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

His ability to predict the future should not be used too frequently. Not to mention shortening his lifespan, if he spies on other people's secrets many times, he will lose his merits. If he practices Buddhism, his merits cannot be lost.

So he will set a limit for himself, and he can only use it every ten years. Now that the time limit has not expired, if he uses it again, he will be punished by heaven.

There are only a handful of Buddhist cultivators in the Six Realms. In this situation, where can we find another Buddhist cultivator to suppress Jiang Ying?

The late Elephant God understood everything and witnessed the madness descending. He immediately decided to use the magic: star movement.

He wanted to transfer the poison from her body to himself. Wushengcao was ineffective against him, so there was nothing to be afraid of. He could also digest the demonic energy before it had grown, but there was really no way to deal with this poison.

If left unchecked, she will become possessed and die sooner or later.

"Dharma."

The empty room in Sanlangou, except for Jiangying who was stunned by Baili Shuokong, was the Elephant God, and Youglai's soul gradually emerged from the void, "Have you thought about it?"

Three hundred years ago he brought a mortal to ask her what his fruit was.

This is his fruit.

Being a demigod has its drawbacks.

This is what you have to bear.

"I have thought about it." The Elephant God moved his wrist and summoned a star disk with twenty-eight stars. He pointed his index finger and the green lotus seal between his eyebrows turned into a point of light. "I, the people of Yizhongchuan, are entrusting you."

He is sober and understands the consequences of using this technique.

As a price, his godhead will be sealed and he will forget everything, including who he is.

"I won't let you live half your life with bad memories." These were the last words Xiang Shen said to the sleeping Jiang Ying.

When Jiangying woke up again, she couldn't remember the cause and effect of the incident.

She forgot everything about the wilderness, except that she had been here before and then turned around and left.

She forgot what Lu Yuqiu did, but she only knew that he had wanted to commit the following crime.

She forgot that she had been trapped in a demonic miasma, riddled with twelve kinds of toxins, and was as crazy as a demon.

It was very hot that summer.

When the summer wind blows in April, it seems to have the willfulness of a young man, and the spring water ripples along with it.

Maybe, some people are destined to only stay in memories.

Blurred moments are the best value-added project for a person. The first encounter in Jiangnan, the setting sun shone on the young man, and the mottled light and shadow burned through the heart of the sixteen-year-old girl thousands of times.

I was ready to charge into the battle majestically, but my army was defeated because of your appearance.

It’s the coming of a new year, and the spring embankments coincide with slanting branches and weeds stretching to the sky.

Sanlangou martial arts training ground

It was a sunny and windy day.

"Huaihuai!" The woman in pink used her spiritual power to heal the back of the little boy in green's hand while reprimanding others.

Jiang Ying glared and put her hands on her hips, pretending to be an elder and scolding the short young man in red, "Why did you drag Yang Yun to fight with you again and hurt his hand? Why don't you fight Mingming!"

In the rest area of ​​the martial arts training ground, I heard someone mention him. The boy in white with black fox ears on his head looked at him and swung his fluffy tail behind him.

The ends of his naturally charming red phoenix eyes were raised, his purple eyes were disdainful, he crossed his arms and smiled scornfully, "I am at a higher level than him, so of course Jiang Huai picked Yang Yun, who is at the same level as him, to beat him."

Xiao Jianghuai, who had been taught a lesson, had a bitter look on his face and hid his natal sword, "How could I have imagined that the third child has not reached any level after two months? He is older than me anyway. I thought he was at least in the middle stage of foundation building. Already..."

He reflected from the side that Yang Yun's cultivation progress was slow.

"..." When Jiang Ying heard this, the hand that was healing Yang Yun froze.

"Master?" Such a childish voice.

Her reaction caught the attention of a boy in Tsing Yi who looked to be only nine years old. The child-like Yang Yun reminded her, "My injury has healed."

Jiangying came back to her senses and smiled, "That's good. It's noon. Let's go have a meal with Huaihuai Mingming. Wenge is waiting for you."

"Okay." Little Yang Yun obeyed and waved to the black fox, "Elder brother, let's go!"

The black fox rolled his eyes and walked in the opposite direction with them, "Ling Wenge is here, I won't go, help me get some food back."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his ice sword and returned to his own yard.

It doesn't matter, if the big brother doesn't come, the two little boys will go together as a team!

Several people left the Kuangguang martial arts training ground. Jiang Ying stood still and stared at Yang Yun. Zi Shubugui, who had followed her, saw her expression and sighed quietly.

"Old man, I still don't understand why you want to accept Yang Yun as your disciple."

"When he reaches twenty-eight stars, he will regain his godhead and the seal will be released. Then he will still be your elephant god, and you can still be together."

No one in Sanlangou knew what happened on the day Jiangying was poisoned. When they entered, Jiangying's demonic energy disappeared without a trace, and the twelve poisons were transferred to Yang Yun, who had returned to youth.

Toxin transfer, no matter how stupid they are, they know that this must be related to the Elephant God. As for why the size has become smaller, there is no way of knowing, maybe it is related to the transfer spell he used.

When Jiang Ying woke up, she naturally saw the change of Xiang Shen. She asked everyone about it, and they all said they didn't know.

Not only that, Sanlangou also discovered that both of them had memory loss. One didn't know he was poisoned, and the other forgot who he was.

This is Xiang Shen's choice, and the people in Sanlangou respect his choice. The poison in his body is always explained to outsiders as "brother-born".

Until Yang Yun's shadow faded out of sight, the wind blew, and Jiang Ying teased away a few strands of dancing long hair with her fingertips, and her melodious voice was rough and raw.

"He belongs to the common people, not to me."

The master-disciple relationship is a forbidden love. Only this relationship can restrain her and make her realize that he is an ancient god who cares about everyone, and she should not take him as her own.

She remembers him leaving her behind in the wilderness because of someone else's talisman.

She has not forgotten the misunderstandings that should be forgotten, and she has forgotten all the misunderstandings that should not be forgotten.

As for Yang Yun, why is it that the same person has such a different personality? Don't ask, it's because he was infected by Jiang Huai and Heiming when he was a child.

Hence, today's silly and silly Third Senior Brother.

As long as she stood there, Zi Shu stayed with her as long as he didn't return.

"Baby, if, I say if, everything that happened in the wilderness was a misunderstanding, will you regret accepting him as your disciple?"

He thought Jiangying might need some time to think about it, but he didn't want her to answer immediately: "No."

He was always a god, and she was a mortal in the beginning, his disciple.

Neither turn back, why did not forget?

If you miss it, don't look back. Why should you remember the past?

Everything now is as traceless as flowing water, destined but not separated. He was born in the sea of ​​​​stars, with a heart of compassion for the world, and finally belongs to the world.

She let him protect the common people, and just became his believer, watching from a distance, as long as her faith allowed him to survive.

Love is precious, it has no reincarnation, and if you miss it, it will last a lifetime.

If we were not destined in the previous life, we will wait for reconnection and make a wish in the next life.

Let go of one thought and feel free.