Help! The ascetic and cold senior brother is actually a fallen demon villain

"Wait a minute." Youglai called to stop the graceful figure walking away.

Before falling asleep, I still remembered to say hello to the Dharma Minister. I really cared about this person and I really didn’t know what to say.

The woman who was stopped stood there, slowly turned half of her face, looked back and smiled, "Sister Tiandao, do you have any other advice?"

Youmo didn't like her calling her that way. She felt like she was being looked down upon.

"Three hundred years ago, the Dharma Prime Minister sent a dead mortal to ask me to give her divine status. You understand that this is impossible. I just want to know if you happened to not be asleep at that time, would you help him?"

At the unexpected question, the woman narrowed her orange eyes mixed with black, covered her mouth and chuckled.

"After all, I have to show off to the Dharma minister to save my face. It's okay to make an exception, but -" Her naughty tone suddenly changed, and she rubbed her red lips with her fingertips, which was very intriguing.

"After all, she is not of my blood family. From now on, she must drink blood to extend her life. It must also be the blood essence of the monks that is full of spiritual power..."

Therefore, the choice Dharma made three hundred years ago was the most correct.

Not to mention whether ordinary people can accept it, Dharma ministers may not even dare to think about it.

The woman began to yawn again, and suddenly became lazy, "I'm going back to sleep. If you have anything to do, wait until I wake up to talk about it, Sister Tiandao~"

She walked away gracefully and looked up at the stars for the second time.

There is also a causal relationship between gods and their people. If the Dharma is resurrected, returns to Yizhongchuan, gives birth to new people and regains faith, it does not seem to be a bad thing.

As reincarnation changes, the River Styx has neither sorrow nor joy.

Above the nine heavens, the universe is too empty. In the middle of the night, dreams are lingering. Frost and mist are all over the sky. The stars are shining brightly again.

The pair of golden eyes that were cold and indifferent to the world of mortals appeared again. The green lotus on his forehead was turbid with dust. His green shirt and black hair came gracefully in the afterglow of the stars, and finally melted into the moonlight, listening to the sighs of living beings in the sky full of stars. Watch the common people.

"Dharma." In a clear voice from the sky, the blond woman rode the clouds to the sea of ​​​​stars. The stars guided her, and the stars opened up for her.

The tip of her glazed shoe stepped into the sea of ​​stars. The bright girl raised her eyes, and when she met the man's eyes shattered by the setting sun, she smiled from the bottom of her heart, "Dharma Minister, welcome back."

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The willows beside the bridge are reflected in the water, and the pear blossoms in the lotus pond are whispering secretly.

The boatman wears a bamboo hat and slides a long pole to push the ancient boat forward, causing ripples on the river surface.

"Why is it always rainy in the south of the Yangtze River?" Zi Shubugui stood in front of the boat, raised his head slightly, raised his arms and stretched out the umbrella to catch the warm drizzle outside.

Jiang Ying stood beside him, looking into the distance, "I like her very much."

She likes the patter of raindrops on the paper umbrella, the humid environment, and the curl of smoke on the surface of the pool.

"By the way, Laoba," Zi Shubugui turned to look at the woman, his half-tied and half-bundled black hair resting lightly on her waist, "When will you accept your stepson?"

"Why do you ask about your stepson?"

"Just asking, it's time for you to train an heir."

Jiang Ying lowered her eyes and opened her lips and said, "I already have a candidate. I met him a few days ago, but I didn't bring him back to Sanlangou."

The two of them passed a tea house in a boat, and a distant whistle sounded, as if the smoke and rain were blowing away, and they expressed their sorrow of separation and recalled the past.

The girl in pink clothes looked up, following the flute and Xiao, and at a glance, she fell into the golden river of light and shadow.

Destiny is hard to cut off, and it will come back thousands of times.

"...Yang...Yun?" She didn't know how she could watch that man pronounce these two words she had never heard before.

More than three hundred years have passed.

He found his followers.

She also waited for her god.

A few months later, Jiangying took in a stepson and brought her back to Sanlangou. This was a child she met one day while traveling in the lower realm of the gods, named Lu Yuqiu.

He was born in a small family, and his daily life was not rich, but he had enough to eat. This nine-year-old boy was very sensible, and although he was not very old, he understood the hardships of his parents and was diligent and thrifty in running the household.

Jiang Ying took a fancy to his tenacious and unyielding spirit. After a brief conversation, she asked him about his intention to become a monk, and then guided him to open up the sea of ​​knowledge and guide his spiritual roots.

It is difficult for children from poor families to practice cultivation. It does not matter if they start late. They have high understanding and are diligent. As long as they practice more, they will become great in the future.

"Laoba."

Jiang Ying, who was teaching Lu Yuqiu how to be lucky, heard the call from behind and turned around. When she saw the man for the first time, she snorted softly, as if she was angry.

"You promised to pick me up, but you arrived half an hour late."

The elegant man with Buddhist beads in his hand smiled and raised the corners of his lips, and said in a very gentle tone, "I encountered an interesting little animal on the overpass, which delayed me for a while."

"What animal?"

"A poor little black fox that can't hide its tail and ears. Where's the Binglinggen? Just like you, I also taught you a mental method."

Jiangying let out an oh, then she thought of something and frowned, "That's not right. You know I'm in Lingzhuang. You can get to me directly by walking to the right from the God Realm Ferry. This is the nearest passage. But the overpass is at the ferry. On the left side, from there to the mausoleum is a full circle of distance, why did you take such a long detour to the mausoleum?"

In other words, why do you want to go to the overpass?

"..." Hearing this, Baili Shuokong opened his eyes, staring at her with pure gold pupils, and then smiled in confusion.

"Really? I haven't been to the God Realm for a long time. I must have remembered the wrong way."

"..." Jiangying always felt something was strange, but she couldn't explain it.

She brought Lu Yuqiu back to Sanlangou in the name of her stepson.

six years later

Lu Yuqiu grew up to be a fifteen-year-old boy, and that was also the first time he saw the elephant god.

His life master introduced him that this was her Taoist companion, the Dharma Xiang Shen, the ancient god in charge of the stars, and he could also be called Yang Yun.

The Elephant God returns to Yizhongchuan, and his mission is still the same as before, to protect the common people and his people. With new believers, he is getting stronger and stronger, and he has gained more faith than in the previous life.

Jiang Ying had no memory of her first life. Her sixth sense told her that this man must have done something for her. Otherwise, how could she know his name.

Lu Yuqiu doesn't like the elephant god.

The first thing he saw was hostility.

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I was obsessed with watching the new OP of Xingtie and forgot to write the article. I am guilty...