Xian Dynasty Era

Chapter 111 He Has No Regrets!
Back to the bamboo building where he lived, without stepping inside, Su Zhao's eyes moved slightly, and he said with a smile: "Since you want to hear it, come out, there is no need to sneak around."

An'an walked out from behind the bamboo forest at this time, her eyes dodged, and said: "Who wants to listen, I just came to ask you, when will you go to that place?"

Su Zhao thought to herself, she really is a tsundere girl who says nothing but what she means.

Just now, he swore to kill him, but turned around and eavesdropped, this white tiger...has a psychological problem.

"You can say whatever you want." Su Zhao paused for a moment, then slowly said, "As for going to that place, if you go there at night, it won't attract attention."

An An nodded, but did not turn away, and silently followed Su Zhao into the bamboo building.

I have been in this cage-like world for many years, and I have never heard such a fascinating story.

At this moment, on the Yuanci Mountain, Hu Xiang smashed the iron puppets into pieces with an axe. After all, he couldn't hold on any longer. The iron puppets who came under siege exploded with a hammer, but as Mr. Hushan said, those iron puppets The puppet is very measured, and the exhausted Torano just suffered some skin trauma and passed out.

On this side, An An rested his chin on one hand, and stared at Su Zhao, who was talking about "Relying on the Heaven and Slaying the Dragon" with a pair of crystal clear sapphire eyes. It’s useless, it’s not bad to tell yourself a story.”

Su Zhao said in one breath that Zhang Wuji was knocked off the cliff and got the "Nine Suns Manual", then he stopped talking, Gein, it was already dark outside.

"Let's talk about the story later, let's clean it up, let's go to that place to have a look." Su Zhao picked up the teacup and moistened his throat.

Wei Xiangge came back to his senses, and said in surprise, "It's getting dark."

An An nodded and looked up at Su Zhao.

At this moment, in a cliff next to Bodhi Ridge, the lights are dim, and several figures are flickering.

Hu Xiang was talking to his father, accompanied by his mother, and several banshees were serving him.

"Aren't you with An'an today?" Hu Xiang's mother is also a tiger demon. She is wearing a blue skirt and a golden hairpin with a crested head. She put down a pottery bowl full of dishes and asked casually.

Her son and Mr. Hushan's sons and daughters often hang out together, and she is happy to see the results. This Hushan country is said to be the Hushan country, but in reality, after a change in the past, there are very few tigers who have achieved the Tao. It was a good fit for An An, anyway, she was happy to see it come true.

Hu Xiang said angrily: "Mr. Su came to the mountain recently. An An and he have not known each other for a long time, but they are getting closer, but they are getting farther and farther away from their son."

Hu Xiang's father, Hu Teng, an old man in a yellow robe, is holding a pair of bamboo chopsticks, picking up a piece of rabbit meat, and stuffing it into his mouth. He warned: "Mr. Su is being valued by the king, so it is not easy to provoke him. You'd better not provoke him in a short time. As for An'an, you'd better accept that thought."

"Father, it's true that the king is so generous to a human race." Hu Xiang complained.

"Your Majesty has plans for your Majesty, so don't complain." Hu Teng said.

Hu Xiang said: "Can you have any plans, isn't it that the human race can say a few words of Buddhism? I think it's because Buddhism has entered the mind..."

"Bang~"

The bowl in Hu Teng's hand slammed heavily on the stone platform, but strangely, it didn't shatter. He glared at Hu Xiang and said nothing.

Hu Xiang suddenly fell silent, bowed his head and dared not speak again.

"Okay, I'm a few hundred years old, why are you getting angry at Xiang'er?" The mother of Hu Xiang on the side continued, and then looked at Hu Xiang, "How old are you and what do you know? If the king is like this Simple, how could Fan Hu, who was sick and weak, become the lord of this Hushan Kingdom?"

"You are a woman, what nonsense are you talking about here!" Hu Teng, who was at the side, suddenly looked gloomy, and interrupted in a cold voice.

What happened 800 years ago, those who knew about it back then either fell or were silenced one after another. Even the monster generals of Hushan Kingdom, such as the second guardian and the fourth monster general, have changed a few times. No one knows about the Hushan period. The secret of King's murder of righteous brother and Bayi's wife.

And Hu Teng, as the demon king who condensed the demon core, was precisely one of the few high-level officials who knew the secrets of the Hushan Kingdom.

800 years ago, Mr. Hushan was still a common tiger. The kingdom of beasts was not unified at the beginning. Mr. Hushan was brave and powerful because he dared to fight and kill. Together with another tiger general, he was valued by the leader of the tiger kingdom and used as a general. ,
At that time, the wife of the Lord of the Tiger Kingdom gave birth to a silver-haired tiger, which was suspected to be of the blood of a white tiger. Later, this white tiger...caused civil strife in the Tiger Kingdom.

It is precisely because he knows the dark history of Lord Hushan that Hu Teng is terrified, especially every time he sees that the mad and bloodthirsty Hushan Lord has now turned into a peaceful and eminent monk, every time he thinks about it, he almost shudders .

And just as Hu was whispering to his family, a seven-storey pagoda stood majestically on the back mountain of Bodhi Ridge, where golden bodhi tree branches and leaves danced. Embedded with treasures such as agate and colored glaze, it reflects the sun and is colorful.

As the breeze blows, a series of wind chimes rang, and Zen sounds burst out. On a plaque of yellow-bottomed fir wood, there are three large characters "Eight Treasures Pagoda" inscribed in dark red characters.

On the seventh floor of the Eight Treasures Pagoda, on the futon, Mr. Hushan is wearing a golden cassock, sitting with his knees crossed in meditation. His face is full of compassion and tranquility. The Lingxi creek is rushing, the criss-crossing Buddhist golden pivots in the pool are running, and the lotus leaves are fields, sparkling.

The slim lotus flowers are blooming with gorgeous flowers as big as jade plates.

However, at this moment, the blossoming lotus flowers scattered, and a transparent ice coffin with a length of seven feet appeared, inside which curled up a fringed green skirt in green smoke and white gauze, with long silver hair, a beautiful face, and a soft temperament The elegant and beautiful woman, with her eyes closed, lay peacefully in the ice coffin.

The beautiful woman is about 20 years old, her appearance and facial features are very similar to An An, but there is a soft and gentle charm of a mature woman flowing between her eyebrows and eyes.

Mr. Hushan looked down, and an unspeakable warmth gradually appeared on his face. His eyes were absent-minded for a long time, and he murmured: "An'an has grown up, and the noble blood of your white tiger clan flows in her body. When she condenses the demon Dan, I will take his demon pill, resurrect you with the secret method of turning the wheel, and then tamper with the memory with the technique of marrying dreams, we can start again after we leave here... This time, no one can separate the two of us."

"almost……"

A look of insanity appeared on Mr. Hushan's face, the brilliant Buddha's light in his eyes faded away, black demonic energy grew, and the golden cassock on his body was almost stained with ink.

One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon, too much obsession, but attachment becomes a demon.

Hu Shanjun was in a trance, and a scene appeared vaguely.

He was seriously injured that year and was on the verge of death, and he fell headfirst into the weeds. When he was in a coma, he saw a pair of boots embroidered with pink and white lotus flowers, a silver-haired girl in a green skirt, and a medicine basket on her arm. She came slowly, squatting. Down.

With some emotion in his light, soft voice, he said: "You are just a fan tiger who has just condensed mana, why do you have to work so hard, now your dantian is torn, your muscles and bones are broken, and your life is not long... that's all, this is a drop of white tiger Blood may save your life."

The girl murmured, her fingers were like knives, a gleam of golden light flickered on her fingertips, a wound was involuntarily drawn on her palm, and a drop of plump and mellow white tiger blood dripped on the thick chapped lips of the young man.

Then the girl sighed faintly and left lightly.

When we said goodbye, it was already the annual bonfire party in Hu Country. Amidst the booing and whistles of the people of the same clan, the girl threw the garland she had made to his brother-in-law...

"Obviously we met first, why..." Hu Shanjun's heart ached, but the scene in his mind became clearer.

Turning around suddenly, the girl was dressed in a wedding dress like fire, and boarded the sedan chair carried by several horse demons. He was clenching his fists fiercely, and there was a flame called jealousy in his eyes.

The righteous sister-in-law has a gentle temperament, kind words and caring, and a sweet smile...

"Wow……"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, staining the front of his clothes, and awakened Mr. Hushan from his memories of the past. Seeing the golden light and black glow intertwined in the blood and passing away, bitterness appeared on his face, "The method of Buddhism, the last It’s about Zen enlightenment of the mind. In order to practice the secret method of turning the wheel all these years, I have violated my heart and forced myself to be obsessed with Buddhism. Maybe I have become a demon..."

"But, I don't regret it!" Hushan Jun roared in a low voice, his sleeves were windless and his face was full of determination.

On that day, he personally stabbed Jie Dao into the back of his brother-in-law, and what he saw was an unbelievable face, he did not regret it!

On that day, with his cultivation base that had just survived the disaster of Jindan, he led his troops to kill the heads of Huguo, and he did not regret it!
Until I saw An An's mother with a big belly looking at him sadly and painfully...

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