[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

Do it, don't go back for now.

"Where is the girl going next? It's not peaceful now. Yang Jian will escort you there, so don't worry."

"Uh...you are still injured, you should go back and deal with it seriously, don't worry about me." Then, he took out the golden hairpin that stabbed Yang Jian from his sleeve and gave it to him, "This kind of insidious hidden weapon is really harmful. Presumably its owner is very vicious, so be careful next time."

Yang Jian has been in the officialdom for many years, and his ability to judge cases has long been perfected. This time, he was pushed back lightly by a sugar-coated Tai Chi.

When she inadvertently touched a piece of ice, she couldn't help holding his hand holding the hairpin with both hands, "Why is it so cold, are you okay?"

She is enthusiastic by nature and has no wrong thoughts, but when she saw Yang Jian's slightly surprised face, her mind suddenly roared, as if she had done something wrong: it's over, and I'll take it upon myself...

Yang Jian looked away from her blush little face, forced himself not to be greedy for the warmth from his palm, and gently withdrew his right hand.

Cun Xin, if you really can't let it go, why bother drinking Meng Po soup?Even if I am just a millennium torment to you, you just say that Yang Jian will leave you, why bother to completely erase me from your memory, and refuse to keep even a single bit of it, so that I can't even owe you anything... make up.

The autumn wind blew the corners of the clothes rattling, poured into the collar, and felt cool in the heart.

The West Coast was as cold 50 years ago as it is today.

……

"Some things, if you miss them, there will be no chance to make up for them. I just hope that I can do more things for you and keep your seat as a judicial god. Leave your love and regrets to the Three Realms."

Her fingertips withdrew from his hand.

She wasn't his after all.

The sea breeze whistled in his ears, and he heard a vague sigh coming from the wind.

"Yang Jian, let go."

……

A hiss of the horse pulled back the thoughts stuck in the past. When Yang Jian looked at it, Ao Cunxin was already straddling the horse, with plain gauze fluttering around his waist, full of heroic spirit.

"We have lived and died together, and I hope Zhenjun Erlang will protect you more in the future." As he said, Ao Cunxin cupped his hands and saluted.

"Since we are friends of life and death, the girl is too polite."

"Well, from now on, you are my brother!"

Wutian Buddha

"From now on, you are my brother!"

Yang Jian suddenly felt tightness in his chest, "Do you have many brothers?"

"Ahem... To tell you the truth, I just went out for a living, and I don't know many people, not to mention the evil people, not everyone can become a brother, you are the first one."

"How do you know I'm not evil?"

"I just know."

Because I have seen your heart.

Ao Cunxin bid farewell to Yang Jian, jumped on the white horse and lightly clamped the horse's belly, and went off gracefully.

Yang Jian looked at her back with burning and desolate eyes.

The same back as before.

...Be careful next time...

...Why is it so cold, are you okay...

Since Qing left, I have no words to ask about adding clothes.

But, after all, I shouldn't torture you anymore.

……

After crossing the snow-capped mountains, the air gradually warmed up. Not long after, a mountain soaring a hundred feet into the sky appeared in the lavender clouds in front of it. There was a brick house built near the cliff. Vulture Mountain.

The three-headed jiao once guarded the Dragon Ball in the Lingxiao Temple for tens of thousands of years, and has never been to the Buddha Land of the Western Heaven, and only heard a little about its scenery. I remember that it was a sacred place with golden bricks and Buddha lights in the sky, with groups of yellow cranes and Zi Zhi The tree is full, the real hall talks about the Tao, and the universe preaches the scriptures.

But the scene in front of me is quite different. Although the trees on the mountain are verdant, it looks a little cloudy from a distance, and the Buddha's light is not seen at all. There is only a thick smog that obscures the palace. In short, it is indescribably solemn and oppressive.

Seeing that they were about to arrive at Daleiyin Temple, the three-headed Jiao suddenly said: "Beauty, how did I hear that one should walk up the stone steps in front of the temple to visit the Buddha, and can't directly ride the clouds to the door?"

"Really? Now this Buddha doesn't have so many vain rituals."

The three-headed Jiao was confused, "Which Buddha?"

"Which Buddha is there in the world? Of course, I, Buddha Wutian."

"Where's Tathagata Buddha?"

"It's passed away."

"What do you say?"

The three-headed jiao forcefully shook off Feng Yunyao's gripping hand, causing his internal breath to become disordered.Previously, Yang Jian was ordered to enter the Lingxiao Palace to discuss politics. The three Jiaojiao weapons were naturally kept by the officials outside the palace, so he knew nothing about what was said in the palace, and thus he did not know about the death of the Tathagata Buddha.

"The Tathagata Buddha has already cultivated a golden body of Zhang Liu and jumped out of reincarnation, how could he pass away!"

Feng Yunyao pointed Xian to his lips, hissed, and said with a smile: "There can only be one leader in the Buddhist world, and when you see me, Buddha Wutian, you won't ask such stupid questions. Hey , for a while, you should be smarter, life or death depends entirely on luck."

The three-headed dragon trembled all over, and there seemed to be a mystery in the words: "The beauty doesn't want me to die, right?"

"you guess."

"A person with a beautiful heart like you, naturally doesn't want me to die, but I have a special status, what if someone wants me to die? Please give me some hints, I have to know what kind of world I am going to."

Feng Yunyao sneered, her winking eyes contained anger, "My Black Lotus Sect respects nature, and treats gods, immortals, Buddhas, monsters, demons, and people equally. I wish all natures can be grand and cultivated to be all-encompassing."

"Beauty, what is nature?"

"All dharmas arise due to conditions, and all dharmas cease due to conditions. Condition is nature, nature is everything."

"Then... how to cultivate to be completely at ease?"

"Take refuge in my Buddha, and you will attain perfection."

"Oh..." A flash of understanding finally flashed in the eyes of the three flood dragons, and they just wanted to say something rough: Damn it!Zhao'an just said, bullying Lao Tzu not to study!

Landing outside the hall, the three-headed Jiao could already feel the powerful true energy surging inside the hall through a door. There were two rows of 24 monks outside the door, each with a black lotus pattern branded on their foreheads.

The door of the palace was opened, and what came into view was not the glamorous and majestic scene in the legend, but a dark and solemn scene, and there were neat mutterings of Buddhist chant.

Stepping over the threshold, I saw a dark purple lotus platform at the end of the hall, on which sat cross-legged a black-clothed monk with black hair hanging down, his whole body was surrounded by the blood-red Buddha light, his closed eyelids opened the moment the hall door opened When it opened, a pair of eyes shone brightly in the dark hall, like an eagle watching a wolf.

Although the three-headed dragon is usually sealed as a halberd, it still possesses divine consciousness, and can detect the surroundings. It has been used to Yang Jian's fierce gaze for 2000 years. .

Feng Yunyao beside her has bowed to the ground.

The three-headed flood dragon also took half a step back and knelt down.

People under the eaves have to bow their heads, so why not worship him?

A deep voice full of inner strength resounded in the hall, echoing in the huge space: "The three gods are the guardian gods of the Lingxiao Temple, so don't worship me."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the sound of chanting sutras in the hall stopped immediately, and it was so quiet that it made people panic.

The three-headed dragon said in his heart: what a duplicity "Buddha", even the golden body of the queen mother bows his head in front of you, how could you look down on me as a mere monster.

"My Buddha is above me, Xiaojiao dare not do anything wrong." Saying that, he has thrown himself to the ground.

Being pulled forward by Feng Yunyao, the three Jiaos took the opportunity to glance to the sides, and saw rows of Bodhisattvas, Vajras, and Arhats sitting neatly cross-legged on both sides, chanting sutras with their eyes closed. The one closest to the sky has seen it, it is the Qiongqi beast that Yang Jian fought against two days ago, Feng Yunyao's brother-in-law.

The Qiong Qi beast came out and bowed deeply to Wu Tian, ​​"Buddha, this is the weapon of Yang Jian, the god of war in the celestial world. It injured countless people of my sect in the battle of the Phoenix Valley. Please Buddha grant a decree to divide the corpse of this thing, so that we can save our compatriots from Nirvana... ..."

"Buddha," Feng Yunyao hurriedly said, "The Heavenly Court has ruled the Three Realms for a long time. The so-called centipede is dead but not stiff. It is indeed tricky, but when you think about it, there are very few people who can use it. Erlang God Yang Jian is the most handy under the Jade Emperor's command." One of them, we handed over his weapon, and we gave the Black Lotus Sect people a blow. In Yunyao's humble opinion, if the monstrous dragon knows the way, it's better to save his life for now, maybe it will be useful in the future." Tilting his head, he gave Sanshou Jiao a look.

The three-headed Jiao was originally in the dark, but Feng Yunyao's glance woke him up like a thunderbolt, and then he realized that behind the earlier sentence "don't worship me" was the meaning of "not my race". The soles of my feet felt cold, and I hurriedly said: "Buddha, Buddha, Xiaojiao stole pearls as a demon 2000 years ago, the world will not tolerate it, now I am free from the sea of ​​suffering, please show me the way!"

Qiongqi Beast sneered and said, "You are the incarnation of desire, and desire is with the primordial spirit. Today's heaven cannot accommodate desire, nor can it accommodate you."

"Now that the way has changed, Xiaojiao will know that he has a place to live when he sees my Buddha today!"

Feng Yunyao knelt down again, and took a few steps on her knees, "Buddha, the wish in Yunyao's heart, apart from my teaching Hengchang, there is only one private matter left. The Buddha once said to Yunyao..."

"To the black lotus."

The sound is like a chime of an evening drum, as indifferent as smoke, and as deep as an empty valley.

Feng Yunyao immediately saluted happily: "Thank you Buddha for your kindness!"

Before the three dragons could react to the incident, four yellow-clothed monks came up, the leading one was holding a black lacquered wooden tray, on which was a black lotus flower.

The complexion of the three floods suddenly changed, and they instinctively wanted to retreat, but seeing the other three monks waving their yellow sleeves, they couldn't move at all.The head monk flew to his side in an instant, tapped his throat lightly with his sword finger, and the three-headed dragon opened his mouth uncontrollably, sucking in the ink-colored lotus on the wooden plate into his mouth.

Before he lost consciousness, Wutian's voice faintly came to his ears: "Yunyao has been in my school for more than eight years, and I have learned the best skills in my life.