high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 196

Under the dim sky, the middle-aged monk raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the lion-like barriers in the snowstorm far away.

The flags were fluttering, the army was clamoring, and the heavy footsteps of countless armored horses made the snow tremble slightly.

In Guanghui's vision, above the head of that army, black and purple colors invisible to ordinary people are intertwined and entangled, forming a dense cloud, covering the sky.

He frowned silently, and his expression unconsciously became serious.

In that army, he sensed a long-lost breath.

That's Miao Yan...

Endless evil, endless chaos, endless strangeness, ever since that old friend threw himself into the purple mist regardless of his persuasion, Miao Yan has such an aura.

Could it be that Beiwei and Miaoyan have something to do with each other?

Above the South China Sea, Qiuyi, the invincible fairy king who had avoided the world for many years, personally took action, and the result was wonderful and fierce.

But even so, he escaped unharmed.

"Human demons... no, not just human demons, it smells so strong of purple mist!"

Guanghui's eyebrows were frowned, and there was a doubt in his heart:

"Miao Yan, is your real body in Beiwei?"

What is the relationship between the big and small forces of Beiwei and his old friend?

While Guanghui was thinking silently, he heard Baishu's voice next to his ear.

"Three days ago, I saw ignorance."

The monk in white raised his head and spoke softly.

Guang Hui's expression was startled, he was silent for a while, but he didn't make a sound.

"I saw a Buddhist hall, and many monks sat cross-legged on the Buddhist hall and chanted scriptures. I think it may be the situation in the Vajra Temple."

Bai Shu then spoke:

"On the lotus pedestal right above the head, there is an old monk with a dark golden complexion. I recognized him as the abbot of the Vajra Holy Land. Beside the old monk, I also saw the face of the master."

"Continue." After a long time, Guanghui signaled him.

"The abbot said a lot of things, such as Du Shaozhi, Xuanxuanzi, Lianhua Zhenren, etc., among them, there is also the title of Lord Qingli... The abbot said that 30 years after the confluence of the north and the south, Wuming should be the head of the Buddhist sect .”

"Finally, I saw Wuming's face, I had the same face as him, and he told me..."

Bai Shu paused: "He is me."

In memory, the scene three days ago came to mind again.

Amidst the seemingly endless sound of wind and snow all over the sky, the monk in white slowly turned his head, clasped his hands, and looked indifferently.

When he raised his head, the mist on the monk's face disappeared, and Bai Shu saw his own face.

"I am you..." He whispered to himself.

That was the last word.

After a sound, the scene in front of him suddenly shattered, and it was never seen again.

Snowfields, monasteries, pagodas, Buddhist forests... everything suddenly shattered, like a dream bubble.

It was too late to ask any more questions, obviously there were too many doubts in my heart, but I couldn't open my mouth to ask.

The picture freezes at the moment when he puts his palms together and smiles. Behind him, the girl seems to be turning around.

When I wake up, what I see in front of me is still a gorgeous quiet room with brocade smoked cage purple, sleeves full of heavenly fragrance, and various crystal lamps.

It seemed that everything he saw just now was just a hysterical thought in his mind.

I have never left the quiet room.

But when Bai Shu endured the severe brain pain and lost his mind, he was shocked to find that the golden lotus between the eyebrows had some cracks at some point.

It looms between the brows, accompanied by the faint water light, the whole body bursts out like a mist-like golden lotus, which has become dilapidated.

The surface of Jinlian's body was pierced by thick cracks, as if it would disintegrate at any moment.

Three days after that, Bai Shu never saw the golden lotus manifest again, everything seemed to be just an empty dream, a wild hysteria in his mind.

"I am you..."

Occasionally, when Bai Shu thought of the last sentence, his heart would always tremble.

He stared at himself as if staring into a mirror, and what was reflected in the mirror was his own face.

Three days later, Bai Shu was brought to Beiwei by Guanghui, and with his magical foot power, he traveled from Tongjiang to Beiwei in an instant.

In the snowstorm in the northern country, he inexplicably remembered the scene three days ago, and couldn't help talking about it to Guanghui.

The middle-aged monk kept a dull face all the time, and he couldn't see sorrow, joy, or ups and downs from his expression.

"He..." After a long time, Guanghui said in a deep voice, "Did he mention me?"

"This……"

Bai Shu looked at the middle-aged monk's face, but was dumbfounded for a moment.

"No?" Guang Hui laughed at himself and shook his head: "I see."

"The one on the center of your eyebrows is a great supernatural power of Buddhism called "Nine Numbers of Yuanlian"."

Guanghui silently looked at the young monk beside him, his brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes full of confusion.

He suddenly remembered the scene hundreds of years ago.

It seemed that in just a blink of an eye, that little monkey-like baby who could only cry had grown into an adult.

And in the blink of an eye, the grown-up monk was reincarnated, and I never even saw his last side.

""Nine Numbers of Yuanlian" can cover the deduction of the secrets of the sky, even the Holy Master of Jiejing Mountain, a master of calculations in the secrets of the sky, also praised it."

Bai Shu froze, the middle-aged monk's palm covered the top of his head, and a heavy sigh came from above his head.

"The golden lotus between your eyebrows is the imprint of "Nine Numbers of Primordial Lotus", and it is it that obscures my deduction."

"Then what I saw..."

"What you saw happened really happened. After Wuming descended from the mountain, he overwhelmed the monk Cizai of the Northern Chan School, and trapped the Landa Temple with eight dragons for three days and nights.

The abbot himself said that 30 years after the confluence of the north and the south, Wuming should be the master of Buddhism. "

He smiled bitterly: "Unfortunately, ignorance did not survive to the confluence of the north and the south."

"You are him." The middle-aged monk closed his eyes and spoke softly.

The atmosphere was silent for a long time, and the eyes of the ground mouse imprisoned by Baishu rolled around, and their eyes were full of melons.

"I have greeted Uncle Ranxu, who is now the governor, if you want to join the army, go to him."

Guanghui suddenly said:

"I was summoned by a sage recently, and I will go to the South China Sea to meet Mr. Xuan Wen. You should be careful yourself."

He added another sentence: "Beware of the Qingshen Temple and the Northern Zen School!"

Qingshen view?

Before Bai Shu could ask a question, he saw the middle-aged monk beckoning to him indifferently.

"If you have awakened Su Hui."

He smiled bitterly: "I still hope..."

Guanghui didn't finish what he had to say, the middle-aged monk stepped out, and his figure disappeared without a trace.

Beiwei...

Qingshen Temple and Northern Zen Buddhism...

After Guanghui left, Baishu stood on the snow for a while, he let out a deep breath, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Devil!attribute value!

I'm coming!

The imprisoned ground mouse was shocked. It watched in amazement that the young monk suddenly went mad, and danced.

It was relieved when the young monk gradually walked away and the sound of footsteps disappeared.

My lord, I really have a lot of blessings, and I am a master of fate!

That monk is such an idiot, master, my skin is very valuable, why did I forget it?

People nowadays really don't know how to be diligent and thrifty in housekeeping...

It cursed a few words happily in its heart, and just about to twist its body, it was surprised that it was still unable to move.

Worse!

The ground mouse suddenly froze, and in the distance, the sound of disappearing footsteps was slowly resounding.

"I just said, I seem to have forgotten something."

It heard the young monk muttering.

The ground mouse's eyes widened in astonishment, its heart beat like a drum, and its face was becoming clearer in its field of vision.

The young monk squinted his eyes, his expression was uncertain, and the ground mouse looked at him, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

In just a split second, after confirming his eyes, Bai Shu suddenly smiled, and stretched out his hand to catch the ground squirrel.

(End of this chapter)