Valkyrie

Chapter 353 Half Buddha, Half Demon
Looking at the figure sitting cross-legged, Lin Huang was obviously frightened.

That figure looked like a middle-aged man, not at all like someone who had lived for more than 200 years.Half of his face is exceptionally handsome, as white as jade, revealing the gentleness and charity of Buddhism.

However, the other half of the face looked extremely hideous and ugly, with blood flowing on it, full of a strong killing atmosphere, which made people daunting.

The middle-aged man is wearing cassock, with his hands clasped in front of his chest.

The same is true for those hands, one hand is as white as a jade hand, and the other is as ferocious as a ghost's claw.

Half Buddha, half devil!

Looking at that figure, Lin Huang suddenly thought of this word.

"You came!"

In the stupa, the half-Buddha and half-demon sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes.However, the latter only opened half of the left eye on his fair face, showing an extraordinarily merciful, compassionate look.

"I have seen Master Wuzen!"

Lin Huang bowed respectfully, stepped forward and approached Ye Wuchan.Then he asked, "Why is Master like this?"

It's hard for Lin Huang to imagine what kind of experience it was that tortured a generation of Wu Wang to this point, half Buddha, half Buddha.If the Buddha's eyes are opened, it means that the world is saved with compassion, and if half of the devil's face opens its eyes...

Ye Wuchan smiled and said nothing, but did not return to Lin Huang's question, but said calmly:

"More than ten years ago, Lin Changtian's benefactor once entered the pagoda. He told the poor monk that maybe on a certain day in a certain year, someone will enter the pagoda again, and he was indeed right!"

Ok?
Lin Huang frowned slightly, with some doubts in his heart, he asked, "Why?"

Ye Wuchan still didn't answer Lin Huang's question, but raised his compassionate gaze, his voice was a little hoarse, and said: "The poor monk wants to borrow something from the benefactor!"

Lin Huang scratched his head, "If you want me to stay in Wuchan Temple, it's impossible!"

"Of course not!"

Ye Wuchan picked up a flower and chuckled, "The temple of Wuchan Temple is too small to overcome the demon in the donor's body!"

Lin Huang was stunned, and immediately took two steps back on guard.If Xiao Yishan knew about the existence of his martial soul, it would not be surprising.But even though Ye Wuchan is a generation of Martial Kings, he shouldn't have this ability.

It was Tian Shura who could see through his body.

"The poor monk guessed it!"

Ye Wuchan suddenly said, but that half of his fair face was extremely determined, and then he continued: "It is also because of this that the poor monk wants to borrow something from the benefactor!"

"What is it?"

Lin Huang asked.

Ye Wuchan's eyes were shining brightly, like Buddha's light shining down, he only smiled lightly, but Lin Huang's eyes stabbed, and then he took a few steps back.

"Eight-armed Shura cauldron!"

Ye Wuchan laughed.

Lin Huang frowned suddenly, looking at Ye Wuchan, who was half Buddha and half demon, his thoughts were concentrating.

"What does Benefactor Lin think of this poor monk's skin?"

Ye Wuchan didn't wait for Lin Huang to respond, and then asked.

"quite handsome……"

Lin Huang said very honestly, which caused Ye Wuchan to smile slightly, and there was a touch of sentimentality of reminiscence on his white and jade-like face.

"Back then, when I first entered the rivers and lakes, everyone said so!"

Ye Wuchan pursed his lips and chuckled lightly, making the Buddha nature around him vivid, not as lifeless and depressing as before.

"That year, the poor monk was just 19 years old. When he was a teenager in fresh clothes and angry horses, he flicked his green shirt and threw thousands of gold. He fought in fourteen dynasties with one body, and blocked a million masters with one sword!"

The smile on Ye Wuchan's face became more and more lively, the smile was very clean and pure, "But in that year, the poor monk also met Xuanyuan Wuxiang and Ah Lei!"

"I remember it was March [-]th. The three of us hit it off at Luoyue Tower. From martial arts, history, characters, and folk customs, we talked about the country, the common people, and the world. We also talked about how many years an ant can live, and why there is a donkey. Why doesn’t this animal, Sanqian, the harem beauty of the Shangguan Dynasty, have a son..."

"That night, under the witness of A Lei, Xuanyuan Wuxiang and I drank blood and drank wine, and became friends of eight obeisances!"

The smile on Ye Wuchan's face became more and more brilliant, just like a young man who had just entered the rivers and lakes, so pure and thorough, his smile made people feel like spring breeze.

"On that day, I also fell in love with Ah Lei, to be precise, it was love at first sight!"

The smile on Ye Wuchan's face became a bit bitter, and after pursing his lips, he coughed and said, "A Lei is not very beautiful, but it is as gentle as a pool of autumn water, as thorough as a pool of clear spring, and as knowledgeable as a vast ocean. !"

"It's a pity... Ah Lei fell in love with Xuanyuan Wuxiang!"

Ye Wuchan closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, as if he still had some regrets even now.

Lin Huang remained silent. When he was in Xuanyuan Mansion, he heard Xuanyuan Tibing talk about the emotional entanglement between these three people.Up to now, Lin Huang still feels a little bloody.

"I once got drunk and whipped famous horses, and I once threw thousands of gold with a smile. How high-spirited a young man who just entered the rivers and lakes is, but how ignorant and conceited he is!"

Ye Wuchan sighed, seemed a little sad, and the compassion in his eyes became more and more intense, "The poor monk is half a year older than Xuanyuan Wuxiang, and it was the poor monk who saw Ah Lei first. Moreover, the poor monk's sword can Stopping millions of masters, he will definitely win Dongling No.1 in the future. But why did Ah Lei choose to be with Xuanyuan Wuxiang?"

"The poor monk feels that they have betrayed me!"

Ye Wuchan's voice was very calm, but in that calmness, he couldn't suppress the trembling in his emotions after all.

"There are 3000 million Buddhist scriptures in the world, and the word "duliuqing" is the most murderous!"

Ye Wuchan sighed suddenly, and slowly lifted the cassock, revealing half of the cut white robe inside, and continued:
"On the day they were together, I, Ye Wuchan, broke off my friendship with Xuanyuan Wuxiang, broke off our friendship, and vowed never to enter Xuanyuan City again in this life!"

When he said this, Ye Wuchan's half-Buddha, half-demon body trembled and almost fell to the ground.Lin Huang stepped forward quickly and grabbed one of them.

Ye Wuchan continued, "At that time, if the poor monk wanted to kill Xuanyuan Wuxiang, he only needed a sword. But the poor monk couldn't let Ah Lei go, she was called Ah Lei, how could the poor monk have the heart to make her cry !"

"So, when Xuanyuan Wuxiang and Ah Lei got married, I built the Wuchan Temple here, and it's all right to pretend that there is no Ye Wuchan in this world!"

Ye Wuchan's half Buddha's face was full of smiles, but it was extremely bitter and full of sighs, "The Yin Yang Valley was born within seven days of their marriage!"

When he said this, Ye Wuchan frowned for the first time.

"You must have heard about the Yin Yang Valley!"

Ye Wuchan turned his head to stare at Lin Huang, and said calmly, "Xuanyuan Wu gathered ten large groups of life masters, then built the place to lock the dragon, and set up eight detention seals to seal the Yin-Yang Valley."

Lin Huang nodded silently.

"At that time, the poor monk stood on the top of Wuchan Mountain day and night, and wanted to go down the mountain to see what kind of ghosts and snakes were in the valley of Yin and Yang, and see if I, Ye Wuchan, might destroy it with a single sword. But at that time, I still remembered the hatred Xuanyuan Wuxiang, I don't want to meet with him!"

"And then what?"

In the pagoda, Lin Huang asked.

"later……"

Ye Wuchan's expression paused, he let out a long breath of relief, and then he choked up, "The poor monk has not gone down the mountain yet, the news of Xuanyuan Wuxiang's death came!"

"That day was the first time the poor monk cried in his life! Just when the poor monk finally decided to go down the mountain with his sword, someone sent a letter and something, and kept the poor monk here for more than two hundred years..."

(End of this chapter)