Chapter 239 Five, Leave!
"Eighteen reliths!"
Staring at the 18 relices with soft Buddha's light, everyone's hearts were shocked and their eyes were extremely hot.
This is the relic of the Buddha and the Taoist fruit of the emperor. This is the peerless spiritual treasure that they have worked hard to chase and even fall into a fantasy and can't extricate themselves.
"There are actually 18 reliths. It seems that this senior is really ambitious and bold!"
Ye Qingyan's eyes bloomed and muttered. It is said that in ancient times, in the western Buddha world, only the supreme Buddha who cultivated the Buddha's fruit position had 18 reliquns. Other Buddhas, arhats and bodhisattvas could only cultivate 16 reliquns at most, and the fallen Buddha emperor could overcome infinite obstacles and cultivate 18 reliquns- —
Unbelievable!
Does he have the posture of becoming the supreme Buddha?
Ye Qingyan was shocked, and Xuan Yu's beautiful eyes also bloomed strangely. Others were forced to calm down, but the occasional light in his eyes leaked some emotions.
"Eighteen reli children are born, and the time for poor monks has come, Amitabha!"
The middle-aged monk let the golden relith rotate around. His hands folded, and his eyes were calm and peaceful: "18 poor monks will be thrown in all directions. Whether you can get it or not depends on your own fate!"
"Woth!"
The middle-aged monk imprinted with his hands and recited Buddhist scriptures in his mouth. The golden light flashed all over his body. Eighteen relics turned into golden streamers and shot away in all directions at the speed of lightning meteors, disappearing in an instant.
"Amitabha!" The middle-aged monk announced a Buddha's name, which was the last voice he stayed in the world. His eyes were as clear as water, and finally looked at the West with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. Then a smile overflowed from the corners of his mouth and slowly closed his eyes. At the same time, his figure slowly became illusory until it completely dissipated...
"The relith is mine. Whoever dares to rob him will be killed!"
Looking at the direction where the relizi disappeared, the ten beast men's eyes were hot, glanced at everyone coldly, looked up to the sky and roared, soared to the sky, and the soles of their feet stamped on the ground and left.
"We're going too!"
Long Xiao and others looked at each other, and their eyes were full of sparks. At the same time, they shouted loudly. They suddenly flashed and followed them in all directions.
"Brother Xiaoyao, be careful!" Before leaving, Ye Qingfeng joked, "Ye also intends to introduce several beauties to you, but he wants to save his life and don't overturn the boat in the ditch!"
"Don't worry, Xiaoyao's life has always been very hard. Brother Ye should be careful!" Ye Qingyan smiled. The two of them were cousins. Although Ye Qingfeng did not know it, his blood relationship was continuous.
Ye Qingfeng has always felt good about Ye Qingyan and doesn't want him to be hurt. It can be seen from the way he came forward to defend Ye Qingyan in front of Xuan Yuge.
"Creasure!"
"Creasure!"
The two looked at each other, arched their hands at the same time, then laughed, instantly unfolded their bodies and shot away.
"Wo!"
Xuan Yuge stared at Ye Qingyan for a moment, and then moved away without a trace. The wonderful body showed and quickly left.
Da Leiyin Temple became silent in an instant.
......
Ye Qingyan stepped on his feet and walked freely, and his body was like electricity. He walked against the wind and galloped with lightning.
"It's almost done."
After about a quarter of an hour, he suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed slightly, carefully swept around, and then suddenly turned around and shot at the Great Leiyin Temple several times faster than just now.
After a while.
"Wo!"
Ye Qingyan stood in front of the Great Leiyin Temple, stared at the woman in front of him, and said lightly, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you!"
Xuan Yuge's beautiful eyes glanced at Ye Qingyan with an indifferent expression.
"Let's go!" Ye Qingyan's eyes flashed slightly, his hands clenched in an instant, closed his eyes slightly, restrained the last trace of emotion, and walked away.
"Senior, please show up!" Ye Qingyan and the two came to the Golden Hall and bowed slightly to the throne of Lianpeng.
"Amitabha, the two benefactors are really smart and can see through the strategies of the poor monks!"
A Buddha's name sounded, and a figure slowly appeared on the throne of Lianpeng. The moon white monk's robe and his eyes were smiling. Who is the middle-aged monk who had just dissipated?
"That's not the case!"
Ye Qingyan shook his head: "Through soul sensing, I just feel that there are 18 reliths, which are a little strange, and several of them contain very little energy, almost nothing!"
"Is this the reason why you returned?" Middle-aged monks are very interested.
"Hmm!" Ye Qingyan nodded: "As far as I know, the energy contained in the relic cultivated by Buddhists should be equal, and those several relics hardly contain energy. This is only an explanation!"
Ye Qingyan's eyes flashed brightly and said with a faint smile, "Those relics are fake!"
"Why did the senior throw a fake relith? This made Ye quite confused, so he rushed back to ask what happened!" Ye Qingyan's mouth was slightly upturned, as if smiling.
"Amitabha, the poor monk did not see the wrong person. The donor is wise and intelligent. If there is no accident in this life, there should be great achievements!"
The middle-aged monk's eyes were indifferent, as if they were praising and mocking. He gently turned his head, stared at Xuan Yuge, put his hands together, and smiled, "Female donor, your status is extremely noble. Walking in the world may cause trouble for some people. Please think twice in the future!"
Xuan Yuge glanced at Ye Qingyan, his beautiful eyes darkened, and then said coldly, "I don't have to worry that when I find the person I'm looking for, I will leave!"
Ye Qingyan seemed to be unaware of Xuan Yuge's words. He just stared at the middle-aged monk sitting around, with deep eyes.
"It's predestined to meet. These ten relices are originally reserved for you. Take it!"
The soft eyes of the middle-aged monk swept over the two, smiled, and a touch of play flashed in his eyes. Then the moon white sleeve robe waved, and ten golden lights broke through in an instant, and finally suspended in front of Ye Qingyan and the two.
The golden light blooms.
"Thank you very much, senior!"
Ye Qingyan's eyes flashed and hesitated slightly. His right hand was empty, and five relics were taken away by him. Obviously, the remaining five were left for Xuan Yuge.
"Thank you!"
A wave flashed in Xuan Yuge's beautiful eyes, and then the delicate hand brushed the void, and the remaining five relics disappeared in an instant.
"You two are really wonderful people!" The middle-aged monk shook his head and smiled: "Your future must be very interesting!"
"Amitabha, send two poor monks a sentence!"
The middle-aged monk smiled: "Grip your heart and don't be influenced by external things. Remember that all karma in the world are dreamy flowers. As long as you have a heart, all obstacles are not obstacles!"
"Thank you for your advice!"
Ye Qingyan lowered his head and meditated, as if he had realized something, and bowed to thank him.
Xuan Yuge's beautiful eyes are calm and waveless, but looking at its tense and graceful posture, he clenched his bare hands, and his heart is not as calm as shown.
"Amitabha, the benefactor is wise and intelligent, and he is the most intelligent person in the world. Even if he has not heard the poor monk's words, it won't take long to understand by himself!"
"The power contained in the eighteen reliths is the foundation of the existence of the poor monks. Now the reliths have dispersed, and the task of the poor monks has been completed, Amitabha!"
The middle-aged monk finally took a look at the two, his eyes were unfathomable, smiled, and then sat on the throne of Lianpeng and slowly dissipated.
Ye Qingyan knew that this time it completely disappeared.
A generation of outstanding, the supreme pride of Buddhism, rising like a comet and falling like a meteor, leaving only endless sighs for future generations.
"Wo!"
Ye Qingyan and Xuan Yuge got up and left the hall in an instant, standing in the void, allowing the wind to dance and their hair gently.
"I'm leaving!" After a long silence, Xuan's words and songs were quiet.
Ye Qingyan nodded, and the sky was blue and clear inexplicably, but his heart could not be light and a little heavy.
"You'd better not spread what happened here, otherwise it may lead to death for you!"
Xuan Yuge stared at Ye Qingyan, his eyes were extremely cold, there was no emotional fluctuation, and his tone was indifferent: "If there is something that happened here from the outside world, you will definitely die. Do it yourself!"
"Kka!"
Xuan Yuge slowly turned her head and didn't let Ye Qingyan see her eyes fluctuate. She was slightly silent. After a long time, the light and dark light in her beautiful eyes rotated, and her slender hands brushed through the void, and a space crack emerged. She crossed the empty and stepped lightly. At the moment when one foot stepped into the crack, she slowly turned her head and stared at Ye Qing Yan looked at each other for a long time and said quietly, "I hope we will never see each other again!"
Then he suddenly turned around, stepped out of the crack, and left in an instant without nostalgia.
"Since ancient times, there has been many feelings and hatred!"
A complex look flashed in Ye Qingyan's eyes, and then smiled and said, "I already have the best. Why expect too much!"
Even though he smiled freely, it was difficult to hide the fleeting loneliness in his eyes.
The most hurtful thing in the world is not the peerless sharp purple sky in Ye Qingyan's hand, nor the remnant moon known as the world's first sword, but the knife-like missing.
How are you from afar?
Ye Qingyan raised his head and stared at the dark night sky, with sad eyes and whispering.