Legend of the Great Saint

Dai Mengfan’s heart is cold.

At this time, the sky turned dark, and a red sun had already fallen into the sea, and the red glow of the West was still burning.

She suddenly felt that the sea breeze in the evening was a bit more cool, and she couldn’t help but think of the cold wind outside the dark clouds, the horrible demon god, and his back facing the devil, and hundreds of thousands of Shishishan’s tsunami. Shouting - Li Qingshan!

The strange thing is that the day I experienced so many thrilling, but all are vague, only this scene is deeply imprinted in her mind, thick and colorful. It is better to say that it is this scene that is too deep to make everything else seem vague.

‘Facing Li Qingshan? Do not make jokes! ’

Dai Mengfan shook her head. The reason why she dared to fully implement the order of returning to the sea spirits was also accurate. Li Qingshan could not return to the human world. Otherwise, the Tianzhu will immediately send the Liuding Liujia **** to kill. Even directly drop a true fairy.

Even if Li Qingshan sneaked into the Vientiane City, there was a returning town in the city, and with the ancestral gate of the ancestral gate, even the evil spirits could not escape.

The only chance to see you again is probably only on the battlefield of the Devil.

As far as she knows, the demons are retreating across the board, giving up a large territory, and countless monks of the Pure Land have gone out to purify the magic soil and recover lost ground. With such a retreat, there will be no more major wars in a short period of time.

Anyway, this "master sister" did not do it, so it is better to let go of the tiger than to fear the tiger before using it. Use this identity to get the most resources and repair adult fairy as soon as possible. Then the world will have a self-protection force when it comes to the robbery. Even if it hits Li Qingshan again, it can at least protect itself, even a battle!

‘No, forget it, I’m still far from him! ’

In the heart of Dai Mengfan, Li Qingshan appeared to face the back of the demon, and immediately dispelled the idea of ​​fighting with him.

The status of the immortal is noble, but it is not comparable to the evil spirits. The porcelain will be hard to touch the earthen jar.

All in all, Li Qingshan is like a tiger in a cage, even if she is fierce and evil. She can't even hurt her hair.

Thinking about it, she gradually let go of her heart, and she showed a smug smile, disdainful:

"Hey, like to be a demonic!"

......

In the Baicaoyuan, Li Fengyuan returned to the Bodhi tree, and Yao Yaozhu had left.

The red glow burned out and the sky was dark. There was no sound in the garden, and the wind blew and creaked.

Before she returned to Dongfu, she expelled all the disciples in the park, lest she be affected by her.

He can see that the disciples loved her very much. Many people kneel down and begged her not to do this. Almost everyone cried, as if they were dead. Others stared at themselves and were full of hostility.

She also shed tears. However, stubborn or dull, she is never a person who will easily change her mind.

Li Fengyuan stroked the rough torso of the Bodhi tree and couldn't help but sigh. She was destined to suffer for this choice.

However, in this world, who suffers and stops her alone? What kind of pain should the suffering of the person she trusts?

"All living beings are bitter!"

The stars are rising, and the stars are shining. Li Fengyuan looked at the red star in the sky.

"Da Da, since you have made a choice and choose to bear the suffering of all beings, let me help you!"

So he shook his body and sat down under the Bodhi tree, his hands clasped together, and the treasure was solemn.

Slowly close your eyes, and see a layer of smoke clouds flowing in front of you, struggling to flap the wings.

At the end of the day, the clouds see the sun, the end of the undulating clouds, is a rolling snow-capped mountain, the highest peak resembles a lotus flower.

"The place where the lotus flower blooms." Li Fengyuan muttered to himself, he is not the first time to see such a scene, but every time he sees it will feel shocked.

The red sun rises eastward and shines through the sea of ​​clouds. It is hanging above the "Lotus" and dyes the snow-capped mountains into a golden red, like a golden lotus.

The "Lotus" is also more colorful and colorful. With the change of light and shadow, it seems to be in full bloom all the time, releasing the Xia Guang Wan Dao, Rui Cai Qian, the incomparable and incomparable sacred.

This scene, Li Qingshan will not be unfamiliar, this is the "Lingshan" that he personally pushed down.

At the moment, I don’t know why, but it stands still.

Li Fengyuan fluttered and broke away, leaving a long gully in the sea of ​​clouds.

On the top of Lingshan, there is a magnificent temple in the foothills. It is the famous Leiyin Temple on Lingshan.

The real name is "Nalanda Temple", which means "doing nothing."

Li Fengyuan has always liked its real name - Busch Dharma, Pudu sentient beings, never tired.

Looking down from the clouds, people come and go in the temple, many monks walk in the middle, some are meditating, some are talking about the scriptures, some are practicing magical powers. Whether moving or quiet, it is a scene of prosperity, where there is a slight depression.

Li Fengyuan descended from the sky, walked slowly, and stopped to listen to a passage, or seriously admired a mural, and his face gradually showed a peaceful smile.

It’s just from a close look that the monks’ dresses are not the same as the ordinary monks. They are basically bare-footed like an ascetic, dressed very old, and many have long hair and beards. And no monk noticed the existence of Li Fengyuan, even if he looked at him, his sight would pass through him.

咚 咚 咚 咚 咚!

Suddenly there was a heavy footstep behind him, and a black shadow shrouded him.

Li Fengyuan is not dodging. A majestic man with a naked upper body and a skirt wrapped in a scorpion with dozens of people can walk through him and strode to the Daxiong Hall, which is under construction.

Like a phantom ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ or a dream. Here is the distant past, the origin of the Nalanda Temple.

Li Fengyuan has been immersed in these years - studying the original scriptures, practicing the ancient magical powers, and understanding the laws of meditation - and getting endless revelation. The most important thing is to see the Nalanda Temple built on the ice and snow.

One brick, one tile, one grass and one wood, a large hall, a bell tower, a pagoda. Everything that was eventually destroyed by Li Qingshan.

Li Fengyuan clearly knows that Lingshan has been torn down, and the Nalanda Temple has been destroyed and will never be rebuilt. So looking at everything here, I often feel sad. Like watching a little baby, how to squat, how to wow, crying, how to curiously look at the world with big eyes, how to run, play, learn... However, "he" has already died, long before it was destroyed.

The robbers reincarnate and become a bad air; the cosmic dust sand is no exception.

"It turns out that even the phoenix that is not dead, there is the day when you are old!"

As he thought, the scene in front of him was gradually blurred. He suddenly realized that he was bursting into tears when he was unconscious.