Specks of golden light revolved around his fingertips like golden butterflies. They danced gracefully and then flew into the sky.
Ye Fan was startled. The infant fist-sized sarira became smaller and smaller, turning into a rain of light that scattered in all directions. The scene was magnificent, holy, solemn, and respectful.
Transforming into the dao. This was the first word that came to his mind, but he felt that it wasn't the case. That ancient buddha had already passed away in meditation back in the Western Desert.
"Could it be … that there really is reincarnation?" Ye Fan immediately became excited. He was overwhelmed with emotions and immediately stood up.
During these past few days, he was absent-minded and muddle-headed. He walked around aimlessly and almost didn't know where he was. His parents' figures always appeared in his mind, and he was unable to free himself from his grief.
Reincarnation, resurrection … these words lingered in his mind from time to time. It was also because of this that he could think of the sarira and the ancient coffin that should have been buried in the nine heavens.
Buddhism paid particular attention to the afterlife, and there was a saying of reincarnation. Meanwhile, the nine layered coffin of the legendary era buried deities, and it was also a product of eternal life.
Ye Fan's mind was absent-minded these past few days. He subconsciously took out these two items to search for eternal life and the method of reincarnation, all for the sake of seeing his parents again.
This was a subconscious action, but it immediately woke him up. Otherwise, he didn't know how many days he would have been muddle-headed.
The ancient coffin buried in the nine heavens didn't change at all. It was still simple and unadorned, but the sarira was melting bit by bit like a melting snowball.
Ye Fan's essence energy was raised to its peak. He stared unblinkingly, and a divine flame throbbed between his brows. He was like a deity!
He was using his heart to sense the sarira and examine its changes. Even though he didn't believe in reincarnation, he still hoped for a miracle. His eyes were deep and unblinking.
The sarira seemed to be transforming into the dao. It continuously transformed into golden ripples that spread outwards. The colors were beautiful, and it was as if an immortal technique was being displayed. Specks of golden light converged together.
"Wow, uncle, are you performing magic?" A boy ran over from the park. He blinked his eyes as he looked at the sarira that had turned into specks of light in his hand.
"It's so pretty. Uncle, can you teach me how to change? It's so magical and beautiful." The little boy was not shy at all and begged Ye Fan to teach him.
"It's much better than witnessing the miracles that happen every year in the Spring Festival Gala. I've long been sick of watching it," a few young people next to him said, joining in the fun.
"Hey, why is the space between your brows also shining? Is that phosphorus? Does it hurt?" A young man was quite curious, reaching out his hand to touch the divine flame between Ye Fan's brows.
"Ouch, it hurts." His hand hadn't even touched it, but he already felt as if he was being pricked by needles. He quickly withdrew his hand when he was still some distance away and shouted, "Brother, you really have perseverance. Don't you feel pain? Alas, it's not easy to do anything. "
Ye Fan didn't pay attention to them. He didn't care about how shocking it would be. He stared at the light overflowing from the sarira and watched them fly west. He stood up and chased after them.
His speed was extremely fast, disappearing into the distance like a gust of wind. The adorable child fell on his butt, leaving the young men and women stupefied.
The sarira was shining, converging into streaks of light that flowed in the direction where the sun set. It was extremely mysterious. Ye Fan was like the wind and lightning, leaving this city in the blink of an eye.
These specks of light were like golden butterflies. They didn't fly that fast, but they fluttered about as if they were alive. Ye Fan had enough time to catch up to them, and he even had time to experience them.
"There aren't any divine fluctuations, so it isn't a primordial spirit. There aren't any life imprints either, just a type of pure energy." He frowned slightly.
Ye Fan was extremely focused. He reached out his divine will and displayed his cultivation to observe every speck of light. He wanted to understand its source and know what it was exactly.
However, he was disappointed. This type of thing had nothing to do with reincarnation, and it didn't have any life imprints. It was just a type of pure energy and nothing else.
"No wonder even the ancient Buddha himself said that those who believe in it will have it, and those who don't, won't have it. Those who have reached his level of cultivation must have known that death is ultimately in vain."
The only thing Ye Fan didn't understand was why the old monk who had transformed into Dao wanted him to bring his sarira back to earth. What was the meaning of this? This was because he had already discovered that after a period of time, some of the specks of light would dim. They would either dissipate or sink into the mountains, rocks, and vegetation. Occasionally, some of the specks of light would be absorbed by some lucky people.
"Perhaps he saw a similar flower before he passed away, and even though he knew it wasn't him, he still wanted to get close to it."
Ye Fan was disappointed, but he still chased after it, wanting to see the final result. The speed at which these specks of light moved wasn't very fast for him. He only arrived in the west after a few days.
In front of him, the sea level was getting higher and higher. The vault of heaven seemed to have been washed by water. It was incomparably blue and sparkling like a sapphire. Occasionally, white clouds drifted by, clean and flawless. They were right above his head, as if he could touch them with his hand.
It wasn't easy to find such a natural place in the modern era where tall buildings stood in great numbers. The Tibetan area was sparsely populated, and there were many areas that humans hadn't set foot in yet.
However, just as he approached this high altitude area, the sarira in Ye Fan's hand was also exhausted. The last speck of light flew out and completely disappeared.
Ye Fan watched this last rain of light and saw that it didn't fly very far. In the end, it fell into the mountains, sank into the vegetation, and turned into nothingness.
He let out a long sigh. Although he knew that reincarnation was empty and impossible to exist, he still couldn't help but feel sad and disappointed. He had extinguished the last glimmer of hope in his heart.
The ancient saints of the Western Desert had completely disappeared from the world. Buddhas were nothing more than this, let alone mortals. In the end, they couldn't leave any traces behind.
Ye Fan knew that it was impossible for him to see his parents again. They were truly separated forever. Thinking of this, he was dejected and couldn't control himself.
He stood there motionless, almost petrified. What should he do? His mind was in chaos. He had no direction and felt that everything he did was meaningless.
After standing there for an unknown period of time, Ye Fan suddenly raised his head. He felt a faint fluctuation coming from the depths of the Tibetan area. There was a mysterious aura flowing.
"This is …" His eyes flashed as he looked at the land in front of him.
This feeling was hard to forget. He had experienced it before in the Western Desert. This mysterious fluctuation was almost the same as the fluctuation of Mount Meru. Ye Fan turned into a beam of light and rushed forward.
He entered the depths of the plateau's uninhabited area. At this moment, he felt a boundless fluctuation as if a vast body of water had burst its banks and rushed in all directions.
Ye Fan was shocked. This uninhabited area was too mysterious. Compared to what he had experienced in the Western Desert, the fluctuation wasn't much weaker. He almost thought that he was looking at Mount Meru from afar again.
However, it left as quickly as it came. The mysterious fluctuation was like a flood that was cut off by a sluice gate. In the blink of an eye, it stopped and disappeared completely. He couldn't sense it anymore.
"Where did it originate from?"
Ye Fan's powerful divine sense swept through the mountains and rivers, but he couldn't sense anything. This was a very strange experience.
The Tibetan area had always been mysterious. There were always some things that couldn't be explained clearly. Ye Fan chased all the way here but didn't see anything. He was bewildered.
"There are indeed many unsolved mysteries in the Tibetan area. The birthplace of Gautama Buddha no longer worships Buddha. This place has become a pure land. Could it be that something is hidden here?"
Ye Fan stood on a majestic mountain and looked down at the vast and mysterious ancient land. Not only did Buddhism take root here, but even the most mysterious ancient Kunlun of China was also here.
He moved forward and passed by many places. He passed through a large uninhabited area and finally arrived at a barrier between Tibet and the Tarim Basin — a section of the Kunlun Mountain Range.
Kunlun was the Mountain of Ten Thousand Ancestors. It was the number one sacred mountain in China. The Queen Mother of the West and the ancient immortals all came from here. In ancient China, it had the most revered and incomparable status.
However, after Ye Fan walked around for a while, he found that it was ordinary and there was nothing special. He didn't go deep into Xinjiang, nor did he go to the section of Qinghai. He returned to the Tibetan area.
This was because he didn't come to search for the secret of Kunlun. He only came to pursue Buddha. He didn't have any other thoughts. There was only sadness in his heart. How could he care about anything else?
Ye Fan came to Sala. Even though he didn't believe in the afterlife, he still wanted to give it a try. The vast fluctuation not long ago made it hard for him to let go.
He entered the Potala Palace. It was built against the mountain and had an imposing manner. Since ancient times, it had been the holy land of Buddhism in Tibet. It had an extraordinary status.
Ye Fan went in and out of many palaces. They were all important places that were not open to the public. However, he was disappointed. He didn't sense that kind of breath and couldn't find it.
Later, he entered the Jokhang Temple and the Xiaozhao Temple. He still didn't find anything in these two holy temples. There was only a trace of pure Psyche Power, but it couldn't be comparable to what he sensed not long ago.
One should know that the vastness was awe-inspiring. It was really comparable to Mount Meru. It was like a boundless ocean surging.
Not long after, he entered Sejie Temple, Yeba Temple, Zasang Temple, Sangye Temple, and other places. They were all the most famous ancient temples and holy temples. However, he still didn't find anything.
Ye Fan found that even today, there were people who worshiped Buddha. They had devout faith. They didn't burn incense, worship Buddha, or pray for peace. Unfortunately, he didn't see a single cultivator. Maybe there were some unknown ancient temples, but he didn't have the mood to look for them.
Ye Fan walked through the vast uninhabited area and revealed a strange expression. He occasionally saw some devout Tibetans. They were all very excited and said that Buddha was coming to the world.
He was very puzzled and asked around. Some said that the Pure Land of Buddha was opened and he sensed the Buddha's power. Some said that the Buddha was revived in the Saha World. Some said that the Buddhism was opened and the Dharma was revealed to the world.
Ye Fan shook his head and turned to leave. Although he was still very sad and sad, he walked out of his inner world. He knew that there were still things waiting for him to do.
He walked through a large area of the uninhabited area and saw some dilapidated ancient temples. They had long become ruins. He didn't expect to feel such strong waves in these places.
"Something's not right!"
Ye Fan suddenly felt that when he was sad like a mortal, he didn't feel anything. However, when he became a little more clear-headed and sensed carefully, there was something different in this land. It was actually suffocating him. It was targeting cultivators!
He couldn't help but look up at the sky and muttered to himself, "Is it Spirited Mountain or Kunlun Mountain? I'll have to find out in the future."
However, when he thought about how he couldn't even protect his parents after cultivating to this level, he became disheartened. Even if he could find the secret land, what use would it be?
The path to immortality was rugged. Whether it was to cut the Dao or to prove the Dao, he had to give up too much. However, in the end, he couldn't even protect his family. In the end, it really seemed meaningless.
Ye Fan walked back and was about to leave the Tibet area. When he passed by a stone mountain, he saw the ruins of an ancient temple. He suddenly felt that something was spying on him.
He turned around and walked towards the ruins of the ancient temple. He stared at a stone Buddha and approached it step by step. He felt that it was a bit inconceivable. In this Age of Dharma, he encountered a creature with Dao.
"Whoosh!"
Behind the stone Buddha, a purple light rushed out and entered the stone mountain.
Ye Fan raised his head and climbed up the stone mountain that was over a hundred meters in one step. He stared at a stone cave that was the size of a bowl. There was a palm-sized stone Buddha that blocked half of the cave entrance.
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