Shrouding the Heavens

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Ye Fan wandered alone in the universe, looking up at the boundless starry sky, and his heart was filled with greed. He needed strength, and he could fight against the supreme majesty of supernatural power.

The stupa was broken several layers, and the dust has been stained for five hundred years, and the old memories are still covered by the dust. Ximo can no longer see the once Ayu Lake, nor the raider.

Ye Fan landed on the ground, walking step by step, trying to find, when the two walked around the lake, listening to the ancient temple bells, it seems to be still in sight.

There was only rubble in front, the big clock shattered for hundreds of years, the rust was half-covered in the mud, Ayur Lake had dried up and became a gobi, some were only gravel.

The once glorious beauty, that white figure like a lotus, is no longer in the world, everything is a thing of the past. Only the wind is still there, blowing the residual scripture, clattering, the broken barrel turning, the sound of dingdong, and the Buddha ’s meditation.

I still remember that in the evening when the sunset was full of sky and the sunset was stained with red sacred temples, they said goodbye, he walked towards his own way, she said goodbye with a smile, a bright smile, but there were crystal tears sliding down.

"what……"

Ye Fan stood on the shore of Ayur Lake in West Desert, shouted in the sky, her hair was messy, like dragons and snakes flying, and the most powerful breath bloomed.

Flying sand and rocks here, sand and dust like waves, patting the shore and splitting the plateau, like a wave of Hongfeng sweeping into the distance, disturbing the whole land.

With a sorrowful laugh, this is a helpless look back.

The bottom of the dry lake was split with springs, and the water was gushing, clear and crystal clear. Two days and two nights later, it was filled with Ayur Lake, looking down from the sky like a teardrop.

The dust of Ahan Temple was gone, and the rubble was dull and dull. It is still scattered there, broken walls, unchanging, Ye Fan does not want to rebuild. (When you read a novel, you can go to Ye · Yu ~ Yu M)

"A miracle!"

"The water of Ayu Lake reappeared, and the gods appeared!"

On the plateau, many herdsmen run and tell each other. Gathering together towards Ayu Lake, many people wept with joy.

The land was fertile and there was no shortage of fish and rice. After the darkness and turmoil, the spiritual veins broke down and the plateau was deserted.

"Ayur Lake is reappearing, and God has blessed us again. This is the bright pearl of our plateau, and our most precious holy lake will bring us prosperity!"

Many people cheered. Many old people burst into tears with excitement, knocking their heads step by step, and came here like a pilgrimage. Many people followed suit and prayed by the lake.

"Huh, that person ... is too similar to the person in the painting, it was a fairy of that year!"

Suddenly, in the muddy eyes of an old man with a dying wind candle, his eyes were trembling and trembling, walking forward, he saw Ye Fan.

By the lake, Ye Fan stood quietly. Being in your own world, looking at Lake Ayu, thinking about the past.

"Are you a fairy of that year?" The old man's voice trembled.

Ye Fan turned around, saw them, sighed gently, and said nothing.

"It's him ... the man in the picture!"

"Our ancestors had seen him at the time. He walked here with a female bodhisattva, and once spilled divine light and helped many people."

"Yes, that female Bodhisattva once practiced here and saved many people. Many people have her portraits in their homes."

Their ancestral home is here. The ancestors once said that there is a female bodhisattva practicing here, which has great gratitude to the entire plateau, saves the sick, bathes the new born baby with divine light, and helps the herdsmen open up fertile pastures. Attract rivers to irrigate the wilderness.

Someone once saw this female bodhisattva walking with Ye Fan. The two portraits were a pair of fairy couples, which left a deep impression on the herdsmen's ancestors.

"Is the goddess still there?" An old man pushed away his grandchildren's arms, knelt down and thanked and asked.

Ye Fan feels very uncomfortable, and now he is the only one left, how to respond? He raised his hand and shattered a rain of light, covering everyone, so that the old man of the wind and candles would be upset, and the middle-aged people would be completely ill, and the children would be energetic and healthier. []

"It was the god-man at the time, the one who was with the female bodhisattva, can you tell us where the female bodhisattva has gone, we have always dedicated her portraits, and will be grateful for generations."

Later, some herdsmen asked aloud with courage.

Ye Fan was silent, his hands were slowly moving, the ground was rumbling, and the whole plateau was shaking. Now he is at the peak of his skill, he can change the world, and soon he will continue the underground dragon veins, and the spirits are gushing.

Then he rose into the air and pointed like a knife, plowing out rivers on the ground, and soon the water flowed along the road, so that the barren land was nourished and rejuvenated.

"Shangxian appeared, thank God for the gift!"

Seeing this scene, many herdsmen knelt down and shouted like mountains.

"It's not that God has eyes, or that the world is affectionate, and don't worship me. This is what the female bodhisattva in your heart once did. I think she would do it if she was still alive. , Please respect her, remember her name-An Miaoyi! "

In the sky, Ye Fan's figure faded away.

In the era when Mount Xumi was torn apart, the Great Leiyin Temple collapsed, Buddhism declined, and beliefs were lacking, the sentient beings on the Ayu Plateau had always missed this female Bodhisattva, showing how deeply penetrated the past.

From this day on, the collapsed Aghan Temple was rebuilt with broken walls, the ancient temple was built, and it was once again sacred with the sacred glory in the sunset. The rubble was washed and covered by the herdsmen, still the original Ancient materials.

The temple is not enshrined with ancient Buddhas, but only a woman, that is, An Miaoyi. Every day people pray and incense burns, and the original clay statues begin to have vitality and luster.

Ye Fan went to Lantuo Temple again, but unfortunately he couldn't find anything again, and even without a trace, he climbed onto Mount Xumi, but now it is no longer grand and somewhat deserted. Although there are many strong men and evangelists coming from the ancient Amitabha, they cannot be compared with the great weather of the first holy site of Buddhism.

The bodhi is full of sky and mountains.

Ye Fanman walked aimlessly. A person left a footprint on Xumi Mountain, and then he traveled eastward all the way, crossed Zhongzhou, and went to Donghuang, looking for the traces of the past.

Unfortunately, everything is like a dream bubble. Like a dream, it is like electricity, all buried in the past.

"Miao Yi is gone ..." Ye Fan walked alone in the mountains and rivers, infested in the great waste, like a lone wolf. Lonely by the **** sun.

He wants to become stronger, he wants to achieve the step of being supremely combatable. Looking back five hundred years, the bit by bit once moved his mind, boiling, and the blood gradually ran up.

"District. I'm going to fight in!"

Along with a long roar, the mountains and mountains were roaring, and a comet was in the sky, showing traces in many places on this day.

When he found the remains of the Holy City of Northern Territory and commemorated it, it caused a sensation. Some people recognized him, and the news was like a hurricane blowing across the eastern wasteland.

"Ye Fan, the Eucharist that has disappeared for many years, is back!"

"Oh my God, it's him. Now that the master of the genius has beheaded the six or seven people of the ancient prince, who is competing with the hero?"

The earth was shaken. Countless strong men came, especially many young monks who were rising up in recent decades and the young strong men who had risen in recent decades were extremely excited.

"Senior, is it really you?"

"Senior Ye, please accept me as a disciple!"

A group of people gathered around, some people prayed excitedly to worship, and some people walked on their knees, wanting to be his disciples.

Hundreds of years have passed. Ye Fan ’s former rivals were either wiped out, or beaten up by his disciples. His name, the moving star, naturally envied many people.

The achievements of that war more than three hundred years ago cannot be erased. He died in martyrdom, splashed the stars with blood, and died for hundreds of years. The miraculous return naturally became a legend.

Ye Fan looked at these immature faces and thought a lot, and he was so full of vitality. Even more ambitious, but now I find that all my pursuits have slowly changed.

It has only been five hundred years since the road was built, and he has had irreparable regrets in his life. It is conceivable that the great emperors who have never died in a battle and are lonely to the old have faced it. Think about it Feeling bleak.

Ye Fan lifted up the slightly young children, silently, walked through the crowd and headed far away, how could he have the mood to accept the disciples.

Some old people outside the crowd saw him. The holy places such as Wanchu and Dayan collapsed in the dark age. Only a small number of people survived. The appearance of Ye Fan is very complicated.

A man with white hair like snow and a middle-aged face has a dull expression. He was the son of Wanchu who was chosen later. Although he succeeded as the holy lord, they fell into the red dust after all. Looking at Ye Fan, who was in the same position as himself in the past, but has already made a name for the entire universe, he can only smile bitterly, years, so ruthless, buried too much.

One of the women had clear eyes and looked quietly, as calmly as in the past, Ye Fan felt something. Looking back, he nodded, and he recognized that it was a saint, who had had several connections and impressions. not bad.

"Brother Ye, I really can only watch from afar. The holy Eucharist that I said at that time will make the world invincible, and it will come true." Beside the road, another black-haired divine martial man.

He was the later Holy Lord of Dayan Holy Land, and the years became stronger. He found that he could no longer keep up with the footsteps of the old man and was left behind.

Ye Fan turned around and nodded, completely disappearing from this place.

The wind clan is not extinct, and a nine-phoenix day care stop is in the distance. Someone inside is watching, but only sighs helplessly. Nowadays, no one can compare the characters who make the blood of the ancient emperor have a headache.

There are many ancient races in Beidou naturally. A lot of people came to watch, and all of them were in a complicated mood. When facing Ye Fan, they could only bow their heads to make way.

Ye Fan appeared and shook Beidou. Many familiar and strange people came and wanted to see him, including some people who were never destroyed by the Daxia Dynasty, as well as monks and masters in the Heavenly Demon Palace, Yaochi and other places. .

He didn't stay ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ went away alone, deep into the wilderness, there were three words echoing in his ear: "Afterlife meets ..."

His heart is like a sword, others think his practice speed is fast enough, but he thinks it is not enough, he still can't sweep the Eight Wastelands, there is a supreme enemy in this world!

He began to rush through the customs, his body was boiling, he was watching the Sun and Moon mountains and rivers, the nature of Taoism and law, his eyes and his mind, he read the ancient scriptures of the predecessors, one by one the cultural form, if one respected the ancient emperor, surrounded him.

Ye Fan sat down, Sun and Moon Mountains and Rivers Division, Emperor Jing as his companion, he wanted to go up to the sky and face all the enemies in the world!

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