Museum of Demons

The white-clothed woman who Yingying bowed down, and the one who said goodbye to her benefactor.

The sword in Wei Yuan's hand stopped abruptly, and he didn't cut it out. The other party was so sincere that he almost doubted whether it was really his experience in a past life.

The parties involved are already so confused, let alone bystanders.

After the barrage comments on the Internet froze for a moment, an unprecedented explosion began.

Fuck, benefactor, Xu Xian?

That little boy?

The No. 1 Ruanfan in China?!

Nonsense, that's obviously a warrior!

I don't accept it, I don't understand where I lost, brothers.

A barrage of comments flashed across the Internet.

It almost blows up the screen.

However, 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 never said it. Bai Suzhen only Xu Xian is a benefactor...

Hiss...Could it be that this is the difference between a little girl who promises her body with her body when she has no great kindness to repay;

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

The scene of the white snake transforming into a dragon just now was extremely majestic, and at this moment there is still a faint instinctive sense of fear lingering in his heart. If we look at it from this perspective, it seems that Xu Xian can withstand such coercion, and it seems that it is not so unbearable.

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

White Snake looked at the monk with straight eyes, with a hint of resentment in his brows.

Wei Yuan felt that his mind was in a mess, rubbed between his brows, and noticed the gaze of bystanders, as well as some courageous brave men who took out their mobile phones tremblingly, waved their hands, and said, Let's go to the side and talk... ...

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

Yu Aning, the white snake eyebrow who was quite rude to Yuanjue before, nodded.

Then with a flick of the white long sleeve, the clouds gathered and dispersed, and when the clouds cleared, the three of them were gone, and the heavy dark clouds covering a radius of hundreds of miles also slowly dispersed, and the sunlight streamed down from the gaps in the clouds , Falling on the Jinshan Temple, there is almost a solemn and sacred feeling faintly.

God, god...?

……………………

After a while.

Under the conversation between White Snake and Yuanjue, Wei Yuan probably understood what happened in the past.

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

Fa Hai must nod.

Wei Yuan looked at Bai Suzhen: Did I save your husband?

The woman in white nodded.

Wei Yuan finally made a conclusion:

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

You were suppressed under Jinshan Temple.

Fahai, that is Yuanjue, in your previous life you exhausted your cultivation and passed away in meditation...

Wei Yuan fell into silence, just listening to this, he almost felt like some kind of disaster, and he shouldn't, besides, the big thief... He looked at the monk, somewhat curiously said:

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

Yuanjue put his palms together and replied, It's not stealing, it's stealing, and it's going to be taken openly.

As for stealing what?

Just mentioned the past, but did not mention the red dress, he thought for a while.

In the altar, my previous self reminded: Remember, remember, don't be reckless.

It can no longer be too direct.

Understood, the poor monk has taken Chinese lessons in this life, and understands the beauty of language modification and subtlety.

So Yuanjue comforted himself and replied:

Master Wei, what you stole is a woman's heart.

? ? ?

Wei Yuan was stunned at first. In his previous life, he was such a heinous heartbreaker?

Then I realized Yuanjue's meaning.

Contacting the word thief, I couldn't help gasping, and my forehead twitched:

The Flower Picker?!

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

Should I just turn myself in?

Yuanjue was stunned for a moment, and seeing Wei Yuan's face almost choked with fright, he quickly comforted him in a broad voice: Don't worry, don't worry, Master Wei, although you were a free and easy person in your previous life, you didn't have much obsession with women. Coupled with the fact that he passed away at a young age and Yuan Yang is still alive, his cultivation can be the best in a generation.

Wei Yuan: ...

Thank you for comforting me.

I was going to smile and nod.

But why, I feel an inexplicable feeling that I can't laugh.

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, seeing the woman in white beside him pursing her lips as if she was holding back a smile, sighed, rubbed the center of her brows, I don't know when, this level of social death, he could still resist .

as if...

I have seen large fireworks before, so of course I don't like the small ones.

I have seen Sichuan's mildly spicy food, but I don't like the very spicy food in Northern Europe.

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

How can I not remember?

Wei Yuan began to think about the past.

Yuanjue looked at the White Snake and said, ...you flooded the Jinshan Mountain back then, and even though you stopped in time, you also brought a flood that shouldn't have happened to the people on both sides of the strait, so you were kept in the temple for thousands of years to repay you with your cultivation On the ground in the south of the Yangtze River, as a punishment.

Now that the millennium period has passed, the prosperity of the south of the Yangtze River is also due to your contribution.

You and me cause and effect...

The woman in white interrupted him: Our karma is far from over!

Her pair of pupils faintly turned into golden vertical pupils again, and the surrounding atmosphere was sharp and sharp.

Yuanjue frowned and said slowly: Back then, if you were willing to live in seclusion with Xu Xian, the poor monk would not have interfered much, but you caused a flood, flooding the golden mountain, and almost caused the loss of life, so the poor monk shot you. Want to pester me endlessly?

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

Yuanjue frowned, and slowly relaxed it.

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

The Millennium White Snake, but the cultivation level of Huajiao, how could it be possible for the water to flood the golden mountain.

And I left a message, with Bai Suzhen's character before, it doesn't look like a monster who would just ignore everything and set off a torrent of water, so it turns out that there is someone in the middle who is causing trouble...

Yuanjue sighed and said, Everything the poor monk said is true.

If you don't believe it.

You can recall that when you went to Jinshan Temple that day, Xu Xian was treated unfairly, but it was because your evil spirit remained in his body. The poor monk used Buddhism to dissolve it, and you were not at home at that time, so you stayed behind. Message.

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

Besides, even with your Taoism back then, you were still no match for the poor monk.

If Xu Xian was really plundered to enter the temple, how could the house be left in a mess?

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

White Snake was stunned.

All kinds of things from the past came to mind.

Everything in the world can't escape being tempted by thoughts and emotions.

In the final analysis, it is nothing more than four words of caring.

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

Yuanjue clasped his palms together, his tone softened:

It seems that you and I were deliberately guided by a third party for what happened back then. It's rare to have this life. When we find out the truth, you and I can know what happened back then. You, White Snake, are already waiting under the Jinshan Temple. It’s almost a thousand years, this short period of time, can’t you wait?”

The woman in white was silent for a long time, then nodded: Yes.

Yuanjue said: However, after all, you are a great demon with a full two thousand years of practice, you still need to inform the special operations team and find the old master of Longhushan, the master of the guard...do you want to call in advance? a phone call?

The monk looked at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan had already taken out his cell phone, but after pondering for a while, he put it back silently.

We're going straight up the mountain.

Wei Yuan said seriously: This will catch him off guard.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that Fellow Daoist Zhang will simply disappear.

……………………

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

But Yuan Jue nodded clearly after contemplating, obviously approving the foresight of the head of the guard, and then said: The head of the guard waits for me a little bit, there is still one thing that the poor monk can't finish when he goes up the mountain.

He clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and turned to walk towards Jinshan Temple.

But at this moment, many monks of Jinshan Temple have been waiting in front of the ancestral hall for a long time. When they saw the white snake and Yuanjue's fight earlier, they felt that the sky was shaking, their minds were shocked, and they completely lost their ability to think. When Yuan Jue, who had ascended to the sky earlier, came with a monk's bowl in one hand and a Buddhist bead in the other, the monks all woke up with a jolt.

The old abbot stepped forward, about to greet him, but Yuan Jue stretched out his hand to hold him down.

He said: The poor monk Yuanjue, come here to repay the cause and effect.

The old abbot didn't understand yet, but he saw that the monk raised his hand to give it away, and the alms bowl in his hand flew back to the enshrining table, and then he threw the beads in his hand, and they also fell down. Bao didn't care, and then Yuanjue stared at the withered and yellow portrait of the patriarch with a smile on his face.

He raised his hand to press between his eyebrows, exerted a little force, and seemed to pull out something. The monks could see clearly that he actually pulled out another monk from the altar. Judging by his appearance, he was the same as the Patriarch Pei Toutuo in the portrait. Everyone was shocked, tongue-tied and speechless.

It's different from Wei Yuan's Immortal Flower, who has always been true to me.

Ordinary heroes are reincarnated, and the future generations will inevitably be dominated by the previous life.

And Buddhism really cultivates...

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

Natural self-sufficiency.

Yuanjue looked at me in the previous life, and Fahai looked at me in the future. The two monks clasped their hands together and bowed slightly, smiling. The bell, the name of Calm Buddha, slowly dispersed.

The abbot was shocked and speechless.

In Yuanjue's mind, the memory still exists.

After sighing for a long time, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the relic from his previous life stored on the top floor of the pagoda, and said with a smile:

Hey, he is him!

Fu pointed to the portrait again: You are you!

Raising his hand and patting his forehead, he laughed loudly, I am me!

Turning around and leaving, singing loudly:

Go to rest! Go to rest!

A monk is only a monk in this life.

The abbot trembled as if he heard Lei Ming's preaching. He originally wanted to call the Patriarch, but he felt it was inappropriate, so he shouted loudly: Master Yuanjue, Master Yuanjue?!

The tall monk turned his head and asked with a smile:

Where is Yuanjue, where is the master?

'Full Enlightenment' is the original self.

The 'Master' is what other people see me as.

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

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

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

Yuanjue didn't look back, walked out of the ancestral hall, and then out of the main hall, dressed in plain monk robes, exposing the sunlight, looking at the young man who seemed to be admiring the scenery in the distance, nodded gently, then looked at the monks beside him, and finally replied:

Amitabha.

He clasped his hands together and smiled:

A bhikkhu, a poor monk, is just cleaning and helping the kitchen under the main door of the guard...

PS: The first update today...

It seems that some readers have doubts about the previous trial. The trial can actually be regarded as an experience in a parallel world. The return of the true spirit at this moment is equivalent to re-experiencing the whole life. The memory and experience are real.

The work and rest were directly returned to the original shape... Sigh, I don't know what time it is today.