As a supporting actress, she doesn’t follow the plot

The next day, at dawn, Shen Yushan rode out of the capital.

Once Yu Huai died, Gu Yixin lost control of his body and could appear openly in front of others without attracting anyone's attention.

Hanshan Temple was in front of him, Gu Yixin looked at Song Ruohuai's back with an indifferent expression.

"Will Chu Hengyan be waiting for us inside?"

Song Ruohuai did not answer this question directly. In a sense, it is difficult to know this person's inner thoughts.

After staying in front of the mountain gate for a while, Songruohuai came forward and knocked on the door. The young novice came to open the door.

"Donor, this temple no longer accepts pilgrims."

Gu Yixin raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's find Chu Hengyan."

As soon as these three words were spoken, the little monk was stunned for a moment and looked at her strangely.

In fact, her tone is a bit like...the monster Yu Huai.

But if you take a closer look, your face doesn't look the same, so maybe you're overthinking it.

The little monk comforted himself like this in his heart. When he was confused, he heard a voice behind him.

"Let people in."

After opening the door and letting people in, the young monk went to do other things. The three of them faced off in the temple for a while.

Song Ruohuai looked at him with a smile, then bypassed Chu Hengyan and entered the main hall.

There is a Buddha on the lotus platform, looking compassionately at everyone who comes to worship and pray.

Chu Hengyan nodded and glanced at Gu Yixin. The aura of this woman had no resemblance to Yu Huai's.

The two people entered the treasure hall one after another. Song Ruohuai had already lit a candle and inserted it in the incense burner. The smoke was rising, making it impossible to spy on everything here.

"Do you believe in Buddhism too?"

"Do not believe."

Chu Hengyan laughed when he heard this and said, "Isn't this inappropriate?"

"Just asking for peace of mind, why not?"

If he could escape from the illusion today and take Gu Yixin back safely, it wouldn't be a big deal to pay homage to the gods and Buddhas.

After Song Ruohuai finished all this, he turned to look at Chu Hengyan, who was looking at the Buddha statue with a calm face.

"Have you understood what Buddhism is by killing the one you love?"

What I love...

These four words touched his heart, "It seems not."

"That's a pity. From now on, no one will wait for your eighth reincarnation."

Song Ruohuai didn't want to make any detours with him. The two of them had been delayed in the illusion for so long and they had to go out today.

Chu Hengyan stood in the hall, ignoring the sound of someone drawing a sword behind him.

He clasped his hands together, showing an attitude of pity for all living beings, but there was an imperceptible ferocity in his eyes.

In order to meditate on Zen and realize the Tao, everything can be abandoned. The most loved ones can be killed, and the most loved ones can be abandoned.

In order for the shackles to be broken, he can ask for nothing.

What a pity...

"Girl, I don't really like the sound of swords."

Song Ruohuai made no move and said quietly: "You went to such great lengths to find someone to replay all the past with Yu Huai over and over again. Do you want to gain enlightenment and ascend through it?"

"If it doesn't break, it won't stand."

When obsession becomes a demon, you can't listen to anything.

Gu Yixin smiled sarcastically: "If a snake like you could become a Buddha, wouldn't it be ridiculous?"

"Snakes and scorpions are also living beings. Don't we say that all living beings are equal?"

Therefore, the little flower can transform into a human being to accompany him, the clam spirit can cultivate, and the crow can speak human words.

Why is it that when it's his turn, he doesn't deserve it?

Chu Hengyan didn't quite understand, maybe people had such a despicable temper.

He was forced to kill Yu Huai and put all the blame on a woman.

Not to mention that the emperor was dissolute and immoral and killed loyal ministers...

They only remember that if they kill Yu Huai, everything will get better.

Snakes and scorpions are certainly scary, but aren’t humans the most terrifying thing?

Desires are hard to fill, greed is boundless.

Chu Hengyan didn't feel that he was innocent. He had known for a long time that Xiao Hua'er gave up 400 years of cultivation to cultivate a lifelong relationship with him, but she didn't get the conjugal love she wanted.

Then a fire from her former sweetheart came and burned her until only a handful of ashes remained.

There is no afterlife for the spirits of flowers and plants who cultivate into human form.

Yu Huai will not come back again.

Chu Hengyan has always known this. He was trapped in Hanshan Temple for eight lifetimes and could not escape.

If Xiao Hua'er died...he wanted to know if he could understand the cause and effect.

"It is good that all living beings are equal, but I remember there is also a saying in Buddhism called karma."

Chu Hengyan's expression remained unchanged and he murmured: "Karma?"

"It was so long ago that I can't even remember it."

I don’t even remember where I came from, and I don’t know why I end up in Hanshan Temple every time.

In the attic of Hanshan Temple, there are thousands of volumes of scriptures, and he can recite them backwards and forwards.

"Have you found a way to escape the illusion?"

Chu Hengyan turned around and asked with a smile, as if he was asking about a common thing.

"nature."

"Do you expect your remaining soul to lead her out? Or do you want to release the things in the Buddha's words?"

Chu Hengyan narrowed his eyes, "I remember his name is Tianzhu?"

"It's not a bad name."

"But people who even the heavens want to kill live well in the end."

"That's the way this world is."

Gu Yixin was shocked. It turned out that everything in the illusion was being monitored by Chu Hengyan.

"Since you have seen through that I am not Yu Huai, why do you have to..."

Do you have to trap her in a body, unable to make any decisions?

When she asked this question, Chu Hengyan didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a while, he said, "I'm afraid I'll forget her."

Looking for someone to replay the past over and over again belongs to his and Yu Huai's past.

Erasing the memories and appearances of those people, everyone in the capital of the Wei Dynasty was a witness between him and Yu Huai.

Witness what?

It is testimony that he was once accompanied by someone, and there were also people who gave up their cultivation and followed him into the mortal world without hesitation.

"What a lunatic."

Gu Yixin only felt that this person was sick.

The situation outside Hanshan Temple changed suddenly, and the sky became gloomy, as if it could drip water.

The powerful air current surged, and both Gu Yixin and Song Ruohuai were shocked.

I knew he could control illusions, but I didn't expect him to be able to do so.

After releasing all his spiritual power to find out Chu Hengyan's cultivation level, Song Ruohuai looked at him doubtfully.

"You actually split your soul into two?"

Then, the little monk I met in Guanyin Mountain is the other half of the soul...

Chu Hengyan seemed to be very patient, "Yes, you can see that these are better than those losers."

He sat on the futon and said word for word: "This play is a nostalgic drama, so I have to find someone else."

The wind howled outside, like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.

The gloomy clouds in the sky suddenly turned red, and red light came out from the clouds.

Chu Hengyan began to recite scriptures, and the sound of knocking wooden fish seemed a bit strange in the palace.

Before Song Ruohuai could speak, Gu Yixin had already drawn his sword and stepped forward.

Chu Hengyan really has a problem.

There was a faint halo surrounding him, isolating Gu Yixin's Fuliu Sword.

No matter how he stimulated his inner strength, it was useless, Chu Hengyan remained unaffected.

This is an out-and-out lunatic.

Following the sound of Chu Hengyan chanting sutras, drizzle began to fall in the sky.

There was an air of death in the drizzle.

Gu Yixin turned around and looked outside. It wasn't rain, it was blood.

The sticky blood is dripping like rain, and the ticking is endless, blurring the scene in front of me.

Song Ruohuai looked at his back. How was it different from an ordinary young novice monk?

What is the Buddha-like snake mind? It was Chu Hengyan.