It was far away from the Holy Fire Hall, and Yang Yi's heart still hurt like a piercing awl, so painful that he could hardly stand.
In the Temple of the Holy Fire, the supreme saint covered her face with a gauze, revealing only a pair of star-like blue eyes. The sheep who crossed her hands and stroked her chest with respectful worship of Zoroastrianism raised her head and saw these eyes, that hand
The awl pierced into his heart.
It is the pain of the lost, the attachment of the unregret, and the unforgettable pain that cannot be given up.
Just seeing the saint's eyes, Yang Yi knew that the person he had been looking for for more than 500 years had finally found it. Lost in this world, the saint is the one who can take him home, she is him in the dark
The fire of light.
When the old-fashioned sheep raised her head, the saint's body suddenly shook, and she obviously recognized him. Although he and she didn't know who the other party was, they knew that he (she) was.
In the Temple of Holy Fire, the saint above the throne and the sheep under the steps faced each other's eyes. Their hearts were full of sharp pain, and the eyes of each other were filled with infatuation that would never be forgotten.
When Yang looked at the eyes that he had been thinking about day and night, he could no longer breathe, and tears almost burst out from his eyes.
Who are you? Are you my wife? How long have you been waiting for me?
I have worked so hard for the past five hundred years. If I can't find you again, I'm afraid I will not be able to hold on.
The saint looked at Yang Yi's crazy eyes. Her blank life experience seemed to be filled with dust in an instant, weighing down her internal organs.
Who are you? Are you the shadow in my dream? Where did you come from?
Why am I so sad? You must be very tired, you must have walked a long way to get here.
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In the Holy Fire Temple, no one dared to look directly at the Saint Maiden. The strangeness shown by Yang Yi attracted the attention of others. Right Light made Ouqiri remind: "King Xiao Dali, don't be rude in front of the Saint Maiden."
Yang Yi hurriedly lowered his head, endured the pain from his heart and forced himself to breathe. He had no idea how he came to the subsequent audition ceremony until he was pulled out of the Holy Fire Temple by Shapur.
"King Xiao Dali, what's wrong with you? It's very rude today, and it shouldn't be."
"I... am too nervous, saint... I'm too nervous..."
After walking a long way out, Yang Yi stopped and turned around, then looked at the Holy Fire Hall, which was half hidden in a misty cloud.
When she returned to her residence on the side of the mountain, her heart pain finally became less unbearable. Sheep carefully analyzed the current situation at the beginning.
He never dreamed that what he had been looking for for five hundred years was the saint of Zoroastrianism. Although he didn't know who the saint was, the feeling of meeting clearly told everything about the sheep.
It has been fourteen years since I entered Zoroastrianism and ten years after entering the middle class. Yang Yi has already gained a considerable understanding of Zoroastrianism.
The Zoroastrianism was founded for more than 900 years, but there was no saint at the beginning. It was not until five hundred years ago that the saint appeared in the Holy Fire Temple in the Holy Mountain. After she calculated, she should have appeared in this world at about the same time as she appeared in this world.
Is the saint also a "dead person"? Did she live for more than 500 years?
For five hundred years, the holy fire of Zoroastrianism, the holy maid, the holy mountain, and the unity of the three saints are the supreme existence of all believers. For the vast majority of believers, the holy maid is the incarnation of light, the place where their faith is, and the light
God's eternal fire on the holy mountain.
If the Saint is my way back, how should I go back? Will the Saint go back together? Who is she?
Yang Yi could feel that the Saint and him were part of each other's souls, but he didn't know what to do next.
Yang Yi is now one of the Twelve Treasure Kings of Light and is qualified to enter the Holy Mountain. He can even go directly to the hall gate of the left and right light envoys to meet them, and can come and go freely in the vast majority of places in Buzhou Mountain.
However, the Holy Fire Hall and the Holy Maiden Hall behind it are still places where he cannot break through. These two places are forbidden areas for everyone, and anyone who breaks through will be killed.
Forbidden land? Humph! Yang Yi looked at the vast sea of ​​thunder in the distance outside the mountain with his hands behind his back, and his nose made a sound of disdain.
Late at night, the top of the Holy Mountain peak was pitch black except for the holy fire that would never be extinguished in the Holy Fire Hall. Sheep put on her night clothes and touched the Holy Maiden Hall.
Martial artists from the Elders' House and Deacon's House take turns to change shifts to watch, but what hasn't Yang Yi done in the past five hundred years? Moreover, no foreign enemy has ever been able to reach the top of the Holy Mountain in 500 years. The martial artists on duty are alert.
How high is the performance?
When the sheep crawled into the window of the Saint's Hall, which was more than ten feet high from the ground, the two elders in the distance were still talking in a low voice about the gold transported back from the bottom of the mountain yesterday.
The Saint Maiden Hall is a small palace courtyard built on the top of the peak and the walls. It looks like three times. Some houses are simply grottoes taken out from the walls of the mountain. They must be the residences of servants or maids in the hall.
The Saint's Temple is naturally full of women, and any man who walks here will be executed. The Saint is the incarnation of light and purity.
There must be female martial artists in the hall, and they will definitely be masters at the elders or deacon level, and there must be more than one. So Yang Yi spent much more time inside than outside, keeping his breath lurking, and finally crawling little by little
, like a snake.
When he came to the innermost saint's courtyard, he was not like a snake, but a mud monkey with dirt on his face.
Only the innermost house is still lit with candlelight. The sheep knew it would be lit before coming. When she came to visit her late at night, the saint would definitely wait late at night.
Pushing open the empty door, the sheep covered in dirt walked into the fragrant room, the veiled saint was indeed waiting for him.
There was also a little girl maid who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. The maid was surprised, but obviously she was not surprised by Yang Yi’s arrival, but by surprise.
For the first time in five hundred years, a man has walked into the Saint Maiden Temple, and even the first time a man has walked into the Saint Maiden Temple.
The Saint and Yang Yi looked at each other silently for a while, then signaled him and himself to go inside. It was the Saint's bedroom, which was wide and quiet. The back window was outside the cliff, and the thunder sea could be seen from a distance.
The little maid guarded the door of the outer room.
The saint and Yang Yi looked at each other, feeling the familiarity and warmth brought by each other's souls, and for the first time they felt the completeness of their own souls.
He and she, across thousands of years, met again in the world.
He and she, through the boundless darkness, met in the world.
He and she broke through the barriers between life and death and walked together stubbornly again.
However, he knew it was her, but he didn't know who she was. She also knew that he was here, but he didn't know who he was.
The saint took off the veil and revealed the beautiful girl's face. Sheep stared at her greedily and did not dare to blink. It was not because of her beauty, but because she was afraid that if she blinked, everything in front of her would turn into a dream.
She went to caress his face, and when the sheep took off her mask, she showed her old face. Just looking at her face, he looked more like her great-grandfather.
Sheep pulled off the human skin mask from her face and showed her young and tender face. She gently stroked her fingers, touching his lips, eyes, and nose.
"I know it's you, what's your name?"
"I don't know, I have been looking for it for five hundred years, but I haven't found who I am."
"Where are you from?"
“From another world.”
Sheep held her hand.
"May I have your name?"
Chapter completed!