Golden Greenery

Far away from the Holy Fire Palace, Yang Yi's heart still hurt as sharply as if an awl were pricking him. The pain was so painful that he could hardly stand.

In the Holy Fire Hall, the supreme saint's face was covered with gauze, revealing only a pair of starry light blue eyes. The sheep, who was reverently performing Zoroastrian rituals with his hands folded on his chest, raised his head and saw these eyes, and the awl pierced his heart.

It is the pain of loss, the unrepentant attachment, and the unforgettable pain that is difficult to let go.

Just by seeing the saint's eyes, Yang Yi knew that the person he had been looking for for more than five hundred years had finally been found. Lost in this world, the saint is the one who can take him home. She is his flame of light in the dark night.

When the old-faced sheep raised his head, the saint's body suddenly shook, and she obviously recognized him. Although he and she don't know who the other person is yet, they know that he or she is.

In the Holy Fire Hall, the saint on the throne and the sheep under the steps looked at each other. There was a sharp pain in their hearts, and there was an infatuation in each other's eyes that could never be forgotten.

Yang Yi couldn't breathe anymore when he looked at the eyes that were thinking about him day and night. Tears almost burst out of his eyes.

Who are you? are you my wife? How long have you been waiting for me?

I have worked so hard to find you in the past five hundred years. If I can't find you again, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on.

The saint looked into Yang Yi's dreamy eyes. Her blank life experience seemed to be covered with dust in an instant, weighing heavily on her internal organs.

Who are you? Are you the shadow in my dream? Where are you from

Why am I so sad? You must be very tired, you must have walked a long, long way to get here.

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In the Holy Fire Hall, no one dared to look directly at the Saint. The strange behavior shown by Yang Yi attracted the attention of others. The right light envoy Oujili reminded in a deep voice: "King Xiao Dali, please don't be rude in front of the Saint."

Yang Yi hurriedly lowered his head, enduring the pain from his heart and forcing himself to resume breathing. After the audience ceremony, he had no idea how he got here until Shapur pulled him out of the Holy Fire Hall.

"King Xiao Dali, what's wrong with you? You're very rude today and you shouldn't be."

"I'm... too nervous, Saint... I'm too nervous..."

After walking far away, Yangyi stopped and turned around, then looked towards the Holy Fire Palace, which was half hidden in a layer of misty clouds.

Back to my place on the side of the mountain,

The pain in his heart finally became less unbearable, and Sheep began to analyze the current situation seriously.

He never dreamed that what he had been looking for for five hundred years was the saint of Zoroastrianism. Although he didn't know who the saint was, the feeling of meeting her clearly told Yang everything.

It has been fourteen years since he entered Zoroastrianism, and it has been ten years since he entered the middle level or above. Yang Yi already has a considerable understanding of Zoroastrianism.

Zoroastrianism was founded more than 900 years ago, but there was no saint at the beginning. It was not until 500 years ago that the saint appeared in the Holy Fire Temple on the Holy Mountain. Sheep calculated that it should be around the same time that he appeared in this world.

Is the saint also a ‘dead person’? Did she also live for more than five hundred years?

For five hundred years, Zoroastrianism's holy fire, saint, and holy mountain have become one, and they are the supreme existence of all believers. For the majority of believers, the Saint is the embodiment of light, the place of their faith, and the eternal fire of the God of Light on the Holy Mountain.

If the Saint is my way back, then how should I go back? Do you want the saint to go back together? Who is she?

Yang Yi could feel that the saint and him were part of each other's souls, but he didn't know what to do next.

Yang Yi is now one of the Twelve Treasure Light Kings and has the qualifications to enter the Holy Mountain freely. He can even walk directly into the palace gates of the left and right light envoys to see them. He can come and go freely in most places in Buzhou Mountain.

However, the Holy Fire Palace and the Holy Maiden Palace behind it are still places he cannot break into. These two places are forbidden areas for everyone, and anyone who breaks in will be killed.

Forbidden land? snort! Yang Yi looked at the vast Lei Zhuhai in the distance outside the mountain with his hands behind his back, and made a sound of disdain in his nose.

Late at night, the top of the Holy Mountain was completely dark except for the everlasting holy fire in the Holy Fire Temple. As soon as Yang put on his night clothes, he headed towards the Holy Maiden Temple.

There are martial artists from the Presbytery and the Deacon House taking turns to be on guard at various places on the peak, but what hasn’t Yang Yi done in the past five hundred years? Moreover, no foreign enemy has ever reached the top of the Holy Mountain in five hundred years. How vigilant are the martial artists on duty at night?

When Yangyi got in through the window of the Holy Lady Temple, which was more than ten feet above the ground, the two elders in the distance were still whispering about the gold that was brought back from the mountain yesterday.

The Holy Maiden Hall is a small palace courtyard built on the top of the mountain wall. It has three entrances, and some of the houses are simply grottoes dug out of the mountain wall. They must be the residences of the servants or maids in the palace.

The Holy Lady's Hall is naturally filled with women, and any man who enters here will be executed. The saint is the embodiment of light and purity.

There must be female martial artists in the palace, and they must be masters at the level of elders or deacons, and there must be more than one. So Yang Yi spent much more time inside than outside, constantly holding his breath and lurking, and finally just crawled and slithered bit by bit, like a snake.

When he came to the little courtyard of the innermost saint, he didn't look like a snake, he was just a gray-headed mud monkey.

Only the innermost house was still lit by candlelight, and Sheep knew it would be lit before he came. If he comes to visit late at night, the saint will definitely wait for him late at night.

Pushing open the ajar door, the sheep covered in dirt walked into the fragrant house. As expected, the veiled saint was waiting for him.

With the saint, there was a little girl, a maid, who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. The little maid was surprised, but obviously she was not surprised by Yang Yi's arrival, but she was surprised that he was so dirty.

It was the first time in five hundred years that a man had walked into this place, and it was even the first time that a man had walked into the Hall of the Saint.

The saint looked at each other in silence for a while, and then she motioned for him and herself to go inside. It was the saint's bedroom, which was spacious and quiet. The back window was outside the cliff, overlooking the Lei Zhuhai.

The little maid was guarding the door of the outhouse.

The Saint and Yangyi looked at each other, feeling the familiarity and warmth in each other's souls, and for the first time they felt the integrity of their own souls.

He and she, spanning thousands of years, met again in the rolling world of mortals.

He and she passed through the boundless darkness and met in the human world.

He and she broke through the barrier between life and death and stubbornly walked together again.

However, he knew it was her, but he didn't know who she was. She also knew he was coming, but she didn't know who he was.

The saint took off her veil, revealing her beautiful face. Yang Yi stared at her greedily, not daring to blink. Not because of her beauty, but because she was afraid that if she blinked, everything in front of her would turn into a dream.

She went to touch his face, and Yang Yi took off his mask, revealing his old face. Just looking at his appearance, he looked more like her great-grandfather.

Yang Yi pulled off the human skin mask on his face, revealing his young and tender face. She gently stroked it with her fingers, touching his lips, eyes, and nose.

"I know it's you, what's your name?"

"I don't know. I've been searching for five hundred years, but I still can't find out who I am."

"Where are you from?"

"From another world."

Yang Yi held her hand.

"May I have your name?"

"I have no name. I was born without a name. Everyone calls me Saint."