Chapter 311 [Burial of Ye Fan, White Banner Crying for the Dead] (4200)
The moment the Taiyin Human Emperor took the spirit flag into his heart, strands of the Emperor's Dao intertwined, leaving a bone-chilling chill that froze the soul and dyed the flag white.
At this moment, the true spirit of the Human Emperor was actually stabilized. It was not affected by the outside universe and resided permanently in the Human Emperor Banner.
The white banners fluttered in the wind, the supreme Taiyin holy power swept in, the black mist covered the sky and the earth, that destructive power turned everything into dust, turned it into a frozen land, turned the vitality of all things into death, and annihilated it forever!
Lin Xian had a strange look on his face, this time he really didn't do it on purpose, the Taiyin Holy Power was of this color, a black moon shone through the past and present, the Tao was spreading like a divine chain, extremely yin and soft, freezing everything.
The universe was frozen, the long river of time was stagnant, the primordial matter was imprisoned, and the expansion of the vast void was stopped.
It was as if the heaven and earth were being pulled into abyss, entropy increased to its maximum value, and the era of heat death began.
But because of the law of conservation of energy, energy will not disappear, it will only be transferred.
At that time, the temperature of all matter will reach a balance, but it will not disappear. It will be evenly distributed in every angle of the boundless void, omnipresent, and turning the universe into a cold thick soup.
This is Taiyin Avenue!
Ye Fan stared at this scene, thinking about something. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he murmured: "At the end of reincarnation, Taiyin has evolved to the extreme, isn't it the final underworld."
In an instant, everyone shuddered and looked at Ye Fan, as if they wanted to see through something.
"I just said it casually." Ye Fan was stunned. This was just his simple guess.
Lin Xian took over the Human Emperor Banner with a white flag and a black pole. He seemed to have some feelings, sensing the heroic spirit inside, and whispered, "Perhaps, the original banner was used to summon ancestors and worship the heroic spirits."
"This is in line with the true meaning of reincarnation, and it is a manifestation of good deeds that leave a glimmer of hope for life."
Refining the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is just an evil way. It uses the killing of living beings to obtain blood and evil spirits to refine magic weapons. The efficiency is too low, and the quality of the energy produced is also extremely poor.
Even if it is finally mastered, the tens of thousands of ghosts among them will either feel resentment and be forced to serve, or they will be completely reduced to puppets and will not be able to exert their subjective initiative at all.
How can we compare to the heroic spirits of our ancestors who share the same roots and origins? Once the family is in trouble, they are willing to sacrifice their lives and shed their blood, and fight with all their strength for the sake of their descendants and future generations.
One gets half the result with twice the effort, the other gets twice the result with half the effort.
Only by mobilizing the enthusiasm of ghosts can it be the real Human Emperor Banner.
“Not only the spirits of our ancestors, but also the ancestors have taken up residence there.”
Shakyamuni looked at the Human Emperor Banner and gained some enlightenment. He proposed another direction, which was to establish the position of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva within the underworld of the Human Emperor Banner.
The Human Emperor Banner and the Bodhisattva Realm are merged into one, and the Bodhisattva Realm is led by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who also has an endless supply of power of faith.
In addition to descendants, disciples are also an open source direction.
One is a sacrifice in terms of bloodline, the other is a worship on the spiritual level.
The Human Emperor Banner is the Bodhisattva Realm, and the Bodhisattva Realm is the Human Emperor Banner. When a high-ranking Buddhist monk attains Nirvana, his relics enter into it, and are worshipped by later generations of Buddhist believers, and attain Nirvana and attain Buddhahood.
When the time comes, the big banner will be waved, the Human Emperor will appear, and all the Buddhas will follow him, achieving the utmost sublime.
So, is the Human Emperor Banner still the Human Emperor Banner?
"This banner can be used to confer the title of Buddha, and it can also be used to confer the title of God!"
Lin Xian's eyes sparkled with brilliance. He found a path that could be deduced. Based on the worship of descendants, he could canonize the spirits of his ancestors as gods. There would be endless incense burning and the ghosts and gods in the underworld.
In this way, the white flag can get rid of the embarrassing status of being an evil ghost weapon, and be sublimated into an important reincarnation weapon to suppress the underworld, giving it a sense of being upright and righteous.
As I said, robbing people will never make more money than opening a bank!
The ghost flags are evil weapons, and burning, killing and looting are acts of destroying a family like digging out leeks at the roots. They can only satisfy you once, and cannot compare to the endless demographic dividend of children giving birth to grandchildren, grandchildren giving birth to children, and children and grandchildren giving birth to children.
Next, several people left the Feng family and headed to the East Wilderness to look for traces of the thoughts of the Great Saint Body God.
The Blood Pagoda and the Zhongzhou Immortal Palace will not move, so they are easy to find. However, the evil thoughts of the Great Saint Body are wandering everywhere, and no one knows where they are hiding. They are like a drop of water merging into the ocean. Even if a quasi-emperor takes action, there is no way to overturn the Eastern Wilderness and check every blade of grass and tree.
“If the mountain doesn’t come to me, I will go to the mountain.”
After searching in vain, Lin Xian clapped his hands and smiled, saying, "I have a plan that can make the Great Saint Body God's thoughts come to the door automatically."
"What's your plan?" Ye Fan asked suspiciously, "You're not going to find Duan De, are you? That fat guy's asking a very high price."
"Why does Duan De need to take action? All we need is an ancient holy body." Lin Xian laughed, his laugh was meaningful.
Ye Fan shuddered suddenly, and an ominous feeling surged into his heart.
Half a day later, Lin Xian crossed Zhongzhou and came to an ancient city. He carved a few words in the ruins near several ancient yin trees.
【Ancient Saint Body Ye Fan】
This is the unique contact method of the Ancient Killer Dynasty. After a few days, the killer responded that it would take five million kilograms of source to kill Ye Fan.
"Fuck, being a killer makes you richer than Master Yuan Tianshi."
In an instant, Lin Xian's eyes turned red and he felt like his heart was bleeding.
"My money, this Holy Lord's money!"
"Once you have assassinated Ye Fan, I will bring Ye Fan to your house for revenge and make back my money with interest."
"No one can take food from this Holy Lord's mouth, not one!"
In order to make the performance more realistic, Lin Xian gritted his teeth and reluctantly took out a part of the treasures of Tianxuan Treasury and placed them in the ruins.
Not long after, a shocking piece of news shocked the entire Eastern Wilderness!
The ancient holy body that survived the four extreme heavenly tribulations was assassinated by the assassin dynasty. Although he killed all the assassins, he himself was also seriously injured and was dying.
The whole world was shaken. The news not only echoed in the Eastern Wilderness, but also swept across Zhongzhou, Beiyuan, Nanling, and Ximo like a storm.
Some people gloated over the misfortune, some sighed with regret, some cried bitterly, some were indifferent and heartless, and some questioned whether this was fake news.
However, half a day later, the Tianxuan Holy Land, the sect where the Ancient Holy Body belonged, acknowledged the news.
The Holy Lord of the Feng Family, the Divine King Jiang Taixu and others even used their connections to invite the most skilled doctor in the East Wasteland, Dr. Wang, to make a diagnosis.
The result was that he was powerless to save the situation and could only wait for death!
"Ye Shengti is dying, like a living dead. He can only live for fourteen days at most." Divine Doctor Wang shed tears and acted along, sighing, "If you want to stay alive, you have to find the elixir of immortality, or live a second life."
Everyone sighed and put the holy body, which was like a vegetative state, into a divine coffin, hoping to revive it with the help of the power of the divine coffin.
"No, Leaf, how can I live without you, Little Leaf?"
"I never thought that at this age, the elderly would send off the young..."
The contemporary Tianxuan Holy Lord Lin Xian was even heartbroken and threw himself on the coffin built for the holy body and wailed.
"Bang bang bang..." The holy body in the coffin seemed unwilling to give up. It struggled desperately, trying to jump out.
“I will not close my eyes in death. I will not close my eyes in death.” Lin Xian’s voice choked with sobs and trembled, “How could it become like this? Who hired the assassin dynasty to assassinate you? If I knew, I would never let him go!” “Holy Lord, please accept my condolences.” The big black dog stepped forward and sighed, “The ancient holy body would not want to see this.”
"Yeah yeah."
Duan De sighed and arranged the scene. As a professional, he prepared wreaths, elegiac couplets, and paper money. Even the tombs of the emperors in the mythological era were not so complete.
Duan De was seen using seven-star nails to secure the divine coffin in one hand, sealing the three souls and seven spirits, while with the other hand he was engraving a talisman from the mythological era on the coffin to suppress all evil.
Soon, the coffin, which had been making a loud bang, returned to its quiet state, and everything became peaceful.
It can be said that Ye Fan, the ancient holy body, was clearly sent away.
"In our lineage, we believe in returning to one's roots. Saint Ye cannot be buried here."
"Even if I die, I will send him to the sect."
Lin Xian sighed deeply and refused to wear mourning clothes for Ye Shengti. Instead, he held a white banner and personally transported the coffin, driving the corpse from the northern region of East Wilderness back to the central part of East Wilderness, intending to bury the ancient holy body in the Tianxuan ruins.
In the central part of the Eastern Wilderness, there are endless mountains with vast momentum and majestic grandeur. It is the land of soaring dragons and is invaluable. It is the foundation of a holy land and can be used to establish a supreme religion.
Unfortunately, the Tianxuan Holy Land was destroyed six thousand years ago, and this place has been abandoned. Because the Tianxuan Saint came here from time to time to mourn, no one dared to occupy it, and it has been empty ever since.
The ruins were desolate, with overgrown grass and trees covering the mountain gate. There were dead trees so dense that more than a dozen people could not hug them together, and their dry and hard old branches stretched towards the sky.
Lin Xian carried the coffin into the mountain gate and used the secret method passed down to him by the Great Sage Wei Yi to open the Tianxuan Pure Land, which was the last sacred land and the last foundation.
In the sacred land, there are no immortal treasures or divine sources, but countless coffins. Countless crystal white petals are flying in the void, telling the endless sorrow of the Tianxuan lineage.
"The saint is dead, the man is dead, the true teaching of Tianxuan is gone."
Lin Xian waved a white banner and burned paper money, her eyes were dry and empty, and she lamented, "I am the only one left..."
“Tianxuan!!!”
Suddenly, a long roar was heard, and an ancient figure in green emerged from the Tianxuan ruins, with flying black hair. He looked like a peerless demon, full of anger.
He walked in slowly, but Lin Xian was not afraid at all, because the man had a righteous face, bronze color, a straight nose, a square mouth, sharp edges and corners, and looked very familiar.
It was the old madman who had successfully achieved Nirvana and broke through the barrier!
"Who killed him?" The old madman didn't know the truth. He heard the news of the death of the holy body just after he came out of seclusion. He hurried over and looked at the vermilion coffins all over the ground. He couldn't stop the sadness and anger in his heart.
Another one died, another disciple of Tianxuan died. It was like this six thousand years ago, and it is still like this six thousand years later.
He failed to protect the Tianxuan Holy Land back then, and now he can't stop a disciple from dying.
Tianxuan's hopes were dashed, but he could do nothing.
“Uncle Master…” Lin Xian swallowed his saliva. Considering the old madman’s condition, he was afraid that telling him the truth would cause big problems and irritate the crazy old man, so he said tactfully: “It’s the Killer Dynasty. They are extremely evil and are the source of all the troubles.”
"The Killer Dynasty will not attack without reason." The old madman has lived for six thousand years and has experienced the ways of the world. He knows everything. He guessed the truth with one stroke and said in a deep voice, "Who bribed the Killer Dynasty?"
"Um, don't worry about that." Lin Xian smiled awkwardly and coughed, "It's still under investigation. Uncle Wei Yi is in charge."
Then, Lin Xian changed the subject: "Although the holy body has perished, the inheritance has been preserved. We have established a new sect in the Northern Territory and have also completed the secret of the character 'Xing'."
"This is a blessing in disguise. With your help, Tianxuan will be able to recruit more disciples in the future."
As he spoke, Lin Xian passed the secret word "Xing" to the old madman, begging him to avenge the Holy Body.
As for the funeral, Lin Xian will be in charge. If the old madman gets close, with his extraordinary skills, he will be able to tell at a glance that Ye Fan is not dead, but just seriously injured, and then everything will be exposed.
"The enemy's head is the best sacrifice."
The old madman nodded and said slowly: "Kill one of my Tianxuan people, and I will ask them to use a Killing Saint to pay for their life!"
"brush!"
There was a flash of light, and then a turn of light. The old madman followed the steps of Tianxuan, escaped into the void, and killed towards Zhongzhou.
Lin Xian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, let out a long breath, then walked to the front of the coffin and recited the mantra for rebirth.
Time passed little by little, one day, two days, three days... As the vitality in the coffin weakened little by little, the holy blood was turning cold.
In the end, even Lin Xian left with a sigh, leaving a white flag stuck in the place, as if to commemorate the holy body.
Finally, on the night of the ninth day, a strange phenomenon occurred. The originally peaceful ruins of the Tianxuan Holy Land were suddenly filled with gusts of cold wind.
Along with the crashing blood rain, a black demonic shadow appeared and stood there, taller than the mountain dragon veins.
Surrounding him are seventy-two blood-red stones. These are Soul Blood Stones, the favorite of the Ghost Saint. They can help with divine thoughts, resist the blood of the holy body, and take over other bodies.
"I've finally waited for this day..." The Great Holy Body God was extremely excited. He saw one obstacle after another beside Ye Fan.
Gai Jiuyou, the Immortal Taoist, and the List of Gods appeared one after another, making the gods almost doubt their lives and almost give up on Ye Fan as the target of their possession.
Now, thanks to Lin Xian's help, the long-awaited great holy body god Nian finally saw hope.
He roared, and his body, which was as big as a mountain, shrank. Then he rushed into the Tianxuan Pure Land and rushed towards the holy coffin where Ye Fan was, trying to take over his body.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly a terrified scream came from the coffin: “There’s a ghost!!!”
A figure jumped out and fled in panic as if avoiding a snake or scorpion. He was not Ye Fan, but the great holy god Nian.
Inside the coffin of the holy body, a young man with a pale face slowly stood up with the help of the coffin. His body was covered in blood and he made a strange laugh. In his hand, he held a copper lamp with a human body and a ghost face, emitting a green light.
Even the great holy gods were frightened when seeing this scene. It was like a ghost scaring ghosts, scaring ghosts to death!
"The accumulated yang becomes the spirit, and there is form within the spirit. The form is born from the sun, and the sun is born from the moon. The accumulated yin forms the form, and there is spirit within the form..."
Ye Fan recited the Sutra of Saving People, took out the blood of the Great Sage Wei Yi that he had prepared in advance, and put a few drops of it into the copper lamp.
A skinny old man suddenly appeared at the wick. He was extremely gloomy, with a weird and terrifying smile, but he spit out the most yang divine fire from his mouth, which could hurt the mind of a great saint.
The Great Holy Body deity kept retreating, shocked and angry. This lamp was cast by Lingbao Tianzun himself, specifically to overcome corpse disasters. It had trapped him for countless years, but he didn't expect it to appear in Ye Fan's hands again.
"The heavens sing from afar, the emperors perform rituals, the rivers and seas are silent, the mountains hide clouds, the sun and the moon stop shining..."
The human-shaped ghost-faced lamp was suspended in the air, spewing out strange green fire and emitting the sound of chanting, which was weird and mysterious.
If you want to deal with weirdness, you have to be weirder than Him.
At this moment, under the illumination of the green fire, Ye Fan, dressed in white and blood-stained, looked more like a demon than a god.
(End of this chapter)
