"How can this be?"
Huikong couldn't believe what Da Mao said.
Sakyamuni passed away?
Sakyamuni is the Buddha in the West.
How could the Buddha pass away?
And also changing the courtyard?
Is there someone else who has taken the position of Buddha?
"Senior Da Mao, this"
Huikong wanted to continue asking, but Da Mao shook his head.
"You don't need to ask, I only know so much, and this matter has nothing to do with me."
Seeing this, Huikong didn't want to ask any more questions.
"Did we forget something?"
At this moment, Yue Xia suddenly made a sound.
Several people were startled.
They looked at each other.
"Where is Mr. Ye???"
It was only at this moment that these few people noticed that Ye Qingyun was not here.
Looking around, there was no sign of Ye Qingyun at all.
Several people were stunned on the spot.
I was busy talking just now, and I really didn't notice that Ye Qingyun was not there.
Why is Ye Qingyun, who is so big, missing?
"Master, he won't fall into the realm of nothingness, right?"
Yue Weixia said with a worried expression.
Gu Chen, Sheng Xiaozi, and Yan Zheng were all stunned.
Huikong, on the other hand, looked thoughtful.
Suddenly.
Huikong's eyes lit up, and his whole body immediately returned to its former glory.
"Amitabha! The young monk understands!"
His shout made the other four people look at Huikong in shock.
Huikong clasped his hands together and looked towards the sky.
His face was full of excitement.
"The Holy Son must have known that something had happened to Xitian Ji Le, so that's why he didn't go with us!"
"He must have gone to rescue the crisis in Xitian Bliss!"
After hearing what Huikong said, several other people really felt that what he said was very reasonable.
With Ye Qingyun's unfathomable strength, how could he easily fall into the turbulence of nothingness?
Besides, Da Mao is still here, so it is even more impossible for this kind of thing to happen.
The only explanation is that Ye Qingyun separated from them on purpose.
The purpose is to solve what happened in Xitian Bliss.
Very possible!
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"Since the Holy Son has taken action, the crisis in Xitian Bliss will definitely be solved!"
After all, Huikong was Huikong, and he had always had full confidence in Ye Qingyun.
Never wavered!
The third heaven of the Buddhist world!
Four Brahmās!
The vast desert, thousands of miles of wind and sand.
A statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva with a peaceful face stands in the yellow sand, surrounded by countless believers who are bowing to the statue of Guanyin.
"Buddha bless!"
"May I be able to be reborn in bliss in my next life!"
"I ask Bodhisattva to help me no longer suffer from illness!"
Most of these believers are ordinary people. Their faces are miserable, but their eyes are extremely fanatical.
He kept kowtowing to the Guanyin statue and chanting sutras and praying.
And as everyone knelt down, strands of blood-colored threads floated out from the brows of these believers, gradually converging into the Guanyin statue.
But the believers couldn't see this scene at all, and they were still full of fanaticism.
"As long as you are sincere and use all your resources to worship, Guanyin Bodhisattva will bless you!"
In front of the Guanyin statue, stood a group of Buddhist monks, each of them arrogant.
At the head was a fair and fat monk, wearing a red cassock and holding a golden rosary, speaking loudly to the believers.
Looking at the enthusiastic expressions of these believers, the fat and white monk raised the corners of his mouth and his eyes were filled with pride.
suddenly.
A dark crack appeared inexplicably in the sky.
Immediately afterwards.
A figure fell from the dark crack.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
Accompanied by screams, this person actually fell straight towards the Guanyin statue.
"what?"
The monks seemed to hear the movement and all looked up.
I saw someone hit the Guanyin statue heavily.
Rumble!!!
The statue of Guanyin, which was originally a majestic treasure, was smashed by this person and collapsed, with pieces scattered everywhere.
The monks were shocked.
The believers were all dumbfounded.
All sounds stopped suddenly.
"Oh, my waist is so old, I almost broke it!"
Among the broken pieces of the Guanyin statue, a figure looked miserable, covering his lower back and grinning.
It was Ye Qingyun!
When Ye Qingyun rubbed his waist and looked around, he couldn't help but froze.
"What the hell? So many people?"
The fat white monk suddenly had an angry face and pointed at Ye Qingyun.
"Evil descended from heaven!!!"
"This person is an evil spirit! He smashed the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. His sin is grave!!!"
Chapter completed!