In Heaven of Desire, there was an ancient temple on an ordinary Spirit Mountain.
On the stairs outside the ancient temple, there was a man in ragged clothes walking up the stairs with heavy steps. He seemed to be a little tired. The ancient trees on both sides swayed and the leaves covered the stairs. The figure seemed to be a little lonely.
As he walked up, he came to the top of the stairs. A monk was sweeping the leaves. When he saw someone coming up, he stopped what he was doing and looked at the person. "Benefactor, this temple does not accept incense offerings."
The figure nodded slightly and put his palms together. He said to the monk, "Passing by the ancient temple can be considered fate with Buddha. Can you stay in the ancient temple for a few days?"
The monk put down his broom and put his palms together. He bowed to the person and said, "The temple has rules. We do not accept incense offerings, so we naturally do not receive visitors. Benefactor, please don't blame us."
"I am not a visitor. I believe you can see that I am injured and need some time to recuperate. Coming here is also fate with Buddha, so I have come to visit you shamelessly. Can you make an exception and let me enter the temple to recuperate for a period of time?" the person continued. His voice sounded a little humble.
Who would have thought that Saint True Zen, who was famous in the western world and stood at the top of the western world, would be so humble just to recuperate in a temple for a period of time?
"Benefactor, please go back." The sweeping monk was unmoved and continued to chase the guest away.
Saint True Zen raised his head and looked at the monk. A dignified gaze appeared in his eyes. It was just a gaze, but it made the monk feel a little scared. It seemed to be an innate temperament. Even though he was seriously injured, it could not hide his dignified aura.
However, it was only for a moment. In the next moment, the dignified gaze disappeared. Saint True Zen turned around silently and walked down the stairs. His back still looked a little lonely.
He was very slow and did not seem to be walking fast.
In the temple, a person walked out. He looked at Saint True Zen's back and asked, "Who is he?"
"I don't know." The sweeping monk shook his head. "He looks like someone who has nowhere else to go. Maybe he wants to sneak into the temple."
"Yes." The person who came out nodded. "There are many people like this. There is no need to be so polite every time."
"Alright." The monk who was sweeping the floor nodded. He was still recalling Saint Venerable Zhen Chan's gaze from before. That gaze was extremely complicated and difficult to see through. However, he was clearly a cripple who had no cultivation aura. Why did he give him such a feeling?
True Zen Saint Venerable heard their conversation. He felt very complicated. He didn't expect that he would end up like this one day. However, he didn't dare to reveal his identity.
Although he was the high and mighty lord of the True Zen Temple, he had also offended many people. In addition, many cultivators around him had been killed by the destructive power that Ye Futian had unleashed that day. If his identity was exposed, as long as someone had evil intentions, he would die a horrible death.
Right now, his body was practically half-crippled. He needed to find a quiet place to recuperate and recover for a period of time. He believed that with his Buddhist strength, as long as he was given time, he would definitely be able to walk out of it, recover from his injuries, and return to his peak strength.
At that time, he swore that he would make Ye Futian beg for death, and his wife …
He, Zhen Chan, had never suffered such humiliation before!
… …
Many days later, in the western world of Brahma.
In the void, a fairy-like figure was walking in the air. Her appearance was stunning and extraordinary. However, at this moment, she was holding a person in her arms. This person was dressed in white and had white hair. He seemed to be unconscious, but his handsome face could still be vaguely seen.
These two people were naturally Hua Jieyu and Ye Futian.
On that day, Ye Futian caused the divine body of Shenjia the Great Emperor to explode. The terrifying power swept through the Six Desires Heavens. The divine body turned into a destructive domain world, spanning above the Six Desires Heavens, destroying and killing all the cultivators of the True Zen Temple.
However, Ye Futian also paid a very heavy price for this. At that time, he didn't know what the outcome would be, so he was a bit decisive. He even discussed it with Hua Jieyu. They were willing to face all the consequences. Since they were forced into a desperate situation, this was the only way. Otherwise, if they were taken away, their fate would not be controlled by themselves, but by the other party.
After Ye Futian's spiritual soul triggered his divine body to self-destruct, he used the last bit of his spiritual soul power to bring Hua Jieyu out of the area of destruction and escape from that world. His spiritual soul then returned to his body and fell into a deep slumber.
In that destructive domain, Hua Jieyu was almost wiped out.
This time, the two of them could be said to have escaped with their lives.
Hua Jieyu was expressionless as she continued to move forward. In front of her, a group of cultivators was coming this way. They rode the Roc and flew quickly in this direction. The Roc, Mo Yunzi, and Ye Futian's minds were connected. They knew Ye Futian's location, so they were able to meet up.
Seeing their arrival, Hua Jieyu suddenly stopped. Blind Tie, Chen Yi, and the others all came forward to check on Ye Futian's condition.
"Master."
The expressions of Little Ling and the others also changed slightly. Ye Futian's condition seemed to be more serious than they had expected. After so many days, he was still in a coma.
"Let's find a place to stay first," Hua Jieyu said.
"Mmm." Everyone nodded. Then, the group landed on the back of the Roc. The divine bird spread its wings and traveled through the void.
"The True Zen Temple has gone too far." Fang Cun looked at the unconscious Ye Futian and said coldly, "We must destroy the True Zen Temple in the future."
Hua Jieyu looked at them. It seemed that they also knew.
Seeming to understand Hua Jieyu's thoughts, Hua Qingqing said, "What happened in the Six Desires Heaven has caused a great disturbance. It may have spread to the entire Western World. There are also many voices in Brahma about that battle."
Hua Jieyu nodded gently and asked, "How is True Zen?"
Her tone was somewhat cold. If True Zen Saint had not been so aggressive, Ye Futian would not have taken this step and fallen into such a situation.
"I don't know." Hua Qingqing said, "It is said that almost all the people of the True Zen Temple were killed, but there is no proof that True Zen Saint has fallen. There is news that True Zen Saint may not have fallen, but he did not return to the True Zen Temple. Instead, he is temporarily missing. But even if he is not dead, he may have been seriously injured."
Hua Jieyu nodded. Under that destructive attack, True Zen Saint would have been seriously injured even if he did not die. His condition would not be much better than Ye Futian's.
However, this was not enough. She wanted to hear the news of True Zen Saint's death!
"We're here." Not long after, the group landed on an ancient peak. In order to conceal themselves and not attract attention, Chen Yi said.
"Don't worry about the outside world for now. Let him rest and recover for a while. Don't go out for the time being." Everyone nodded. When they first came to the Western World, they set off a storm that shook the entire Western World!
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