The First Thousand Four Hundred and Eighty-Two Chapters

Chapter 1482 Bodhi Knot Soul

Hearing this, Ye Chen was stunned again, and hurriedly looked away from that side, and muttered in her heart, she knew that Beisheng was a woman? Can she recognize me? Does she know that I robbed Beisheng?

This surprises him. No one here knows that Bei Sheng is a woman, and no one knows that he robbed Bei Sheng, and no one recognizes him, but she seems to know everything.

After two or three seconds, he turned his head to look at Ji Ningshuang again. She had already sat down and spread the wordless book on her knees. She was diligently burying her head in reading, and she was a nerd.

He was very sure that even after three years, she still had not released the memory ban, because the real Ji Ningshuang would never wink at him or smile at him.

"The past is too hard, it's good to be your Yaochi." Ye Chen closed his eyes again, turned around slowly, and disappeared on the top of the mountain in one step, ignoring the battle between Nandi and Beisheng.

Xiao Jiuxian looked excited, but when he looked back, Ye Chen was gone: What about people?

Ye Chen went to the depths again, and there were still many people in the depths. Not everyone was watching the battle between Nandi and Beisheng, such as some old guys who had gone deeper into the ruins to seek opportunities.

In the middle of the night, the battle between the Southern Emperor and the Northern Saint was over.

The ruins were a lot calmer. After watching a battle, the monks dispersed without a word and continued to wander around the ruins. Many people found opportunities, and many people lost their lives.

With the full moon in the sky, Ye Chen stepped across a sea and found a temple in the depths of the sea.

The temple is dilapidated, very old, covered with years of dust, weeds can be seen everywhere, and the Buddha statues standing in it, with many spider webs, are still hung with compassion and compassion.

Ye Chen walked all the way, came to the back courtyard of the temple, and saw a person, who was chanting and meditating under an ancient tree, and took a closer look, isn't it the Xi Zun of Xuanhuang?

Xi Zun is a Buddha. He is really like an old monk sitting cross-legged. His body is full of Buddha's light, and there is a halo of Buddha's light behind his head. Even the rosary in his hand is shining, and each one is full of Zen.

He is the venerable man of the Xuanhuang West Desert. He is as famous as the Southern Emperor and the Northern Sage. He bears the inheritance of the Buddha, which makes it difficult for people to see through. He only knows that the Buddhist scriptures recited in his mouth have incorporated too much supreme Buddha Dharma.

Suddenly, Ye Chen's eyes moved from Xi Zun to the ancient tree behind Xi Zun.

That tree is extraordinary, simple and natural,

The leaves are lush and green, and the leaves do not cause dust. One or two pieces fall from time to time with the wind. During the fall, they turn into wisps of Buddha light until they are invisible.

"Bodhi tree." Ye Chen murmured softly, as if he recognized the ancient tree. According to legend, the Zen Buddhist ancestors became emperors under the Bodhi tree, and the great sun came, leaving an immortal inheritance.

"The donor also recognizes this tree." Xi Zun opened his eyes, and his eyes were like mirrors, reflecting the filth.

"I heard it." Ye Chen smiled slightly, glanced at his side, sat down on the platform of a dry well, and immediately took out the jug, "If Xi Zun is like rumors, it's not simple."

"The same is true of the ancient sacred body." Xi Zun chuckled lightly, picked up a fallen leaf, turned it into a Buddha's light, and merged into the Bodhi tree. The entire Bodhi tree was dyed with the Tao of Buddha.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, but his eyes narrowed slightly. He was surprised that Xi Zun was able to break his identity, and looking at his indifferent demeanor, he seemed to have known that he was a desolate holy body.

Xi Zun still smiled lightly, his eyes like mirrors, stared at Ye Chen quietly, their eyes crossed.

The dilapidated temple fell into peace, the breeze was blowing, and pieces of Bodhi leaves slapped on the shoulders of Ye Chen and Xi Zun.

I don't know when, I saw the two of them trembling together, and Ye Chen's mouth overflowed with blood, and Xi Zun did the same, blood bleeds from the corner of his mouth, but it turned into a Buddha's light in an instant.

Yes, the two were fighting with their minds before, and the outcome was irrelevant. Xi Zun couldn't help Ye Chen, and Ye Chen still couldn't defeat Xi Zun, and the Tao was on par with Buddhism.

Xi Zun got up, held the rosary in his hand, and walked away slowly. After he left, the Bodhi tree dissipated, "There is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stage.

"It's really Yaxing." Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and had a new definition of the power of Xi Zun. He was not weak at all, and could stand side by side with the Eastern God.

After saying that, he took the last sip of wine, turned over and jumped into the dry well. In this dilapidated temple, not only the Bodhi tree, the Buddhist Zen object, but also other secret treasures were in the dry well.

Before the battle of minds, the two were unspoken, Ye Chen did not grab the Bodhi tree behind Xi Zun's seat, and Xi Zun did the same. He knew that there were treasures in the dry well, and it was only because he realized Zen under the Bodhi tree that he had no time to care about it. Since there is no distinction between the top and bottom of the fight, the two will each get one thing.

Ye Chen had fallen into the dry well, and there was no water in it. It was a cave, only thirty feet in diameter, with only a stone table, a stone chair, and an ancient stone lamp on the table.

I don't know which age the cave was from, the vicissitudes of life are ancient, the dust of the years has covered its original face, and everything is covered in dust, only the stone lamp is still burning a faint candle at this moment.

Ye Chen stepped forward, sat on the stone chair, and quietly looked at the stone lantern, or more precisely at its wick, which was a remnant of the soul, which had long since dissipated, leaving only the soul power.

Xu Shi was too old, and the only trace of soul power left was burned out in an instant.

But Ye Chen clearly heard a sad sigh at the moment when the candle was gone, and saw an ancient picture: it was a young man who put a ray of soul into the stone lantern and ignited an ever-bright fire, and he then Sitting there guarding, until the years make him white.

Ye Chen was in a trance for a while, and subconsciously took the stone lantern, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

From the outside, the stone lantern is not surprising, but after opening the fairy eyes to look at it again, the qi and blood are extremely mysterious. The stone that cast the stone lantern contains a mysterious power, which he has never seen before.

"Is this the legendary knotted lamp?" Ye Chen seemed to recognize what the lamp was.

According to the legend about the soul-stirring lamp, he listened to the Taoist body of the sword god. The soul-stirring lamp is an ancient artifact that helps people revive their souls. When a ray of soul is injected, the fire of the soul can be ignited, and a new spirit can be bred.

"It's really a treasure." Ye Chen chuckled and sealed the soul lantern in his body. Compared with the linden tree, this soul lantern is even more valuable. The legendary thing must be created by heaven.

Having obtained the treasure, he turned around and left the cave, not forgetting to use the secret method to seal the cave.

He knew that in this cave mansion, there must be a sad story. Some people wanted to use the lantern to revive people's souls, but they couldn't wait for the years, and they died without waiting for the person to return.

Glancing at the cave for the last time, he dodged out of the dry well and stepped out of the dilapidated temple in one step.

This temple is really a place of chance. There is a linden tree, and there is actually a lantern. Fortunately, this opportunity allowed him to find it. Similarly, Xi Zun was also lucky.

The ancient temple was calm, but it was lively outside the ancient temple. Someone was fighting for a small exquisite tower. The battle fluctuated a lot, and the sky collapsed.

Besides, the two sides in the battle were not ordinary people. They had shoulder-to-shoulder fighting strength and strong bloodlines. The most important thing was that Ye Chen also knew them, the god son of the witch clan and the god child of the demon clan.

"Boy, I've been looking for you for a long time." Ye Chen cursed secretly, and killed him with a mace.

The battle between the witch god son and the demon god son was in full swing, and the battle was evenly divided. Ye Chen suddenly came over, and the demon god son was caught off guard and flew out with a stick.

The god child of the demon race was in a miserable form. When flying backwards, the god's body did not break open, and the demon blood spurted out. Every strand was very dazzling.

"I'll go." The Wu clan god child was surprised, and stopped immediately, looking at Ye Chen like a monster, the god child of the demon clan who could hit with a single blow shattered, how strong this fellow should be!