Dai Mengfan shivered inside.
By now, the sky had darkened. A red sun had already sunk into the ocean, but it still filled the western sky with red.
She suddenly felt that the evening sea breeze was slightly colder. She could not help but recall the cold wind outside Black Cloud city, the terrifying Demon God, as well as his back facing the Demon God, as well as the roaring cries of hundreds of thousands of soldiers — Li Qingshan!
Strangely enough, she had clearly experienced so many soul-stirring events that day, yet they were all blurry. Only this scene was deeply imprinted in her mind. Or rather, it was exactly because this scene was too profound that everything else seemed blurry.
Facing Li Qingshan? Stop joking!
Dai Mengfan shook her head. The reason why she was bold enough to carry out Spirit Sovereign Guihai's orders was because she had calculated that it was impossible for Li Qingshan to return to the human realm. Otherwise, the Desireless Heavenly palace would definitely send the Liuding and Liujia divine generals to kill him immediately. They might even send a true immortal.
Even if Li Qingshan infiltrated Myriad Phenomenon city, the city still had Spirit Sovereign Guihai watching over it. Coupled with the protective formations of the sect, even evil gods would struggle to escape death.
Her only chance of meeting him was probably on the battlefield of the Demon domain.
According to what she knew, the demonfolk were retreating on all fronts, giving up large swathes of territory. Countless monks of the Pure Land sect emerged from seclusion to purify the demonic land and reclaim their lost land. With this retreat and advance, a great battle definitely would not erupt in the near future.
She had no choice but to be the "first senior sister" anyway, so instead of fearing the wolves ahead and the tigers behind, she was better off letting go and using this identity to obtain the most resources and become a human immortal as soon as possible. That way, she would have the power to protect herself when the crisis of the world arrived. Even if she ran into Li Qingshan again, she could protect herself at the very least, or even put up a fight!
No, forget it. I'd better stay away from him!
The image of Li Qingshan facing the Demon God appeared in Dai Mengfan's mind again, and she immediately dismissed the idea of fighting him.
Human immortals possessed a noble status. Evil gods could not compare to them. How could porcelain go up against a jar?
In short, no matter how vicious and evil Li Qingshan was, he was like a caged tiger. He could not even touch a hair on her.
Thinking of this, she gradually relaxed. She revealed a proud smile and said disdainfully,
"Hmph, you like being a demonfolk!"
…
In the Hundred Herb Garden, when Li Fengyuan returned to the Bodhi tree, Ruan Yaozhu had already left.
The red clouds burned away and the sky darkened. There was no sound in the garden. The wind rustled the grass and trees.
Before she returned to her cave abode, she expelled all the disciples in the garden so that they would not be implicated by her.
He could see that those disciples respected and loved her very much. Many of them knelt down and begged her not to do this. Almost all of them were crying, as if they were going to part forever. The others stared at him fiercely, filled with hostility.
She was also in tears. However, be it stubbornness or stupidity, she was never a person who would easily change her mind.
Li Fengyuan stroked the rough trunk of the Bodhi Tree and couldn't help but sigh. She was destined to suffer because of this choice.
However, how could she be the only one suffering in this world? The person she trusted and hoped for, how much pain and suffering must he be suffering?
"All living beings are bitter!"
The sun set, the stars rose, and the stars shone brightly. Li Fengyuan gazed at the scarlet star in the distant horizon.
"First father, since you've already made your choice, choosing to bear the pain of all living beings, then allow me to lend you a hand!"
As a result, he shook his kasaya and sat down in a lotus position under the Bodhi tree again. He brought his palms together in a dignified manner.
He slowly closed his eyes and saw layers of clouds swirling before him again, flapping his wings furiously.
Immediately, the clouds parted to reveal the sun. At the end of the billowing sea of clouds was a series of snowy mountains. The highest peak was shaped like a lotus flower.
"Where the lotus flower blooms." Li Fengyuan murmured to himself. This was not the first time he had seen something like this, but he would be shocked every time he saw it.
The red sun rose from the east, illuminating the sea of clouds and hovering above the "lotus flower". It dyed the snowy mountains golden-red, like a golden lotus.
The "lotus flower" became more and more beautiful. As the light changed, it seemed to bloom at all times, shining with brilliant light and auspicious colours. It was extremely resplendent and holy.
This scene was not unfamiliar to Li Qingshan. This was the "Spirited Mountain" that he had pushed down with his own hands.
However, at this moment, for some reason, it was still standing.
Li Fengyuan flapped his wings and flew into the sky, leaving a long ravine in the sea of clouds.
He came to the top of the Spirited Mountain. There was a magnificent temple at the peak. It was the famous Tempest Temple on the Spirited Mountain.
Its original name was "Nalanda Temple", which meant "giving without complaint".
Li Fengyuan had always preferred its original name — "giving Dharma, delivering all living beings from suffering, never tired of it".
Looking down from the clouds, people came and went in the temple. Many monks walked among them. Some were meditating, some were talking about scriptures, and some were practicing magic. Whether it was moving or not, it was a scene of prosperity. There was no sign of depression at all.
Li Fengyuan descended from the sky and walked slowly. Occasionally, he would stop to listen to a passage of scripture or seriously admire a wall painting. A peaceful smile gradually appeared on his face.
However, from close up, the appearance of these monks was different from ordinary monks. They were basically barefooted like ascetics and their clothes were very old. Many even had long hair and beards. Moreover, none of the monks noticed Li Fengyuan's existence. Even if they looked at him, their gazes would pass through him.
Thump — Thump — Thump!
Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded behind him. A black shadow shrouded him.
However, Li Fengyuan did not dodge. A bare-chested Vajra wrapped in a dress passed through him, carrying a huge log that required dozens of people to wrap their arms around. It strode towards the Mahavira Hall that was under construction not far away.
It was like an illusion, or a dream. This was the distant past, the origin of Nalanda Temple.
Li Fengyuan had been immersed in it all these years — studying the original scriptures, practicing ancient magic, comprehending the laws of meditation — he had received endless revelations. Most importantly, he had seen Nalanda Temple being built on the ice and snow wasteland with his own eyes.
Every brick, every tile, every blade of grass, every tree, every hall, bell tower, pagoda. Everything that had been destroyed by Li Qingshan in the end.
Li Fengyuan knew clearly that Spirited Mountain had been pushed down and Nalanda Temple had been destroyed. It would never be rebuilt. Therefore, looking at everything here, he often felt sorrow. It was as if he was looking at a baby, how it was born, how it was crying, how it was curiously looking at the world, how it was running, how it was playing, how it was learning … But 'he' was already dead, long before he was destroyed.
Reincarnation of all tribulations, success, residence, destruction, and emptiness; the dust and sand of the universe were no exception.
"So even the immortal phoenix will grow old one day!"
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