The Great Black Hand

It’s not like he didn’t have some suspicions, for example - someone was playing him!

But he thought about it carefully——

It shouldn’t be!

How could he have such a high profile to deserve being targeted like this? !

Besides, as a successful person on Earth who was able to buy a Mercedes-Benz just three years after graduating from university, Ye Fan has always attached great importance to being kind to others.

He has a good master—a great saintly body, who is also a descendant of Yanhuang. He has close relations with several ancient families, and even flirted with a noblewoman from an extremely noble family and talked about love with her… Although he is suspected of being a gigolo, is this shabby? Not shabby at all!

Today, Ye Fan says that he is neither exaggerating nor slandering, and is also a "social man" of this era, with all kinds of connections, and can get ahead in any field.

So, who will play him? Who can play him?

As if his background does not exist!

The young saint was suspicious and finally began to suspect himself.

"Could this be a side effect of my projecting the future?"

He was reflecting and asking himself - this must be his own problem.

After all, the aura and state of the Dharma image behind him are almost the same as a possible "him" in the downstream of the long river of time. That kind of Tao and that kind of Dharma cannot be said to be exactly the same, but they can be said to be completely consistent.

Eliminating all impossibilities, the problem can only be with himself!

——It can’t be possible that someone else has “traveled” back and forth with him?

Even if there was such an incredible situation, how advanced would it be to replicate the image and make it lifelike? Was it necessary to play such a joke on a little monk like him? Huh?!

It's totally unreasonable!

So in the end, Ye Fan could only attribute it to himself, thinking that it was the experience of that period of time that transcended time and reached the future. The influence was mutual and it also infected him subtly.

No matter how tragically he was hunted down during that period of time and space, there is no doubt that Ye Fan at that time was absolutely an extremely supreme being, with achievements unparalleled in history, and with pride engraved in his bones. How could this group of saints and quasi-emperors suppress him?

Even though you have traveled through the vast years and relived the mysteries of heaven and earth, you will never forget what you have experienced. Even if you are reincarnated and come back, the future fruits of the Tao have already been engraved in the most mysterious door of potential in the human body and become one with the "Tao I"!

It is difficult for Ye Fan today to control this Dao Fruit. It takes time to hone it. Just like on another timeline, even though he understood the secret of achieving the perfection of the Holy Body, it still took him a hundred years to go from the seventh level of the Quasi-Emperor to the ninth level - knowing and doing are two different things.

However, this fruit does not cease to exist. Once stimulated, it will definitely respond!

The emperor cannot be humiliated!

Ye Fan realized that this was how things should be. He had suffered an unexpected disaster, and it was all the fault of "Dao Wo". It was the Dao Wo that did not listen to the orders of itself, its master!

As for me, it has no brain!

Faced with the mental pressure from the strong, "Daowo" stepped forward, met the challenge, and told the "ants" who the real dragon was...but he didn't care at all that the master of fate was still so weak at the moment and needed to keep a low profile and seize the opportunity.

What is this situation?

You got yourself into trouble?

Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes were almost filled with tears. He suddenly had a premonition that perhaps on this timeline, he would not have to worry about being hunted down by a group of Chaos Body Supremes for the time being - because he had to first consider how to live until the time when his Holy Body was perfected!

'My life is like a coffee table, filled with cups...'

The young saint looked up at the sky, and almost burst into tears.

He is so difficult!

He was still young, but he had already been mocked by countless saints and quasi-emperors. How was he going to live the rest of his life? !

"I'm tired... Let's destroy it, quickly..."

Ye Fan sighed in his heart, turning his back to the gazes that seemed to want to eat him up, feeling completely numb and alone.

He was already numb, just standing on the altar, sighing at the cruel fate. Due to a series of twists and turns, they had similar fates in different timelines.

It was not until the arrival of Jiang Yifei, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, that the solemn atmosphere was slightly diluted, giving Ye Fan, who was feeling sad and depressed, a boost of energy.

After only a few days of not seeing each other, Ye Fan was surprised to find that the emperor's appearance did not seem to be very good. As sharp-eyed as he was, he could see clearly that the edges of Emperor Jiang's eye sockets were slightly swollen, as if... he had been hit by someone.

This made him want to laugh, and for a moment he didn't care about the dangerous situation he was in.

He was just in danger of being beaten, but his good "royal brother" had already been beaten!

This also made Ye Fan curious - who did this good deed?

At the same time, Emperor Jiang also looked at Ye Fan.

After all, no one could remain indifferent to such a majestic and solemn Dharma image, so naturally, there was something wrong with Emperor Jiang's eyes when he looked at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan saw it all and could understand it very well - if he were the emperor, would he feel good when he saw his "good brother" suddenly becoming more powerful and awesome than himself?

What's the point of being outside these days? Face!

However, Jiang Yifei used practical actions to tell Ye Fan that he was a person who had transcended vulgar tastes and had a broad mind and great courage.

Soon, Jiang Yifei's changeable gaze disappeared, and his face was filled with relief, emotion, and approval.

He seemed to have no grudges and didn't care that his "good brother" who he had just accepted had suddenly become so awesome. Instead, he was full of praise.

"Hahaha!"

He laughed loudly, with an indescribable bearing. Although he was only a saint, he could still chat and laugh in the face of the gazes of countless saints and quasi-emperors. He had a unique personal charm.

Compared to Ye Fan who was often mocked by the crowd, Jiang Yifei gave people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze. Even the quasi-emperor in person had to praise him for his unrestrained and elegant demeanor, as handsome as jade, and having the demeanor of a human emperor.

Of course, this is based on the ignorance of the world. They don’t understand how inhumane someone can be when he is doing things in secret!

"Okay, okay! My brother is invincible!"

Jiang Yifei said loudly, looking extremely pleased. He patted the young saint's arm, turned around with him, and spoke the loudest words to the countless guests watching the ceremony.

There is no end to the ridicule, there is only more, no most!

"In order to prevent the universe from being destroyed, to protect the peace of the world, to implement justice and equality, to shoulder the mission of the times, to make the nine heavens and ten earths great again... The heavens can bear witness, the sun and the moon can shine, and all living beings should know that from today on, all of these things are handed over to the Holy Body Ye Fan!"

"Heaven has bestowed upon him a great mission. When people see him, it is as if they have seen the Tang Dynasty!"

In public, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty cleared Ye Fan's name, and from then on he was the dynasty's external representative.

He is the face, the signboard, the supervisor, and the law enforcer... He has been granted the most majestic identity, and will also shoulder the greatest responsibility in the world!

The young holy body will go deep into the grassroots of all living beings to understand the situation of all races in the universe in this era, supervise, handle, and maintain, moving forward step by step.

When he reaches the top, he may be truly qualified to be called the Emperor of Heaven on Earth. It's not about strength, but about experience!

This is very rare and unprecedented in history.

In the past, whoever had the strongest army and the most powerful soldiers was the king, and whoever had the biggest fist was the emperor on earth.

However, since the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, there has been an assessment of life experience... This is the progress of the times!

Of course, as the core of progress, Ye Fan couldn't laugh and just wanted to cry.

He could no longer escape, looking at the countless cold eyes staring at him under the altar. The greed, murderous intent, covetousness, disgust, etc. in them seemed to become real, almost suffocating him.

The impact of such a wave made him lose his mind, and he only came back to his senses when Jiang Yifei called him from the side.

"...Brother? Brother! What's wrong with you? Speak! Give a speech!"

Big Brother’s caring call was truly top-notch acting.

Ye Fan's mouth twitched, and he sighed faintly, "What can I say?"

Emperor Jiang didn't understand Ye Fan's distress and sadness, or he deliberately didn't understand. At this moment, he just gave advice and acted as a life mentor. "Brother, I know you don't have such experience, so you may be a little nervous..."

"We should not be afraid of any difficulties we encounter, but face them with a smile. The best way to eliminate nervousness is to face them calmly... Come on! Be more confident! Be more natural!"

"Open your heart and treat it as a normal conversation with an acquaintance. Tell some jokes, your true feelings, etc., such as your evaluation of this era, how you want to change in the future... etc.!"

The voice of Emperor Jiang carries an inexplicable charm that can soothe mental restlessness and relax Ye Fan's mind. It can be said to be a good medicine to soothe people's hearts.

Finally, Ye Fan spoke. His relaxed mind seemed to make him forget all the words. Facing countless saints and quasi-emperors, he gave a speech that came from his heart.

"The world is filthy..."

"Excuse me, everyone here is garbage..."

At this point, Ye Fan suddenly woke up, his scalp tingling - what did he say? !

There was total silence in the audience, with only murderous intent rising.

Everyone is united in their determination to obtain the Holy Body of Heavenly Punishment!

On the other side, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty was also stunned and looked at Ye Fan in disbelief.

However, Jiang Yifei reacted quickly. He flipped his hand and a Chaos Green Lotus appeared, swaying slightly and emitting an extreme aura, which calmed down the countless saints who wanted to rush onto the stage and tear Ye Fan's mouth.

This made Ye Fan a little touched. This "imperial brother" was still reliable at the critical moment.

However, this alone is not enough. It can intimidate a saint, but it cannot intimidate a quasi-emperor.

Fortunately, in the next moment, there was a brilliant golden light in the sky, and the shadow of a towering Buddha was reflected in the sky, looking down at all living beings. It was like a basin of cold water poured down, forcing the quasi-emperor to control his temper.

"Brother, what are you doing?!"

Jiang Yifei reminded him repeatedly, "Are you 'not taking the road to the fairyland, but forcing your way into the forbidden area'?!"

He was also a little shocked.

Jiang Yifei swore that even though he had instigated some of the words, the words that Ye Fan blurted out were not controlled by him!

But Jiang Yifei thought again and felt that it was understandable - Ye Fengchu was extraordinary, he had seen the world, and had personally experienced the siege and attack of thirty-six chaotic bodies. Then he turned around and looked at those saints and quasi-emperors below the stage. If this wasn't garbage, what else could it be?

It's very reasonable.

Although it was unexpected, it was reasonable.

"What a courage!" Jiang Yifei admired in his heart, "As expected of a generation of Heavenly Emperor, he was born to face challenges head-on, and even if there are no difficulties, he will create them!"

"So, the training that I and the ancestors designed for him... wouldn't it be a little easier?"

"Well, I'll make it more difficult when I get back. I'll use the Zimu River to strengthen this generation of young people so they can have children soon!"

An unspeakable thought flashed through Jiang Yifei's mind.

Ye Fan, who was standing aside, was speechless.

He blamed himself - what truth was he telling?!

But now that things have come to this, he has no intention of turning back.

'Apologize?'

“That’s impossible…”

"Since I'm wrong, I might as well keep making the mistake. Who knows, maybe it will turn out the other way..."

He made up his mind, looked stern, and sent a voice message, "Brother, do you think I can be safe on this journey to obtain the scriptures?"

"...I'm afraid not." Jiang Yifei gave the answer.

"In this case, why should we compromise? Why should we tolerate and lose our face for nothing?" Ye Fan spoke confidently, as if he was doing it for the public good and everything was for the organization!

"Peace survives when it is sought through struggle, but it dies when it is sought through compromise!"

"This is my realization... and I am willing to fight against all the evil spirits, monsters and demons in this world for the sake of the Divine Dynasty!"

Ye Fan’s message was so powerful that if Jiang Yifei hadn’t planned all this personally, he would have almost believed it.

At this moment, Jiang Yifei's eyes were deep and he looked at Ye Fan with admiration.

Okay!

He is worthy of being called "Ye Hei" in another timeline, together with Hei Huang, Duan De and others!

Ye Fan has said so much, how can the Tang Dynasty not help and protect him in the future?

Ye Fan, he has made contributions to the Divine Dynasty, he has shed blood for the Buddha... All of this is for the struggle for the ideals of the King of Freedom Buddha, how can he be allowed to bleed and shed tears!

"Ye Fan..." Jiang Yifei whispered in his heart, "You are indeed like me, you have the qualities of a demon ancestor!"

Then he laughed again.

——We never intended for you, Ye Fan, to die midway!

"Brother, since you have such determination, our Divine Dynasty will give you our full support!"

Jiang Yifei's promise was so powerful that Ye Fan could rest assured that the organization would never let him go...or give up on him!

Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief after getting a positive answer.

Facing countless murderous gazes again, he gained the confidence and was able to speak freely.