[System + Zhetian] Ye Fan, hello

Looking at the ancient temples and trees in front of me.Wen Lang suddenly felt emotion in his heart, and bent down to bow.

Looking at Wen Lang who was bending over, Ye Fan was surprised. He didn't know that this person still believed in Buddhism before: "Why didn't I know that you started to believe in Buddha?"

Wen Lang shook his head, looked at Ye Fan, and said seriously: "I just feel that when all the palaces are destroyed, there is still such a temple, a tree, a lamp, and a Buddha standing here, so they There must be an unusual meaning of existence. Sometimes, the existence of a thing or a person is always for those they want to protect, and those people or things that can hold on are always worthy of respect." After a while , he said again, "It is a very happy thing to have something you insist on."

"What about you, do you have any?" Ye Fan suddenly felt that Wen Lang who expressed this emotion was far away from him, and he urgently needed something to keep him.

"For the time being." Wen Lang's eyes stared at him, and Ye Fan couldn't understand what was inside, but at this moment, he relaxed.

At this moment, the only five bodhi leaves left on the tree fluttered down slowly and fell into Wen Lang's hands accurately.

Looking at the five green bodhi leaves in his hand, Wen Lang froze there.

"Since both of us have gained something, let's go back." Ye Fan put the bodhizi into his arms, and reminded Wen Lang by the way to let him put it in too.

At this moment, there was a tense situation in the temple.A pair of people headed by Liu Yunzhi and a group of people headed by Pang Bo stood opposite each other, glaring at each other, neither would give way to the other.

Wen Lang frowned, and stood behind Pang Bo with Ye Fan. In an instant, the opponent's momentum weakened.

"What's going on." As the former class teacher, Wen Lang was still a bit dignified. Now that he posted a message, Zhou Yi, who was neutral on the side, told him the situation.

Seeing that he had understood the situation, the person behind Liu Yunzhi barked: "Pang Bo, you are too greedy. You already have so many Buddha artifacts, so what if you share them with everyone."

Pangbo was almost laughed at by his bandit logic: "Why, I have to be a holy father and distribute them evenly? Then why don't you give the Buddhist artifact in your hand to others?"

The man was startled when he heard this, and moved the Buddhist vessel in his hand back a little.

"Pangbo, we just hope that you can lend the Buddhist artifacts to everyone first, so that you may be able to resist unknown dangers. It is useless for you to hold so many Buddhist artifacts alone? Isn't it?" Liu Yunzhi said at this time He opened his mouth with a smile, his words seemed to be for the sake of everyone, and the neutral party was obviously grateful to him after hearing his words.

"Why is it useless? I'll take it back and start a sect. Maybe a group of old guys will kneel and beg me to accept them when they see these things?" Pang Bo is also generous, and he won't let himself be passive.

Seeing that they would continue to quarrel, Wen Lang said: "I agree to distribute the Buddhist artifacts." Before Liu Yunzhi and the others showed their joy, Wen Lang continued, "However, the distribution of the Buddhist artifacts is decided by the person who holds the Buddhist artifacts."

Pang Bo was overjoyed, and handed out the Buddhist artifacts to the people behind him. Every time he sent one, he looked at the other side with a proud look, making Liu Yunzhi and his group grit their teeth in anger, but Ye Fan stood in front of them, thinking of this The guy once had the title of "barbarian", and none of them dared to act rashly.

"Host, I suggest you check the energy distribution, friendly reminder, red is the enemy." Wen Lang was stunned by the words of the system. He opened the energy distribution map, and saw that the green on it was gathered together, but inside the ancient temple, there were large and small Small red dots of light.These red photoelectric lights are hitting the last bit of green, and there is...

"This thing doesn't look good!" Pang Bo shook the Buddhist vessel in his hand, looked at the whole Daleiyin Temple again, and finally couldn't turn his eyes when he stared at the bronze plaque. The plaque was removed.

"Pangbo, stop—" The last spot of light was the copper plaque in Pangbo's hand, and now, everything was over.

Pulling Ye Fan to run outside the temple, he grabbed Pang Bo who was still admiring the bronze plaque, and Wen Lang yelled into the temple: "Run."

"Host, go back to the giant coffin." At the critical moment, the system was still reliable, "I'm gone, so be careful."

"What's the matter?" Ye Fan let him pull, seeing his pale face, asked with concern.

"Ye Fan, do you still remember where the [-] hells mentioned by the Buddhists are?" Wen Lang felt a cold breath crawling up his neck.

Hearing his words, Ye Fan was taken aback for a moment, then picked him up and asked, "Where should we go?"

"Go back to the five-color altar, it's really impossible, enter the giant coffin." Wen Lang's voice was full of helplessness, and in the end, the only thing they could rely on was the giant coffin that took them away from the earth.

Knowing the exact location, Ye Fan picked him up and ran away, followed by a group of unknown people. When the light bulb was about 100 meters into the ground, the ancient temple collapsed, and endless dark colors surged into the sky, testing the strength of these strangers. soul.

When the first person fell, a girl finally couldn't help crying: "Where is this, and why did we encounter such a disaster."

Wen Lang threw his Buddhist vessel into her hand: "Instead of thinking about these things, it's better to save your energy and run."

Ye Fan yelled at the back: "Those who have Buddhist utensils share the Buddhist utensils with those around them."

His words are inherently commanding, coupled with Wen Lang's previous behavior of giving away his Buddhist artifact to others, the group of people instantly united.

Fortunately, Wen Lang reminded everyone in advance, and with Ye Fan's organization, the group returned safely to the five-color altar.However, there are always sacrifices.

A girl grabbed her partner and cried bitterly. One of her friends died at the hands of unknown things, but she only felt her own helplessness.

The five-color altar enveloped them inside, blocking another attack from those things.Ye Fan stood on the edge of the altar and observed, the black sand was flying outside, the black clouds all over the sky and the body of the dead partner, covering the place with a layer of blood.

Wen Lang wanted to suggest that everyone enter the giant coffin, but he didn't want to see someone wanting to withdraw Ye Fan from the altar.

"Ye Fan, be careful—" Hearing his voice, Ye Fan dodged sideways, and the person behind him was standing on the edge of the altar. Because his body was leaning forward, he almost fell out of the five-color altar.

Wen Lang watched indifferently as he staggered and stabilized his body, then motioned for Yefa to bring him in front of him.