Museum of Demons

Yingying's white-clothed woman bowed down, and the sentence of seeing her grandson.

The sword in Wei Yuan's hand stopped abruptly, and he didn't cut it out. The opponent was sincere, and he almost wondered if it was really his own experience in a certain life.

The parties have been so daunted, let alone bystanders.

After the barrage comments on the Internet solidified in an instant, an unprecedented explosion began.

"Fuck, benefactor, Xu Xian?"

"The little white face?"

"The first soft rice man in China?!"

"Nonsense, that is obviously a warrior!"

"I'm not convinced, I don't understand where I lost, brothers."

A barrage of comments flashed across the Internet.

The screen is almost maxed out.

But there are also many calm people who quickly judged: "No, if it is Xu Xian, then Bai Suzhen should call him an official, not a benefactor. This should be another benefactor, and I have not said that, Bai Suzhen has only Xu Xian is a benefactor..."

"He... can it be said that this is the difference between a great kindness and great virtue not repaying it, and the little girl agrees with her body; and the difference between a great grace and great virtue not repaying it, and forming a grass ring to repay it in the next life?"

The craze on the Internet is surging, but in reality it is quite quiet.

The scene where the white snake transforms into a dragon just now is extremely powerful. At this moment, there is still that kind of instinctive fear entangled in his heart. If you look at it from this, Xu Xian can resist such pressure, it seems that it is not so unbearable.

Yuanjue converged the Buddha's light and landed on Wei Yuan's side.

The white snake looked at the monk with his pupils upright, and there was a faint resentment between his eyebrows.

Wei Yuan felt that there was a mess in his mind, rubbing his eyebrows, and noticed the sight of the onlookers, as well as some brave and trembling brave men who took out their phones, waved their hands, and said, "Let’s go to the side and say... …"

The voice paused and said: "I have a lot of things I want to ask you."

Bai Shemei Yu Anning, who was quite rude to Yuanjue before, nodded.

Then the white long sleeves flicked, and the clouds gathered and dispersed. When the clouds dissipated, there were no more than three people here, and the heavy dark clouds covering a hundred miles around also slowly dispersed, and the sun streaming down from the gaps of the dark clouds. , Falling on the Jinshan Temple, there is almost a faint feeling of solemnity and sacredness.

"God, fairy...?"

……………………

After a while.

After the conversation between Bai Snake and Yuan Jue, Wei Yuan probably understood the past.

He rubbed his eyebrows: "So, when I was in the Song Dynasty, I was a thief."

Fahai must nod his head.

Wei Yuan looked at Bai Suzhen: "I saved your husband?"

The woman in white nodded.

Wei Yuan finally made a conclusion:

"Then when Jinshan was flooded, I died to help the people?"

"You were suppressed under the Jinshan Temple."

"Fahai, that is, Yuanjue, your previous life was exhausted in your cultivation base, and you were sitting in silence..."

Wei Yuan fell silent, just listening to this, he almost felt like that kind of disaster, and shouldn't be, besides, the robber... he looked at the monk and said with some curiosity:

"Yuanjue, you said I was a thief, what did I steal?"

Yuanjue folded his hands together, and replied, "It's not stealing, it's stealing, and it's going to be taken uprightly."

"As for what to steal?"

He just mentioned the past, but he didn't mention the red dress, he thought a little.

In the spirit platform, the past life reminded me: "Remember, don't be reckless."

"Don't be too direct."

"Understand, the poor monk has taken a language class in this life, and he knows how to modify the subtle beauty of language."

So Yuanjue comforted herself and replied:

"Master Wei Guan, you are stealing a woman's heart."

? ? ?

Wei Yuan was stunned at first, but he was such a heinous heart-digging thief in his previous life?

Then I realized the meaning of Yuanjue.

With the word contact thief, he couldn't help but gasp, and his forehead jumped:

"The Flower Picker?!"

Or the kind of high-end player who plays with emotions?

Should I surrender directly?

Yuanjue was stunned, and seeing Wei Yuan's face almost choked with fright, he quickly comforted: "Don't worry, don't worry, Master Wei Guan, although you were free and easy in your previous life, you didn't have much attachment to female sex. Nian, coupled with the young death, Yuanyang is still alive, only the cultivation base can be the best for the generation."

Wei Yuan: "..."

Thank you for comforting me.

I wanted to smile and nod.

But why, I feel an inexplicable feeling of being unable to laugh.

Wei Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth, and saw the white-clothed woman next to her pursing her lips as if she was holding a smile. He sighed and rubbed her eyebrows. He didn't know when, this level of social death, he could actually resist it. .

As if...

I have seen large-scale fireworks, of course, I can't appreciate the small smashing cannon.

I have seen the slight spicyness of Sichuan, but I don’t like the special spicyness of Northern Europe.

No, when has there been such a degree of social death?

Why don't I remember?

Wei Yuan began to meditate.

Yuanjue looked at the white snake and said, "...Back then, you filled the Jinshan with water. Although you stopped in time, it also brought a flood that shouldn't have occurred to the people on both sides of the strait. Therefore, you have been in the temple for thousands of years and used your cultivation to feed back. Jiangnan ground, as punishment."

"Now that the millennium is over, Jiangnan is prosperous, and you have a contribution to it."

"You and me cause and effect..."

The woman in white interrupted him: "Our cause and effect is far from over!"

Her pupils faintly turned into golden vertical pupils, and the atmosphere around her was abrupt.

Yuanjue frowned and said slowly: "Back then, if you were willing to live in seclusion with Xu Xian, the poor monk would not interfere more, but you set off the flood and flooded the golden mountains, almost causing the poor monks to attack you. Want to be entangled?"

The white-clothed woman gritted her teeth and said bitterly: "It sounds good. The message you left is only saying that you have taken my husband away. The monsters have different ways and are so selfish. The house is in a mess. If there are thieves and robbers, how can I believe you now? if?"

Yuanjue frowned and stretched out slowly.

The problem that I had been faintly aware of before finally emerged.

The thousand-year-old white snake is just the cultivation base of the Huajiao, how could it be possible to flood the golden mountain.

And he left a message, with Bai Suzhen’s previous character, it’s not like a demon who will directly desperate and set off a monstrous water, so that's it, who is in the middle...

Yuanjue sighed and said: "The words of the poor monk are true."

"If you don't believe it."

"You can recall that when you went to Jinshan Temple that day, Xu Xian received the slightest unfair treatment, but it was because you had your evil spirit left in his body, and the poor monk used Buddhism to resolve it, and you were not at home at the time, so you stayed behind. Oral message."

The voice paused, the monk raised his eyes, his eyes were quiet, and he said flatly:

"Furthermore, even your Taoism back then is still not a poor monk's opponent."

"If Xu Xian was really forced to enter the temple, would he end up in a mess in the house?"

Even Wei Yuan couldn't help but say a word from the bottom of his heart, this sentence is really domineering and calm.

The white snake was stunned.

All sorts of things came to mind in the past.

Everything in the world can hardly escape the tempest.

In the final analysis, it's just a matter of care and confusion.

Because I care, I dare not gamble on even the slightest possibility.

Yuanjue folded his hands together, and his tone eased down:

"It seems that you and I were deliberately guided by a third party in the past. It is rare that there is still this life. When you find a truth, you and I can know what happened in the past. You have been waiting under the Jinshan Temple for the White Snake. It's almost a thousand years. In this short time, you can't wait, right?"

The woman in white was silent for a long time and nodded: "Yes."

Yuanjue said: "However, you are a great demon who has been doing Taoism for two thousand years after all. You still have to inform the special operations team about the matter, and find the old celestial master of Longhushan, the master of Weiguan... Do you want to fight in advance? Phone?"

The monk looked at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan had already taken out his mobile phone, but after hesitated, he put it back in silence.

"We went straight up the mountain."

Wei Yuan said earnestly: "This will catch him by surprise."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid Daoyou Zhang will simply disappear."

……………………

The White Snake, who had just gotten out of trouble, couldn't understand the true meaning of this sentence at all.

But Yuanjue nodded clearly after contemplating, and obviously recognized the foresight of the master Wei Guan, and then said: "The master Wei Guan waited for me a little bit, there is still one thing that the poor monk went up the mountain and couldn't finish it."

He clasped his hands together, said a Buddha's horn, turned and walked towards Jinshan Temple.

At this moment, many monks of Jinshan Temple have been waiting in front of the Patriarch Hall. They saw the white snake and Yuanjue's battle before. They only felt that the sky was shaking, their minds were shocked, and they completely lost their ability to think. When Yuanjue, who had previously ascended the sky, came with a monk's bowl in one hand and a Buddhist bead in the other, these monks awakened with a spirit of excitement.

The old abbot moved forward and was about to bow to him, but Yuan Jue reached out and held it down.

He said: "Poor monk Yuanjue, come here to return cause and effect."

The old abbot did not understand yet, but saw that the monk raised his hand and gave it away. The monk's bowl in his hand flew back to the table of enshrinement, and then he threw the prayer beads in his hand and also fell down. Bao didn't care, and Yuanjue stared at the withered portrait of the Patriarch, with a smile on his face.

He raised his hand and pressed it to the center of his eyebrows. It seemed to pull out something. The monks saw it really. He actually pulled out another monk from the spiritual platform. Seeing his appearance, he looked the same as the Patriarch Peitutuo in the portrait. Everyone was shocked, and was speechless.

It is different from Wei Yuan's immortal Hua Daidai.

Ordinary heroes are reincarnated, and later generations will inevitably dominate the previous lives.

And Buddhism really cultivates...

Do not seek the future life, do not seek the past life.

Self-sufficient by nature.

Yuanjue looked at me in the previous life and Fahai looked at me in the next life. The two monks folded their hands together and smiled slightly. After Yuanjue only flicked their sleeves, the true spirit of Fahai flew onto the portrait, accompanied by a sound of Buddha. The bell, calmly the Buddha number, slowly dispersed.

The abbot was shocked and could not speak.

In Yuanjue's mind, there is still a memory.

After sighing for a long time, suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the relic of his previous life stored on the top of the stupa, and smiled:

"Hey, he is him!"

Fu pointed to the portrait again: "You are you!"

Raising his hand to pat his forehead, he laughed and said, "I am me!"

Turned and left, chanting loudly in his mouth:

"Go off! Go off!"

"The monk is only the monk of this life."

The abbot was trembling as he heard the words of thunder. He originally wanted to call the Patriarch, but felt that it was inappropriate. He only shouted: "Master Yuanjue, Master Yuanjue?!"

The tall monk turned around and only smiled and asked:

"Yuanjue is here, where is the master?"

"Yuanjue" is the original self.

The ‘Master’ is what others see as me.

Yuanjue is here, but where is me in your eyes?

The abbot was speechless, he was speechless after all, and the monk laughed three times and left.

Many monks asked bitterly: "I don't know where you are at the moment?"

Yuanjue doesn’t look back anymore~www.readwn.com~ He walked out of the Patriarch’s Hall in one fell swoop, and out of the hall again, with a simple monk robe, revealing the sun, looking at the youth who seemed to admire the scenery in the distance, he nodded his head gently, and then watched. The monks beside them replied:

"Amitabha."

He put his hands together and smiled:

"The poor monk-bhikkhu is just a sweeping helper in the area under the main gate of the Weiguan..."

ps: The first one today............

It seems that some readers have doubts about the previous trial. That trial can actually be regarded as a parallel world experience. The return of the true spirit at this moment is equivalent to experiencing a lifetime again, and the memory and experience are real.

His work and rest were beaten back to his original state... Hey, I don't know what shift it is today.

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