Ye Yiming was sleepy in such a ridiculous environment, and could not stop sleepiness. The swimming fish magnified infinitely in his eyes, and then covered the sky in his eyes, and could not see anything.

He had a long dream, and it seemed like he had experienced his whole life, but when he woke up, he couldn't remember anything except the sound of the Fanyin. Ye Yiming opened his eyes, and the sun was a little dazzling. The wave carriers washed his feet freely. The shoes were no longer there and they were in rags.

Although he looked a little down, he survived. He spent a long month waiting for death, and the shadows were shrouded, and he could not even escape. Finally, after surviving, he fell into a more terrifying shadow of death. Finally, after experiencing absurdity, he survived. Ye Yiming laughed like a conscious madman.

He danced and didn't know why he was doing this, but he always felt that this was the best emotional catharsis.

"Amitabha!" With the Buddha's name, Ye Yiming stood up and turned around. There was a monk there, dressed in rags and not wearing a monk's robe. However, Ye Yiming was sure that he was a monk. Due to his childhood education, he had a natural resistance to monks. Perhaps because his appearance was somewhat similar to himself, Ye Yiming thought.

"Where did the donor come from and where did he go?" The monk opposite him smiled warmly, his bald head shining.

Ye Yiming always wanted to plant some hair on his bald head when he looked at him like this. If it weren't for the bald head opposite him carrying Buddhist holiness, he even thought he was looking in the mirror, and the bald himself was so disliked.

"Has the donor lost the direction of his life? Why not enter my Buddhism and find a purity!" The monk's smile was warm and his eyes were glowing.

Ye Yiming was a little confused. Is the monk like this? When he was confused, he couldn't help but touch his head habitually. This gave him an illusion that he felt that he was touching the other person's head, smooth and unhindered. Try again, it was still the same, but the other person still had a mysterious smile.

A bad premonition spread in his heart. A seal technique, the water in the river was pulled, forming a water mirror in front of him. He felt that the spell had failed, and the person in his eyes had almost never changed. Except for the bald head in front of him, there was no warmth that the monk had, it was almost the same, nor was it, and the background seemed to be different.

Ye Yiming took a deep breath and controlled the water mirror to move slowly to the side. The scenery changed, and the monk was still there, with a gentle smile. "Amitabha, donor, have you discovered it? You have a fate with my Buddha!"

There were two monks in front of me, both of whom wanted to be like me. One came from the mirror, and even his clothes were broken. Ye Yiming didn't believe that this was a coincidence, which could change his appearance and body shape. Ye Yiming had heard that demons and powerful people who had reached the heavenly level had such methods, so he did not dare to act rashly, so he bowed and said, "What advice do you have for me?"

The face opposite him was dazed, and a middle-aged face with a fleshy face replaced Ye Yiming's face. If it weren't for the head with a scar, he wouldn't have been able to contact a monk, even though Ye Yiming felt disgusted with the monk.

"Tsk tsk...Young people are very smart nowadays! They have less fun, but I have saved your life. How do you plan to repay it?" The middle-aged monk smiled grimly.

Although the person in front of him spoke calmly, Ye Yiming felt that he might suddenly hurt people at any time, and he would be as depressed and helpless as before the Jedi was born again.

"But by the mission!" he could only answer decisively. He just survived and didn't want to die.

"Haha...you don't have to be so nervous, there is only one small thing that needs you to help me..."

"Senior, please say, go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"I said there is no need to be nervous anymore. There is almost no risk in what you do. I want you to see my juniors and then come back here within a hundred years to tell me their situation, that's all!"

Ye Yiming was a little confused and the request was too simple. The person in front of him had unfathomable strength. In theory, he could arrive in such a thing in a flash and could not use it. If the grace of saving his life could be so simple, it would be too simple, so Ye Yiming was a little hesitant.

"You should have guessed who I am..."

"The reason for the senior is that I dare not make any guesses for players!" Ye Yiming had an idea, but he dared not say that knowing too much is indeed not conducive to survival.

"The young people nowadays are really suspicious... I have to waste my verbal explanation. Among the people who formed this long river barrier, I am the only one with juniors..." The old monk looked at Ye Yiming's awkward expression and wanted to beat him up, but now he could only endure it and continued: "I will only practice Buddhism after I have juniors... Besides, since I have the voluntary action in this world without worries, I naturally have to pay a price. I will never be able to do anything in this world and be imprisoned in this section of river forever, either life or death. If the two sides shake hands again in the future, I would like to sacrifice this broken soul and return to silence forever... It's just that it's difficult to let go of my juniors before this. I don't know if it's the inheritance or the people are still there, I hope you can go and see it for me..."

Ye Yiming still did not agree. It would be obvious that the old man in front of him said he was dead. After all, he was in front of him now. If he was still alive, it seemed unreasonable. He was not a dead soul or a living creature. They were a very strange existence, but no matter what, they all had this supreme respect in the north, and there were too many people who could send him. He was an outsider, probably the worst choice.

"I don't quite understand your choice..." Ye Yiming asked after all, otherwise he was uneasy.

The old man in front of him was really a monk with a fat face. It would be a bit far-fetched to say that he was an old man, but it was just a middle-aged man. However, when Ye Yiming asked this, the old man looked so much like an old man, no longer a monk or a fat face.

"Yes, I am respected by the North and have strong strength. I have what I want. Of course, I will always meet all my requests. However, my state of neither life nor death is actually without desires and no desires. I cannot even live without this big river. I cannot know the news outside this big river. Everything comes from the mouths of others. I can only hear it and cannot distinguish between true and false..."

The old man got much older in Ye Yiming's eyes. He thought that the old man would be so silenced and depressed in his heart for thousands of years, but after doing such things for a long time, he would inevitably have doubts, doubts about himself and the whole world, so he would rather believe in a stranger.

Ye Yiming bowed and said, "I must give my all, but I don't know if my senior believes me?"

The old man sighed, his figure faded, and then disappeared from Ye Yiming's eyes, but his voice still echoed in this void. "I don't have many choices. Although I am strong, I am far from being able to explore people's hearts... And you don't need to change your clothes. You, an ascetic, will have less obstacles when walking in the north... Go!"

Ye Yiming stood by the river, with a small beach at his feet, and the grass was lush behind him. He looked at his reflection in the water and felt a little disgusted. However, he listened to the old man's words and did not try to change his outfit. He held what kind of water to wash his face, sobered up a little, and also celebrated that he had finally survived. Then he turned around and walked towards the place behind him that was said to be a wild and sinful place in the book.

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In the northern Xiong Pass, if you have the ability to see people outside the pass, Hu Lie's way to hunt was blocked by the phantom of Buddha in the river. He just floated on the surface of the river, neither moving forward nor retreating, I wonder if he could not hide his face.

"Master, why don't you take action?"

A girl asked the Taoist nun in front of him, and asked, "The girl Ye Chun came to the battlefield in the northern border earlier than Ye Yiming, but she had not appeared. It was not that she did not want to, but that she could not. The Taoist nun in front of him was called Master Lan Yue. One of the most powerful people in the world, told Ye Chun that she could not appear, so she could not appear.

"Although Hu Lie is murderous, I know he will not succeed. There are too many eyes in the dark, and there are many that I can't afford to provoke. I don't understand why your brother is being paid attention to by them. I don't want to fall into it too deep, but if he really has life worries, I will take action to protect him from death... Let's go... Hu Lie can't take action anymore. You should start your experience..." The Taoist nun shook the dust, and the two disappeared on the spot, not alarming anyone.

Everything seemed to have not changed at all because of the disappearance of the two. Hu Lie was still there and the people in the pass were still watching.

Only Hu Lie knew that the eyes that had seen him had almost disappeared, and only some vague perceptions were still here. He thought to himself that he did not have any talent for acting, otherwise how could he be targeted by such a person? In fact, only He Wei was targeted, and he happened to be the person involved in the incident, but he didn't know, so he was in a dilemma now.

"Cry!" A strange beast's roar broke the embarrassment at the scene. A strange beast with a wingspan of hundreds of meters like a phoenix appeared above the Xiong Pass. The strange beast had a stream of light like a flame on its body. The void around it was twisted, as if it was burning, but it was not damaged at all.

A black cat jumped out of the palace and transformed. A girl in tight black clothes stood on the top of the phoenix's head with a single foot hanging from her waist. She took out a golden scroll from her arms with her right hand. Since the scroll appeared, it seemed to have great power, and it seemed that the air became sticky.

"Ye Yiming is my old friend. He is kind to others. He is not a vicious and evil person. He is also talented and talented. It is difficult for all talents in the world to obtain. I hope that he will not stop the weak talents in the world because of the situation..."

The woman in black read the scroll in her hand, ignoring the person who was kneeling on the ground inside the pass, just put the scroll away, put her one foot on the phoenix's head, and jumped into the palace. The phoenix screamed in a panic, flapped its wings, and left, ignoring the figures on the ground.

Such a contemptuous manner is often disgusting, and even if it is due to power, it will be lip service. However, the people who kneel all over the ground are almost convinced. Even if the Phoenix has left for a moment, it still has not stood up. Although there will inevitably be unhappy people who are unhappy, they still have respect in their eyes.

The only ones standing upright in the audience were the spears in the hands of Hu Lie and Zhuge Cai.

Hu Lie had a high status, so he naturally didn't have to kneel down. Zhuge Cai wanted to not bow down, but he didn't dare. He originally thought that after he had enough power, he would be indifferent to his previous utilitarianism, but today's kneeling made her feel more and more embarrassed. She could only stand up on the spot with a spear instead of herself. It didn't require any strength, but the knuckles turned white, and the words "Listen to the prophets" around her were even more and more harsh.
Chapter completed!