The brother I picked up is enchanted

Meng Lingrong turned her head and walked down the mountain, as if she didn't care what Luo Xuanchuan said.

There is a peach forest at the foot of the mountain. From a distance, you can see the light pink forest sea. The sun shines through the shadow of the forest and prints fine and mottled light spots on the bluestone board.

"If Ah Rong doesn't like it, I'll destroy all of these, and I can always replace it with what Ah Rong likes." Luo Xuanchuan said indifferently, planning to make a move after speaking.

"Wait." Meng Lingrong said depressedly, "I never said I didn't like it."

"That's why I like it." Luo Xuanchuan laughed after speaking, and he was completely different from just now.

Meng Lingrong didn't deny it, secretly thought that this was a dream anyway, and Luo Xuanchuan could think whatever he liked.

Rather than caring about what Luo Xuanchuan was thinking, he still wanted to observe everything around him first.Everything here is truly and clearly indistinguishable from reality, does it also mean that Luo Xuanchuan's sea of ​​consciousness is recovering?

Leaving aside the grievances and grievances between the two of them in the past, Luo Xuanchuan was indeed in danger to save him, and it was also to save him that his consciousness was damaged, so he couldn't leave the other party alone.

There were two old women washing clothes by the stream at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing this scene, Meng Lingrong secretly thought that the dream was quite real.

"The two gentlemen living on the mountain over there seem to be getting married in two days." One of them said.

"What do you mean Taoist?" Another person was puzzled.

"Tell you, it's the same as getting married."

"But aren't those two gentlemen all men? There's no reason for a man to be with a man." The old woman muttered.

Meng Lingrong nodded in her heart, and glanced coldly at Luo Xuanchuan.People who practice Taoism have always been cold, how can there be any relationship that can last for a hundred years, let alone both of them are men.

He always felt that there was no reason for Luo Xuanchuan's affection for him, and he couldn't find any clues from his memory, so he had no way to agree with Luo Xuanchuan's feelings at all.

If the other party really wants to form a Taoist partner with someone, that person will not be him.

Maybe when Luo Xuanchuan sees more people and gets acquainted with other beautiful and beautiful Xiu, he won't like this tough man like him.

"I heard that the gentleman is good at this, and it looks like he is lustful. The young gentleman has been arrested for a few days, and I don't know if he is okay or not, whether he has been tortured..."

Meng Lingrong blushed when she heard this.With a cold face, he almost squeezed two words out between his teeth: "Shameless!"

How could he not know that Luo Xuanchuan deliberately let him hear this.

"If I'm shameless, I'm only shameless to Ah Rong alone." Luo Xuanchuan saw Meng Lingrong turn around and leave, and immediately followed, still thinking about following behind, "If shameless can get you by any means, I'll just put shameless So what if you do it all?"

Meng Lingrong's self-cultivation is very good, so naturally she can't utter any foul words. If he still has cultivation in his dream, he must fight Luo Xuanchuan.

Now he misses Luo Xuanchuan who is taciturn and unable to see through any emotions.Although the atmosphere was a little stiff, it wouldn't make him at a loss and unable to fight like this.

After returning home, Meng Lingrong locked herself in the room, while Luo Xuanchuan was directly turned away.

The burly man was still conscientiously guarding the door. He has no cultivation level in the dream now. After comparing the size of the two sides, he can be sure that he cannot beat this strong man.

He could feel that Luo Xuanchuan's spiritual consciousness was recovering, and this ridiculous dream would end when it was almost recovered, maybe it could end before that inexplicable Dao Companion Ceremony.

However, it was stated in the ancient books that if the consciousness is damaged, the "wound" can be found in the projection of the consciousness, so what caused the damage to Luoxuanchuan's consciousness?

Meng Lingrong recalled all the things she saw in the dream, and finally focused on the tower.

This is the most unpredictable existence in the whole dream, as if hiding some secret.Thinking of that pagoda, Meng Lingrong seemed to be overshadowed by a shadow, the more he thought about it, the more he cared about it.

After he entered the main hall, he realized that there were a few more bookshelves beside the desk.At a glance, there are about a hundred books.They were neatly arranged row by row, including paper and bamboo slips, which seemed to be quite old.

It must be that Luo Xuanchuan thought he was boring, so he specially put these books here.

In the six realms of self-cultivation, only some books handed down from ancient times were written on bamboo slips. Today's practice manuals in the self-cultivation world are basically written on paper.

Meng Lingrong casually took a volume from his hand, sat in front of the table and spread the book out, and found that many of the above were obscure and difficult to understand characters, which looked like ancient characters.

Today's six-level monks' earliest memory of the cultivation world begins with the War of the Ancients. At that time, thousands of sects were annihilated, and their aura withered, and it was not until a hundred years later that they gradually recovered.However, the civilization gap after the struggle and chaos cannot be repaired and restored anyway.

He let out a breath, and then his eyes fell on the last line.

Tianfo Temple.

Meng Lingrong's heart skipped a beat. He remembered when he had seen these three words before.

When the abbot of Foguang Temple in Youluojing passed away, the suzerain took him there once. At that time, the disciples of Foguang Temple put the bodhi seeds left by the abbot into a Buddhist temple with great care.And these three words are on the plaque in the Buddhist temple.

In this way, Foguang Temple is probably related to the Tianfo Temple in the past.

There is a line of small characters on the back, which Meng Lingrong can vaguely recognize.It says Buddhist cultivation in Tianfo Temple, from killing to Taoism, to kill and protect the common people.

At that time, demons were rampant, and even Buddhist monks were inevitably bloody and slaughtered.

Meng Lingrong turned back a little further, and could only see these little bald men engraved on the bamboo slips, and then on the next bamboo slip, these little men were seen fighting monsters, and after that, these little bald men became Lost the appearance of a monster, turned around and fought with his past companions...

This may be the result of losing oneself and losing the Buddha's heart in the killing.

Just by looking at these small pictures, he can see the maliciousness of that era, the pervasive maliciousness hidden in any place waiting for an opportunity to drag people into the abyss.

Soon, Meng Lingrong's eyes fell on the last jade slip, on which was drawn a small tower, inside which were painted balls of various black gas, similar in shape to the monsters in the previous picture, there were monsters There are also monks.And the bottom of the tower is a mass of black mist that is so thick that it cannot be melted away. Just looking at it for a while seems to suck the soul of people into it.

Meng Lingrong's heart tightened, she put the slips back on the bookshelf, and took out another one. It looked like a thin book, and she didn't know what it was about.

He flipped open the book absent-mindedly, and threw the book out in fright after reading a page.

Without hearing the sound of something falling to the ground, Meng Lingrong saw a pair of black boots, looked up along the hem of the clothes, and was caught off guard by a pair of smiling eyes.

Meng Lingrong somehow felt that there were many other things in that smile.

"Let me see what Ah Rong is reading." Luo Xuanchuan planned to open the book after finishing speaking.

"Don't look!" Meng Lingrong blurted out, and soon realized that she was too excited.

He sat quietly at the table, staring at Luo Xuanchuan with a pair of eyes, as if he was not the one who lost his composure just now.

Luo Xuanchuan didn't open it, but walked up to Meng Lingrong, put his hands on the table and approached his ear, and said, "I can teach you whatever posture Ah Rong likes..."

Meng Lingrong turned her face away, feeling a little annoyed.Luo Xuanchuan actually placed such shameless things on the bookshelf majestically.

What's more, it was placed in such a conspicuous place for him to see.

Thinking of the picture he saw just now, Meng Lingrong felt as if his whole body was set on fire. This was a feeling he had never felt before as a natural Taoist body of Shui Linggen.

"That kind of posture is simply impossible." Meng Lingrong said with a straight face, still thinking about reasoning with Luo Xuanchuan.

He tried hard not to think of other places, but retorted indifferently: "A human waist...it is impossible to bend into that arc."

will break.

"Arong is a water spirit root, and the flexibility of his body is naturally very human, let alone a water element sky spirit root. If A Rong can't do it, I'm afraid no one else in the world can do it."

Meng Lingrong felt that she might not be crazy, but she would seriously discuss this issue with Luo Xuanchuan.

"What are you doing here?" Meng Lingrong changed the subject.

Although he turned bluntly, Luo Xuanchuan would not refuse to answer him, and he also knew the truth that things must be reversed at extremes, so he just looked at him and said: "Please go and listen to the wind and admire the moon."

The wooden window beside the table suddenly opened, and the wind with the fragrance of flowers blew in from the window. The moonlight overlapped with the candlelight on the table and turned into a light golden color.

Meng Lingrong came out with Luo Xuanchuan in the end, anyway, in Luo Xuanchuan's dreamland, it was useless for him to protest.

There is a stone table and two stone benches facing each other in the yard.At this time, there was a set of drinking utensils on the table, and a big man stood beside him, whose burly figure almost completely blocked the table.He also seemed to realize that his existence was too obtrusive, and he might disturb the two of them, so he kept trying to shrink his neck to reduce the sense of presence.

Meng Lingrong: ...

The sense of presence is still too strong.

"Go down." Luo Xuanchuan said coldly.After speaking, the big man disappeared without a trace as if he had been pardoned.

Meng Lingrong glanced at the wine glass in front of her, frowned and said, "I don't drink."

Although with the growth of cultivation base, ordinary wine will no longer be intoxicating, but Meng Lingrong still doesn't want to drink such useless things.Some people use wine to soothe their sorrows, while others use wine to be arty.But he has no troubles in his heart, and he has no arty plans.

Hearing what he said, Luo Xuanchuan didn't intend to force him to drink, as if he was satisfied just by looking at him like this.

Meng Lingrong looked down at the clear wine in the glass, which reflected the moonlight above her head.

The dream has intensified again.

The wind blows the wine in the glass, and even the moon is shaking gently.

At this moment, he had the desire to drink this glass of wine in one gulp.

Although only a little bit, I don't know if it's for the moon in the cup, or for the person who is looking at him at this time.

The flamboyant and wanton gaze seemed to swallow him up.

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