Chapter 422 Nirvana**

This is a yellowed ancient scroll. It is impossible to tell what material it is. It looks like animal skin and ancient cloth. At first glance, it looks like an ancient relic. (Reading novels)

There are two words on the open volume: Nirvana!

Ye Fan's heart jumped, these two words have extraordinary meaning in Buddhism, and it is a process of becoming a Buddha.

"This is the Buddhist Nirvana Sutra?" He shook his heart.

"It's just an essential part of the car scriptures, and it's for healing.

In the past, I wished that a nunnery master was dying, so when I got this scroll, I not only recovered from my injuries, but also gained a transformation like a new life. "An Miaoyi replied.

There are many ancient characters on the yellowed ancient scrolls, which are densely packed, about hundreds of words, explaining the mysteries of life and death, and explaining the mystery of regeneration.

Ye Fan was calm and focused, motionless, contemplating and comprehending carefully.

Although it is called the Nirvana Sutra, it is said to be reproducible, but it is only a comparison. Who can be truly immortal in this world? Even the ancient emperors could not escape death.

The essence of the Nirvana Sutra is to change the state of life and obtain the same power as a different kind of rebirth, not a real reincarnation.

Although cultivating this sutra cannot achieve longevity, it has the incomparable power of increasing longevity and delaying decay, and the essence of this sutra is the supreme healing magic, which has incredible and miraculous effects.

At the moment of comprehension, Ye Fan's body suddenly bloomed with treasure, golden blood surging, rushing out of the flesh, wrapping around the body, making him look like a god.

"Because ignorance is extinguished, the mind does not arise; because it does not arise, the realm is extinguished; because the causes and conditions are extinguished, the mind is completely extinguished, and it is called Nirvana..."

The "Nirvana Sutra" is the supreme deity in the Western Desert, which is comparable to several ancient scriptures in the Eastern Desert. The sound of Zen singing sounded, and it melodiously spread out in the palace hall. It was extremely mysterious, and there was a mysterious energy circulating.

This is a treasure in the ancient scriptures. It can be called the supreme healing art. It has the mystery of winning the world and creation, and it is mysterious and mysterious.

Ye Fan himself was a holy body, and then he healed his wounds with the holy art of nirvana. Suddenly, various visions appeared. The chaotic green lotus was accompanied by the immortal king, the mountains and rivers appeared, and the yin and yang life and death diagrams circled around him.

The immortal golden body is dazzling, with the solemnity of the gods, and the unique divine martial momentum of the Holy Body, as if sitting cross-legged in the nine heavens, overlooking the world.

An Miaoyi's beautiful eyes were full of brilliance. She did not expect that Ye Fan was not only unparalleled in body, but also very savvy. She had such a comprehension just after getting the sacred art in the ancient scriptures. She lightly opened her red lips and explained in detail.

"Because of various causes, in the cycle of life and death, without all causes and conditions, it is called Nirvana. Nirvana and the world, there is no small difference, the world and Nirvana..."

Ye Fan was silent, his golden blood was even more abundant, and the mist swirled around him, drowning him.

He is struggling to repair the source of life, and wants to make the cracks in the avenue disappear, and from then on, he will keep the immortal holy body forever and live in the world.

"boom"

Ye Fan's body was shocked, his blood was surging, and he almost turned the whole palace into powder. If the throne of the gods hadn't been laid down by An Miaoyi, everything would have been destroyed.

This is the flesh body of the Holy Body, which is so powerful that it is inconceivable, and it has the power of thunder for a while, which is unbearable.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He failed to restore the origin of life for the first time. Even the supreme healing technique in the ancient scriptures could not heal the scars left by the avenue.

An Miaoyi's hair is like a waterfall, her skin is better than snow, and it is crystal clear and smooth. She is as ethereal as a fairy, standing beside Ye Fan, and said, "Continue to come again!"

Ye Fan stood still, like sitting in a dusty ancient heaven, dormant in Nirvana, looking forward to the emergence of a dragon.

His body became more and more pressing, and even An Miaoyi had to step back. With that golden blood around his body, he was as terrifying as an eternal divine furnace, making it impossible for people to get close.

The sublime and mysterious Chan singing emanated from his body, and it was his "dead me" and "dao me" chanting sutras, praying for this life and seeking eternal life.

"boom"

Ye Fan was shocked again, the bright red blood with a touch of gold overflowed from the corner of his mouth, even if it was the Holy Body, he was shaken.

The second time failed again. The scars left by the avenues showed no signs of healing at all, causing him to shake for a while, and the indestructible golden body was a little dim.

Ye Fan opened his eyes and sighed softly. This sacred technique was endless, but after all, it could not resist the injury of the Great Dao, which made him feel powerless.

"Don't give up. If you can't do it once, just two, three, or four times will always have some effect." An Miaoyi was very unwilling.

Ye Fan shook his head and said, "It's too difficult. This is consuming my own blood essence to achieve Nirvana. If this goes on like this, if it doesn't work, I can't afford to consume it even for the Holy Body."

If it is an ordinary person, if he performs a holy art for healing, he will have to cultivate, and he cannot perform it any more. He is a holy body, and his flesh is unparalleled. It is nothing to do once or twice, but if he continues to perform it, he will not be able to bear it.

"How could it be like this... The disciples of Sakyamuni once said that the ancient scriptures of Nirvana are the highest healing sacred arts in the Western Desert. Although this is only an essential point, it is almost the ultimate in the world, and any injury can be cured. right."

"Sakyamuni's disciple, who is he?" Ye Fan wanted to know, and wanted to know everything about the Tathagata.

"I don't even know who he is." An Miaoyi shook her head.

Miaoyu'an was originally a sect in the Western Desert. It inherited the Buddhist meditation skills. Later, it split and came from the east. It also obtained the Taoist double cultivation method and changed its name to Miaoyu'an.

A thousand years ago, a disciple of Sakyamuni returned from the sea. He traveled to the east and encountered the master of the Wonderful Desire Nunnery. He was about to die. Because of the innumerable connections in the inheritance, he left a message on the essence of Nirvana and drifted away. .

"Do you know about Sakyamuni's past?" Ye Fan asked.

"I only know that it is taboo in Buddhism, but I don't know the details." An Miaoyi shook her head.

"The injury of the avenue is incurable one by one", Ye Fan stood up.

An Miao stood tall and slender, and the moonlight poured in, setting off her emptiness and peerless beauty. Her black hair was beautiful, her eyes were smart, her ice muscles were jade bones, her curves were undulating, and her figure was moving, like the most perfect masterpiece of heaven.

"The Nirvana Sutra and the unparalleled practice of my Wonderful Desire Nunnery, the last attempt, if you still can't survive the throne of the gods, you are really sorry for me, little man." She walked over lightly, and stretched out her slender hand. , pinched Ye Fan's cheek, smiled beautifully, and said, "I have always been a disciple of others who have fulfilled the desires. Today, I may be the first person to make an exception. I will fulfill you and come back to life."

In the palace, An Miaoyi's jade-like boat is as crystal clear as transparent under the hazy moonlight, flawless, with a faint brilliance flashing around her body, her hair is messy, and her delicate face is like a flower.

This has nothing to do with the wind and moon, it is only a way to save people. Ye Fan has always held a negative attitude towards the double cultivation technique. He didn't want to but experienced it himself.

"Little man, calm down!" On the white jade bed, in the red gauze tent, An Miaoyi's body was snow-white, and she tapped Ye Fan's forehead to let him meditate.

In the face of such a peerless beauty of national beauty and beauty, normal men can't be peaceful, and Ye Fan naturally can't get into meditation as quickly as an old monk.

An Miaoyi's whole body is as white and crystal clear as ivory, as colorful as a beautiful snake, with exquisite curves and undulating, flawless eyes.

It didn't take long, the Zen singing recorded in the ancient Nirvana Sutra sounded, and the palace was holy and peaceful.

On the bright moonlit night, time passes by like water, and there is peace in the city of God.

Miaoyu'an, this palace was sealed off, lest the sound of the avenues be spread, and a hazy brilliance shrouded it.

An Miaoyi is the first descendant. She is not a weak saint, and she is also the most beautiful in the world. There is no competitor in the Miaoyu Nunnery. What she wants, no one in the younger generation dares to disobey.

Although some have speculated about something, no one dared to approach or disturb them, let alone say anything.

In the second half of the night, the palace hall was harmonious and quiet, Ye Fan did not speak, and the Nirvana Sutra and the double cultivation magic could not heal the scars left by the Dao, nor changed anything.

He wrapped An Miaoyi's hair around his fingertips, thinking quietly, is there still a way out, where will he go, is the mature elixir of immortality useless?

The most precious sacred objects in the world of ancient divine medicines, if the throne of the gods is invalid even if they are invalid, then a person's life will really come to an end.

However, it was difficult for Ye Fan to accept it. Isn't even the King of God a little unsure, not sure that the immortality medicine is absolutely ineffective, and he decided to give it a try at all costs.

Originally, he had prepared the stone skin to take risks for the king of gods and Xiao Tingting, but now his own life is at risk.

"This may be the last time we meet." An Miaoyi sat up slowly, her hair falling like water, and stared at Ye Fan.

"It's definitely not the last time we meet." Ye Fan said seriously, showing a bright smile; "Please believe, I will not die, I will live another 10,000 years, so that those holy places are speechless."

"Ten thousand years, red and pink turned into skeletons... It's been a long time." An Miaoyi got up, walked to the jade bed, stood in front of the window, and looked at the bright moon.

"The other half of the Heaven Swallowing Magic Jar is about to be born." An Miaoyi suddenly spoke up after an unknown amount of time.

"Do you need the Divine Body, the Holy Body, and the Celestial Demon Body to be the same?" Ye Fan asked.

"Don't go, don't ask why" An Miaoyi said calmly without looking back.

"Well, I won't go." Ye Fan replied.

After a long time, she came back, looked at Ye Fan, and said, "Let's go, little man."

"I will live." Ye Fan sat up.

"It's time to leave." An Miaoyi helped him put on his shirt, moving very gently and slowly.

"Well, in order to prove that I am still alive in this world, every once in a while, you will hear news about me, this land will not be silent," Ye Fan said as he left.

The city of God is prosperous, but Ye Fan will eventually leave. He did not leave immediately because he was waiting for the Black Emperor.

In the next few days, he walked in the city of God, making the younger generation tremble, no one dared to speak more, and the power of the Eucharist was undiminished, making people awe-inspiring.

He easily obliterated Wu Ziming and Li Chongtian, shocking everyone, for fear that he would follow in the footsteps and be ruthlessly killed by him.

Everyone knows that the days of the Holy Communion are short, there are no scruples at all, and no one dares to touch the bad.

Even if all the saints avoided them, they were terrified, afraid that Ye Fan would challenge them at this time.

Even King Golden-winged Xiaopeng is very peaceful and rarely appears. It is said that he is going to return to the central part of the Eastern Wasteland and will go with the old King Peng.

Fenghuang also kept a low profile, and seemed to be quiet all of a sudden, rarely appearing.

In the last days of this limited life, Ye Fan was so powerful that no one dared Ying Feng, all the saints and saints would not avoid it, and the younger generation was even more afraid, and they were all silent, not daring to utter a single word. Disrespectful words.

Every time he appeared, the area would be quieted down. Compared with a few days ago, it was completely different, and everyone felt uneasy.

The black emperor came back, listless, full of depression, and constantly cursing, saying: "Damn, Zishan can't get in! Damn, what happened?!"

Goodbye, God City!

Ye Fan said goodbye to the peerless God King, just as the Holy Master of the Wind Clan and the White God King were talking about the marriage.