The Divine Emperor stood tall and majestic. Strands of chaotic energy swirled around him, making him seem transcendent and mysterious. He was like a living supreme being that looked down on all life.
He stood at the peak of Mount Meru. The deathly energy had lessened greatly. The pressure of the archaic emperor was released, but the two awakened emperor weapons could withstand it and block it, protecting the Great Seal Thunder Sound Temple.
The world calmed down. A light sigh came from within the nine-colored immortal clothes, carrying endless sadness. It summoned the nine-layered coffin, burying the Divine Emperor once again.
The Silkworm Emperor's body slowly fell, surrounded by primal chaos. He sank into the coffin, and the stone coffin closed one by one, sealing him within.
How many heroes were buried under the passage of time? No matter how great their divine abilities were, it was difficult to reverse the situation. A lifetime of glory, but in the end, all that was left was sorrow.
The Divine Emperor was exceptional, stunning the past and present, but he still couldn't resist the passage of time. In the end, the curtain had to fall. After a dazzling moment, it was followed by endless darkness.
Honglong!
The nine-layered coffin was completely sealed, like an ordinary stone. It was simple and unadorned, and no one would notice it even if it was thrown into the yellow earth.
This was the life of a great emperor. In the end, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
"Father!" Daoist Divine Silkworm shouted loudly, hot tears gushing out. He clenched his fists and rushed forward.
The Divine Silkworm Race's battle clothes shot out a streak of immortal light, turning into a resplendent heavenly river that led outside the mountain. It was like a bridge to the heavens, turning this place into a passageway.
It was guiding the people of the Divine Silkworm Race. The ancient emperor's son, Princess Divine Silkworm, and the others all stepped onto Mount Meru.
Ye Fan had a copper cauldron with brilliant green multicolored light above his head. He held the three-foot immortal sword in his hand as he followed, arriving at the peak of Mount Meru for the first time in his life.
Daoist Divine Silkworm's tears rolled down his face. He stroked the stone coffin, his voice hoarse. No one could hear what he was saying.
With a honglong sound, the stone coffin enlarged. Nine colors rushed into the heavens, and the tenth color burst forth. It immediately enlarged to a thousand zhang in length, and it was still growing.
Strands of multicolored light shot out, entering the space between Daoist Divine Silkworm's brows. There seemed to be waves of scripture sounds, and there was even a type of comprehension after the great dao was shattered.
Daoist Divine Silkworm retreated, and he was in a daze. He muttered to himself, "I missed it in the end, I have to be on my way …"
Shua!
Another wave of celestial light burst forth. Out of everyone's expectations, it actually flew towards Princess Divine Silkworm's shoulder and aimed at the little monkey that was shining with golden light.
The little monkey, who was not much taller than a palm, immediately bared its teeth and looked afraid. It nervously grabbed a lock of Princess Divine Silkworm's hair and retreated.
Everyone was stunned. What was the background of this little divine silkworm that had undergone several metamorphoses and now looked like a Sacred Battle Ape? To think that the God Sovereign would pay attention to him and bestow him with celestial light!
Even the Divine Silkworm Princess was shocked. She turned around to look at the little Divine Ape on her shoulder, who was blinking his big eyes and looking innocent. She seemed to be deep in thought, as if she had thought of something.
A soul-shattering sound rang out. Before anyone could react, the huge stone coffin soared into the sky, drawing out resplendent immortal light. It tore apart the sky and directly entered the depths of the universe.
It chose to walk the path of solitude, drifting endlessly in the universe. This was the final destination of the ancient emperor. In the end, it would be a lonely person who would chew on this kind of loneliness.
The nine coffins disappeared, and the entire Mount Meru quietened down. Be it the demon-subduing pestle or the nine-colored divine robe, they gradually dimmed and slowly returned to silence.
"I saw the Celestial Domain open in my dream …" Daoist Divine Silkworm looked into the starry sky.
No one knew if he had dreamed of the Celestial Path, or if he wished for his father to sleep like this and see the Celestial Path after his death.
"Master!" A loud cry rang out, shocking the group of people on Mount Meru back to their senses.
Regardless of whether it was the Divine Silkworm lineage, the Bodhisattvas, or the ancient Buddhas, they all turned to look. It was a young monk who looked very Buddha-like. He had a kind face, big ears that hung down to his shoulders, and a scar on his bald head.
There was no doubt that this was Hua Hua. After many years had passed, he had long since grown up. He looked very simple, an honest young man with quite a bit of a Buddhist temperament.
However, when he opened his mouth to speak, he immediately destroyed his simple appearance and seemed somewhat out of place.
"Master, you're back. I missed your precious disciple so much."
Although his big ears hung down to his shoulders and his Buddha-like appearance was simple, there was a sense of incongruity when he spoke. His temperament and appearance were worlds apart.
"Weren't you … enlightened?!" Beside him, the two golden arhats who escorted him here were shocked and a little dumbfounded.
"Sigh, Master, you destroyed my plan for hegemony. If you had come a few decades later, all the female Bodhisattvas on this mountain would have been abducted by me. Let the remaining monks cry."
The group of people were tongue-tied. This turn of events was too fast. Just now, everyone was fighting with their lives on the line. Why did this little brat completely change the moment he came out?
Ye Fan was also momentarily speechless. This brat's appearance was exactly the same as the ancient Buddhas from back then. If he stood to the side and maintained his silence, he would have the bearing of a senior Buddhist monk.
However, everything was ruined once he spoke. Especially after he smiled, he looked like a lowly person no matter how one looked at it.
"What did you say?!" Ye Fan slapped the back of his head.
"Little baldy, weren't you illuminated?" Little Que 'er and the rest also followed the golden path up Mount Meru. At this step, no one from the Buddhist Sect stopped them.
Seeing that Ye Fan was also looking over, Huahua immediately put on a solemn expression and said with a serious expression, "Amitabha, Tathagata, Huahua, Great Buddha. Master sits in my heart, and wine and meat pass through my intestines. How can I be illuminated by them?"
In the end, it caused him to suffer another slap on the back of his head.
Everyone spent a lot of effort to save him, but in the end, he didn't even get a single hair on his head. They had been worried for nothing. At this moment, he had a sinister smile on his face.
The arhats and bodhisattvas couldn't sit still anymore. They had personally witnessed Huahua being illuminated, so how could he be fine in the blink of an eye?
Under Ye Fan's stern gaze, Huahua didn't dare to act rashly and told the truth in full detail.
Light flashed on his forehead, and a Buddha Crown fell down. It was simple and unadorned, and there were some cracks and holes on it. However, it gave off a kind of Buddhist Dao presence.
Everyone in West Earth was shocked. This was definitely a divine weapon that wasn't left behind by a saint. It had the aura of an emperor hidden within it.
Ye Fan naturally understood what was going on. This was the parietal bone of Shakyamuni, a piece of parietal bone that he had left behind in the mortal world when he was refining the Zhang Six Golden Body.
Back then, it was this piece of Buddha bone that had given Huahua a belly full of scriptures.
Quasi-emperor's parietal bone was hidden in the immortal platform and had condensed into one with it. Outsiders couldn't find it, so they naturally couldn't illuminate him.
Ye Fan had even prepared the Salvation Scripture. He thought that he would have to spend a lot of effort, but he didn't expect this to be the result. He directly gave the back of his head another slap. Looking at his despicable smile, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that this was a scam.
The faces of the buddhists sank, and they hoped that they would quickly go down the mountain. There was really nothing they could say about this ending.
However, Huahua wasn't willing. He was suppressed for no reason, and no matter what, there was a wave of resentment in his heart.
"Amitabha, this old monk's mortal heart was moved, and my obsession was too deep. I am here to apologize," Mo Ke said expressionlessly.
Huahua wore a smile, and directly grabbed the old monk's hand, not letting go. She said that she had to take action, and that she couldn't be suppressed for so many years in vain.
"You have already successfully reincarnated and reappeared in the world. This is a miracle of the buddhists, and it has verified the dao of Amitabha. Do you really not recognize me now? Have you forgotten the scene of us discussing the dao by Lake Ayu five thousand years ago?!" Mo Ke shouted.
"Monk, you are too unreasonable!" At the side, Dongfang Ye and the others couldn't take it anymore.
Only Ye Fan understood what was going on. He originally thought that the ancient buddha was very low-key, and not everyone knew about him. He didn't expect that he was old friends with Mo Ke. This time, the buddhists detained Huahua, and it involved too much karma.
In the eyes of Mo Ke and the others, Huahua was a miracle of the buddhists, and it confirmed the saying that Amitabha mainly cultivated the afterlife. This was a living example.
"What nonsense, don't say useless things. I only know that you have suppressed me for many years. Buddhism talks about karma, and you need to return me a hundred years of freedom. How about this, I want to establish a big sect in the buddhists, and let the Celestial Court grow branches and leaves. You can be my protector. "
A bald kid was pulling an old monk, and they were arguing endlessly, making people not know whether to laugh or cry.
The buddhists all lowered their heads and didn't say a word. They really didn't want to be entangled by this green-skinned monk.
At this moment, a tall figure rushed out of a temple not far away, and his huge bald head was shining. He shouted, "God, angels, I finally see a familiar person. Ye Fan, Brother Ye, do you still remember me? Bring me down the mountain too."
Not only the buddhists, protectors, and ancient buddhas frowned, but even the outsiders were a little stunned. How could there be such a strange monk in the pure land of buddhists?
Ye Fan was startled. This was none other than Kai De, Li Xiaoman's classmate from America. After so many years, he had developed a set of profound Buddhist divine arts.
"As a protector vajra, what have you become?!" Mo Ke scolded.
Kai De ignored him as if he was grasping at a life-saving straw. He looked to Ye Fan for help and said, "Bring me away from this damned place. I'm a vegetarian every day, even the gods will go crazy."
"Weren't you punished to face the wall? Why did you come out?" a bodhisattva asked.
Kai De complained to Ye Fan, "I haven't eaten meat for a hundred and fifty years. A while ago, I managed to braise dog meat with great difficulty, but I was discovered the moment I took a bite. I was punished to face the wall for five hundred years. God, god, after five hundred years, when I come out, all my teeth have fallen out, and I can't even bite dog meat. "
Everyone was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.
Outside Mount Meru, the saints from the outer realms were also staring at each other. Everyone wanted to laugh, but the bodhisattvas, ancient buddhas, and protectors all had ashen expressions, each uglier than the last.
Ye Fan didn't know what to say. He patted Kai De's shoulder, not knowing if it was to comfort him or if it was the etiquette of old friends reuniting.
He cursed silently, this was also a fraud.
He muttered to himself and spoke to the western desert monks, asking Kai De to go down the mountain and jump out of this "hell" in his eyes.
"As a buddhist disciple, your six senses are impure. Banish him down the mountain!" Mahamayuri's face was gloomy as he issued such a decree. He didn't want to see such a disciple for even a moment longer.
On Mount Meru, the bodhisattvas and arhats sent them down the mountain as if they were the plague.
Hua Hua was like a chatterbox. He pulled the old monk Mo Ke's hand and talked endlessly, spittle flying from his mouth. It was as if he hadn't opened his mouth in ten lifetimes and had endless things to say.
His saliva flew everywhere as he chatted with the old monk, asking him to go down the mountain and become a protector to compensate him for all the years of suppression and suffering.
The Great Sage Mo Ke could bear it at first, but later on, his snow-white eyebrows kept twitching. He wanted to slap Hua Hua to death. He really couldn't stand it anymore. His mouth never stopped.
"Great master, your beard has turned white."
"Great master, your shoes are about to grow holes."
"Great master, were you hacked when you were young? There's a big scar on your nose."
…
Listening to these endless words and godlike logical thoughts, the old monk Mo Ke wanted to strangle him to death.
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