Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

The sacred land of the Eastern Region.

In the endless desolate desert, an abandoned temple is buried in the sand dunes. Only a few roofs are exposed outside the dunes, giving people a vague idea of ​​the former glory of this place.

At this time, under the reflection of the setting sun, a figure came from the desert in the distance, casting a long shadow on the ground.

That figure was a handsome young monk, with a face as compassionate as that of a virtuous and eminent monk, which made people admire him.

However, the monk's robes were a bit shabby, and he seemed to be an ascetic monk in Buddhism.

This monk is naturally Tao Yuan.

Since the Battle of the Eastern Region and the South China Sea, Daoyuan has continued to travel around the world.

Along the way, he visited every temple and worshiped the Buddha when he saw it. Today he finally arrived at this abandoned temple in the desert.

Daoyuan looked solemn and walked towards the temple step by step with the setting sun on his back.

Powerful power suddenly surged under his feet. Every step made the desert shake. The sand dunes that submerged the temple in front of him collapsed layer by layer.

Countless golden sand flows outwards, gradually making the buried temple emerge.

When Daoyuan walked to the temple, the entire temple was completely displayed before his eyes.

His expression was still solemn, he clasped his hands together, recited mysterious scriptures, and stepped into the broken door of the temple.

This temple occupies a large area and contains at least hundreds of large and small Buddhist halls.

Daoyuan knelt down and worshiped in Buddhist temples one after another, and offered incense to each Buddha statue, without missing a single detail.

After a long time, Daoyuan finished worshiping the last Buddha statue and walked out of the temple still chanting Buddhist sutras.

The moment I stepped out of the temple gate, the chanting stopped abruptly.

Daoyuan slowly raised his head: "Amitabha, fellow Taoist, if you don't take action, will the poor monk have to leave?"

The world suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The next moment, the desert suddenly shook violently.

Boom!

A huge roar resounded throughout the world, and countless sands seemed to have lost weight, flying into the sky one after another.

The sand that blocked the sky and the sun plunged the whole world into darkness.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

Suddenly there was an angry shout, and the Buddha's light bloomed in the dim sky. A huge foot broke through the sand in the sky and stepped hard towards Daoyuan.

The sole of this foot is so big that it actually covers the entire hill.

If this foot falls, the entire dune, including the temple, will be flattened.

"Amitabha!"

Daoyuan frowned slightly and announced the Buddha's name.

He saw a powerful Buddha light blooming, forming a three-foot-long golden bell around him.

Then the golden bell grew rapidly, becoming as big as a mountain in the blink of an eye, protecting him and the entire temple.

Boom!

The huge sole stepped on the golden bell, and the terrifying force vibrated, causing the entire sand dune to collapse.

However, the path and temple did not fall with the collapse of the sand dunes. Instead, they were suspended smoothly in mid-air.

"What a blessing. I am worthy of being the future Supreme Buddha. He has achieved such cultivation at such a young age. Not bad!"

A voice suddenly came from the dust in the sky, and his tone was full of appreciation.

At a young age?

Also, among immortal cultivators at the level of the Tribulation Realm, Daoyuan's age can indeed only be regarded as a "child".

Daoyuan controlled the golden bell, holding the temple and falling back onto the sand.

He raised his head and stared at the sky with a pair of Buddha eyes, as if he could see a figure hanging high in the clouds through the dust in the sky.

"Fellow Taoist has been following the poor monk for more than three months, but he has never made a move. Even if he did attack just now, there was no murderous intention. It seems that he was not here to kill the poor monk."

"So the poor monk is very curious about what fellow Taoist is going to do. Isn't he just following the poor monk?"

There was a trace of curiosity on Daoyuan's compassionate face.

His curiosity is pure curiosity, unadulterated like a child.

"Sure enough, he has profound Buddha nature."

The voice chuckled and said: "I want to know why the poor monk is following you? It's very simple. As long as you can force the poor monk out, the poor monk will tell you everything."

"Is that so?"

Daoyuan smiled calmly: "Then...you can come out now!"

"What?"

The owner of that voice was surprised, as if he didn't understand what Tao Yuan meant?

At this moment, strong winds roared in the sky, and all the dust in the sky was blown away, revealing the already dark night sky as the sun set in the west.

There were stars in the night sky, and two figures stood one behind the other on the clouds.

They were two monks. The one standing in front was a middle-aged monk, wearing a gorgeous cassock. It was obvious at a glance that it was not extraordinary.

But at this moment, the middle-aged monk looked horrified, as if he had discovered something incredible.

In fact, it is indeed incredible.

Because the monk standing behind him actually looked exactly like Dao Yuan.

And when he looked down, he found another Taoyuan standing in front of the temple door shrouded by the golden bell.

There are actually two connections here?

A clone?

But when did he come behind me and I didn't notice it at all?

Is it possible that the strength of the poor monk, who is both in the realm of transcending tribulation, is far inferior to that of this young monk?

The middle-aged monk took a deep breath and slowly turned around: "Young monk is so clever. When did you put the clone behind the poor monk?"

"It's been a while!"

Daoyuan thought for a moment: "It should be when I walked into the temple. I don't like being disturbed when I'm worshipping Buddha, so I can only keep an eye on you first to prevent you from suddenly interrupting me."

"It's really amazing. I didn't even notice your incarnation at all."

The middle-aged monk exclaimed.

He knew very well that since Daoyuan could put the incarnation behind him silently, if he wanted to kill him just now, he probably wouldn't even have time to react.

"You're flattering."

Daoyuan asked calmly: "So now, can you tell me why you've been following me?"

"Of course you can..."

The middle-aged monk paused: "Forget it, I'd better go down and talk to your original body. It's really awkward to talk to the clone when the original body is here."

As he said, he was about to turn around and fall to the ground.

But Daoyuan on the opposite side said: "Who said I'm a clone?"

"What?"

The middle-aged monk was stunned.

Daoyuan smiled slightly, and the other Daoyuan in front of the temple below suddenly faded and disappeared.

So that was the clone?

When did he transfer the original body here?

The middle-aged monk was very surprised, and once again doubted that he had cultivated to a dog level in this realm of crossing the calamity.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Okay, okay, I thought I had overestimated you, but I didn't expect that I still underestimated you."

"Some of them said that you can lay the foundation for the supreme Buddha and Taoism because you have a good master."

"But from what happened today, the master is important, but you can also establish yourself. Some people must feel very embarrassed!"

The middle-aged monk smiled and his expression became serious: "In this way, you are indeed qualified to take the things that this poor monk brought to you this time."