Chapter 1687 Oath to be a great success

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Ye Fan walked alone in the universe, looking up at the endless starry sky. He was heartbroken. He needed strength to fight with the supreme power. How could he break into hell if he didn't let him break into hell?

The pagoda has been broken several floors, and it has been stained with dust for five hundred years. There are still old memories in the dust. Ximo can no longer see the former Lake Ashoka or the beautiful shadow.

Ye Fan landed on the ground, walked step by step, and tried to find it. In those years, the two walked around the lake and listened to the bells of the ancient temple, which still seemed to be in front of them.

There is only rubble in front of it. The big bell has been broken for hundreds of years, and the rust is half covered in the soil. Lake Ayu Lake has dried up and become a Gobi, some of which is gravel.

The once peerless glory, the white figure like a lotus, is no longer in the world, and everything has become a thing of the past. Only the wind is still there, blowing the remnants of the scriptures, clattering, the broken barrel of the scriptures rotates, the chaotic jingle, and live up to the Zen singing of Buddhism.

I still remember that at the dusk when the sunset was full and the sunset dyed red in the sacred temple, they waved goodbye. He walked towards his own way. She said goodbye with a smile, with a bright smile, but crystal tears slipped down.

"Ah..."

Ye Fan stood on the shore of Lake Ayut in Ximo, looking up to the sky and roaring, his hair was messy, like dragons and snakes flying, blooming out the most powerful breath.

Here, the sand and rocks are flying, and the sand and dust are like waves, patting the shore and splitting the plateau, like a flood peak sweeping into the distance, shocking the whole vast land.

A sad smile, this is a helpless look back.

At the bottom of the dry lake, there are springs one after another, and the water is gushing, clear and crystal clear. Two days and two nights later, it was full of Lake Ashoka, looking down from the sky, like a teardrop.

The dust of Ahan Temple is gone, and the rubble is dull and dull. It is still scattered there, broken walls and ruins, which have not changed, and Ye Fan does not want to build it again.

"A miracle!"

"The water of Ayu Lake reappeared, and the God showed its spirit!"

On the plateau, many herdsmen run around and tell each other. Gathering together towards Ayu Lake, many people cried with joy.

The land here used to be fertile, and there was no shortage of fish and rice, but since the darkness and turmoil, the spiritual veins here have collapsed and the plateau has been desolate.

"Lake Ayuhu reappeared, and God has given us again. This is the bright pearl of our plateau, and our most precious holy lake will bring us wealth!"

Many people cheered. Many old people burst into tears with excitement, kowtowed step by step, and came here like a pilgrimage. Many people followed suit and prayed by the lake.

"Well, that man... is so similar, just like the person in the painting. He is the immortal of those years!"

Suddenly, an old man's turbid eyes showed surprise and trembling. He walked forward and saw Ye Fan.

By the lake, Ye Fan stood quietly. In my own world, I look at Lake Ayu and think about the past.

"Are you a fairy in those years?" The old man's voice trembled.

Ye Fan turned around and saw them. He sighed softly and said nothing.

"It's him...the man in the picture!"

"Our ancestors once saw him. He walked here with a female bodhisattva. He once sprinkled divine light and helped many people.

"Yes, the female Bodhisattva has practiced here and saved many people, and many people have portraits of her in their homes."

Their ancestors lived here. Their ancestors once said that there was a female bodhisattva practicing here, who had great kindness to the people of the whole plateau, treated the seriously ill, bathed the newborn baby with divine light, helped the herders open up fertile pastures, and attracted rivers to irrigate the fields.

Someone has seen this female Bodhisattva walking with Ye Fan. The two of them are like a pair of fairy couples, leaving a deep impression on the herdsmen's ancestors.

"Is the female Bodhisattva still there?" An old man pushed away the help of his grandson, knelt down and asked gratefully.

Ye Fan felt very uncomfortable, but now he is the only one left. How to respond? He raised his hand and sprinkled a piece of light rain, covering everyone, so that the old man in the end of the wind and candle was energetic, the middle-aged people were all sick, and the children were energetic and healthier.

"It's the god man in those years. It's the person who was with the female bodhisattva. Can you tell us where the female bodhisattva went? We have always worshipped her portrait, and we are grateful for generations."

Behind, a herdsman asked loudly with the courage.

Ye Fan was silent, his hands slowly stroked, the ground rumbled, and the whole plateau shook. Now his source art has reached its peak, and he can change the sky and the earth. Soon after the underground dragon vein, the aura surged.

Then, he soared into the air and pointed like a knife to plow out a river on the ground. Soon after, the water flowed along the road, so that the barren land was moistened and revitalized.

"The immortals have appeared. Thank you for your gift!"

Many herdsmen saw this scene and knelt down like a tsunami.

"It's not that God has eyes, it's not that heaven and earth have feelings, don't worship me. This is what the female Bodhisattva in your heart has done. I think if she is still alive, she will do it like this. If you want to sacrifice, if you want to worship, please respect her and remember her name - An Miaoyi!"

In the sky, Ye Fan's figure faded away.

In the era of the fragmentation of Mount Xumi, the collapse of the Great Leiyin Temple, the decline of Buddhism, and the lack of faith, all sentient beings on the Ashoka Plateau have always remembered this female Bodhisattva, which shows how deeply rooted the past was.

Since this day, the collapsed ancient temple of Ahan, the broken walls and ruins have been rebuilt, and the ancient temple has been built. Once again, it has been stained with sacred glory in the sunset. The rubble has been washed and covered by the herdsmen, which is still the original ancient material.

The temple is not dedicated to the ancient Buddhas of the heavens, but only one woman, that is, An Miaoyi. Every day, people pray, the incense is in full bloom, and the original clay statues have begun to have vitality and luster.

Ye Fan went to Lantuo Temple again. Unfortunately, he couldn't find anything. Without even a trace, he climbed Mount Xumi, and now it is no longer grand here, and it is a little deserted. Although there are many strong and preachers from the Amitabha ancient star domain, they cannot be compared with the previous atmosphere of the first holy place of Buddhism.

Bodhi is full of mountains and fields.

Ye Fan walked aimlessly, leaving a footprint on Mount Sumer, and then he went all the way east, across Zhongzhou, and went to the eastern wilderness to look for traces of the past.

Unfortunately, everything is like a dream bubble. Like a dream, like electricity, it's all buried in the past.

"Miao Yi is gone..." Ye Fan walked alone in the mountains and rivers, haunting in the wilderness, like a lone wolf. I was very lonely by the bloody sun.

He wants to become stronger, and he wants to reach the battleable supreme step. Looking back on 500 years, the past bits and pieces moved his mood. It was boiling, and the blood gradually flowed.

"The hell. I'm going to call in!"

With a long roar, the mountains are roaring, and he has a comet across the sky, which has appeared in many places this day.

When he found the ruins of the Northern Divine City and paid tribute here, it caused a sensation. Someone recognized him, and the news was like a hurricane all over the eastern wilderness.

"Ye Fan, the holy body that has disappeared for many years, is back!"

"Oh, my God, he's here. Today's peerless master, killing six or seven ancient princes, who will compete with him?

The Great East Wilderness Earthquake. Countless strong people came, especially many rising monks and young strong people who have risen in recent decades, are extremely excited.

"Senior, is it really you?"

"Senior Ye, please accept me as an apprentice!"

A group of people gathered around, some people worshipped excitedly, and some people knelt down and wanted to be his disciples.

Hundreds of years have passed, Ye Fan's former enemies have either disappeared or been beaten by his disciples. Naturally, many people admire him for his fame.

And the achievements of the war more than 300 years ago cannot be erased. He was martyred, blood splashed in the starry sky, and died for hundreds of years. His miraculous return naturally became a legend.

Ye Fan looked at these immature faces and thought a lot. He was also so full of vitality. I have the ambition to swallow the mountains and rivers, but now I find that all the pursuits are slowly changing.

It has only been five hundred years since he built the road, and he has had irreparable regrets in his life. It can be imagined that those emperors who are immortal in a hundred battles and lonely to old have faced something, and they feel desolate when they think about it.

Ye Fan picked up those teenagers who were still slightly immature, silent, passed through the crowd, and went to the distance. How could he be in the mood to accept the apprentice?

Some old friends outside the crowd saw him. Wanchu, Dayan and other holy places collapsed in the dark era, and only a few people survived. Seeing that Ye Fan now looks extremely complicated.

A man with white hair like snow and a middle-aged man with a dull expression. He was later selected as the son of Wanchu. Although he succeeded to the throne as the Holy Lord, they eventually fell and returned to the world. Looking at Ye Fan, who used to be as famous as himself, but now he has long been famous in the whole universe, he can only smile bitterly. Time, so ruthless, buried too much.

One of the women's eyes was clear and she looked at it quietly. As calm as in the past, Ye Fan felt something in his heart. Looking back, he nodded. He recognized that she was a saint. He had several fates, and his impression was not bad.

"Brother Ye, it really makes me wait and can only watch from afar. The great success of the Holy Body in those years will be invincible and will come true." On the side of the road, another black-haired Shenwu man said.

He was the later saint of Dayan Holy Land. As the years became stronger, he found that he could not keep up with the footsteps of the man in the past and was left far behind.

Ye Fan turned around, nodded, and completely disappeared from this place.

Before the wind clan was destroyed, a nine phoenix was stopped in the distance. Someone was watching inside, and he sighed helplessly. Now Ye Fan is a figure who has a headache for the ancient emperor's bloodline, and few people can compare with him.

Naturally, there are many ancient tribes in Beidou. Many people came to watch, and all of them were in a complicated mood. In the face of Ye Fan, they had to bow their heads to make way.

Ye Fan appeared and shocked the Big Dipper. Many familiar and strange people came and wanted to meet him, including some people who had never been destroyed in the Great Xia Dynasty, as well as the monks and masters of the Heavenly Demon Palace, Yaochi and other places.

He didn't stop. He went away alone and went deep into the wilderness. There were three words echoing in his ear: "The next life..."

His heart is like a knife. Others think that his practice speed is fast enough, but he feels that it is not enough. He still can't sweep the ** eight wildernesses. There is still the supreme enemy in the world!

He began to rush to the customs, and the blood in his body was boiling. He watched the sun, moon, mountains and rivers. The Taoism was natural, and he was absorbed in his heart. He read the imperial scriptures of his predecessors, and the cultural form of the scriptures. If he were an ancient emperor, he would be surrounded.

Ye Fan sat cross-in, the sun, moon, mountain and river master, accompanied by the emperor's scriptures. He wants to rush up to the sky and face all the enemies in the world!

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