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    A few days later, Wu Ming and others finally found the town that the monk in white was talking about.  The yellow sand covered the sky, turning up terrifying tornadoes and setting off sandstorms tens of meters high. There was no one in that town, and the yellow sand had submerged most of the town. All that could be seen was a pile of ruins.  .  And if it weren't for this storm, it is estimated that this city would not be able to reveal its true appearance and would still be buried deep in the yellow sand.  "This pile of ruins is probably thousands of years old. It is more vicissitudes than the ancient city of Loulan, but it is also more spectacular. Is that guy playing tricks on us, or is he?" An Yi said with a wry smile while walking among the ruins.  The history here is probably no less than a thousand years old.  And the monk's tone at that time seemed to be saying that there was a town with people here, at least there were living things.  Looking at it now, if there was really anyone back then, it must have been at least a thousand years ago.  Thousands of years ago, that monk was here, and a thousand years later, he appeared in front of me, and what happened in the middle?  Did the monk forget?  Nowadays, it is inappropriate to talk about a monk, but there is no clear evidence to prove that he is the Buddha of the past, the ancient Buddhist Buddha Lantern.  Now is not the time to dwell on this issue, but to understand your situation.  This town has been buried deep underground and has obviously been uninhabited for a long time. So where should it go?  Several people frowned deeply, thinking about this issue now.  This is a world, not just a tomb of gods.  "Go, go to the west. Buddhism is in the west. If this is really the burial place of a certain Buddha, then it must be in the west." Wu Ming pointed in the direction.  This is the direction set by the sun of this world, and it should be pretty close to it.  "Okay." Going west is easy to say, but the journey is indeed extremely difficult. Even if a few people are very fast and travel thousands of miles a day, they still can't find any clues and are still in the desert.  On the ninth day, what appeared in front of everyone was a tall and majestic mountain.  Afraid of not being able to climb ten thousand feet.  When Wu Ming reached the foot of the mountain.  Suddenly I felt a huge force pressing down on me.  ¡°Wu Ming also encountered this situation a long time ago.  It was that time when I met Emperor Yan's physical body and was lucky enough to receive a trace of the inheritance left by Emperor Yan.  The situation at this time is so similar to that in Cangwu Abyss.  Wu Ming couldn't help but smile.  Looks like we have to hike again.  There must be something up there!     climb mountains.  This is an extremely simple matter for a warrior, but if there is a force to suppress it, it is a different matter.  An Yi climbed a hundred meters and couldn't walk anymore.  Even if his feet take a small step forward, it will be extremely heavy, as if tens of thousands of kilograms of things are tied to his body. A small step can make him shatter into pieces. His muscles are so sore and his bones seem to be broken.  The pressure at this time was not very great for Wu Ming and others. To be precise, it was much greater than Anyi, but it was still within their tolerance.  Especially Wu Ming, who has reached the third level of the Nine-turn Golden Body Technique, and his physical strength is terrifyingly powerful.  Not to mention the strength of tens of thousands of kilograms, even carrying a huge mountain on his back will not crush him.  The third turn of the Nine Turns Golden Body Technique may be comparable to that of an immortal. In the mortal world, it is almost invincible.  Although he can't destroy a world with a wave of his hand like the Thunder Lord, his strength is also extremely terrifying. For mortals, it is unimaginable power.  Step by step, after walking for three full days, Wu Ming was already approaching the top of the mountain, and Wu Bao and Wu Shen couldn't walk anymore.  Wu Bao walked to the middle of the mountain. The God of War was higher than Wu Bao, but the distance was probably only a hundred feet.  There is a dilapidated temple on the top of the mountain. An old tree is ten feet in diameter, but it died no one knows how long ago, leaving only dry branches swaying feebly in the wind.  There wasn't even a plaque on the door, and the two wooden boards of the door fell to the ground.  Walking inside, although this temple is in bad shape, it is also very clean and gives people a refreshing feeling.  Half of the main hall inside has collapsed, and there is no Buddha statue, but there is a golden body of an old monk.  This old monk's body was as if it were plated with gold, and the golden light was brilliant. He was like a golden Buddha, wearing a fiery red cassock. He had no breath in his body, and he didn't know how long he had been dead, but his body still showed no trace of corruption.  "Donor, you're here!" The white-clothed monk I met last time appeared here at some point.  "Are you waiting for me?" Wu Ming was slightly surprised, obviously he didn't know that the white monk would appear here.  The monk in white pointed at the old monk who had been dead for who knows how many years, and said with a faint smile: "I am waiting for the destined person, and he is waiting for you." "He? Who is he? Who are you?" WuMing asked.  The monk in white clothes smiled and said: "He is me, but I am not him. He is the Buddha of the past, and I am the young monk Qingguang. He is my previous life, but I am not his current life. I am just me, and he is also me."  To be honest, thanks to the reminder from the donor Wu on the mountainside, otherwise I wouldn¡¯t have been able to find my way here or my existence.¡± This sounds like a tongue twister, but Wu Ming really listened.  Got what he meant.  The ancient Buddha Randeneng has fallen. He is the reincarnation of the Ancient Buddha Randeneng, but it is not considered a reincarnation, but a different kind of transformation.  This transformation gave the Ancient Buddha a new will, and this new will has been following the footsteps of his previous life. After finding it, he embarked on a new path.  Pretty much, that¡¯s what it means.  This is why he said, Ran Deng is me, and I am Qingguang.  The ancient Buddha of Ran Deng was in the past, and only the Qingguang monk exists now.  "What is going on here?" Wu Ming took a deep breath and finally asked the question he had been wondering about for a long time.  Qingguang pointed at the ancient corpse and said with a smile: "This is his dream. I wonder if the donor has ever heard of a dream for ten thousand years? A dream about the universe? It is said that Amitabha, who founded Buddhism at that time, had such a magical power. His  A dream is a small world, but Ran Deng is not that powerful. This is the real world, and it is also a dream. He used the Dinghai Divine Pearl and Yitianzhi to refine a world, and then constructed his dream in this world.  World. I have been walking in his dream for tens of thousands of years, looking for my past, but my past is his dream, so how can I find it? Haha, it turns out that Xiao Monk is also lost in his own past.  That¡¯s all.¡± ¡°Is this also the dream of the ancient Buddha?¡± Wu Ming was shocked. Could it be that what he saw and heard these days was the dream of one person?  But this dream could be so real?  "No, this is a real place. Under this magical power, the world of dreams is real, but it is between illusion, but this is a real place." Qing Guang said with a smile.  (To be continued)
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