wall is of extraordinary significance.
Different people, especially the different people of Fogan, stand in front of this Buddha's wall and see very different things.
The Buddha's six-inch or less, the mountain wall in front of him, is just an ordinary lecture on the mountain wall.
If you have more than six inches in Fogan, your mood will be different. You will see different things through this Buddha wall.
Someone saw the scriptures, some people saw the Famen, some saw the Buddha's phase, and others saw life and death.
And what he wants to see today is the future.
Unfortunately, he watched it for a night and still had nothing.
Can it be said that she really has no chance of being born again?
The roar of the tower of silence has gradually weakened.
The seven-storey pagoda has melted three or four layers.
"master……"
The small tower's pleading for the sound, Zitang Su is completely indifferent.
The sky is about to light up.
Zitang Su looked at the Buddha Wall again, still a piece of smooth.
The purple scorpion is dark and dark, and the purple hall is about to turn.
At this time, a soft light descends from the sky.
That is the rising sun of Dongsheng.
The place where the Qingyin Valley is located is the first place where the Buddha’s first dynasty was sprinkled.
That morning, without hesitation, fell on the Buddha's wall.
The Buddha Wall has quietly changed.
Purple Hall Su Meiyu, flashed a touch of twilight.
this is……
He stared at the infinite Buddha wall.
On the mountain wall, several large characters appeared gradually.
The big characters gradually became clear, and finally, they became a sentence.
"The sun and the moon are vying for the same, and Xinyue coexists."
The sun and the moon contend for the glory, Xinyue coexist... The month is Lingyue, what about Xin?
"It is the little girl named Xin Lin. The master is the little girl named Xin Lin."
The Tower of Perseverance, which has a strong desire for survival, screamed after the words on the wall of the Buddha were reached.
The purple fire disappeared at once.
It was discovered that the tower of the seven-story tower was still good, and there were traces of melting.
Hey, the master is teasing the little tower?
The tower of the towering tower has a lingering expression.
The mother of the little master used a hand to "mirror flower water month, the master also used a hand mirror for himself, almost scared the tower."
The small tower secretly looked at the master of the house, but saw that the master had been staring at the eight characters on the Buddha's wall.
It is only eight words. It can be seen in Zitang Su, but it is hard to understand any Buddhist scriptures that Zitang has seen.
The sun and the moon vie for the glory.
In front of the Buddha's wall, he only wants to see the future and see her destiny.
Why do these eight words appear?
"Xinyue coexist..."
The sun and the moon contend, Hui Lin and Ling Yue coexist.
Does this mean that the two will exist together?
Now that Xin Lin is still there, Ling Yue is no longer there.
Still, as long as Xin Lin does not die, Ling Yue will not die.
In this way, Zitang’s eyes are deep and he has caught something.
"Thank you."
A big stone in my heart crashed into the ground.
Zitang Su was facing the piece of the mountain wall and thanked him.
At this time, the rising sun of Dongsheng has already skipped the horizon, and the entire Qingyin Valley has been illuminated.
The figure of Zitang Su has also disappeared.
"Master, master?"
The tower of silence has panic.
It was hard to return to the side of the master. How did the master blink and blink?
"Go to her."
There is only a short sentence left for the tower of silence.
At the foot of the small tower, I almost didn't cry.
Master, can you speak more clearly?
Who are you going to look for?
Looking for a small master?
The little master is dead and the body can't be found.
Still looking for Xiao Xinlin?
Hey, that's hard to find, the little devil, a yin test, very close.
The command of the master can be down, and the little tower dares to be slow. Although it is extremely reluctant, the small tower can only slam and disappear into the sun.
The sun and the moon vie for the glory.
I do not know when to start, Ye Lingyue's life and death, has long been no longer a single person.
Time flies, and after a while, more than ninety years have passed.
In these ninety years, Xin Lin has been searching for the refining method of life and death in all parts of the ninety-nine places.
Lingyue has a chance to resurrect only if the life and death symbols and the blood mothers are present at the same time.
In the past 90 years, every other year, Xin Lin will return to the temple of Yangquan.
In addition to looking at the body of Lingyue, which has been displayed there, she takes blood every year.
Because of the frequent blood collection, more than 90 years have passed, and the appearance of Xin Lin has remained the same. The only change is her eyes.
For more than 90 years, she has traveled in the Three Realms to find clues about life and death.
It is only because the birth and death symbols first appeared in the Three Realms.
Nothing, there has been no clue.
She is still the small, thin, yellow-haired girl.
For these, she never complained.
In the ninety-eighth year, it was only two years away from a hundred years.
Xin Lin once again went to the Yangquan Temple.
"Little girl, you still don't give up?"
The owner of Yangquan Temple was lazy and looked at Xiaoxinlin.
It’s a freak. It’s been ninety-eight years old. Even if it’s a meteorite, I’m afraid it’s already in the wind and the sun.
The female doll in front of me is still the same as in the past.
Every year, she will come to the Temple of Yangquan.
Just to take a look at Ye Lingyue's body.
When she came, she didn't say anything. She just sat next to Ye Lingyue's flesh and sat silent for an hour. It seemed to be talking silently with Ye Lingyue.
Everything in the Temple of Yangquan has not changed, including the body of Ye Lingyue.
However, outside the Yangquan Temple, outside of Hongmengtian, everything is gone.
Those broken, left in the territory of the nine-nine continent, has long been riddled with holes.
The new Tianyu has been produced for 98 years, and Ye Lingyue has also "dead" for 98 years.