Chapter 1578: Nianci Temple

Chapter 1578 Nianci Nunnery

"The donor is willing to take refuge in my Buddha." Sakyamuni smiled, did not answer the question, and looked at Ye Chen kindly.

Ye Chen frowned, Venerable Shakyamuni caught him off guard with this method. He respected Buddha and was also afraid of Buddha.

The Buddhadharma is extensive and profound, and it saves all beings, but it also has infinite magic power.

Obviously, he has been targeted by Sakyamuni, who wants to invite him into Buddhism and become a devout follower of Buddhism.

"This is a deal?" Ye Chen looked up at the top of the mountain, and he could see Shakyamuni on the top of the mountain through the clouds and mist.

"Naturally not." Venerable Shakyamuni Buddha sounded vaguely, "Don't be in a hurry to answer, it's not too late to figure it out."

As he said that, a ray of Buddha's light fell from his fingertips and fell into Ye Chenmei's heart impartially.

It was a piece of divine consciousness, fused with a huge map, not only the location, but also her exact location.

Ye Chen was emotional, bowed his hands in a salute, turned around in a hurry, stepped into the sky, and went straight to the west.

Behind him, Sakyamuni watched quietly from a distance, the quiet Buddha's eyes flashed with profound light, both amazed and doubtful.

In the ethereal sky, Ye Chen was as fast as a god, and the peak of his movements was fully displayed, and he couldn't wait to see her.

The sky was bright, but the land of the Western Desert fell silently, and the snowflakes flew, dyeing the world white.

Snow-covered, the solemnity and peace of the Xuanyuan Western Desert add a touch of tranquility, as quiet as the Buddha Dharma.

Of course, this tranquility was soon broken, and there was another battle, facing the snowy sky, and the peak duel.

Looking at the two sides, one of them is a Buddha, and the other is a majestic figure.

It was Xi Zun and Kui Niu. The two finally fought each other and made a lot of noise, which attracted the onlookers of the monks.

"These two people can't fight each other, so why don't they do it." The four sides were surprised and puzzled.

"Do you need a reason to fight? If you don't like it, you can start a fight. The prince of the Kui Niu family has a hot temper."

"It's so popular that it can be used for hanging. Even the golden body of the Ten Thousand Buddhas of Xi Zun is difficult to break. If you want to beat him, it will be a material to be abused."

"To do Xi Zun,

At least the level of the Eucharist. "

In the discussion, the war was fiery, the Kui Niu opened and closed, attacked the hegemony, and the combat power was even more peak than the peak.

Compared to him, Xi Zun is calm and indulgent, the Buddha's eyes are bright, the Buddha's Dharma is boundless, and the combat power is extremely strong.

Behind him, there is a great Buddha, which is his Buddhist vision, protecting his body and spirit, the King Kong is not destroyed, Kui Niu attacked and killed all the way, but failed to break the defense.

This news spreads all over the Western Desert as if it had given birth to wings.

Ye Chen also heard about it, but he just shook his head and smiled, not surprised at the downfall by Kui Niu.

But he didn't go back to help. Although he didn't know what kind of grievance Kui Niu had with Xi Zun, Xi Zun would never hurt Kui Niu's life, and everything was just petty trouble.

While speaking, he entered another ancient city teleportation formation.

After that, his whole journey was spent like this, and according to the position given by Sakyamuni, he never stopped.

He still sighed in his heart, not knowing that the distance was so far away, if not for the accurate location given by Sakyamuni, God would know what year and month to find, Xi Mo is too big.

Three days later, he set foot on a vast land.

This place is far enough away from the prosperous area, even a bit desolate, with thin spiritual power, barren trees, and white snow, deserted and uninhabited.

He entered an old town, raised his head and looked into the distance, it was a mountain peak, covered by white snow.

That is Nianci Mountain, there is a Nianci Nunnery on it, and the woman in the city without tears is in that Nianci Nunnery.

"No wonder I haven't been able to find it for a long time, so I meditate in such a remote place." Ye Chen couldn't help but murmured.

"Fang Niu's wine, you can buy some to warm your body." Ye Chen was in a trance, but the old voice on the side of the street interrupted, it was an old man who sold wine.

The sky is not good, the snow is flying, and the ancient town is far away from the bustling place. There are not many people on the street. Even if there are, they just hurriedly walk by.

There were very few people, and the old man who sold wine was one of them. He was alone on the street. Although he was a monk, he seemed to be very cold, wearing a thick padded jacket.

His cultivation base is not high, and he is even a bit pitiful to say that he is only in the real Yang realm. As for his age, it is not too young.

"Senior believe in Buddhism or not." Ye Chen smiled while fetching the source stone, taking care of the old man's business.

"I have no relationship with the Buddha." The old man smiled kindly and handed over two pots of turbid wine, "The little friend has come from a long way, and the dust is full. Are you going to recite the Ci Nunnery?"

"It's just passing by." Ye Chen smiled lightly, took two jugs of wine, carried them in one hand, and walked through the quiet town.

In the vast land, he left a series of footprints.

Snow petals are like a dream, just like his mood at the moment, it is quite unreal, he is about to see her.

At the foot of Nianci Mountain, he slowly stopped and looked up quietly.

This is a small mountain, the peak is not high, there is nothing surprising, but there is a tranquility far away from the turbid world.

Looking up from the bottom of the mountain, you can vaguely see the temple on the top of the mountain, which is Nianci Temple, calm and quiet.

He took a deep breath, raised the soles of his feet gently, and walked up the stone steps step by step instead of Yutian.

He didn't know whether to be excited or nervous, but there was hope in his heart, for fear that the woman was not Chu Xuan or Chu Ling.

He also did not dare to use Zhou Tianqiu to make assumptions.

In other words, he didn't dare to reveal the answer easily, the years were too vicissitudes of life, and he always had to think about it.

The heavy snow was still floating, lightly hitting his shoulder, turning into mist, blending into his clothes, but not cold.

He climbed the stone steps and saw a tile-roofed temple in the distance. In front of the temple, a little nun was sweeping the snow with a broom.

"Huh?" Xu Shi noticed someone, and the little nun couldn't help but turn her head to see that she still looked like a girl, Ling Che's big eyes flashed, "Who are you!"

"It's just a passerby." Ye Chen smiled, opened a jar of turbid wine, raised his head and took a sip, but felt that the turbid wine was extraordinary, the mouth was strong, but the belly was like a wisp of water.

Subconsciously, he turned his head slightly and looked at the ancient town down the mountain. The old man who sold wine was still there, taking a nap with his hands, waiting for someone to buy wine.

The wine is turbid, but it is extraordinary. Although the old man is sloppy, it must not be simple, which makes him feel surprised.

"Return to nature?" Ye Chen murmured again.

"Then what are you doing here to read Ci'an?" The little nun raised her face, her eyes extremely clear.

Ye Chen came back to his senses, cupped his hands and said, "I want to see the fairy of the city without tears, and I hope the little Taoist nun will pass it on."

"Uh." The little Taoist girl greeted her and ran in with a broom in her hand, and then a voice came back, "Master, there is someone who wants to see that fairy."

Soon, the little nun jumped out, followed by another person, an old nun.

"Master, it's him." The little nun said.

The old nun saluted and glanced up and down at Ye Chen. With her spiritual cultivation, she was embarrassed to break Ye Chen.

"I have seen Taoist nun." Ye Chen knew the etiquette very well.

"Please go inside." The old nun stretched out her palm.

"Thank you." Ye Chen stepped into Nianci Nunnery.

Nianci Nunnery is not big, very quiet, except for the little nun and the old nun, there is only one person.

The third person is naturally the fairy of the city without tears.

Ye Chen's useless guidance, he found her position very accurately, and walked step by step without being impatient.

In the depths hidden by the green bamboo, there is a small bamboo house, he just stopped, stood quietly, his heart was thumping, the holy body was promoted, and it was tight, not slack.

"Is it...is it you?" He finally started with this sentence, his voice was dry and hoarse, with a touch of ancient vicissitudes.

In a word, there was a breeze, and the snow flaps swayed.

But after hearing a squeak, the bamboo houses slowly opened, and a peerless woman walked out, dressed in white, just like this white snow, without the slightest filth.

She was covered in plain veil, so she couldn't see her true face. Her eyes were clear and clean, but they were indifferent. Three thousand blue silks moved without wind, and all the strands were dyed with divine glow.

Ye Chen just glanced at it, and his tense body was like a deflated ball, staggering, as if there was no bone support, and he almost collapsed on the spot.

She is not them, he doesn't even need to look at her true face, her eyes alone are enough to recognize.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

He smiled a little tired, the tall and straight desolate holy body, stooped a little, his face was instantly pale, his fingers were stiff, and he lost the consciousness he should have.

"Desolate Holy Body." Fairy No Tears murmured softly, her expression still indifferent, and she didn't eat human fireworks.

Ye Chen hurriedly collected his thoughts, and took out the picture scroll of Chu Xuan (Chu Ling), "Fairy has seen her."

"What about you? Have you ever seen him before?" Fairy Wulei also flicked her hands, and also had a picture scroll hanging in the air, on which a man was depicted, exactly the same as Ye Chensheng's, or more precisely, Ye Chen.

Ye Chen did not speak, took off his black robe and took off the ghost mask, revealing the true face of the vicissitudes of the years.

"Most of the people the goddess dreams of are you." Fairy Wulei said lightly, "In the world of the mortal world, people like you really exist, it's really cause and effect."

"You haven't answered my question yet." Ye Chen didn't look sideways, and quietly looked at the tearless fairy in front of him, "This painting is yours from the city without tears."

"She is the goddess of the city without tears." Fairy without tears stood up like a statue.

As soon as these words came out, Ye Chen's lost mood suddenly wavered, and he hurriedly bowed his hands in salute, with a pleading tone, "I want to see your goddess."

"Who is she to you?" Fairy No Tears said indifferently.

"My wife." When Ye Chen confided these three words, there were still tears in his eyes, and he couldn't stop it.

"Too Shang Wangqing, no tears... that is ruthless."

"Emotional or ruthless, I want to see her."

"The City without Tears is gone, and I, who are the City without Tears, can't contact me," said Fairy Without Tears.

"When will the City of No Tears come again?" Ye Chen's body was tense again, looking at Fairy No Tears with hope. He had already missed it twice, and he didn't want to miss the third time.

"I don't know." Fairy Wulei said indifferently and lightly.

"How could you not know." Ye Chen suddenly roared, and the emotions that had been suppressed for more than two hundred years erupted at this moment, and the momentum suddenly appeared, and he was full of anger.

His expression was even a little hideous, and his tearful eyes were covered with bloodshots, and tears and blood were blending together.