Ye Wuwu looked at the woman named Maggie Ami in front of him and rubbed his eyebrows.

What caught his eye was a face that could not be described, and could only be described by the word "beautiful".

Born in the grasslands of the Western Regions, but there are a few traces of being polished by the sun, and compared to the women on the grassland, the skin is not rough.

But compared with the women in the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, they have a little more unique temperament that belongs to the nomadic family.

I have to say that Cang Yangcuo's vision is not bad, this is Ye Wuwu's inner thoughts.

At this moment, Maggie Ami gently jumped off the bluestone bank, put her hands behind her back, and walked towards Ye Wuwu with a curious expression.

Ye Wuwu said helplessly: "You're not afraid of me? Why don't you ask who I am first? ”

Maggie Ami chuckled, then pointed a finger at her head.

"I can feel it here, you don't mean it."

Immediately, Maggie Ami's words changed, and there was a hint of cunning in her eyes, and she said.

"Did the monk call you?"

Ye Wuwu nodded, facing this kind of intelligent woman, Ye Wuwu felt very comfortable in his heart.

At least it's a lot easier to communicate.

And he didn't stage a Qiong Yao drama as he imagined in his mind, otherwise, Ye Wuwu couldn't bear it.

But who knows, seeing Ye Wuwu nodding, Maggie Ami's expression seemed to be a little embarrassed.

Ye Wuwu was confused for a while.

What's wrong, isn't this a Qiong Yao drama, but a bitter drama?

In fact, Maggie Ami doesn't love Cangyangcuo at all, and it has been Cangyangcuo's wishful thinking from beginning to end.

"What's happened to the stinky monk?"

After a moment of silence, Maggie Ami still asked.

Ye Wuwu breathed a sigh of relief and thought for a while. ，

"That monk will become a Buddha in two days."

Maggie Ami nodded, and then quietly waited for Ye Wuwu's next step.

However, Ye Wuwu did not follow.

The two stared at each other for a long time, and then Maggie Amimei was stunned and said.

"It's gone? That's what the monk called you to say? Nothing else? ”

Ye Wuwu looked stunned for a moment, and then became a little worried.

yes, what am I doing here? Who called me here?

Oh, it was the lotus pond that called me.

I didn't say anything.

Ye Wuwu thought for a while, and then said.

"Is there anything you'd like me to bring for you?"

Maggie Ami suddenly laughed.

She stood in front of Ye Wuwu, covered her mouth and chuckled, smiling, very happy.

But Ye Wuwu always felt a little sad to see.

After a while, Maggie Ami stopped, looked at Ye Wuwu, and blinked.

"Then help me with a word, just say it."

Maggie Ami tapped her forehead lightly with one hand, and then continued.

"Let's just say that after becoming a Buddha, read more Buddhist scriptures every day, and don't think about me anymore."

Ye Wuwu wrote it down in his heart, and then asked.

"Anything else?"

"And? What else could there be? ”

Having said that, Maggie Ami tilted her head and thought about it again, and then asked a little tentatively.

"If you can, let that stinky monk write another poem before he becomes a Buddha, I like his poems very much, I'm afraid he won't be able to write them after he becomes a Buddha."

Ye Wuwu nodded, hugged his fists and smiled.

"I know, the words will be brought for you, as for whether the stinky monk can write poems, I don't dare to guarantee it."

After speaking, Ye Wuwu turned around and wanted to leave.

But he was stopped by Maggie Ami.

Ye Wuwu turned his head, but saw the other party's face angry.

"Stinky monk is also your name? Only I can scream! Others cannot. ”

Ye Wuwu: "......"

After returning to the tribe and saying hello to the patriarch, Ye Wuwu embarked on the journey back with the lotus pond again.

The tribal patriarch also seemed to be relieved at this moment, and his attitude was much more relaxed than before.

He really thought that Ye Wuwu, the "elder brother", was coming to bring people back.

Maggie Ami is the great beauty of their tribe, and when the patriarch came to the tribe from the other party, he regarded it as a master, how could he let outsiders snatch it.

The cabbage in your own house must not be taken away by foreign pigs.

Regarding the inner drama of this small tribe patriarch, Ye Wuwu naturally didn't know.

Ye Wuwu calculated the time, there was still about a day and a half to go, and he didn't know if he could rush back before Cangyangcuo's empowerment.

Buddha empowerment, reincarnation of living Buddha.

After the empowerment, he became a Buddha, but whether it was Cangyangcuo or not, Ye Wuwu does not know.

……

With a hint of morning sunshine, the third day soon arrived.

This day is the most solemn day in the past 100 years.

Countless eminent monks and disciples of Buddhism all looked solemn at this moment, and a group of people among them walked towards the Buddha Palace on the snowy mountain.

It is the most important Buddhist palace in the entire Western Regions.

Brada Palace.

Except for the time when the Buddha holds a grand ceremony, it is not open to the public, and the only people who can freely enter and exit this Buddha palace on weekdays are some Buddhist elders, sect masters, and the Buddha Cangyangcuo, who has been praised by countless people in the Western Regions.

And on this day, the Buddha Sect has already sent a message to the outside world, and a simple sentence is enough to make countless devout believers look excited.

In the Buddhist grand ceremony of the Brada Palace, 180 eminent monks gave the empowerment of the Buddha and sat down to become a Buddha.

Because of this news, the number of believers who come here today is three times as many as in the past.

But because of this great matter, those believers were blocked from the heavenly path, and even the outermost Buddha Palace could not enter.

Even so, the devout did not complain in the slightest.

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, along with the early sun, the red robe that has been here for a long time has already been dyed white by the flying snow at this moment.

The figure finally moved at this moment.

Cang Yangcuo slowly opened his eyes, looking at the foot of the mountain, and there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in his gray eyes.

In front of him, a figure walked slowly.

Cang Yangcuo opened his eyes and looked, but then, there was a faint trace of disappointment in his eyes.

The one who came was not the one he had met.

Rather, it was a monk who, like him, wore a red robe.

The suzerain of Buddhism, Ngawang Lo.

If Ye Wuwu was here at this moment, he could see at a glance that this Buddha Sect Master was a strong man who had reached the Dengfeng realm.

Moreover, it is also the pinnacle of the Dengfeng realm.

At this moment, with Ngawang Luo's coming, the silent ice and snow along the road actually melted away one by one at this moment, and behind him, there was a faint shadow of a lotus flower.

Step by step.

Ngawang Luo clasped his hands together at this moment, looked at the disciple in front of him, who had been the most outstanding but most regrettable disciple of the Buddha Sect for decades, and sighed softly.

But then, Ngawangro said softly.

"But I'm ready."

Although he was asking a question, his tone revealed that he could not refuse.

Cang Yangcuo nodded slightly, and slowly got up, the snow on his body fell suddenly at this moment, revealing the red monk's robe that was originally covered.

Ah Wangluo was in front, Cangyangcuo was behind, two red robes, and they walked down the mountain step by step, towards the Brada Palace.

The snow-capped mountains are steep, the mountain roads are rugged, and the two don't know how long they have been walking, maybe for an hour, maybe for two hours?

It's just that in the end, Cang Yangcuo felt the person in front of him pause, and he looked up, but only saw the familiar majestic Buddha Palace.

Through the gate of the Buddha Palace, Cangyangcuo can faintly see more than 100 monks sitting in it.

Ngawangro glanced at the other party again at this moment, and then stepped into the door.

Cang Yangcuo looked back at this moment and looked down the mountain.

Standing here, it was much closer than the top of the mountain, but those believers were all stopped in the outermost Buddha Palace, so Cangyangcuo couldn't see anything.

He stood in front of the door, but there was a smile on his lips.

He read silently in a voice that only he could hear.

"A Buddha is a Buddha, and I am me."

"The Buddha is ruthless, but people are affectionate."

Cang Yangcuo put away his smile, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

"I am the Buddha."