Guarding the prison for a hundred years, being born to overwhelm the demon king

Chapter 632 Wang Shichen, Picture of the Immortal Divine Court!
"Monk?"

Wang Moyun frowned.

Dayan banned the spread of Taoism and Buddhism for eighteen years.

Even the masters of the seventy-two gates have changed their gates.

Where did this monk come from?
His mind was spinning, but his eyes became quite sharp: "Where are they?"

"What monk?"

Xu Dayan was also startled. Just as he was about to speak, a stream of light flashed away in the sky.

The next moment, a female voice that could not conceal her excitement sounded in the courtyard:
"Master, please come in!"

Looking at the lingering sword intent in the air, Xu Dayan and Wang Moyun both smiled bitterly. The only one who could be more anxious than them was Luo Yuling.

"Good, good!"

The Buddha's name with a Zen meaning was passed into the courtyard.

The next moment, a handsome monk wearing a red cassock, accompanied by Luo Yuling, came to the courtyard.

"May I ask Master, where are you from?"

"Can you really solve our confusion?"

Wang Moyun slightly cupped his hands and his expression became quite solemn.

With his eyesight at this time, he couldn't even see through the heel and legs of the monk in front of him.

"Coming from the west."

The handsome monk smiled slightly, but looked in the direction Luo Yuling left: "The young monk is best at enlightenment. It is not difficult to make the stone speak."

"It's naturally not a problem to get people to talk."

In his eyes, a seemingly infinite divine light that only he could see was pointing in that direction.

And as a few footsteps sounded, the divine light suddenly stopped.

"Ok?"

But the next moment, the smile on his face completely solidified:
"This is!?"

……

Eighteen years have been like a dream.

At least Zhang Yunxiao thinks so.

In the previous life, I lived for tens of thousands of years, except for the first half of my life, the first few decades.

For tens of thousands of years, he was like a mouse in the shadows, barely able to see the light of day.

Reliving his whole life, he felt incredibly dreamy every day.

"Is it really a coincidence that my ancestor reincarnated me here?"

Glancing at the plain white skirt, Zhang Yunxiao's eyelids trembled.

Although he didn't care much about his appearance, it was still a bit inconsistent after all.

Thinking in her mind, she walked out of the room.

In this life, her name is Wang Ciyun.

In the God Worship Pavilion, the four seasons are like spring and the vegetation is green.

However, this is not the creation of some magical power or formation, but a change that only occurred after their family moved here.

In the quiet courtyard, a thin little man with black hair sat astride a black mulberry tree.

Two attendants stood beside him.

When they saw their stunning eldest lady, their breathing stagnated slightly. They quickly lowered their heads and called out: "Miss!"

"When did my little brother come to my courtyard?"

Wang Ciyun asked.

"On the day when the eldest lady was in seclusion, the young master came to the courtyard and stayed there for more than twenty days..."

The two attendants told the truth.

"It's up to you to take care of me."

After sending away the two attendants, Wang Ciyun looked at his younger brother with soft eyes.

She was lonely in her previous life, but now she has a family, which only makes her feel satisfied, which makes her even more happy than her improvement in cultivation.

At first, she only thought that her younger brother should be a person with great supernatural powers and had been reincarnated through many tribulations, so she was extremely wary.

But as the days passed, she discovered something was wrong.

This little brother of my own is as if he has practiced Buddhism's closed-mouth meditation, is silent, and is incompetent in both civil and military matters.

No matter whether I showed him the cultivation classics or started to teach him the method based on the heart-to-heart connection, I never saw the slightest breath of cultivation in him.

After that, news spread like wildfire that the first disciple of Taoist Hongxuan, the Wang family of Worshiping Pavilion, had given birth to a demented child.

This is not a secret among the upper echelons of the imperial capital.

I don't know how many people were laughing secretly.

Naturally, Wang Ciyun would not care about the rumors from the outside world.

Because she knew that when her little brother was born, he chanted the Buddha's words, which was extremely miraculous.

"Shichen, what are you doing?"

Looking at his dazed brother, Wang Ciyun sighed inwardly, stroked his black hair, and asked softly.

Originally, she didn't expect a response.

But suddenly, after eighteen years, she heard that familiar voice again:

"Ant-watching." "Huh!?"

Wang Ciyun was shocked: "Little, little brother... you..."

"Did you speak!?"

"Then why didn't you speak before?"

Wang Ciyun was surprised and happy.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

The black-haired boy under the Wumulberry tree did not raise his head, still looking at the ground.

Wang Ciyun followed his gaze and saw a nest of ants at the roots of the Wumulberry tree, which seemed to be moving.

So, she couldn't help but joked: "Then why are you talking again now?"

"If you want to say it, just say it."

The boy still didn't look up and replied casually.

Then, he pointed to the bottom of the tree: "Sister, look, an ant committed suicide."

"Suicide?"

Wang Ciyun wanted to laugh a little. An ant committed suicide, so what was there to care about?
But then, she stopped smiling and asked, "Brother, why do you care about an ant committing suicide?"

"Sister is born with wisdom and treats people well. Among all people, she is considered the best, but she doesn't care about the life or death of an ant."

Under the Wumulang tree, the young man shook off the sand from his hands.

Then, he stood up and looked up at his sister who was a head taller than him with a pair of bright eyes:

"Why would the superior gods and Buddhas care whether a human child is mute?"

"Ok?"

Wang Ciyun was slightly stunned, feeling that there seemed to be a deep meaning in his younger brother's words.

But then, her heart tightened again: "What god and Buddha? Where are they?"

Wang Shichen smiled, then shook his head and did not answer.

He just said: "Sister, are you curious? My little brother has been confused and stupid for eighteen years."

"Even if my mother teaches her skills with her mind, won't she be able to leave even the slightest trace in my heart?"

"Why?"

Looking at his younger brother's bright eyes, Wang Ciyun frowned slightly.

She also had doubts about this matter.

The transfer of skills from mind to mind is not the inheritance of skills in the ordinary sense.

Instead, he passes on the methods he has cultivated and the magical powers he has cultivated to others in this way.

Regardless of whether that person has any cultivation level, he will definitely learn these techniques and magical powers.

As a price, the person who teaches the method will completely lose these skills and magical powers.

However, when Luo Yuling passed on to Dharma King Shichen, he indeed lost his skills and magical powers.

However, Wang Shichen showed no trace of practicing Kung Fu at all.

Because of this, the couple was completely panicked.

"Because I have been practicing for eighteen years."

"Just to practice one extremely complicated technique..."

Wang Shichen said, taking his sister's hand, using his fingers as a pen, and sketched carefully.

"This is……"

An invisible force entered his body. Wang Ciyun looked at his palms, but his pupils shrank violently:
"This is... the Immortal Divine Palace Map!?"

She was extremely horrified.

This picture scroll looked very much like the picture of the Immortal Divine Court that she had seen in her previous life when she was studying Dharma in Tianshi Mansion!
But Wang Shichen shook his head and touched his palm again.

The next moment, Wang Ciyun felt that the picture of the Immortal Divine Court in his palm was spinning at an extremely fast speed.

The various colors in it are actually connected to each other while rotating at high speed.

In a daze, Wang Ciyun felt a burst of golden light in front of his eyes!
And in the golden light, the Immortal Divine Court Map has completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a rune she had never seen before.

尘！
"This is……"

Wang Ciyun was in a trance, while Luo Yuling stepped into the courtyard. She glanced at the two siblings, who were stunned and silent, and didn't think much about it.

Then, she waved and said, "Cier, bring your brother out."

Wang Ciyun slowly came to his senses. He wanted to say something, but Wang Shichen tugged on his sleeve.

So, her mind moved and she nodded in agreement.

The two siblings had a tacit understanding and followed the thoughtful Luo Yuling to the outer courtyard.

Then, they looked at the only stranger in the courtyard.

It was an extremely handsome young monk wearing a red cassock.

At this time, the monk saw the sister and brother, as if he had seen a ghost!

He staggered and took three or four steps back before he stabilized his body.

Afterwards, the red-clothed boy's heart was shaken, and his heart was full of disbelief.

"How...why are there two!?"

(End of this chapter)