The auctions came to an end one after another, and Tang Lin auctioned a lot of precious materials, even if the refining failed, he could still put together a set of flags and flag plates, which could allow him to arrange the formation.

And the final treasure of the auction, the 10,000-year-old eagle flower, was finally purchased by Tang Lin's senior brother after fierce competition.

This little flower was sold for a high price of more than 90 million spirit stones, with Tang Lin's background, they were all secretly surprised, you know, ordinary shackle realm powerhouses are bankrupt, and they may not be able to get together 30 million spirit stones.

However, when he saw Senior Brother Qian's face aching and shouting the price, Tang Lin also guessed in his heart that this was only half of this senior brother's property, after all, he was a disciple of the Buddha, and he had been cultivating for endless years, and his savings were still very strong.

Tang Lin didn't make a bid, not to mention that he didn't have a strong enough flame in his hand to smelt this 10,000-year-old Eagle Flower. Even if there is, the half-immortal weapons used to refine it can't attract him, after all, he has two immortal weapons of his own, the Xuanmu Gate is used to attack, and the ruthless immortal mansion is defensive, which is enough.

After the auction, Tang Lin and Senior Brother Qian separated, each went to buy some auxiliary materials, and then returned to the mountain gate together.

Tang Lin handed over the materials to Senior Brother Qian, and asked him to help refine a few flags and flag plates, if you want to arrange the formation, it is far from enough to just have flags and flag plates, and you also need the method of arranging the formation, so Tang Lin is not worried, this senior brother will see the difference.

After doing this, Tang Lin lived in the Buddhist gate, waiting for the news of the opening of the gate of the fairy realm, while studying the peerless knowledge on the "Great Sun Buddhist Sutra".

Time passes.

Ten years have passed in a trance.

For Tang Lin, who is immersed in cultivation, ten years is like a day, in the past ten years, he has seen the "Great Day Buddhist Sutra" seventy-seven eighty-eight, the various supernatural powers recorded in this supreme secret book of Buddhism are broad and profound, and there are tens of thousands of small supernatural powers alone. Such as Tianyantong, Tianertong, Six Fingers and so on.

On this day, the Buddha suddenly used a voice transmission to summon Tang Lin.

When Tang Lin came to the Inner Hall of the Ancient Buddha, he saw a spacious courtyard blooming with colorful glow. It was filled with a rich fairy aura, like white mist clouds, floating in the courtyard.

As soon as Tang Lin came in, he didn't know why in his heart, and he was suddenly full of nervousness, as if something had sprouted out.

Before he could salute the Buddha, he smelled a familiar faint fragrance wafting from the water of the pool next to him, and at the same time. There was a smoky golden glow, and in the depths of this glow there was a faint human figure, from a sitting position, slowly standing up, stretching his arms.

That familiar figure......

Tang Lin's mind suddenly went blank, everything in front of him disappeared, only the Miaoman figure shrouded in golden glow slowly stood up from a nine-leaf lotus platform. Happily stretching his arms.

The man who is engraved in the depths of his memory......

A stream of heat surged up Tang Lin's throat, as if it was blocked. A thousand words, he couldn't say it for a while, and after a long time, he shouted out one word in a daze: "Sister-"

The Miaoman figure on the lotus platform sensed the sound and looked at Tang Lin. As the golden glow gradually dissipated, a beautiful cheek was revealed in the clouds and mist, and the clear eyes, with a little curiosity, fell on Tang Lin.

"Who are you?" she said, curious and naïve. Tilting his head, he said.

In an instant, Tang Lin's heart seemed to sink deep and fell to the bottom of the abyss.

The man who was so familiar that it seemed to be engraved in his heart stood in front of him and asked curiously, "Who are you?"

Who are you......

Tang Lin's throat seemed to be dry, his heart was hollowed out, and there was only this one sentence left in his ears: Who are you?

The voice of the Tianyin Buddha came from the side: "Now that she has been resurrected, according to what was said at the beginning, after the resurrection, she will recover the memory before reincarnation, that is an experience, if you want to try to awaken her memory, then her cultivation may be wasted." ”

Tang Lin bit his lip slightly, lowered his head, and as far as his eyes could see, there was only a small piece of land in front of his feet.

After a long time, he said, "I know." When these words were spoken, his voice was a little hoarse, as if his throat had been sawed open.

Tianyin Buddha sighed lightly and said, "Fate is born and fate is extinguished, everything is empty, and you don't have to be too persistent." ”

Tang Lin nodded silently.

The beautiful woman on the lotus platform fell beside the Buddha in a fluttering manner, bowed to Yingying, and said crisply: "I have seen the master." ”

The Buddha smiled slightly, and said kindly: "In the future, you will be in charge of the Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha Hall, and you will be appointed as the hall master!"

The Qingli woman was taken aback, and then said in surprise: "Thank you, master." ”

The Buddha glanced at Tang Lin next to him, sighed lightly, and said to the Qingli woman: "Xiaoling, this is my lay disciple, there is no Buddha name, you just call him Tang Lin." ”

The Qingli woman looked at Tang Lin curiously and said, "Tang Lin?" Her eyebrows frowned slightly, as if she was thinking.

Seeing this scene, Tang Lin's heart moved, and he couldn't help but look at her expectantly.

After a while, the Qingli woman nodded and smiled, and said, "This name is very good, the first time we met, my name is Cailing." ”

A trace of disappointment flashed in Tang Lin's eyes, he forced a smile, and said, "I will give me more advice in the future, and I will leave first." After speaking, he left the back hall directly.

After waiting for a hundred years, Tang Lin was happy to finally see the second sister resurrected, but seeing the second sister standing in front of him like this, the familiar eyebrows vaguely reminded him of when he was a child, together with his eldest brother Tang Long, the three of them secretly went to the neighbor's house to steal it.

It's just that she doesn't remember anymore......

Tang Lin was a little sad in his heart, but in the end, the resurrection of the second sister was a good thing, and he should slowly get used to the strange eyes of the other party in the future.

He did not return to his place of residence, but absentmindedly walked to a top of the mountain, looking at the sea of clouds in the distance, his thoughts fluctuated, and a white figure suddenly flashed in his mind, beautiful and elegant.

"The ...... of the Nine Princesses"

Tang Lin silently looked into the distance, a hundred years have passed, and the shadow that was deeply remembered at the beginning seems to have faded a lot.

He couldn't help but think that he had made a promise a hundred years ago to forget this woman, unless the sun and the moon were reversed and people came back from the dead!

The resurrection of the second sister Tang Xiaofeng caused a lot of impact and perception to Tang Lin, he silently looked into the distance, and the clouds and mist covered the sky.

"The past is like smoke......"

After a long time, Tang Lin muttered, and the confused look in his eyes was swept away, revealing unprecedented clarity.

He grasped the palm of his hand, and his vitality condensed into a sword.

A lift, a stroke, an oblique stab, a whirl.

His body seemed to merge with the breeze, and the swordsmanship danced by itself, and the raising and trajectory of each sword could be seen, but if you looked at it from a distance, you would find that each sword brought a series of afterimages, like a dream. (To be continued.) )