Dai Mengfan felt cold in his heart.

At this time, the sky turned dark, and a red sun had fallen into the sea, and the sky was still burning with red glows in the west.

She suddenly felt a little cooler in the evening sea breeze, and she couldn't help but recall the bitter cold wind outside the Heiyun City, the terrifying demon god, and his back facing the demon god, as well as the shouts of hundreds of thousands of soldiers calling the tsunami of mountains - Li Qingshan!

Strangely, even though I had experienced so many thrilling experiences that day, it was all blurry. Only this scene was deeply imprinted in her mind, with rich colors. It would be better to say that it was this scene that was too profound that made everything else appear blurred.

‘Faced with Li Qingshan? Stop joking!’

Dai Mengfan shook her head. The reason why she dared to fully implement the order of Guihai Lingzun was correct. Li Qingshan could not return to the human world, otherwise Wuyu Tiangong would have sent the Six Dings and Six Jias gods to kill them immediately, and even directly surrendered a true immortal.

Even if Li Qingshan sneaked into Wanxiang City, Guihai Lingzun was still in charge in the city. In addition to the sect’s mountain guard formation, even the evil god could not escape death.

The only chance to see each other is probably on the battlefield of the Demon Realm.

As far as she knows, the demons are retreating across the board and giving up a large area of ​​territory. Countless monks from the Pure Land Sect have gone out to purify the demonic land and recover the lost land. If they retreat and advance, there will definitely be no war in a short time.

Anyway, this "master sister" does not do it, so instead of being afraid of wolves in front of you and tigers in the back, it is better to let go and use this identity to obtain the most resources and become a human immortal as soon as possible. Then when the catastrophe of heaven and earth comes, you will have the power to protect yourself. Even if you hit Li Qingshan again, you can at least protect yourself, or even fight!

‘No, forget it, I’d better stay away from him!’

Dai Mengfan's heart appeared in his heart again with Li Qingshan's back facing the demon god, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​fighting with him.

The status of human immortals is noble, and it is not comparable to that of evil gods. How can porcelains be confronted with clay pots?

In short, no matter how fierce and evil Li Qingshan is, he is like a tiger locked in a cage, and he can't even hurt her hair.

Thinking of this, she gradually felt relieved, showed a proud smile, and said disdainfully:

"Hmph, I like being a demon!"

...

In Baicao Garden, Li Fengyuan returned to the Bodhi tree, and Ruan Yaozhu had already left.

The red clouds burned out and the sky was dark. There was no sound in the garden, and the wind blew the grass and trees, rustling.

Before she returned to the cave, she expelled all the disciples in the garden so as not to be implicated by her.

He could see that those disciples loved her very much, and many people knelt down and begged her not to do this. Almost everyone cried, as if they were separated from life and death. Others stared at themselves fiercely, full of hostility.

She also cried. However, whether it is stubborn or dull, she has never been a person who can 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, she is not the only one who suffers? How heavy should the person she trusts and hopes for?

"All sentient beings suffer!"

The stars rise at sunset, and the stars are shining brightly. Li Fengyuan looks at the red star in the sky from afar.

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

So he shook his robe, sat cross-legged under the Bodhi tree, his hands folded, and his treasure was solemn.

He slowly closed his eyes and saw layers of smoke and clouds flowing in front of him, waving his wings hard.

In an instant, the clouds shook and the sun was seen. At the end of the sea of ​​undulating clouds, there was a continuous snow-capped mountain, and the highest peak looked like a lotus.

"Where is the lotus blooming." Li Fengyuan murmured to himself. It was not the first time he had seen such a scene, but he would be shocked every time he saw it.

The red sun rises eastward, shining through the sea of ​​clouds, hanging above the "lotus", dyeing the snow-capped mountains into golden red, like a golden lotus.

The "lotus" is becoming more and more colorful. As the light and shadow change, it seems to be blooming all the time, releasing thousands of rays of rays and thousands of auspicious colors, extremely dazzling and sacred.

Li Qingshan is not unfamiliar with this scene. This is the "spiritual mountain" that he pushed down by himself.

For some reason, he still stood tall.

Li Fengyuan's wings flapped and broke through the air, leaving a long gully on the sea of ​​clouds.

When you come to Lingshan, there is a magnificent temple on the top of the mountain, which is the famous Daleiyin Temple on Lingshan.

The real name is "Naranta Temple", which means "Talk insatiable".

Li Fengyuan has always liked its real name - the Dharma of giving and saving sentient beings, and will never be satisfied.

Looking down from the clouds, people came and went in the temple. Many monks walked, some were meditating, some were talking about scriptures, and some were practicing supernatural powers. Whether moving or still, they were all thriving, and there was no depressing scene.

Li Fengyuan fell from the sky, walked slowly, and stopped to listen to a scripture, or carefully admired a mural, a peaceful smile gradually appeared on his face.

But from a close perspective, the appearance of these monks is not much the same as that of ordinary monks. They are basically naked like ascetics, dressed very old, and many have long hair and beards. Moreover, no monk noticed Li Fengyuan's existence, and even if he looked at him, his eyes would penetrate through him.

Dong-dong-dong-dong!

Heavy steps suddenly came from behind, and a black shadow enveloped him.

Li Fengyuan did not dodge. A Vajra with a naked upper body wrapped in a skirt curtain carried a giant tree that dozens of people could embrace him and strode towards the Main Hall not far away.

It's like a phantom, or a dream. This is the distant past, the origin of Nalanda Temple.

Li Fengyuan has been immersed in it over the years - studying the original scriptures, practicing ancient supernatural powers, and experiencing the laws of meditation - and has gained endless inspiration. The most important thing is to watch Nalanda Temple build on the deserted ice and snow with your own eyes.

Every brick, every grass, every tree, a hall, a bell tower, a pagoda. Everything that was eventually destroyed by Li Qingshan.

Li Fengyuan knew clearly that Lingshan had been pushed down, Nalanda Temple had been destroyed, and would never be rebuilt. So when looking at everything here, he often felt sad. It was like watching a little baby, how he was born, how he cried, how he curiously opened his eyes to look at the world, how he ran, how he played, and learned... However, "he" had long been dead, long before it was destroyed.

All the calamities and reincarnations are formed, abstinence, destruction and emptiness; the dust and sand of the universe are beyond the limit.

"It turns out that even the immortal phoenix will grow old one day!"
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