girl let me check

Chapter 410: Yin and Yang
An unknown voice called out his name, the echo indistinguishable from a whisper, as if it came from the other side of the world.

Fang Weihan slowly drew out the Liuming Sword and walked into the main gate of the temple.

There is a pond in the courtyard of this temple, with stream water flowing into it. A few fish are swimming around, wagging their tails, looking like red flowers in the water, very cute.

There is a small bridge in the middle of the pond, and opposite the bridge is a platform with a cushion on it. An old monk is sitting on the cushion, meditating peacefully.

"The condition of this person in front of me is very strange. I can't even figure out his background." Yun Shu said solemnly.

Fang Weihan silently thought in his heart: "Senior Sister? What is the cultivation level of this person in front of me?"

One breath, two breaths... Wen Zhexue didn't reply.

Fang Weihan's heart sank as an unexpected situation had occurred.

He looked back and saw that the temple gate was slowly closing.

"Don't worry, I'm still here." Yun Shu said, "I've recorded the time and space coordinates outside. If anything goes wrong, I can teleport you out immediately and I'll definitely keep you safe."

Only after receiving Yun Shu's promise did Fang Weihan feel relieved.

"King Guangling of the Empire, please take a seat." The old monk stretched out his hand to make a Buddhist gesture and pointed to another cushion beside him.

Fang Weihan walked closer and sat opposite him.

The old monk in front of him was extremely skinny, and his wide monk robe was empty, as if only a skeleton was left. He looked a little creepy and scary.

"Are you a monk?" Fang Weihan asked.

The old monk nodded, but then shook his head.

"My name is Ning Wu, and I am the abbot of this temple."

"Then why are you shaking your head again, Your Excellency?"

"What is a monk?" the old monk asked leisurely.

"The monks are devoted believers in Buddhism, but there is no Buddha in the Great Zhou Dynasty."

Fang Weihan felt a chill on his back.

After thinking for a moment, he said:

"The birth and death of all things is a natural law. As Buddhists are in the mortal world, they cannot escape the cycle of reincarnation."

"I see that you are thin, perhaps you are saddened by the decline of Buddhism?"

The old monk closed his eyes and remained silent. The Buddhist beads around his shoulders and neck were scattered irregularly, and the surface of the wooden beads was covered with a light layer of gray.

"When people live in this world, they always have to stick to something."

"I have sworn not to kill, and I have also vowed not to eat. Living on wind and dew, my body will inevitably decay."

Fang Weihan was secretly frightened when he heard this.

Buddhism has long been extinct, and those who are still alive today are indeed some crazy people who go against common sense.

"Isn't it the same for Your Highness?" the old monk looked at him and said.

"What do you know about me?" Fang Weihan asked.

"This old monk knows everyone's affairs." said the old monk.

"Master, you can tell at first glance that you are a hermit." Fang Weihan immediately began to flatter him.

He knew very well that when talking to these old monks, one should not do anything to agree with their words, as this would only allow them to lead you into the trap they had set long ago.

"Your Highness has his own insistence, and I will keep silent. But I still have the obligation to tell Your Highness one thing."

The old monk looked at him with cloudy eyes.

"Your memory has been tampered with."

Fang Weihan's face suddenly turned cold.

"The master knows a lot," he said.

When Wei Han talked to him on the side of Yulong Mountain that day, he also mentioned that his memory had been tampered with. Coupled with the inexplicable attitude of his senior sister towards him, Fang Wei Han had long believed in this matter.

But how did the old monk know this?
"Swords have no eyes, and weapons hurt people. If someone uses a sword to commit a crime, the sword will be called a vicious weapon even though it is innocent."

The old monk said leisurely.

"Would you like a fierce weapon?"

Fang Wei looked at him coldly and said, "Master, if you continue to say useless things, I will leave."

"Your Highness, it is time and fate."

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name and made a strange gesture. Five-colored yellow air currents appeared in the pond, and fish leaped.

"Swords have no eyes. I hope Your Highness will remember what I said."

His vision suddenly went dark, the air disappeared, and his body seemed to be falling endlessly into an unknown abyss.

"Yun Shu?" Fang Weihan said anxiously.

"Pretending to be mysterious." The girl snorted lightly, and a force of cause and effect was released, directly shattering the surrounding void.

The sky brightened, the wind and snow ceased, the sword-like observatory towers stood tall like a forest, the stars shone through the thin sky, and the aurora was faintly visible on the blue-purple horizon.

"This is..." Fang Weihan felt that the scene in front of him looked familiar.

"Wentian Peak." Yun Shu replied.

The girl looked at everything around her nostalgically, her gaze lingering for a moment on the huge sundial-shaped instrument in the distance, as if she was reminiscing about something.

"This is the main peak of Tianshan Mountain, where the sect's main pavilion is located."

"This bald donkey also knows how to teleport?" Fang Weihan was horrified.

"It's not teleportation." Yun Shu said calmly, "This should be an illusion, an illusion that can resonate with you. It means that you have some resonance with the cause and effect carried here."

Considering what the old monk had said before, Fang Weihan quickly understood what he meant.

"The old monk should have no ill will towards you, or... he wants to reach some cooperation terms with you." Yun Shu said.

Her voice became intermittent and her figure gradually faded.

"The next part is your own memory, so I won't peek. It's a good opportunity to use this time to visit old friends."

Old friend? Who are you talking about?

Before Fang Weihan could ask this question, he realized that Yun Shu had disappeared into the distance.

When did Yun Shu become so considerate?

Fang Weihan secretly complained inwardly and looked at the scenery in front of him.

This illusion is constructed based on his memory, and all objects and environments are restorations of the scenes in his memory.

In front of me is a low tower, and under the tower is a quaint courtyard with stone tables and chairs, and a fence made of white wood that looks like frozen clouds.

Fang Weihan stood in front of the courtyard, heavy memories streaming towards him, like a long-ago wind blowing past his ears.

The memories on Tianshan Mountain must be related to his senior sister. Even though he was used to seeing swords and sabers, he was actually a little hesitant and nervous for a moment.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the gate of the courtyard.

Countless chaotic memories poured into my mind, rushing to come. Rather than pouring in, it would be more appropriate to use the word "resurrection".

These memories have never faded, nor have they been forgotten. They are just sealed deep in Fang Weihan's mind, like specimens in ice crystals.

Fang Weihan looked towards the square outside the courtyard gate. It was here that he first met Wen Zhexue.

Memory revived.

"Hello... hello, my name is Wen Zhexue, and I'm Master's disciple. Woo... something doesn't seem right." The little girl in the memory said this in a panic.

After so many years, he still remembers the girl's pure face as clear and transparent as snow.

Perhaps from that time on, the fate of the two people has been intertwined.

So...that's how it is.

Fang Weihan stood in the yard for a long time, until the flying snow turned his hair white.

The more I recall it, the stronger the nostalgia and warmth become. In the cold wind of Tianshan Mountain, it burns in the dim place like a candle, but it never goes out.

He seemed to... somewhat understand why Wen Zhexue's attitude towards him had changed so drastically.

Fang Weihan's eyes swept across all the objects in the courtyard, and all the memories related to these objects were revived one by one in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"What Sister Zhexue... Don't call her that randomly, you should call her Senior Sister."

"Smelly junior brother, you are disobedient."

"Junior brother, this is delicious, come and try it!"

"Xiaohan, don't run around, stay behind me!"

"Xiaohan..."

After the memory fragments were collected, Fang Weihan understood everything.

"Sister..."

His heart was filled with so many emotions: the cheerfulness of sudden enlightenment, the excitement of finally regaining his memory, and the impatience to find Wen Zhexue.

He rubbed his sore eyes, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and couldn't help but become more alert.

Why was his memory sealed in the first place? What on earth did this monk want to do? Why did he go to such great lengths to unlock his memory?

All the scenes shattered, and the flying snow fell into the collapsing void.

"The donor is obsessed." The old monk appeared behind him without him noticing, "Being touched is the most useless emotion."

Fang Weihan asked in a deep voice: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I have already said that I am only explaining some necessary facts to His Majesty Prince Guangling."

The scene changed, deliberately speeding up and skipping over countless past events, and directly turned to the bleak cold wind at the top of Wentian Peak.

That day was Qingming Festival.

Fang Weihan saw Wen Zhexue taking him to the top of Wentian Peak to comfort her parents and relatives. He saw them hugging each other and recognizing each other as brother and sister.

"Well...sister believes in Xiaohan, believes in Xiaohan...wu..."

The suppressed crying of his senior sister echoed in his ears, making him feel bitter and sad.

The tears of a loved one are something that no one can bear to see.

Once he gets out of here, he will definitely go looking for Wen Zhexue without stopping.

The scene paused, and the old monk's voice became cold and sad.

"The donor will witness your death." said the old monk.

A cold wind blew at the top of Wentian Peak. He saw that the heavy snow blocked their way home, so the two had no choice but to hug each other for warmth.

Fang Weihan watched in silence.

He saw that the snow was falling heavier and heavier, almost burying the two of them completely.

He saw Wen Zhexue trying her best to protect him until her star power was exhausted and she fell into a coma.

He had clenched his fists without knowing when.

These were memories of the past, and Fang Weihan had no way of changing them; he could only watch in vain.

He was sad about his own powerlessness and cowardice, sad that he could not protect his sister.

After an unknown amount of time, the wind and snow gradually dissipated, and the figure of a Taoist priest appeared at the end of the wind and snow.

Fang Weihan's pupils suddenly shrank.

That was Master Taixu, his former master.

He heard Master Taixu say to himself:
"She has been poisoned by the cold and is suffering from the backlash of Taiyin. Only you can save her at this moment."

Zhenren Taixu asked himself to give up his sun star, seal his memory, and break up his heavenly soul and earthly soul, otherwise, Wen Zhexue would surely die.

He saw that he did it without hesitation.

The picture suddenly stopped and fell into endless darkness again.

Fang Weihan remained silent, with an inexplicable expression.

"These are all the memories of the donor that have been artificially blocked."

The old monk said calmly.

"Now, I believe the donor has also seen the unreasonableness of this."

"This is a killing game, a killing game that targets only the donor."

"What a coincidence, everything is just a coincidence. Linyuan Pavilion has mysterious methods, how could it not even solve the problems of cold poison and life star? This is just an excuse without any basis, but Your Highness was eager to save people at that time and didn't care about these things."

The old monk's voice gradually became deeper, and a golden light shone in his eyes.

"Linyuan Pavilion is planning on your highness's destiny star. They need this item to charge the Tianyi and help them overcome the difficulties in the prophecy."

"This sect has always been like this. For the sake of the overall benefit, anyone can be abandoned. Your Highness... is the one who was abandoned, and Linyuan Yuchen and Wen Zhexue are the murderous soldiers in their hands."

"If we want to start the plan, both the Moon and the Sun are indispensable. When Wen Zhexue is no longer useful, her power will be recovered by Master Taixu himself. At that time, there will be only one ending waiting for her."

The old monk slowly uttered two words: "Death."

Fang Weihan: "..."

It seemed as if there were Buddhist sounds playing in the void, and the soft whispers turned into a chorus, like thousands of enchanting red lotuses blooming together.

"In order to fight against Linyuan Pavilion, Your Highness must possess the power from the stars, and there is a ready-made choice before you."

The old monk said bewitchingly.

"The Sun's throne is yours, why would you give it to someone else?"

Fang Weihan couldn't help but start thinking.

Linyuan Pavilion once wanted to kill me, they might really have some plot against me. If I don't use the power of the sun, my Jingtian cultivation will not be able to improve, how can I fight against them then?

How can I protect my senior sister?
In the dark, a mysterious cause and effect connected his body and the sky.

From outside the countless spaces, the blazing golden sun penetrated through the void and cast its gaze on him again.

The Sun Star God has been absent for seven years, but he has been waiting for Fang Weihan's return.

Golden thunder ignited in Fang Weihan's pupils.

……

……

Yumo stood on the girl's shoulders.

"Ow."

Master, this illusion cannot be broken by external force.

"I know." Wen Zhexue replied softly.

There was a mysterious magic circle on her slender fingers. She had already understood the operating principles of this illusion and would be able to break it in an incense stick of time at most.

Xiaohan was accompanied by Lord Yunshu, so she was not worried.

"This formation can't trap me." The girl thought.

At this moment, it seemed as if a shackle in my mind was shattered.

"boom!"

The soul felt a sharp pain, as if a sharp spike had pierced into the brain.

The girl was not prepared at all. The severe pain made her fall to the ground, and her face turned pale instantly.

She held her head in pain, but was unable to stop the pain from spreading.

The girl's body was shaking violently from the pain and she felt like she might die.

"Ow!"

Yu Mo reacted and screamed miserably. It transformed back into its phoenix form and covered the girl with its broad wings.

It was Wen Zhexue's contracted spirit beast, and was connected to her destiny. It could also feel how much pain Wen Zhexue was enduring at the moment.

It was a pain that seemed to tear her soul apart. Her life star was dimming, and the heavenly soul belonging to Fang Weihan in her mind was also struggling to break free.

Yu Mo was extremely anxious, but there was nothing she could do. Nirvana could protect the body from being destroyed, but when it came to the life star, Nirvana had no effect at all.

"It's... it's Xiaohan..." The girl's mouth was bleeding as she spoke intermittently, "His destiny star... has awakened."

She fell to the ground in a miserable state, her pure white fairy robe stained with mud from the melted snow.

"Ah!" Yu Mo shouted anxiously.

"Don't go looking for him...it's too late..."

She could feel her vitality slipping away.

Eight years ago, Xiaohan abandoned his own soul, delayed the awakening time of the Sun Star, and forcibly pulled himself back from death.

Her life was originally given by Xiaohan, and now that he wants to take it back, she certainly has no complaints.

The moment she learned of the memory, Wen Zhexue had already anticipated this moment. It was just... it came earlier than she expected, so early that she didn't even have time to say goodbye.

In the final moments before death, Wen Zhexue was surprisingly calm.

It's just a pity... She didn't get to take one last look at him...

The girl felt a little regretful and reluctant in her heart.

Before closing her eyes, Wen Zhexue took one last nostalgic look at the sky.

Tonight... there is no moon.

……

……

The main court of Wentian Peak is under Tianyi.

"After all, it is a forgery of all spirits. It has the form but lacks the spirit." The girl sneered.

"If you knew your sculptures were being desecrated like this, you would be furious."

She said no more words, her robe remained motionless in the strong wind, like an untouchable reality.

She has been standing here for who knows how many years. The snow and wind in Tianshan Mountain remain the same, but the people...have changed one after another.

Yun Shu stood in front of the sundial, quietly looking at the scorching sun rising in the distance.

She gently stroked the spiritual patterns on the sundial.

"I asked her, and she said she could." Yun Shu said softly.

"I asked her."

Her eyelashes drooped and her delicate little face was sunk in the shadows.

"I shouldn't have done this. How would I be any different from the stubborn old man on Tianshan Mountain? But I...but I have no other choice. Even if I do this, the success rate is only 10%."

"But...but..."

The girl's words were crushed in the wind and were almost inaudible.

She stared blankly at the sun in the distance and said in a very small voice:
"If this doesn't work... then..."

"give up."

Yun Shu hugged her knees and sat alone under the sundial for a long time without moving.

She rubbed her eyes and buried her head between her knees, her weak shoulders trembling.

(End of this chapter)