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In the palm of his left hand, there appeared a palm-length sarcophagus, which was a taboo thing that Ziro asked him to throw in the starry sky. It was probably the ancient coffin of gods buried in the nine heavens in the age of mythology.

Suddenly, dots of streamer overflowed in his hands, turned into a rain of light, and spread out.

"This is……"

Chapter 940 Chasing Buddha

Grains of golden light dots wrapped around the fingertips, like golden butterflies, dancing lightly, and then flew to the sky.

Ye Fan was stunned, and the relic, the size of a baby's fist, was shrinking, turning into a rain of light, spreading in all directions, the scenery was magnificent, holy, solemn, and solemn.

Huadao, he first thought of these two words, but he felt that it was not. The ancient Buddha had completely sat down as early as in the West Desert.

"Could it be... there is really a reincarnation?" Ye Fan suddenly became excited, his heart was surging, and he stood up suddenly.

In the past few days, he has been in a trance, in a daze, walking aimlessly, hardly knowing where he is, and his parents are always in his mind, immersed in grief and unable to extricate himself.

Reincarnation, resurrection... linger in my mind from time to time, and it is also because of this that I can think of the relic and the ancient coffin that should have been buried in the nine heavens.

Buddhism pays attention to the afterlife, and there is a theory of reincarnation.And the nine-fold coffin in the age of mythology is buried with gods, and it is also a product of eternal life.

Ye Fan has been in a trance for the past few days, subconsciously took out these two things, looking for longevity, looking for a way to reincarnate, just to see his parents again.

This was a subconscious action, but it woke him up all of a sudden, otherwise he would have been in a daze for many days.

The ancient coffin buried in the Nine Heavens has not changed at all, it is still simple and unpretentious, but the relics are melting little by little, like a snowball is melting.

Ye Fan's vigor and spirit had reached its peak, and he stared at him without blinking. There was a cluster of divine flames dancing between his brows, like a god!

He is trying to sense the relic with his heart, checking its changes. Even though he doesn't believe in reincarnation in his heart, he still hopes for a miracle to happen. His eyes are deep, not blinking for a moment.

The relic is like being transformed into a Tao, and it is continuously transformed into light and texture, becoming golden ripples that spread out, the color is beautiful, as if it is showing fairy art, the golden light is dotted, and it is practiced into one piece.

"Wow, uncle, are you doing magic tricks?" A boy in the park ran over, blinking his eyes, looking at the relic in his hand that turned into light spots.

"It's so beautiful. Uncle, you taught me how to change. It's amazing and beautiful." The little boy didn't recognize his birth at all, and begged Ye Fan to teach him.

"It's much better than witnessing miracles that appear every year during the Spring Festival Gala. I'm tired of watching them." A few young people next to them also said, coming to join in the fun.

"Hey, why is the center of your eyebrows glowing? Is that phosphorus? Does it hurt?" A young man was curious and reached out to touch the cluster of divine flames between Ye Fan's eyebrows.

"Ouch, it hurts me to death." Before he touched his hand, it hurt like a needle prick, and he quickly retracted after some distance, and shouted: "I said brother, you really have perseverance. Don’t you think it hurts? Well, it’s not easy to say or do anything.”

Ye Fan ignored them, ignored the horror, stared at the light overflowing from the relics, and watched them fly westward, he stood up and chased after them.

His speed was so fast, he went away like a gust of wind, and the cute little boy sat down on the ground in shock, making several young men and women dumbfounded.

The relics were shining, forming strips of light flowing towards the direction of the setting sun. It was very mysterious. Ye Fan was like the wind and electricity, and he left the city in a blink of an eye.

These light spots are like golden butterflies, they don't fly very fast, they dance lightly, as if they are alive, Ye Fan is enough to catch up, and he has time to experience them.

"There is no fluctuation of consciousness, it is not a primordial spirit, and there is no imprint of life, it is just a kind of pure energy." He frowned slightly.

Ye Fan was very focused, probing out his spiritual thoughts, performing his actions, observing each light spot, trying to figure out its origin and what it is.

However, he was disappointed, this kind of thing has nothing to do with reincarnation, it is not a life mark, it is just a pure energy, nothing else.

"It's no wonder even the ancient Buddha himself said that if you believe in it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will have nothing. If you have reached his level of cultivation, you must know that death is nothing after all."

The only thing Ye Fan didn't understand was why the old monk who had transformed himself insisted on asking him to bring his relics back to Earth. What's the point of this?For, he had found, every once in a while some of the points of light dimmed.Either dissipate, or sink into the mountains, rocks, vegetation, and occasionally light particles are absorbed by some lucky people.

"Perhaps, he saw a second similar flower before sitting down, knowing that it was not him, but he wanted to get closer."

Ye Fan was disappointed, but he continued to chase, wanting to see the final result.The speed at which these light spots moved was not very fast for him, and it took several days to reach the west.

Ahead, the altitude is getting higher and higher, and the sky seems to have been washed by water. It is extremely blue and crystal clear like sapphire.Occasionally, white clouds drift by, clean and flawless, just above the head, as if you can touch it with your hands.

In the modern age of high-rise buildings, it is not easy to have such a natural place. Tibetan areas are sparsely populated, and there are many areas that humans have not yet set foot on.

However, just approaching this high-altitude land, the relic in Ye Fan's hand was exhausted, and the last light spot flew out, and it disappeared completely.

Ye Fan watched the last piece of light and rain, and saw that they didn't fly far, and finally fell into the rocks, fell into the grass and trees, and turned into nothingness.

He let out a long sigh, although he knew that the reincarnation was empty and impossible to exist, but he still couldn't avoid a burst of sadness and disappointment, which wiped out the last hope in his heart.

The ancient sages in the Western Desert have completely disappeared from the world, and the same is true for Buddhas, let alone mortals, who have not been able to leave any mark in the end.

Ye Fan knew that it was impossible for him to see his parents again. It was really a world apart. Thinking of this, he felt dejected and couldn't help himself.

He stood there motionless, almost petrified, where did he go?He was very confused, he had no direction, and felt that everything he did was meaningless.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Ye Fan raised his head suddenly, and he felt a slight fluctuation, which came from the depths of the Tibetan area, and there was a mysterious aura flowing.

"This is..." His eyes flashed, and he looked down at the land in front of him.

This feeling is unforgettable. I experienced it when I was in the Western Desert. This mysterious fluctuation is almost the same as the fluctuation of Mount Sumeru. Ye Fan turned into a light and rushed forward quickly.

He entered the depths of the no-man's land on the plateau, and felt a vast wave at this moment, as if a vast ocean had burst its bank and rushed in all directions.

Ye Fan was taken aback. This no-man's land was too mysterious. Compared with what he experienced in the West Desert in the past, the fluctuations were not much weaker. He almost mistakenly thought that he was overlooking Mount Sumeru again.

However, it came and went quickly, and the mysterious fluctuations were like a flood being cut off by a gate, and the castration was stopped in an instant, and it disappeared very quickly, and it could not be sensed.

"Where did it come from?"

Ye Fan's powerful spiritual sense came out and swept across the mountains and rivers, but he didn't notice anything. This is a very strange experience.

Tibetan areas have always been very mysterious, and there are always some things that cannot be explained clearly. Ye Fan chased here but saw nothing, and he was surprised and uncertain.

"Sure enough, there are many unsolved mysteries in Tibetan areas. The place where Sakyamuni was born is no longer respectful to Buddha. This place has become a pure land. Is there anything hidden?"

Ye Fan stood on a majestic mountain, overlooking the endless mysterious ancient land, not only Buddhism and Buddhism took root here, but also the most mysterious Kunlun in ancient China.

He traveled all the way, passing through many places, walking alone through a large area of ​​no man's land, and finally came to a barrier between Tibet and the Tarim Basin-a section of the Kunlun Mountains.

Kunlun, the mountain of all ancestors, is the first sacred mountain in China. The Queen Mother of the West, the ancient immortals... all stem from this, and it has the most noble status in ancient China, which is incomparable.

However, Ye Fan turned around for a while, but found that there was nothing special about it. He didn't go deep into Xinjiang, nor did he go to Qinghai, but returned to the Tibetan area.

Because, he didn't come here to find the secrets of Kunlun, but to pursue the Buddha, and he really didn't have any other thoughts. What he had in his heart was only sadness, and he didn't care about other things.

When Ye Fan came to Sara, even though he didn't believe in the afterlife, he wanted to give it a try. The huge fluctuations not long ago made it hard for him to let go.

He entered and entered the Potala Palace, which was built on the mountain and is majestic. It has been a holy place for Tibetan Buddhism since ancient times and has an extraordinary status.

Ye Fan went in and out of many palaces, all of which were not open to the outside world, but he was disappointed, he didn't feel that kind of breath, and he didn't find it.

Afterwards, he entered the Jokhang Temple and the Ramoche Temple successively, and he still had nothing to gain from these two holy temples, only a trace of pure thoughts, but it was impossible to compare with what he felt not long ago.