The sound of footsteps gradually went away, but the elder elder did not rest. He went to the ground and looked at an unknown star in the sky.
The stars are getting brighter and brighter.
That star is Sirius.
I don't know when to start, the power of that star is getting stronger and stronger.
Even, the stars of the entire sky must be swallowed by it.
And this star is who the symbol is, but the elders have never speculated.
Fang Cai, the elder elder did not tell Ye Beiming that the heaviest scar in front of him came from the time of deduction of this star.
"It's a blessing or a curse, a man or a woman ... Brother, if you were, what would you do?"
The elder sighed, and the man stood as if he had settled in the ground, without moving for a long time.
The night is as cold as water.
The stars are mottled, and countless stars, like a jade belt, span the entire sky.
Ji Rumo also watched the sky in the night after striking Zen clothes.
In addition to the earth's sky, on the thirty-three days, there are the same effects of different tunes, with a more vast sky boundless sky.
"That star ..."
Ji Rumo's eyes moved slightly, and he saw the horizon, with a newborn baby star.
It does n’t matter if it ’s the earth, or the sky ’s dome, it all comes from the power of the stars.
Ji Rumo joined Buddhism for hundreds of years and observed the sky dome for many years. It was the first time that the young star was discovered.
He pinched his fingers, and he heard a voice in his mind.
"Rush, come quickly."
That voice came from a person in the ancient Buddha.
Ji Rumo had to look at the young star, put down his hand, and got up to go to the ancient Buddha.
In front of a thatched cottage, a few clumps of thin bamboos, and a white hosta flower with just the right growth.
The flowers are blooming and the fragrance is constant. Occasionally, a hosta has fallen off the branches and landed on a green futon.
There was no one on the blue futon, as if waiting for guests.
There was no one around, but there seemed to be a Sanskrit curl.
Ji Rumo stepped forward and sat in front of the futon.
He glanced at the hosta flower, picked it up, and hid it in the sleeve.
"Disciples Ru Mo came to meet."
"Ru Mo, you look at the sky's dome at night, but you will find that there will be a big event in 33 days."
The ancient Buddha never appeared, but his voice was everywhere again and again.
"The disciples are stupid and never found out."
There is no strange color between Ji Rumo and Yu Meiyu.
Heaven cannot be spied on. Before joining the Buddhist sect, Ji Rumo was a prophet and could reckon on the world.
But after joining the Buddhism, he knew that the heavens were invisible, and that the Buddhism's children should not arbitrarily interfere in the world.
For this reason, even if the prophet is like him, he will not spy on the secret of the world's general situation every day.
It stands to reason that several ancient Buddhas of the Buddhism thought the same way, but I don't know why today, they suddenly passed him to ask questions.
Ji Rumo thought in his heart, but his face was as smooth as a well.
"In the thirty-three days, the bright collar, the Tianhe is about to fall. You hurried to the bright collar to explore the birthplace of the new river."
The ancient Buddha ordered, Ji Rumo was slightly surprised.
The bright collar is one of thirty-three, and there is the bright fairy emperor sitting in the town.
Recently, there have been remote transmissions on the thirty-three days. There are ninety-nine places with Feng Tianling appearing in the world.
The falling of the old sky and the ascending of the new earth means that there should be thirty-three days of territorial sky falling, but I didn't expect that the new master has not ascended. The bright collar has already fallen.
Feng Tianling ... The ninety-nine places of the new soaring, who will fall in the end, Ji Rumo's heart is vaguely disturbed.
"One thing about Rumo is unknown."
Despite the order, Ji Rumo hesitated and did not act immediately.
"But it's okay to ask."
The sound of the ancient Buddha is empty and everywhere.
"Buddhism has always ignored the world, why this time ..."
Ji Rumo hesitated.
These ancient Buddhas of Buddhism are outsiders, and they are rarely born.
The fall of the bright collar, although it is a major event, but the Buddhism and the bright collar have no friendship, so it should be reasonable that they should not intervene.
As for the place where the new river is born, although important, it is only the birth of the new 33 days. Unless the field of the new soaring day will affect the existence of Buddhism, the ancient Buddha has no reason to intervene.
"What you think is the worry of my Buddha."
The ancient Buddha answered in a few words, but Ji Rumo was shocked.
On the day of the new birth, instead of the sky falling from the bright collar, which of the ninety-nine places that soared, would actually affect the Buddha Sect?
How can this be?
In the past few thousand years, there are not many people and forces carrying the soaring Heavenly Order soaring, but have they never seen a party or person influence the existence of Buddhism?
"Ruming leads the life."
When Ji Rumo listened, he nodded and wanted to get up and leave.
"Remember, as soon as a new river appears, please inform us quickly."
The voice of the ancient Buddha still echoed behind him.
Ji Rumo nodded and walked away quickly.
After leaving the place of the ancient Buddha, Ji Rumo found out that his Zen clothing was already wet.
I was blown by the wind, and my back was chilly.
Ji Rumo couldn't help but smile bitterly, how many years he has not been as simple as it is today.
Feitian's move was unexpectedly coming soon.
It's just that the heavenly order of the sweets in the eyes of the world is still safe.
Xiaoyueyue, are you well?
Ji Rumo thought about it, but he heard a faint fragrance floating behind him.
He suddenly recovered, looking back.
But seeing a beautiful woman, came slowly from a short distance.
The corner of Ji Rumo's mouth didn't feel up, but in the eyes of the disciples, the smile on the handsome face with few expressions changed, but there was a little more smile from the spring breeze.
He stretched his legs and reached the front of the person.
The beautiful lady struck the moon-white zen clothes, but there was a gilt golden Buddha mark between her eyebrows. No fat powder was applied on the face, but it was like a jade plate, Dai Qingmei, with beads and lips. What is the time now?
"Yunsheng."
Ji Rumo's voice was warm, like the spring breeze in April, gently brushing the branches of willow, unconsciously, it was another good spring.
Yun Sheng looked up and saw his friend Ji Rumo standing in front.
There were two pear vortices in the corner of her mouth, and she smiled.
"Rumo, long time no see."
Several disciples of Buddhism passed by, and when they saw these two, they couldn't help looking away.
Yun Sheng and Ji Rumo, both of whom are famous figures in Buddhism.
In terms of identity, Ji Rumo is even better. He is the envoy of the Buddha.
As for Yun Sheng, it was said that she had just joined the Buddhism shortly afterwards. But when she came, she was deeply respected by the precepts of the Buddha.
These two people are the characters on the top of the wind and waves, but they are also cold temperaments. When they see the Buddhist sect disciples on weekdays, they have no expression.
Unexpectedly, the two were actually old friends.
When Ji Rumo saw Yunsheng's non-greasy powder, the jade figure appeared a bit thin in plain clothes. He quietly took out the hosta from his robe and put it on Yunsheng's hairpin.