"The donor is willing to convert to my Buddha." Shakyamuni smiled and did not answer the question, looking at Ye Chen with kindness.

Ye Chen frowned. The trick of Sakyamuni caught him off guard. He respected the Buddha and was also afraid of the Buddha.

Buddhism is profound and profound, and it saves all sentient beings, but it also has infinite magic power. When the Buddha is targeted, he does not know the good or bad luck.

It is obvious that he has been targeted by Shakyamuni and wants to invite him into Buddhism and become a devout believer in Buddhism.

"Is this a deal?" Ye Chen looked up at the top of the mountain, and could see Shaka on the top of the mountain through the clouds and mist.

"Of course not." The Buddha's voice of Sakyamuni was misty, "I don't rush to answer, it's not too late to come again."

As he said that, a ray of Buddha's light fell from his fingertips and sank into Ye Chen's eyebrows without any bias.

It was a spiritual consciousness, blending with a huge map, not only with its direction, but also with its accurate location.

Ye Chen was excited and bowed his hand, then turned around quickly, stepped into the sky, and headed straight to the west.

Behind him, Sakyamuni looked quietly from afar, his quiet Buddha's eyes flashed with deep meaning, and he was amazed and confused.

In the misty sky, Ye Chen was as quick as a divine light, and he used his peak body skills to the fullest, and he couldn't wait to see her.

It was bright, but the snow fell silently in the desert, and the snowflakes drifted, dyeing the world white.

The snow is covered with snow, the solemnity and peace of the mysterious desert adds a touch of silence, as quiet as Buddhism.

However, the tranquility was quickly broken, and there was another battle, facing the snow all over the sky, the peak duel.

Let’s look at the two sides of the battle. One of them is the Buddha and the other is a majestic figure, which is so powerful that it can be said to be so powerful.

It was Xizun and Kui Niu. The two of them finally fought and made a lot of noise, which caused the monks to watch.

"These two people are completely incompatible, why did they get into trouble?" Sifang was surprised and a little confused.

"There is a reason to fight? If you don't like it, you'll start fighting. The prince of the Kuiniu tribe has a hot temper."

"It's useful to be popular. Even the Western Zun's golden body is hard to break. If you want to fight him, you'll be a torture material."

"If you want to be a Western Lord, you must at least get the level of the Holy Body."

Amid the discussion, the war was fierce, the Kuiniu opened and closed, attacked Ba Jue, and his combat power was even more peak than the peak.

Compared to him, the Western Lord was calm and indulged in his heart, with bright eyes, boundless Buddhism, and extremely strong combat power.

Behind him was a great Buddha, which was his Buddhist vision, protecting his body and gods. The Vajra was indestructible, and Kui Niu attacked and killed all the way, but failed to break through the defense.

This news spread like a wing of its growth and spread throughout the western desert.

Ye Chen heard it, but he only shook his head and smiled, not surprised at the Kui Niu.

But he did not return to help. Although he didn't know what kind of grudges Kuiu had with Xi Zun, Xi Zun would never hurt Kuiu's life, and everything was just a small fight.

While speaking, he entered another teleportation array in an ancient city.

Afterwards, he spent his journey like this, and he never stopped according to the position given by Sakyamuni.

He was still sighing in his heart, not knowing that the distance was so far. If it weren't for the accurate location of Sakyamuni, God would have known when the year and month would have been found, and the western desert was too big.

Three days later, he stepped into a vast land.

This place is far away from the bustling area, and it is even a bit desolate, with thin spiritual power, barren trees, and snow, deserted and deserted, and no people.

He entered an ancient town and looked out into the distance. It was a mountain covered by snow.

That was Nianci Mountain, and there was a Nianci Temple on it. The woman in the City of Tears was in that Nianci Temple.

"No wonder I haven't found it for a long time. I was actually reciting in such a remote place." Ye Chen couldn't help but murmur.

"You guys are willing to buy some warm-up wine from Fangjiu." Ye Chen was so confused that Cang's voice on one side of the street interrupted, and he was an old man selling wine.

The sky was not good, and the snow was flying. There were few people on the streets far away from the bustling ancient town. Even though there were some, they just hurriedly walked by with their hands in their arms.

There were very few people, and the old man selling wine was one of them. He was alone on the street. Although he was a monk, he seemed very cold and was wearing a thick cotton jacket.

His cultivation level is not high, and he is even a little pitiful. He is only in the True Yang realm, and his age is quite large.

"Senior believe in Buddhism or not?" Ye Chen smiled and took the source stone, as if he was taking care of the old man's business.

"I have no connection with Buddha." The old man smiled kindly and handed over two pots of turbid wine. "My friend came from afar, full of dust. Are you going to Nianci'an?"

"Just pass by." Ye Chen smiled faintly, took away two pots of wine, carried it in one hand, and walked through the quiet town.

The vast earth left a series of footprints.

The snow petals are like dreams, just like his state of mind at this moment, quite unreal, and he is about to see her.

At the foot of Nianci Mountain, he stopped slowly and looked up quietly.

This is a small hill, with the peaks not high, nothing surprising, but there is a kind of tranquility away from the turbid world.

Looking up from the bottom of the mountain, you can still vaguely see the temple on the top of the mountain. It is Nianci Temple, calm and quiet.

He took a deep breath and gently raised his feet. Instead of obeying the sky, he walked up the stone steps step by step.

He didn't know whether to be excited or nervous, but he had hope in his heart, for fear that the woman would not be Chu Xuan or Chu Ling.

He also did not dare to use Zhou Tian's evolution to make a mistake.

Or in other words, he dare not reveal the answer easily. Time is too vicissitudes, so he always has to leave some thoughts.

The heavy snow was still falling, gently hitting his shoulders, turning into mist and blending into his clothes, but not cold.

He climbed the stone steps and saw a tile temple. In front of the temple, a little nun was holding a broom to sweep the snow. His heart was not calm and he mumbled endlessly.

"Huh?" Maybe I noticed someone, and the little nun couldn't help but look at her. She was still a girl. Ling Che's eyes were shining, "Who are you!"

"Just passerby." Ye Chen smiled, opened a jar of turbid wine, raised his head and sipped it, but felt that the turbid wine was extraordinary, the mouth was strong, but the stomach was like a wisp of clear water.

Subconsciously, he turned his head slightly and looked at the ancient town at the foot of the mountain. The old man selling wine was still there, holding his hands and napping there, waiting for someone to buy wine.

Wine is turbid wine, but it is extraordinary. Even though the old man is sloppy, it must not be simple, which makes him surprised.

"Return to nature?" Ye Chen murmured again.

"Then what are you doing here in Nian Ci'an?" The little nun raised her little face, her eyes extremely clear.

Ye Chen came back to his senses and bowed, "I want to see the fairy in the City without Tears, and I hope the Taoist nun will spread it."

"Uh." The little Taoist nun greeted her and ran in with a broom in her arms. Then a voice came back, "Master, someone wants to see that fairy."

Soon, the little nun jumped out, and there was a man behind him, an old nun.

"Master, it's him." said the little nun.

The old nun saluted and glanced at Ye Chen up and down. With her spiritual realm cultivation level, she was embarrassed to defeat Ye Chen.

"I saw the Taoist nun." Ye Chen knew very politely.

"Please inside." The old nun stretched out her palm.

"Thank you." Ye Chen stepped into Nianci'an in one step.

Nianci'an is not big, it is very quiet. Apart from the little nun and the old nun, there is only one person.

The third person is naturally the Fairy of the City without Tears.

Ye Chen had no use of guidance and found her place very accurately. He was not impatient and walked step by step.

Deep in the green bamboo, there is a small bamboo house. He stopped and stood quietly, his heart was filled with all his heart, and his holy body was lifted tightly and he never relaxed.

"Is it... you guys?" Wanqian's words finally opened with this sentence, with a dry and hoarse voice, with a hint of ancient vicissitudes.

In a word, the breeze blew, and the snow petals swayed.

But when he heard a squeak, the bamboo houses slowly opened, and a peerless woman walked out, wearing white clothes, like this white snow, without any filth.

She was covered in plain veil and could not see her true face. Her eyes were clear and clean, but she was extremely cold. Three thousand black hairs moved without the wind, and the strands were dyed with divine clouds.

Ye Chen only glanced at it, and his tense body was like a deflated ball. He staggered, as if he had no bone support and almost collapsed to the ground on the spot.

She was not them, and he didn't even have to look at her true face. Her eyes alone were enough to recognize it.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

He smiled a little tiredly, his tall and straight ancient holy body, hunched over, his face turned pale instantly, his fingers stiffened, and he lost the consciousness he should have.

"The Ancient Holy Body." Fairy Wulei murmured softly, her expression still cold, and she was not as good as the world.

Ye Chen hurriedly stopped his thoughts and took out the scroll of Chu Xuan (Chu Ling) by his hand, "The fairy has seen her."

"Where are you? Have you ever seen him?" Fairy Wulei also brushed his hand and there was a scroll hanging in the air. It portrayed a man, exactly the same as Ye Chensheng, and to be more precise, Ye Chen.

Ye Chen took off his black robe, took off his ghost mask, revealing his true face of the vicissitudes of time.

"The person the goddess dreams of is probably you." Fairy Wulei said lightly, "In the world, there is really a person like you, it's really cause and effect."

"You haven't answered my question yet." Ye Chen looked at the fairy without squinting eyes and quietly looked at the tears in front of him, "This painting is the one you belong to in the city of tears."

"She is the goddess of Wulei City." Fairy Wulei stood gracefully like a statue.

As soon as these words came out, Ye Chen's lost mood suddenly became turbulent. He hurriedly bowed and begged in a tone, "I hope the fairy is spreading, I want to see your goddess."

"Who is she?" Fairy Wulei said indifferently.

"My wife." When Ye Chen revealed these three words, tears were still circling in his eyes, and he couldn't stop it.

"The Supreme Being Forgets Love, No Tears... It's also being ruthless."

"Whether you have feelings or you have no feelings, I want to see her."

"The City of Wuxi has left, and I, who is Wuxi City, cannot contact you." Fairy Wuxi said.

"When will the Wulei City come again?" Ye Chen's body tensed again, looking at Fairy Wulei hopefully. He had missed twice and did not want to miss the third time.

"I don't know." Fairy Wulei said indifferently and softly.

"How could you not know?" Ye Chen suddenly roared, and his depressed emotions of more than two hundred years erupted at this moment, and his momentum suddenly appeared, swallowing the eight wildernesses.

His expression was even a bit ferocious, and his tears were covered with blood, and tears and blood were blending.
Chapter completed!