Cover the sky

In this world, a monk can fly into the sky and hide from the ground, smile proudly in the sky, pass by under the feet of clouds and mists, and travel thousands of miles in an instant. If he is in his hometown, he is already a god.

The white jade avenue stretches forward like a bridge to the sky. They walk on it, walking forward step by step. Many spiritual birds and rare animals are flying among the clouds and mist.

In the lofty palace hall, sixteen young girls flew in the air, landed in the clouds, gave them respectful salutes, and led them forward.

The Zuixian Que is very particular. The retro architecture seems to have experienced thousands of generations and has carved the imprint of the years. The grandeur does not lose a precipitation called heritage.

Li Heishui said with a smile: "Everything here belongs to the Beiyuan Golden Family, Brother Yuekong, aren't you afraid of causing trouble?"

"The visitor is a guest, they will not be unreasonable and smash their own signs."

Yao Yuekong's force is astonishing, and it's hard to find an opponent in the same generation. Not long ago, he had a fight with the heir of the Jin family, which hurt both sides, and forged a grudge.

"This is your honored guest." The sixteen young girls are not weak monks, but here they can only lead the way and help the guests serve wine and vegetables.

"Nantianmen?!" Ye Fan's expression changed, and there were three ancient characters engraved on the magnificent gate in front of him. When he came here, there were clouds and mist everywhere under his feet.

"This is built in imitation of the legendary ancient heaven." Prince Daxia introduced, obviously a frequent visitor here.

"Why haven't I heard the theory of the ancient heaven?" Ye Fan asked.

"The Qing Emperor, more than 1 years ago, mentioned that he wanted to build a heavenly court, and he listed such a pattern, but it eventually fell." Yaoyuekong explained.

Emperor Qing was the Great Emperor of the Monster Clan thousands of years ago and the ancestor of Yan Ruyu. How many years he lived is unverifiable and hard to tell.

"Could it be that the ancient heaven really collapsed?" Ye Fan was suspicious.

"Impossible, it's just that Emperor Qing mentioned that." Prince Daxia shook his head.

Passing through the Nantian Gate, the front is extremely open, divided into four areas, with four scenes in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

"Here..." Ye Fan was surprised, it was far more open than what he saw on the ground, there are many palaces, and the four parks have different scenes of the four seasons.

Yao Yuekong said: "There are four barriers here. Although they can't compare with the small world opened by the ancient sages, they are almost forming their own space. The Beiyuan Golden Family has a deep knowledge of the way of space."

A girl next to her said softly, "Please choose the park."

In the end, Ye Fan chose the winter scene. Since he came to this world, he has never seen a season with falling snowflakes.

The cold air was blowing in front of them, the palace was covered with silver, and the goose feathers were fluttering in snow. They stood under the palace, seeing a vast expanse of whiteness.

Ye Fan lost his mind for a while, thinking of the past, the same snowy season, those people and things...

Now, separated by a star field, it is difficult to see each other again.

The fragrance is coming, the vigorous plum trees, the proud snow facing the wind, blooming flowers in the bitter cold, and shining crystal in the cold.

They sat down and watched the snow and flowers while drinking, which had a special style.

After drinking several times the fine wine, even the little nun's face was flushed from drinking, her big eyes sparkling.

"Your Highness, you are a monk, how can you drink alcohol?" Ye Fan joked.

The little nun in white didn't lose her hair, and covered it with a snow-white hat. She wrinkled her delicate nose and muttered softly, "I'm cultivating in the world."

Yao Yuekong said: "I have heard that Buddhism has all kinds of supernatural powers. They are all thaumaturgies in the world, but I have never seen them before."

Ye Fan just wanted to learn from the Buddhist side, and wanted to insinuate about Sakyamuni's news, but neither the Prince Daxia nor the little nun talked about it in detail.

"What is the name of the Buddha now, the Buddha of the past, or the Tathagata Buddha?" Ye Fan secretly asked Li Heishui to ask this question on his behalf.

"Buddha is the World Honored One, there is no other name." The little nun in white said.

"What kind of Buddha is Shakyamuni?" Ye Fan asked casually.

The red face of the little nun in white froze for a moment, her big bright eyes stared at the small wine glass, and she said no more.

Prince Daxia looked solemn, and sighed: "Oh, let's not mention this name anymore, it is a taboo in the West Desert, I also want to know exactly what happened, I have read all the ancient books, and I can only come to a conclusion of one sentence ...From then on, Buddhism has no Tathagata.”

"Why do you say that?" Ye Fan asked in confusion.

"It seems that... the Buddha has already passed away." Prince Daxia shook his head slowly after saying this sentence.

"Brother Xia, it's your fault." Li Heishui picked up the wine glass, drank it by himself, and said, "It's come to this point, why are you still hesitating, trying to whet our appetite."

The prince of Daxia was named Xia Yiming, and the little nun in white was named Xia Yilin. After they got acquainted, they called them casually.

"It is the World Honored One, but it is not. The traitor may be related to him. It is also said that he is the demon shell of the Buddha." Xia Yiming, the prince of Da Xia, stopped talking and refused to say more.

Yao Yuekong said: "Your Highness, I have already said this, can you be more specific?"

"This is a little secret I have heard, there is nothing else, you must not tell it, or there will be a catastrophe." Daxia Prince Xia Yiming said.

"What secret, who will kill us?" Ye Fan asked.

"Let's stop talking about this, it's really not beneficial." Daxia Prince Xia Yiming shook his head resolutely.

"Brother Xia, are you still afraid in your capacity?" Yao Yuekong was puzzled.

"We really don't want to say anything about Buddhism." Xia Yiming raised his eyes and looked around, looking at the vast snow, and said, "Mt. Sumeru is not an ordinary place."

Seeing him like this, it's hard for everyone to ask further questions, and Prince Daxia's knowledge is indeed limited.

Ye Fan asked another question, "How long has Buddhism existed?"

"It has existed since ancient times." The little nun Lolita Xia Yilin, her big pure eyes were full of doubts, as if you didn't even know this.

"It has existed since ancient times?!" Ye Fan was surprised. Buddhism existed before Sakyamuni 2000 years ago, which made him dazed.

"Not many people in Donghuang know about Buddhism, and it's okay if they don't know that Buddhism will last forever." Yao Yuekong smiled and said to nun Loli.

Ye Fan thought, on the other side of the starry sky, although it is said that Buddhism was created by Sakyamuni, there were Buddhists long ago, and it is better to say that it is carried forward than its creation.

It is recorded in some ancient scriptures that when Sakyamuni was traveling, he saw that Buddhists practiced with self-inflicted injuries, and thought it was not the right way.

He felt that he had grasped something all of a sudden, so he didn't ask any further questions. After thinking about it for a while, he finally came back to his senses.

Outside the palace, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, the snow is falling heavily, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Several people talk happily over wine.

This banquet is worth five hundred catties, which is quite expensive, but compared with the legendary fairy banquet, it is really nothing.

"The fairy feast here can cost tens of thousands of catties. It is specially prepared for the Holy Master and the Almighty, and it needs to be booked in advance. Otherwise, it will be difficult to gather the ingredients alone."

When it comes to the feast of immortals, even the young master Yao Yuekong of Tian Yao Palace is speechless.

"Is it too exaggerated?" Ye Fan asked.

"It's not an exaggeration at all. Take one of the dishes 'Divine Phoenix Wings' as an example. It is really cooked with the bird king who has part of the bloodline of the Shenhuang. Break through a realm."