"Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom..."

The white clouds are long, the heavy bells, the peak pagoda of the Fanyin Temple is bathed in the ethereal clouds, as if a compassionate giant Buddha looks at the sea of red dust and bitterness, thousands of years down, the vicissitudes of the world are also like the clouds and dogs rolling by, the years have not stayed for anyone after all.

There was a fine smell of sandalwood wafting in the air, coming into the nose, and someone seemed to be talking next to him in a drowsy state, the voice was quite familiar, and it sounded a little anxious, "Mother, why hasn't he woken up yet?"

A gentle palm swam over him to check, and there was a faint warmth coming from the palm, and then, it seemed that someone looked at him, and sighed softly, "Chen'er is so seriously injured, but fortunately, he is strong and strong, if he is an ordinary person, I am afraid that he will die a long time ago, how can we stand it, we can do everything we can do, now we can only rely on his own creation." ”

"Mother, what do the masters of Fanyin Temple say?" another soft voice sounded next to him.

"Chen'er's body is disordered, and there are many strange forces in his body, except for himself, no one knows what is going on, and the bell must be tied to the bell, and the master of burning pain said that to resolve his injuries, he has to wait until he wakes up to make a decision. ”

"But he has been in a coma for more than a month......"

A wave of dizziness hit his head, and he didn't hear the words clearly, only in a daze, thinking quietly, are these voices the senior mother and senior sister?

This was Lin Chen's last thought, and after that, he lost consciousness again.

This sleep, and I don't know how much time has passed, during which he has woken up several times, but all of them are a moment after waking up and immediately falling asleep, in a trance, he only remembers that there are always people waiting beside him, it seems that many people have come to see him, quietly come, quietly go, changed wave after wave, the deepest impression is a pair of familiar eyes as clear as stars.

The sky is bright, the morning is slightly cold, and the surroundings are quiet.

A gentle ray of sunlight shone through the thin curtain of the window and onto his face, and the closed eyes moved slightly.

Who could that be?

I don't know how long it took, when Lin Chen woke up quietly, such a thought passed through his mind.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a few upside-down tower incense sticks that were waving up light smoke, hanging on the hanging beam, looking through the flying white mist, falling to the dome, and a big Buddhist mantra "swastika" word, forming a square beam, lying there, just a glance, it made people feel solemn, Lin Chen maintained a flat lying posture, quietly looked at the roof above for a while, supported to sit up, but the action affected the injury, severe pain, burst from the chest, and then the whole body, a sore. Even if he is as strong as him, he can't help but gasp.

He frowned, leaned against the wall, and looked around, this was obviously a meditation room in the temple, the room was quite spacious, with blue brick paving, paved pavement, paulownia lacquer door, in addition to the bed he was lying on, there was a low table in front of him, surrounded by four old futons, and there were teapots and cups on the table, his eyes fell on the walls on both sides, but he saw that there was a statue of Arhat Vajra Treasure with different postures, which was a little yellow because of the age, and some even lost the paint and disappeared in the time, leaving a hazy shadow in vain, which made people think.

There are four large red lacquered pillars standing in the four corners of the room, which properly support the four corners of the swastika on the roof, which looks quite ghostly, and under the curtain of the pillars, there is an ever-bright lamp hanging upside down, the oil pan is sufficient, and there is a subtle light sound from time to time in the beating of the wick.

Such a simple and tidy Zen room, Lin Chen is no stranger, obviously he is in a certain place in the Fanyin Temple, the scenes in his memory, little by little, surging, he smiled slightly bitterly, that day after the Luo seniors of Qionghua Palace came, he could no longer suppress the injuries in his body and fainted, but seeing that he was here at the moment, his heart was a little relieved, obviously everyone also returned to the Fanyin Temple safely, without the operation of the witchcraft array, presumably the demon tide has also receded, this catastrophe, is it over?

He thought quietly, but there was always a haze hidden in his heart, and he didn't know if it was because of the pure and strong Buddhist power printed on his chest, or because of the deep look at him before Emperor Wu left.

"Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom..."

It seemed to be a low bell echoing in the sky, coming slowly, waking him up from his trance, the morning bell was melodious, from far and near, slowly knocked into his heart, he listened attentively, until the sound gradually faded away, exhaled deeply, slowly got out of bed, walked to the low table, the cold tea touched his chapped lips, slowly into his throat, the fiery pain in the dry throat, suddenly eased a little, he coughed a few times, reluctantly walked to the half-open and half-hidden door, and pushed open the two wooden doors.

With a squeaky low and laborious sound, a trace of white light slowly amplified, and the blue sky and white sun slowly appeared in front of him.

A round of rising sun slowly poked its head out from the east, the warm light sprinkled to the earth, everything in heaven and earth seemed to gradually wake up, the white clouds fluttered, the tired birds began to rise, the grass and trees condensed beads, and even the breeze blowing, it seemed to have a faint smell of grass and fresh land, which made people feel relaxed and happy, and wanted to stretch and breathe, although his chest was still in severe pain because of walking, but when he saw the wide and cheerful world in front of him, his heart couldn't help but be lifted.

Lin Chen took a deep breath and strode in

I saw that there are more mountains and forests and waterfalls in front of me, the clouds are steaming, the divine light is spiritual, a piece of the scenery of the wind and the yuanhua, there seem to be several mountains around, few are located, hidden in the clouds and mist, as if standing above the sky, the light of the Buddha is on the top of the peak, you can count at a glance, and the distant mountains are ethereal, you can see a piece of tall and magnificent temple between the clouds and mist in the distance, he was stunned, some were slightly surprised, the temple in the distance, he is not a stranger, it is the small Sumeru Mountain of the mountain gate of the Fanyin Temple, among which the ancient and majestic hall in the cloud head is naturally the Daxiong Treasure Palace, but the place where he is at the moment is the main peak of the Luofu Mountain Range behind the Luofu Mountain Range of the Fanyin Temple！

Luofu Mountain is never open to outsiders, but everyone in the world knows that Luofu Mountain is the place where Fanyin Temple was established, and it is no wonder that there is such a beautiful scenery of the spirit of heaven and earth here, in the cave heaven and earth he has seen, even Binglan Cloud Pavilion is a few points inferior, and only Shushan and Penglai can be compared.

In the distance, there was a faint human voice Sanskrit sound from the small Sumeru Mountain, it seemed that after the catastrophe, the Fanyin Temple, the authentic Buddhist gate of the Xuanmen, the incense was still there, Lin Chen stood silently for a moment, looking back, under the morning sun, the Zen room behind him seemed more unpretentious, but vaguely there was a taste of detachment from the world.

He turned around silently and walked casually in the direction of the mountains, and soon, the unique silence of this place enveloped him, and in the vast sea of deep mountains and clouds, it seemed that only his footsteps were echoing.

As he walked forward, Lin Chen saw clearly that the black shadows in front of him that looked like mountains were submerged by the clouds, and they were not mountains, but several Buddhas that were half-buried among the cliffs and huge hills, majestic and solemn to unimaginable.

These Buddhas, obviously have gone through countless unknowable years, but it is the majestic like standing in the sky, which makes people feel thrilling at a glance, and there is a sense of can't help but bow and worship, such a god-like handwriting, it is impossible to imagine how it is possible to carve such a huge giant Buddha only by virtue of manpower.

Lin Chen's heart trembled, but he couldn't help but feel a little familiar, and suddenly his heart was shocked, the familiar scene in front of him was so similar to the moment when the incarnation of the Witch Emperor's Dharma Body appeared!

That person, Ye Bodhi, could it be that he was here back then, participating in the creation of heaven and earth, and realizing the supreme Buddha's path?

He stood on the ground, staring in amazement, when there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.

Lin Chen turned his head to look at it, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, the person who came was a young monk with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, wasn't it who was the Jingming who received them when he first went to Fanyin Temple with the Xianqiao Sect that day?

"Ah, donor, you're awake! I said why I didn't see your people. Jingming's eyes were quite happy, and he said with surprise and joy.

"Little Master, it's you......" Lin Chen smiled slightly and spoke, but before he said one word, he suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable in his throat, and his voice suddenly became dumb.

"The donor's serious injury has not healed, so it is not advisable to move around, so it is better to rest more. Jing Ming looked at Lin Chen's slightly pale face, and couldn't help whispering, the identity of the man who asked him to convey a word to Senior Brother Jingchen that day, he now knows who this person is, from the mouth of the group of senior brothers and sisters who came back, he has also heard some things that happened in the 100,000 Mountains, although it is not very detailed, but the deeds of this person in the 100,000 Mountains are enough to make anyone feel amazed and admired, destroy the demons with a sword, fight the Witch Emperor, even the Lord of the Mercy Star Hall of the Bing Lan Cloud Pavilion is full of praise for him, and even personally claimed this person's position as a guest in the Bing Lan Cloud Pavilion in the Daxiong Treasure Hall that day, Ling Kunlun, Shushan's predecessors were speechless.

It's not that he hasn't heard of this Lin Chen's deviant deviant and turned out of Shushan, but it seems that the rumored Shushan rebel who fell into the demon path is difficult to coincide with the chivalrous man in front of him.

Lin Chen smiled and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm afraid I've rested for a lot of days, right?"

Jingming clasped his hands together and said softly: "The donor has been in a coma for more than a month. ”

Lin Chen nodded, looked up at the sky, his eyes flickered, and sighed after a long time

The catastrophe has passed many days without him realizing it, and the battlefield that once changed color has gradually calmed down, and all traces of the battle have been quietly erased in the process of people cleaning up.

The world will always be the world, and it will not change because of who is missing, Lin Chen suddenly felt very lucky and content, at least in this catastrophe, he did not lose any friends, he was not great, and he thought that he was not a good person, and he did not have much pride in the righteousness of the people, he just didn't want to see what he didn't want to happen, from entering the 100,000 mountains to the Wu Emperor's desperate battle, he never knew how long his efforts could make him live safely, how many moments of destruction he could resist, but he had to and could only do his best, I remember that Xiao Yao's predecessors watched all the ups and downs and drank alone on that ancient ice cliff that day, and he once said to Xiao Yao's predecessors, People have gone on a trip in the world in a mess, and they don't leave any regrets, isn't it in vain?

In fact, many times when I think about it, I believe that my predecessors also know that it is just their own comforting words.

Life is still good without regrets.

I believe Master, too.

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For work reasons these days, there is almost no time code word, sorry, and the outline of the eighth volume has been modified, and the name of the volume has also changed, hoping to bring you a better story.