Chapter 1508 The End of Xumi

The god emperor is magnificent, and the mother-in-law is upright... wisps of chaos are wrapped around, super and mysterious, like a living unrivaled venerable man staring at all sentient beings.

He stood on the top of Mount Sumer, and his death was much less. The ancient emperor's pressure was released, but the two revived imperial weapons could withstand and block, protecting the Dayin Leiyin Temple.

When the world calmed down, a sigh came from the nine-color fairy clothes, with endless sadness. It summoned the nine-fold coffin and buried the emperor again sadly.

The silkworm emperor's body slowly fell down, surrounded by chaos, and sank into the coffin. The stone was closed one by one and sealed in the middle.

How many people are buried in the years, and it is difficult to reverse your great magic power. You will be brilliant for a lifetime, and you will be sentimental in the end.

The emperor is peerless, amazing in ancient and modern times, but there is still no way to resist the years. Finally, it will end, the gorgeous moment, and then the endless darkness and the end.

Boom!

The nine-fold coffin is completely closed, tightly stitched, like an ordinary stone, ancient and unbrillianced, flat and returned to the real, and it may not be noticed when thrown in the loess.

This is the life of the emperor. In the end, the dust will return to the dust, and the earth will return to the earth.

"Father!" The silkworm Taoist shouted, tears gushed out, clenched his fists, and rushed forward.

The war suit of the silkworms shoots out a fairy light and turns into a brilliant Tianhe River, which leads directly to the mountain, like a bridge to the sky, making this place a road.

It is connecting the people of the silkworm, the ancient emperor's parent-child, the silkworm princess, etc. all stepped up and climbed to Mount Xumi.

Ye Fan hung a green and gorgeous bronze tripod on his head, carried a three-foot fairy sword, and also followed him. For the first time in his life, he came to the top of Mount Xumi.

The silkworm Taoist's tears rolled down, his hand stroked the sarcophagus, his voice was hoarse, and no one could hear what he was saying.

With a bang, the sarcophagus enlarged nine colors to the sky, and the tenth color burst out. It suddenly enlarged to thousands of feet long, and it continued to grow.

A wisp of glow bursts into the eyebrows of the divine silkworm Taoist, vaguely as if there were bursts of scriptures ringing, and there was a kind of feeling after the broken road.

The divine silkworm Taoist retreated, lost his soul, and muttered to himself: "I finally missed it, and finally I have to go on the road..."

Brush!

Another fairy light burst out, beyond everyone's expectation, it flew to the shoulder of the silkworm princess and aimed at the golden little monkey.

The little monkey, which was not much taller than his palm, suddenly grinned and looked scared. He nervously grabbed a sps of Princess Silkworm's beautiful hair and flinched back.

Everyone is stunned. What is the coming of this little silkworm that has metamorphed into a war holy ape now? Unexpectedly, he was paid attention to by the emperor and gave him a fairy light.

Even the Silkworm Princess was shocked. She looked back at the little ape with big eyes on her shoulders and an innocent face, as if thinking, as if she remembered something.

The voice that shocked people's souls made a bright fairy light in the moment when everyone did not react, the huge sarcophagus soared up, tearing the sky straight into the depths of the universe.

It chooses the road of loneliness and never stops drifting in the universe. This is the destination of the ancient emperor, which will eventually be a person chewing this loneliness.

The nine-fold coffin disappeared, and the whole Xumi Mountain was quiet. Both the magic pestle and the nine-color divine clothes gradually dimmed and slowly returned to silence.

"I can see the fairyland open in my dream" The divine silkworm Taoist looked at the starry sky from afar.

People don't know whether he dreamed of the fairy road, or hope that his father will sleep like this and see the fairy road after death.

"Master!" A shout came out, and a group of people on Xumi Mountain came to their senses.

Whether it is the silkworm, the Bodhisattva of the heavens, the ancient Buddha, etc., they all turned their heads and stared at them. It was a young monk who looked very Buddha-shaped, with kind eyebrows and good eyes, big ears and shoulders, and scars on his bare head.

There is no doubt that this is huāhuā. After many years, he has already grown up and looks very simple. He is an honest young man with a lot of Buddhist charm.

However, when he opened his mouth and spoke, he immediately destroyed the simplicity of his appearance and looked a little out of place.

"Master, you're back. I want to kill your baby apprentice."

Although the big ears and shoulders are simple, the Buddha is simple, but there is a sense of discord when he speaks, and his temperament is very different from his appearance.

"Didn't you... have been moderated?!" Next to him, the two golden arhats who escorted him were shocked and a little stunned.

"Alas, master, you have destroyed my hegemony. After a few decades later, the female bodhisattvas all over the mountain will be abducted by me and let the rest of the monks cry."

A group of people are tongue-tied. This turning point is too fast. Just now, everyone was beaten to death. Why did this hairy boy completely change his taste when he came out?

Ye Fan was also speechless for a while. The boy's appearance was exactly the same as that of the ancient Buddha in those years. If he stood aside and kept silent, he was quite like a Buddhist monk.

But every word is ruined, especially after laughing, no matter how you look at it, it is a cheap expression.

"What are you talking about?!" Ye Fan slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Little bald head, haven't you been degraded?" Xiao Queer and others also climbed Mount Sumeru along the Golden Avenue, and no one stopped them at this point.

Seeing Ye Fan also looking at it, huāhu immediately looked solemn, with a serious look on his face and said, "The Buddha of Ami, the Buddha of Huāhuā, the master sits in my heart, and the wine and meat pass through the intestines. I can't be their best."

As a result, it directly caused him to get another slap on the back of the head.

Everyone tried their best to rescue him. As a result, they didn't expect that the boy was not hurt. He was worried for nothing. At this time, he had a treacherous smile on his face.

Arhats, Bodhisattvas, etc. can't sit still. Huāhu was moderated, which they witnessed with their own eyes. How could they be safe in a blink of an eye?

Under Ye Fan's stern eyes, he didn't dare to make a second time, and told the truth.

With a flash of light on his forehead, a Buddha's top cover fell down, unpretentious, with some cracks and holes on it, but it exuded a kind of Buddha's Taoist rhyme.

Everyone in Xitu was shocked. This is definitely an artifact, not left by the saint, and the breath of the emperor is restrained.

Ye Fan naturally understood what was going on. This is Sakyamuni's skull, which was a skull left in the world when he was refined by the mortal world.

In those years, it was this Buddha bone that was passed down to the full of scriptures.

The emperor's parietal bone is hidden in Sendai, which is condensed into one. It can't be found by outsiders. Of course, it can't be moderated, and you can muddle through.

Ye Fan was ready to spend a lot of money. He thought it would cost a lot of money, but he didn't think it would be such a result. He directly slapped him on the back of the head again. Looking at his cheap smile, he felt like a cheat.

A group of people in Buddhism were calm and hoped that they would go down the mountain quickly. Today's end is really nothing to say.

But huāhu didn't do it, and was suppressed by [town] for no reason. No matter what, there was a bad spirit in my heart.

"Amitabha, it is an old monk who has moved his mortal heart and is too obsessed with it. I am here to make amends." Moko said with a blank face.

With a smile,

huāhuā directly took the old monk's hand and said that there must be practical actions, and it could not be suppressed by them for so many years.

"You have succeeded in reincarnation and reappeared in the world. It is the miracle of my Buddhism, which has verified the Taoist fruit of Amitabha Buddha. Do you really don't know the poor monk now? Have you forgotten the scene where we discussed Taoism on the shore of Ayut Lake 5,000 years ago?!" Moko shouted.

"S Monk, you are too arrogant!" Next to them, Dongfangye and others quit.

Only Ye Fan understands what's going on. I thought it was a very low-key ancient Buddha, and it may not be known to the world. I didn't think that it was an old knowledge with Moke. There are too many causes and effects involved in the detention of Buddhism this time.

In the view of Moko and others, huāhuā is the miracle of Buddhism, which confirms the statement that Amitabha Buddha is majoring in the afterlife, which is a living example.

"What a mess, don't say it's useless, I only know that you [town] have suppressed me for many years. Buddha talks about cause and effect, and you need to pay me back for a hundred years. Well, I want to create a great religion in Buddhism and let the heavenly court split branches and leaves. You can be my guardian.

A bald boy pulled an old monk and talked endlessly there, which was ironic.

The sages of Buddhism looked at the nose, nose, mouth and heart, bowed their heads and said nothing. They really didn't want to be entangled by this blue-skinned monk.

At this moment, a tall figure rushed out of a temple not far away. The huge bald head was bright and shouted, "God, angel, finally let me see an acquaintance, Ye Fan, Brother Ye, do you remember me? Take me down the mountain, too."

Not only the Buddhist Bodhisattvas, the guardian king, the ancient Buddha and so on frowned, but also outsiders are a little dazed. How come there are such strange monks in the Pure Land of Buddhism?

Ye Fan was stunned. This is not someone else. It's Kaide, Li Xiaoman's American classmate. After so many years, he has a deep Buddhist magic power.

"What do you look like now as a guardian King Kong?!" Moko scolded.

Kaide ignored it, as if he had caught a life-saving straw. He wanted Ye Fan for help and said, "Take me out of this damn place. If you are a vegetarian every day, even God will go crazy."

"Aren't you punished for the wall? Why did you come out?" A Bodhisattva asked.

Kaide complained to Ye Fan and said, "I haven't eaten meat for 150 years. I finally braised dog meat a while ago. As soon as I took a bite, I was found, and I was punished for 500 years. Oh, my God, five hundred years later, when I come out, my teeth are about to fall out, and I can't bite the dog meat.

Everyone was stunned and a little dumbfounded.

Outside Mount Sumeru, all the saints outside the region also stared at each other, and everyone wanted to laugh, but a group of Bodhisattvas, ancient Buddhas, guardians, etc. were pale and more ugly than the other.

Ye Fan didn't know what to say. He patted him on the shoulder. He didn't know whether it was comforting or the etiquette after the reunion.

He slandered himself, which was also a trap.

He meditated a little and asked Kaide to go down the mountain and jump out of the "hell" world in his eyes.

"A disciple of Buddhism, six roots are unclean, go down the mountain!" The great peacock Ming King had a gloomy face and gave such a Buddha's order, and he didn't want to see such a disciple for a moment.

On Mount Sumeru, a group of Bodhisattvas, Arhats, etc. sent them down the mountain like a plague god.

huāhuā like a talker, he took the old monk Moke's hand and said endlessly, and the saliva splashed in his mouth, as if he had never opened his mouth for ten lives, and there were endless words.

His saliva splashed, pulled the old monk to chat, and asked him to go out of the mountain to protect the Dharma to compensate him for the hardships he had been suppressed by [town] for so many years.

Big Saint Moco could stand it at the beginning, but later, his snow-white eyebrows kept jumping, and he couldn't wait to slap him to death. He couldn't stand it, and his talk never stopped.

"Master, your beard is white."

"Master, your shoes are about to come out of the toe hole."

"Master, have you been cut when you were young? You have a scar as big as a bowl on your nose."

Listening to these endless words, God-like logical thoughts, the old monk Moke wanted to kill him directly.