History is always moving forward, time has covered up how many barren truths, and the victors are always writing the stories of history to explain those truths. In the sky, the sun rises slightly from the east to illuminate the entire Western Desert, and the heat of the day dispels the cold of the night.

After Zhao Feng returned to the room, he fell directly on the bed, unconscious, and the blood on the corner of his mouth explained the injury of fighting Fakong.

The powerhouses in the world who have crossed the Five Realms, whether it is the Dao Gate or the Buddha Gate, or the Academy and the Demon Sect, are all existences that are close to the top, but they are still afraid that one person is the Master, and the highest person in the world is the one who is drunk close to the sky.

When Fakong walked out of the passage, Aoba was already standing next to the bronze bell, and there were countless Buddhist cultivators in the courtyard.

"Master," Aoba said with his hands folded and extremely respectful.

Fakong glanced at Aoba talkatively, then took a step and disappeared into the small Buddha temple, Aoba watched Fakong leave and didn't say anything, but turned around and walked to the big house in front.

When both Aoba and Hokong had left, the cultivators re-covered the iron gate with iron chains and disappeared into the small Buddha temple.

The big house in the small Buddha temple is not dedicated to the Buddha, nor to any Buddha, but to countless fierce beasts, these fierce beasts are carved lifelike, the face is terrifying, hideous, but the carved eyes are extremely docile.

And standing in the big house at this time, a monk has also achieved the position of a little Buddha, Aoba walked into the big house and saw that the monk sat directly on a futon without the slightest word, and turned his head to the Buddha beads in his hand.

"This city carries the darkness of the Buddha Gate, so can it be said that there are sins of the Buddha in every place in the entire Western Desert," the little Buddha said to the stone statues of the fierce beasts.

"If you look at it from the perspective of Dairinji Temple and Houshan, it's compassion to save the world, and if you look at it from their point of view, it's sin," Aoba replied.

"Thirty-six little Buddhas, eight true Buddhas of the same period as the Buddha, how many Vajra, Bodhisattvas, Big Buddhas, and Holy Buddhas were sacrificed or erased by Dalin Temple because of the Buddha's belief in saving the world," the little Buddha said, but there was sadness in his tone.

"The Buddha statue wants the world only to be happy, happy. Aoba said.

"That's the world that the Buddha wants, not the world that the people of the world want, so a thousand years ago, the Buddha failed, and Qingtian Haoyang succeeded," this little Buddha and Aoba discussed, if it is in the Buddha country or the world, it will definitely cause an uproar.

"If you're not the most senior little Buddha in Dalin Temple, what you just said is enough to make you die countless times," Aoba said with a little displeasure.

"Haha," the little Buddha laughed, and his smile was so helpless and sad, as if he had gone through countless hard years.

"How many truths have been hidden in the history erased by the victory, the night of a hundred years, and the turbulent years of nine hundred years. At that time, the senior brother was the most optimistic disciple of the Buddha and had high hopes, and in the end he did not betray Buddhism and enter the academy, and the second gentleman of the academy was called the reincarnation of the true god, and finally saw that the page placed on the holy religion was not yet entered the academy, in the end, it was in all its calculations," the little Buddha said helplessly.

"Calculate it, and it's already in the world," Aoba said.

"But it will come back, and the world originally belongs to it, and the divine seat in the divine kingdom above the nine heavens belongs to it," the little Buddha said excitedly.

"You're overdoing it, Ananda Ancestor," Aoba said.

Ananda is the ninth disciple of the Buddha and the most unsuccessful disciple of the Buddha in the eyes of the world, but no one thought that Ananda was still alive and still in the position of the little Buddha for a thousand years. But whether it is the Holy Buddha of the Burning Lamp in the back mountain, or the abbot of Dalin Temple and the first seat of the lecture, they all respect Ananda very much, and at this time, Ananda is like an ordinary little Buddha, without any breath, but Aoba knows that the realm of Ananda Little Buddha is also beyond the five realms, and it is the peak.

Ananda Buddha calmed down the excitement and put his hands together and said, "Amitabha"

"Ananda Ancestor, don't forget the purpose of your coming here," Aoba said as he looked at the already calm Ananda Buddha.

"What I promised him will be done, and I only hope that what he promised me will be done," Ananda said with bitterness in his tone.

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Little Buddha City Inn.

"Is Zhao Gongzi awake?" asked Long Xiaoyu in Zhao Feng's words.

Zhao Feng, who was lying in a coma on the bed, opened his eyes slightly when he heard Long Xiaoyu's voice, and teased the true qi in * before replying, "Wake up, Xiaoyu is in trouble?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I saw that you didn't go down for breakfast and came to call you," Long Xiaoyu said.

"Got it, I'll go down right away," Zhao Feng said as he looked at the dusty white shirt

"Okay" Long Xiaoyu heard it and left

Zhao Feng changed into a white shirt, then washed his face with water, then pushed open the door and went to the hall.

The people of the caravan in the hall were sitting together in twos and threes, eating and chatting, and when they saw Zhao Feng coming down, they all got up to greet and salute, after all, Zhao Feng had saved them.

"Here, here Zhao Gongzi" Long Xiaoyu saw Zhao Feng come down and waved his hand and shouted

When Zhao Feng saw it, he walked over directly, and Long Xiaoyu was sitting at the same table with Long Tian and Fu Bo.

Long Tian and Fu Bo also saluted when they saw Zhao Feng and asked, "Zhao Gongzi, look at your face, didn't you sleep well last night?"

At this time, Zhao Feng's face was a little pale and his steps were a little vain, which was also the reason why he was slightly injured after fighting Fakong.

"It's nothing," Zhao Feng said with a smile.

"Well, if Zhao Gongzi has any needs, just look for me or Fu Bo," Long Tian said, and Fu Bo also nodded.

"Thank you," Zhao Feng said.

After eating breakfast in a harmonious atmosphere, Zhao Feng meandered his way down Long Xiaoyu's words to go shopping in Little Buddha City and returned to the room to recover the injuries in his body.

For the remaining two days, Zhao Feng stayed in his room to recover the injuries and true qi in his body, and then looked at the direction of the Little Buddha Temple at night and was silent.

The history of Buddhism in the Little Buddha Temple surprised Zhao Feng incomparably, even if Zhao Feng hadn't fully digested the information in his heart now, the darkness of Buddhism was even more terrifying than the Qingtian Divine Sect or the Tuoba Holy Sect. The huge Buddhist force hidden under the mercy of the Western Desert is like a giant tree that covers the sky, and what the Buddha's situation is, Zhao Feng does not know, but the Buddha's purpose is the wooden sword in Loulan's hand that is the same as his hand.

From the memory of his reappearance after being injured in Mingwu City, he knew the origin of the wooden sword, and Zhao Feng also vaguely guessed his identity, but he didn't dare to confirm it, after all, he didn't know the history that had disappeared for a hundred years.

Maybe when you really enter the ancient city of Loulan, you will uncover a part of the hundred-year history, and when you really see the layout of the Buddha, you will dare to determine your identity.

"The road ahead is getting harder and harder, but this is how I have come from birth to now," Zhao Feng said to himself as he looked at the night sky

"You will know your identity during your trip to the Western Desert, and you will know the mission you are going to carry," the voice of the elder Taizu of the Great Song Dynasty in the Lanwan Secret Realm muttered to himself.