Legend of the Great Saint

Daimonfan was cold in his heart.

As the sky darkened, a round of red sun had fallen into the sea and the western sun was still burning.

Suddenly she felt a little cooler in the evening sea breeze and couldn't help but recall the cold wind outside Black Cloud City, the horrible demon, and his shadow facing the demon, and the screams of hundreds of thousands of generals calling for the tsunami - Li Qingshan!

Strangely, the only scene that was deeply imprinted in her mind was the one that had experienced so much excitement and was all blurred out. Rather, it was this scene that was so profound that it blurred everything else.

Face Li Qingshan? Don't joke! ’

Dai Mengfan shook her head, and the reason why she dared to fully implement the order of Hailing's reverence was also calculated. Li Qingshan could never return to the human path. Otherwise, the Abnegation Palace would immediately send the Six-Dinger God to kill, and even send down a true immortal.

Even if Li Qingshan sneaks into Vientiane City, there is still a town in the city that belongs to Hailing, plus Zongmen's Mountain Guard Formation, even the evil gods will not escape.

The only chance of goodbye, I'm afraid, is on the magic battlefield.

As far as she knew, the demons were retreating throughout the line, giving way to vast areas of territory, and countless monks of pure soil were leaving to purify the land and reclaim the lost land. Such a step backwards, there will certainly be no more wars in a short time.

Anyway, this “master sister" did not do it, so instead of fearing the tiger after the wolf, let go, use this identity to get the most resources, and build the fairy as soon as possible. So the heavens and earth robbery temporarily had a power to protect themselves. Even if they hit Li Qingshan again, they could at least protect themselves, even World War I!

‘No, never mind, I'd better stay away from him! ’

Dai Mengfan's mind appeared in Li Qingshan's face to the back of the demon, and immediately dismissed the idea of war with him.

Immortals are noble, not evil gods can compare, porcelain can hardly touch.

In short, even though Li Qingshan was vicious again, she looked like a tiger locked up in a cage and couldn't hurt a single hair.

Thinking about it, she slowly let go of her heart and smiled proudly.

“Huh, like being a demon! ”

……

Baihua Garden, Li Fengyuan returned to the bodhi tree, Nguyen Yaozhu has left.

Cabernet Sauvignon is burning out and the sky is dark. The garden was silent, and the wind blew grass and trees, and the wind roared.

She expelled all the disciples from the Garden before returning to the cave, lest she should be involved.

He could see that the disciples loved her very much, and many knelt down and begged her not to do so, almost all crying, seemingly living and dying. Others stare hard at themselves, full of hostility.

She also wept. However, stubbornness is good, stubbornness is dull, and she has never been an easy person to change her mind.

Li Fengyuan stroked the rough trunk of the Bodhi tree and couldn't help but sigh. She was doomed to suffer for this choice.

But she's not the only one suffering in this world? How much pain should the person whom she trusts to hope suffer?

“Everyone suffers! ”

Sunset stars rise and the stars shine. Li Fengyuan looked away at the star in the sky.

“Big Daddy, now that you've made your choice to bear the pain of life, let me help you! ”

So he shook his body and sat down under the Bodhi tree, hands together ten, Bao Xiang solemnly.

Slowly close your eyes and see another layer of smoke cloud spinning in front of your eyes, waving your wings.

Time, clouds, waves and waves at the end of the cloud sea, is a mountain of snow, and the highest peak is like a lotus flower.

“Where the lotus blooms.” Li Fengyuan muttered to himself, he had not seen such a scene for the first time, but every time he saw it, he felt shocked.

The red sun rises east and shines through the sea of the clouds, hanging over the “lotus flower”, dyeing the snow mountain into a golden red, like a golden lotus.

That "lotus flower" also became more and more brilliant, as the light shadow changed, as if all the time was blooming, releasing a thousand pieces of Xia Guang Wan Dao and Rui Cai, brilliant and sacred.

Li Qingshan is no stranger to this scene. This is the "Lingshan" he pushed down with his own hands.

But for some reason, it also stood.

Li Fengyuan's wings vibrated and broke into the sky, leaving a long trench on the cloud sea.

Coming to the top of Ling Shan, the summit of the mountain is situated in a rehabilitative palace, the famous Temple of the Great Thunder Sound in Ling Shan.

The real name is "The Temple of the Rotten Door", meaning "Never tired of giving".

Li Fengyuan has always preferred his real name - Bushi Buddha, universal life, never tired of it.

Looking down from the clouds, people came and went from the temple, and many monks walked, some meditating, some talking about scripture, some practicing divinity. Or moving or quiet, it's all a thriving scene, where there's a slight depression.

Li Fengyuan descended from the sky and walked slowly between them, sometimes stopping to listen to a scripture, or seriously admiring a mural, gradually appearing a peaceful smile on his face.

Only from close quarters, these monks are not dressed much like ordinary monks, basically barefoot like bitter monks, dressed very old-fashioned, many with long hair and beard. And none of the monks noticed Li Fengyuan's presence. Even if they looked at him, they would see through him.

Boom, boom, boom!

Behind him suddenly came heavy steps, a dark shadow covering him.

Li Fengyuan did not hide. A vajra, dressed in a skirt, walked through him carrying dozens of talented giant trees, making great strides towards the palace of the great male treasure under construction not far away.

Like a phantom, or a dream. This is a distant past, the origin of that rotten temple.

Over the years, Li Fengyuan has been immersed in it - studying the original scriptures, practicing the ancient divinity, understanding the laws of meditation - with endless revelations. And most importantly, watching that rotten temple build on the desert of ice and snow.

Brick by brick, grass by tree, a large hall, a bell tower, a treasure tower. Everything that was eventually destroyed by Li Qingshan.

Li Fengyuan clearly knew that Lingshan had been overthrown, that the temple had been destroyed and would never be rebuilt. So looking at everything here, I often feel sad coming from it. It's like looking at a little baby, how to croak, how to cry, how to curiously open your eyes to gauge the world, how to run, play, learn… Yet “he” is long dead, long before it's destroyed.

The pillage is round, living in the bad sky; there is no way out of cosmic dust sand.

“Even the immortal phoenix has an old day! ”

As he thought, the scenery in front of him became blurred. He suddenly realized that he was already in tears, unconsciously.