After I committed myself to the yandere villain, the male protagonist turned evil

Shen Niannian immediately felt a strong sense of familiarity coming towards her.

This sense of familiarity comes from the sword spirit of the Hundred Demons Sword.

The fragments of the Hundred Demons Sword are divided into seven sword spirits.

They are: gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind and thunder.

She now possesses two fragments of sword spirits, one of wind and one of fire.

I just don't know which one is in this box...

With joy, Shen Niannian caught the box that rushed over.

Then, she opened it calmly.

She saw a piece of glass-colored stone jumping out of the box, just like a rough jade, with a clear color. She reached out to touch it and felt it was very moist.

Just a light touch can bring a refreshing feeling.

But...which sword spirit is this?
Metal? Wood? Water? Thunder? Or Earth?

But the strange thing was that the gorgeous stone just kept jumping after seeing Shen Niannian, but did not transform into the appearance of sword spirit fragments.

Likewise, it shows no signs of recognizing its master.

This made Shen Niannian a little confused for a moment.

She recognized the aura of this sword spirit. There were two fragments of the Hundred Demons Sword merged in her body now, so she could be 100% sure that the thing before her was a fragment of the Hundred Demons Sword.

As it was, she was even more confused as to what was going on.

She subconsciously looked at Lu Wenyan. As far as she knew, Lu Wenyan knew everything she didn't know.

Sure enough, the moment his eyes fell on Lu Wenyan, he saw Lu Wenyan speak with a faint smile.

"The sword spirit soul inside has long been separated from the main body. Only by finding the sword spirit soul and merging it with the main body can the sword spirit recognize its master."

His voice was clear and elegant, and with just a slight smile, the red lotus on his forehead became even more radiant and beautiful, as beautiful as spring water.

Shen Niannian suddenly realized and thanked Abbot Xuankong.

Abbot Xuankong chanted "Amitabha" and said no more.

As a monk, he has no desires or requests. Even when he knew that this strange stone was a fragment of the famous Hundred Demons Sword, he remained indifferent and did not covet it.

Shen Niannian admired the noble character of Abbot Xuankong. She could not see Abbot Xuankong's cultivation level, but the fact that she could not see it meant that Abbot Xuankong's cultivation level was far above hers.

She thought about it and asked again, "Are you familiar with the master?"

She glanced in the direction of Lu Wenyan. Just now, Abbot Xuankong called Lu Wenyan: Young Master Lu.

But she never called his name throughout the whole process, and based on Lu Wenyan's personality, he was not the kind of person who would introduce himself.

Lu Wenyan shook his head calmly: "I don't recognize him."

The moment he finished speaking, Abbot Xuankong let out a long sigh.

"Mr. Lu really has forgotten everything."

Fatty leaned over and stood aside, eating the melon in silence.

Abbot Xuankong glanced at the three disciples behind him and signaled them to step aside for a moment.

The three disciples quickly responded: Yes.

Then he left the hall.

For a moment, the hall became increasingly quiet.

Shen Niannian did not ask any questions, but just waited patiently for Abbot Xuankong to explain.

Soon, Abbot Xuankong began to explain everything.

He pointed to the huge and magnificent Ji Le Pagoda on one side and said, "This pagoda was built by Master Lu."

"More than three hundred years ago, the Jile Temple was still in decline, a tiny speck of dust on this land of immortal cultivation. But in the back mountain of the Jile Temple, there is a spiritual vein that is naturally nurtured, which is beneficial to all kinds of practitioners." "This is also the reason why the abbot of the Jile Temple brought all the monks to build this temple in this precious place."

"Everything in the world, when there is joy, there is sorrow."

"There are countless demons and ghosts at the foot of the Jile Temple, coveting the spiritual veins of the mountain behind the Jile Temple, but they are all deeply afraid of the cultivation of the former abbot, Master Huiyuan."

"One day three hundred years ago, Master Huiyuan passed away. When the demons at the foot of the mountain learned of this, they planned a massacre and came to seize the spiritual vein."

"That day, countless people died and were injured in the Jile Temple. At that time, I was just a tiny Nascent Soul and was powerless to resist."

"Just as the Jile Temple was about to be destroyed, a man came walking on the moon."

Having said that, he looked at Lu Wenyan, his eyes filled with emotion and memories.

"It's Lu Wenyan." Shen Niannian replied.

Abbot Xuankong nodded and said, "Mr. Lu drove away the evil spirits for the monks of Jile Temple and gave me this pagoda as a gift to protect the more than one hundred monks of Jile Temple."

"At that time, I once asked Master Lu what the name of this pagoda was."

"Mr. Lu, however, told me calmly, just like today: This tower has no name."

"I am worried that if this tower is named after Master Lu, it may bring disaster to Master Lu. So I just call this tower: The Tower of Bliss."

"There is such a connection." Shen Niannian was quite surprised.

Unexpectedly, after going around in circles, everything seemed unrelated, but there was actually a mystery hidden.

However, Tanxi probably didn’t know that this tower was built by Lu Wenyan. If he knew, he would definitely not have planned to drag her into the tower.

Fatty couldn't help but click his tongue twice, but he didn't dare to look at Lu Wenyan.

But he found it very rare. He didn't expect that Lu Wenyan could actually save people, and at one time he saved everyone in the temple.

But since it is the same merit, why didn’t Lu Wenyan receive the power of merit from the way of heaven?
As soon as he thought about this, Fatty quickly figured it out.

This guy must have committed more sins, so it can only be said that his merits and demerits offset each other, and he cannot be considered a good person.

It was thinking deeply when it heard Shen Niannian ask again: "Then why does Lu Wenyan have no memory of this?"

Compared to Shen Niannian's curiosity, Lu Wenyan himself seemed not interested in this.

To him, it was just the loss of some memories, but he was not curious about it.

Unless Shen Niannian is in that memory.

Upon hearing this, Abbot Xuankong sighed again.

"I don't know the reason."

"But Master Lu only stayed in the Jile Temple for one night, and he was leaving the next day. Before he left, I asked him when he would come again. He just smiled and told me that he might forget everything when we meet again. The monks here don't need to remember me."

"As for the rest, he never mentioned it again."

"On the third day after Master Lu left, this strange stone fell from the sky..."

At this point, Abbot Xuankong's gaze fell on Shen Niannian's hand. He always called it a strange stone and did not mention that it was the Hundred Demons Sword.

"I thought that this strange stone fell because of Master Lu, so I carefully preserved it for more than three hundred years."

It is precisely for this reason that he has never revealed the existence of this strange stone to anyone else, not even to his current junior brother who is the host.

Upon hearing this, Shen Niannian couldn't help but sigh as well.

It happened three hundred years ago. What happened in that memory that Lu Wenyan had forgotten?
She glanced at the person involved, but saw that he was still smiling gently, as if he didn't care.

"Amitabha," said Abbot Xuankong, "Miss, don't be discouraged. Everything is predestined. Knowing it is a blessing, and not knowing it is also a blessing. This is the law of nature."

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...(End of chapter)