too affectionate

Chapter 284
On that night every year, Xuan Mansion seems to be an isolated world, tightly shrouded in black silence, incompatible with joy and hope.

No matter how bright the fireworks are outside, the Xuan Mansion will be gloomy; how happy the people outside are, how silent the people in Xuan Mansion will be.

Wanyan couldn't figure out why, but she never dared to ask.Because on this day, the anger that parents have endured for decades will be especially obvious on this day, burning them even more gloomy.

That gloom is hatred, regret, and the color that cannot be looked back.

Therefore, this day is the day Wanyan hates the most in a year.

Wanyan turned over and completely buried herself in the quilt, trying to escape the passage of time.

At the same time, the summit of Southwest Kunlun.

In Nuoda’s pure white marble temple, the pure white floor, pure white walls, and pure white dome reflect each other, making the magnificent palace even more ethereal and mysterious.

In this huge hall, where you can't see the end from the door, there are only the steps that reach the dome, a bed, a table and chairs, and two veils on display.

Other than that, not even a speck of dust can be seen, it is so clean that one feels depressing, and so pure that one fears to defile this holy place with the uncleanness of one's whole body.

On the high platform on the top of the white marble that goes straight to the dome, a stone bed made of white marble stands impressively in the center.

On the seemingly cold stone surface, there is not even a thin layer of veil, and the harsh and hard cold light is flowing wantonly. There is only a jade pillow carved from pure white jade placed on it.

Rather than a bed, it is more like a noble ice coffin.

At the foot of the stone ladder, there is a pair of tables and chairs, both made of white marble, with only a wooden scroll on the table.

Between the stone ladder and the table and in front of the table, a white veil is hung respectively.

The veil was long and wide, falling feebly from the soaring dome to the ground like a waterfall of moonlight.Its color is almost transparent, but not even a ray of light can pass through it.

At this time, sitting beside the table was a man in white. He wore a white veil and a silver crown on his head. Half of his black hair flowed from his fair neck and shoulders, becoming the only black in this white palace.

Although the man's white clothes are not decorated at all, but just looking at its softness and glossiness, one can know that this is the unique and precious material in the world.

At this time, the long white clothes flowed from the tall and straight body of the man like clear spring water, passed through the white stone chair, and finally fell on the ground tick-tock. In the moonlight, the white clothes like clear spring water reflected each other. There is a wave of light.

On the man's face, a veil covered his face like a flowing cloud, and fell to the collarbone, like a piece of silk covered with peerless jade.

Above the veil was a pair of extremely black eyes.

It has no beam of light, no waves, only eternal silence.

The man sitting in the center of the hall was looking down at the wooden book in his hand with his eyes downcast. The veils in front of him and behind him were shaking slightly under the blowing of the night wind, and the shadows of the moon were scattered all over the floor.

The majestic hall makes the man more lonely, and the silent man makes the hall colder, so the two sides complement each other.

At this moment, the tall palace door of the palace was pushed open carefully, and it was the four tall servants working together to forcefully push half of the palace door open to a gap that could allow one person to pass through.

After opening the door, the servants immediately knelt down to salute, and said in unison: "Kowtow to the Dharma Protector on the right in front of the hall."

As soon as the voice slipped into the hall door, it was immediately swallowed up by the dead silence in the hall.

A moment later, a man in white clothes and gauze entered through the crack of the door, holding a square and clear jade plate in his hand. Inside the jade plate was a gourd-shaped glazed pot with two ears and a lotus bottom, and a clear teacup.

They were both dressed in white and gauze, although the man's clothing was worth a thousand dollars at first glance, it was still far different from the clothing of the people in the palace.

After entering the palace, the man watched from the corner of his eye as the servant outside closed the palace door again, and then walked in. His footsteps landed on the marble floor without leaving the slightest sound. so-so.

From the entrance of the palace to the first veil, it is completely pure day, there is not even a single plant, or a single pillar, and in addition to its vast area, this open space is enough to cover more than half of the Tianquan Imperial Palace. It's that big.

Walking in it, on the white and transparent stone walls up, down, left, and right, there are figures of men passing through, just like walking in the Milky Way where the heaven and the earth blend.

From the entrance of the palace to the first veil, the man who walked like flying walked for less than half an hour.

At a distance of one foot from the veil, the man flicked his left hand down on the chest, and then placed the jade plate in the air on that position, and the jade plate actually stayed in the air like that.

After putting down the jade plate, the man put his left hand on top of his right hand and placed it exactly two inches in front of his chest. He lowered his head and touched the backs of his hands with his forehead. Touched the back of his hand.Finally, the hands moved down, the palms of the hands pressed tightly to the ground, the whole person bent down and kowtowed, the forehead rested on the back of the hands, and the whole face was buried on the ground.

"The eternal believer of the Jingshi clan, the devout servant of the 110 supreme gods, Jue Zhanshu, kowtowed to the supreme destiny, the gods of all ages, the supreme saint, I pray that the god will bless the heavens and protect the common people."

The man fell on the ground and said, the voice was not loud but the words were clear, and he didn't get up after he finished speaking.

"rise."

At this moment, a deep and cold voice came from inside the veil. The voice seemed to come from the sky. It was distant and empty, without any warmth.

"Thank you, the Supreme Holy One, for your kindness."

The man who claimed to be Gongjue Zhanshu kowtowed three more times before getting up again, carefully picked up the glass plate hanging in the air, and with his peripheral vision, he swept first over his left shoulder, then over his right shoulder, and then down again. After reaching to his toes and confirming that his whole body is not dirty, he asked again: "I report to the Supreme Holy One, my servant, come to have tea."

At this time, the voice just now came from inside the veil again, it was still a word.

"Enter."

With the approval of the people in Mannei, Gongjue Zhanshu picked up his steps again, stepped sideways into the veil, lowered his head the whole time, without making the slightest sound.

The sitting man still looked down at the wooden book in his hand coldly, as if he didn't notice anyone coming in.

Gongjue Zhanshu walked lightly to the side of the marble table, quietly placed the jade plate on the table, held up the jade pot with both hands, and poured the liquid that was as transparent as flowing ice into the side in the glazed cup.

　Hahaha, have you guys guessed that Gongjue Zhanshu is the little brother Luanfeng?

　　Because the names of the people in the temple are special, they will use aliases to cover up when they enter the mortal world. Their names can also reflect their personal characteristics, such as
　　Jing Sakyamuni——Heng Li: The wind and rain in the world are turbulent, and I (Heng) will be the hat of the world.

　　Gongjue Zhanshu——Luan Feng: A family of Luan (Luan), which belongs to Feng (Maple) elephant.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)