[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

, It was not easy to gather a little mana to contact Uncle Jiao, so I only sent a word. "Xiaoyu pouted in shame.

"That's over..." Chen Xiang anxiously bypassed Xiaoyu and took two steps in the small shop, rubbing his fists irritably, "It's all over, it's all over! I promised to help my uncle take down Aunt Ao, but now I'm out Uncle Jie married first, what kind of shit is that?"

"Are you not angry with Aunt Ao?"

"Aunt Ao is also a victim herself. I shouldn't have gotten angry in front of her at the time. Hey, one size is one size. I'm worried. Don't interrupt. Uncle will marry before she leaves school!" Chen Xiang parted ways bitterly. Pointing and smacking under his own eyes, "I will make my nephew cry!"

……

The setting sun is gradually setting, and the residual light is on the building.

A little novice was holding a plate of beans and rushed forward. He didn't even see the ashen-faced White Elephant who was poking in front of him, waiting coldly. He bumped into it, and the plate full of beans bounced all over the ground like raindrops. .

The White Elephant King raised his foot and kicked the little novice, "Why are you stealing so many beans? Don't think about material resources, just waste food!"

"Bai, Bai, White Elephant King, the little one heard that there is a custom of sowing grain and raising beans in a sedan chair at the foot of the mountain, and I was about to send it to the Saha Envoy..."

"Damn! You don't even know how to flirt at such a young age, so you really think we're a big fuck? That's the sage Zhang Bairen! And that Saha envoy who came out of the plains, what's the specific origin? I don’t know, most of them are apostate disciples who were backlashed by Hei Lian, do you understand? Don’t pick it up, what should you do? According to the order of the holy aunt, all the disciples who are not on duty at the moment of the next day are lined up at the Foguang Terrace in front of Leiyin Temple. What time is it?"

The little novice was quite clever, and immediately understood that the White Elephant King was trying to protect him, and he didn't want the disciples who came over one after another to see him picking up beans, because if this happened to the saint's leg, nine lives would not be enough to punish him Yes, he hastily apologized and retreated.

At the moment of the unitary hour, the black congregation gathered neatly in the open space of the Buddha Light Terrace, separated on both sides and lined up facing each other, leaving a long road twenty steps wide in the middle leading to the Daxiong Hall of Leiyin Temple.The Black Lotus Sect is still left and west. From north to south on the left side are black-robed Bodhisattva and gray-robed novice monks. From north to south on the right side are yellow-clothed monks and representatives of various demons who have taken refuge in Wutian. High messengers are specifically listed at the north end.

At two o'clock in the unitary hour, Yang Jian was personally "escorted" by Ying Yao and Jing Li to the south of Foguang Terrace, when he saw a dark sedan chair floating in the air from the west, and landed on the ground three feet away in front of him.The afterglow of the setting sun is plated on the sedan chair, like a piece of precious pottery handed down from generation to generation.

Seeing Yang Jian striding forward without authorization, Jing Li raised his hand to stop Ying Yao who was almost pulling him back, and said in a low voice, "Let's escort him here, I'm sorry he can't find any flowers."

Ying Yao is a banshee with an ordinary appearance. She doesn't wear a black gold mask to wrap herself mysteriously like Jingli. The oval face and Xiaojiabiyu's willow eyebrows show a bit of a compassionate Bodhisattva face, but she doesn't know how to practice The vicissitudes of life on his face are all written on his slightly slack and aging skin, and his hanging eyes are full of fierceness and nakedness.

"The envoy Jing Li reminded me that, according to the saint's aunt's wishes, they are not afraid of turning out the flowers. The bigger the flowers, the better."

Jingli's only exposed eyes smiled slightly to express his agreement, and then joined Ying Yao to watch this big show specially made for the various eyeliners hidden in the teaching.

Feng Yunyao specially called the congregation to line up, in addition to creating momentum, it was also an opportunity for those Tianting informants to report to the outside world, so these audiences did not fulfill their duties at all, and their expressions were as solemn as stone statues. A silent memorial service.

The day before yesterday, Yang Jian had agreed to Feng Yunyao's whimsical wedding with almost no refutation, just thinking that it was a trap that he didn't even bother to cover up. In the hell on earth, he and Ao Cunxin are just a pair of travelers struggling to survive in this hell, just looking for a glimmer of life and seeing the light of day together.

And the moment he lifted the curtain of the sedan chair like a shroud with his own hands, the moment he met the eyes of the indifferent Ao Cunxin, the moment he helped her step down the sedan chair who seemed to know nothing about the outside world, He couldn't hear the ghostly voices chanting sutras on both sides like calling out ghosts.

He hadn't gotten the reply from the Dragon King's marriage proposal, hadn't gone to Xihai to propose a marriage for himself, and hadn't reached Najina Zheng's step, so he took her cold hand first.

He never wanted to let go.

Anyway, according to Feng Yunyao's arrangement, I have to go through the cutscenes for the Three Realms to watch. If the fake show is really done, is Cun unwilling?

Yang Jian turned his head to look at the majestic and towering Leiyin Temple—I don’t know if the Buddhist disciples have found the reincarnated soul boy of the Tathagata Buddha. Compassionate, I don't want to blame.As for Cun Xin, it's just a poor pawn. If the Buddha still knew, he would understand.

Beside the railing on the second floor of the Daxiong Hall of Leiyin Temple, Feng Yunyao overlooked the mountains and rivers as if independent, and had a panoramic view of every move on the Foguang Terrace.

"I want to let the three realms know that Erlang Zhenjun was moved by my teachings and married the third emissary of my teachings."

She opened her mouth with blank eyes, not knowing who she was talking to.

"Hahaha, Zhang Bairen will probably regard this as the biggest joke since the establishment of the Heavenly Court, hahahaha, when the Judiciary God married my deputy envoy."

She laughed so hard that she burst into tears.

"It's like my whole life, haha..." She lowered her eyebrows and looked at her palms, which were covered with thin calluses from hard work and martial arts, which no longer had the softness and delicacy of girls of the same age. a joke."

Yang Jian held Ao Cunxin's hand in front of thousands of congregants, and the snow-white robe and Ao Cunxin's ink-colored thin sleeves fluttered and intertwined in the wind, his starry eyes looking at the three worlds lightly swept across the people who were muttering sutras on both sides , with a meaningless smile on his face, as if he was receiving a glorious and triumphant welcome.

Ao Cunxin didn't pay attention to the dark and cold eyes all over the room, his eyes only stopped on the unfaded strangle marks on Yang Jian's neck, his long eyelashes trembled, as if he was trapped in a boundless nightmare, struggling desperately to wake up.

"Hey……"

She slipped firmly with one foot, and immediately lost her center of gravity.

Yang Jian glanced at the ground, who had sprinkled a handful of small, round beans, and looked at the audience like carrots and cabbages and hugged him full of people.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, and I will definitely be able to take you out." He whispered in her ear, "Even if we are in hell where ghosts are crying and wolves are howling, we will bloom brilliant flowers in the soil of hell."

Under the eyes of everyone, Yang Jian was not afraid of people's words, and he didn't want to make these people feel that Ao Cunxin could be underestimated by others, even by himself, so he let her go immediately, but Ao Cunxin seemed to have sensed it, Secretly grabbed his sleeve edge.

"Did you pity me and sympathize with me, so you married me?"

The low voice was like a mosquito, and it was only for Yang Jian to listen to.

……

The same sentence was used on the wedding night 2000 years ago.

"Did you marry me because you pity me and sympathize with me?" Fengguan Xiapei's bride asked with tears in her eyes, "Did you take me in because I became homeless in order to help you, the court's convict?"

"……no."

"You lied to me!"

……

Yang Jian grasped the little hand holding his sleeve, "No."

"You are lying to me."

The setting sun shoots out the last lingering afterglow from the sky, and together with the aggressive night, it sprinkles on the reckless land.

"...Yes, I lied to you."

Yang Jian cupped Ao Cunxin's pale cheeks and made her look up into his eyes.

"I pity you, sympathize with you, and take you in. I wish I could hide you in my palm so that I won't encounter any danger. You should also pity me, sympathize with me, and take me in. I, Yang Jian, am not afraid of fighting alone, nor of being splashed with dirty water." , I’m not even afraid of being betrayed by others, but I don’t want to live that kind of life from the bottom of my heart. Cun Xin, I’ve put the rest of my life in your hands, don’t let me be alone after many years.”

As if burned by the pain in his eyes, Ao Cunxin's back stiffened suddenly, and she nodded her head in a daze.

Yang Jian walked up to Leiyin Temple hand in hand with her. In the Daxiong Hall, the yellow-clothed monks held staffs and golden hammers to separate the two sides. Behind the incense table in the center, there was only an empty stone lotus flower, and there was no Buddha statue.

Feng Yunyao turned out from behind the golden curtain, with a rare serious expression on her face, "My Buddha has no sky and no statues, and I am not allowed to pay homage to the world, and the wedding of the two of you will be witnessed by the stone lotus seated by the Buddha. "

Yang Jian was in the main hall where the disciples of Tathagata worshiped, so it was inconvenient for others to roll their eyes, and he just ignored it. He took Ao Cunxin's hand and turned back to the gate of the hall, facing the last ray of warm golden light spreading between heaven and earth.

"Passing clouds and birds listening to—"

"Listen to Vulture Mountain, which stands forever—"

It is difficult for Yang Jian to mobilize his mana right now. Thanks to his two thousand years of solid internal strength, his strong energy has already been integrated into his veins. This sound, although not as powerful as it used to be, has spread far and wide—even though he can neither announce it. Even Ao Cunxin's name cannot be recognized as a Saha Envoy.

"Today, Yang in Shuzhong married the woman next to him——

"The evening glow is the matchmaker, the setting sun is the witness, and the three worlds learn from each other—"

"I am in the nest of evil spirits and thieves, so it is inconvenient to bend down and worship. In the future, demons and demons will be eliminated, and the pure land will be cleared—"

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Hearing that Yang Jian dared to utter wild words in front of the lotus seat of the Daxiong Hall of Leiyin Temple on Lingjiu Mountain, the monks in yellow shirts waved their sticks and stepped forward immediately.

Yang Jian knew that he couldn't resist in his current state, so he moved away from the staff that was thrown down like a ghost.