Chapter 1508 Sumeru Ends

The divine emperor is stalwart, majestic and straight, entwined with chaotic energy, detached and mysterious, like a living unparalleled Venerable looking down on all beings.

He stood on the top of Mount Sumeru, with much less dead energy, and the immemorial emperor's coercion was released, but the two revived imperial artifacts could withstand and block, protecting the Great Yin Leiyin Temple.

The world was quiet, and a sigh came from the nine-color fairy clothes, with endless sadness, it summoned the nine-layered coffin, and buried the god emperor again with grief.

The silkworm emperor's body slowly fell, surrounded by chaos, sinking into the coffin, and the stone coffins were closed one by one, sealing them in the middle.

How many outstanding people have been buried in the years, even your great supernatural powers can't be reversed.

The emperor of the gods is peerless, stunning the past and present, but there is still no way to resist the years, and finally it will end, a splendid moment, and then the endless darkness and ending.

Boom!

The nine-layered coffin is completely closed, and it fits perfectly, like an ordinary stone.

This is the life of the Great Emperor, and in the end it will be dust to dust, dust to dust.

"Father!" Shencan Taoist shouted, tears welling up, clenching his fists and rushing forward.

The battle clothes of the God Silkworm Clan shot out a fairy light and turned into a dazzling Tianhe, which went straight to the outside of the mountain, like a bridge to the sky, making this place a thoroughfare.

It is catching up with the people of the god silkworm, the family of the ancient emperor, the goddess silkworm princess, etc. all stepped on it and climbed to Mount Sumeru.

With a bronze tripod with bright green clouds hanging on Ye Fan's head, and holding a three-foot fairy sword, he followed suit and came to the top of Mount Sumeru for the first time in his life.

Tears rolled down from Taoist Shencan, as he touched the sarcophagus, his voice was hoarse, and others could not hear what he was saying.

With a loud bang, the sarcophagus was enlarged, nine colors rushed into the sky, and the tenth color burst out. It suddenly enlarged to a thousand feet long, and it continued to grow.

A ray of sunshine shot out, and it did not penetrate the eyebrows of the gods and silkworms. It seemed that there were bursts of scriptures ringing, and there was a feeling after the broken avenue.

The Taoist God Cannon stepped back, lost his soul, and muttered to himself: "I missed it, I have to go on the road..."

brush!

Another fairy light burst out. Beyond everyone's expectations. It flew to Princess Shen Silkworm's shoulder and aimed at the little golden monkey.

The little monkey, not much taller than a slap, grinned. With a look of fear, she nervously grabbed a lock of silkworm princess' hair and backed away.

Everyone was dumbfounded. What is the origin of this little silkworm that has transformed into a fighting holy ape now? He was paid attention to by the emperor, and was bestowed with immortal light.

Even Princess Shencan was taken aback. She looked back at the little ape who blinked her big eyes on her shoulders and made an innocent look. She was thoughtful, as if she had remembered something.

The voice that shocked people's souls came out, and at the moment when no one could react, the huge sarcophagus flew up into the air, drawing out a dazzling fairy light, tearing apart the sky. straight into the depths of the universe.

It chooses to go on the road alone, drifting in the universe without stopping. This is the destination of the ancient emperor, and it will be a person who chews this loneliness in the end.

The nine-layered coffin disappeared, and the entire Mount Sumeru became quiet. Whether it was the demon-destroying pestle or the nine-color divine garment, it gradually dimmed. Slowly return to silence.

"I can see the immortal realm open in my dream..." The Taoist God Cang looked at the starry sky.

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

"Master!" A loud cry came out, and a group of people on Mount Sumeru came back to their senses.

Whether it is the lineage of the god silkworm, or the bodhisattvas of the gods, ancient Buddhas, etc., they all turn their heads and stare. It was a young monk who looked very Buddha-shaped. Charming eyebrows, big ears and shoulders, there is a ring scar on the bald head.

Without a doubt, this is Hua Hua. After many years, he has grown up and looks very simple, an honest young man with a Buddhist charm.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he immediately destroyed the simplicity of his appearance and seemed a little out of place.

"Master, you are back and want to kill your precious apprentice."

Although he has big ears and shoulders, and his Buddha appearance is simple, there is a sense of disobedience when he speaks, and his temperament and appearance are quite different.

"You... haven't you been transformed?!" Next to him, the two golden-bodied Arhats who escorted him over were shocked and a little stunned.

"Hey, master, you have destroyed my king Tu's hegemony. A few decades later, this female bodhisattva on the top of the mountain will be kidnapped by me. Let the rest of the monks cry."

A group of people were dumbfounded. This turning point was too fast. Everyone was beaten to death just now.

Ye Fan was also speechless for a while. The appearance of this kid was exactly the same as that of the ancient Buddha. If he stood silently on the side, he would have the bearing of a Buddhist monk.

But when he spoke, it was all ruined, especially after laughing, no matter how you looked at it, it was a cheap expression.

"What did you say?!" Ye Fan snapped and slapped him on the back of the head

"Little bald head, aren't you being converted?" Xiao Que'er and others also climbed Mount Sumeru along the golden light avenue, and at this point there was no one to stop Buddhism.

Seeing Ye Fan, Huahua immediately looked solemn and solemn, and said with a serious face, "Ami, that Tathagata, Huahua's big Buddha, the master is sitting in my heart, and the wine and meat are passing through the intestines, how can I be saved by them. "

As a result, it directly resulted in another slap on the back of his head.

Everyone went to great lengths to rescue him, but they didn't expect that this kid Hanmao was not hurt, and he was worried for nothing. At this time, he had a sinister smile on his face.

The Arhats, Bodhisattvas, etc. couldn't sit still, and the flowers and flowers were transformed. They witnessed it with their own eyes. How could they be safe in the blink of an eye?

Under Ye Fan's stern gaze, Hua Hua did not dare to make trouble, and revealed the truth one by one.

There was a flash of brilliance on his forehead, and a piece of Buddha's top cover fell down.

Everyone in the western land was taken aback, this is definitely a divine weapon, not left by a saint, and the breath of an emperor is restrained.

Ye Fan naturally understood what was going on. This is the skull of Sakyamuni, a skull that was left in the world when he was refining his golden body in the mortal world.

At that time, it was this Buddha bone that was passed down to Huahuamanbei's scriptures.

Emperor Zhun's parietal bone is hidden in Sendai, and it is condensed into one.

Ye Fan had even prepared the Sutra of Human Rescue. He thought it would cost a lot of money, but he never thought 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 jerk.

A group of people from Buddhism all had a sullen face, and hoped that they would hurry down the mountain. It ended like this today.

But Huahua didn't do it, and was suppressed for no reason, no matter what, there was a bad anger in her heart.

"Amitabha, it was the old monk who moved his heart. His obsession is too deep. I apologize here." Mo Ke said expressionlessly.

With a smile, Hua Hua directly held the old monk's hand and said that there must be practical action. You can't be suppressed by them for so many years in vain.

"You have successfully reincarnated and reappeared in the world. It is a miracle of my Buddhism. It has verified the Taoism of Amitabha Buddha, but now you really don't know the poor monk, and have you forgotten the scene where we were discussing Taoism on the shore of Lake Ayu five thousand years ago? ?!" Mo Ke shouted.

"Monk, you are too arrogant!" Beside him, Dongfangye and the others quit.

Only Ye Fan understood what was going on. I thought that the ancient Buddha was very low-key, not necessarily known to the world, and never thought that he was an old acquaintance with Mo Ke. The Buddhist detained Huahua this time, involving too many cause and effect.

In the eyes of Mo Ke and others, Huahua is a miracle of Buddhism. It confirms the saying of Amitabha Buddha who majored in the afterlife, which is a living example.

"What a mess, don't say it's useless, I only know that you have suppressed me for many years, and the Buddha talks about cause and effect, and you need to pay me back a hundred years. So, I want to create a great religion in Buddhism. Let heaven branch and blossom. , go and be my guardian."

A bald boy pulled an old monk, and there was endless wrangling, which made people laugh and laugh.

All the sages of Buddhism looked at their noses, noses, mouths, and mouths at their hearts, all bowed their heads and said nothing. I really don't want to be entangled by this green-skinned monk.

At this moment, a tall figure rushed out from a temple not far away. The huge bald head was shining brightly, and he 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, Dharma Protectors, ancient Buddhas, etc. frowned, but even outsiders were a little dazed. How could there be such strange monks in the Buddhist Pure Land.

Ye Fan was startled, this is not someone else, it is Cade, Li Xiaoman's American classmate, after so many years, he has a deep Buddhist supernatural power.

"As a Dharma Protector, what are you like now?!" Mo Ke scolded.

Cade ignored it, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and wanted Ye Fan to ask for help, saying, "Take me out of this hellish place. If you are a vegetarian every day, even God will go crazy."

"Didn't you face the wall, why did you come out?" a Bodhisattva asked.

Kaide complained to Ye Fan and said, "I haven't eaten meat for one hundred and fifty years. I finally cooked dog meat a while ago, and I was found after just one bite, and I was punished for five hundred years. God, God, five hundred years later, when I come out, my teeth are almost gone, and the dog meat will not be able to bite."

Everyone was stunned and a little dumbfounded.

Outside Mount Sumeru, all the saints outside the realm also stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and everyone wanted to laugh, but a group of Bodhisattvas, ancient Buddhas, Dharma protectors, etc. had their faces ashen, and each one was uglier than the other.

Ye Fan didn't know what to say, so he patted him on the shoulder, not knowing whether it was comforting or the etiquette after the reunion of the old friend.

He secretly slandered, this is also a scam.

He pondered a little, and opened his mouth to the monks in the Western Desert, asking Kaide to go down the mountain and jump out of the "hell" world in his eyes.

"As a Buddhist disciple, if the six senses are impure, they will be driven down the mountain!" The Great Peacock King Ming had a gloomy face and issued such a Buddhist decree, and he never wanted to see such a disciple for a moment.

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

Huahua is like a talker, holding the hand of the old monk Mo Ke, and talking endlessly, the saliva splashes in his mouth, as if he has never opened his mouth in ten lifetimes, and there are endless things to say.

His saliva splashed, and he dragged the old monk to chat, asking him to go out to the mountain to be a Dharma protector, to make up for the hardships he suffered from being suppressed for so many years.

At first, St. Moco could bear it, but later, his snow-white eyebrows jumped, and he could not wait to slap him to death. He really couldn't stand it, and he never stopped talking.

"Master, your beard is white."

"Master, your shoes are about to have a toe hole."

"Master, were you cut off when you were young? You have a scar on your nose the size of the mouth of a bowl."

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Listening to these rambling words, God-like logical thoughts, the old monk Mo Ke wanted to strangle him directly.