Ye Qingyun didn't refuse and immediately stepped aside.
Huikong clasped his hands together and came to the floor-length mirror.
He stared straight into the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror.
The mind calms down.
Silently recite Buddhist scriptures in your heart.
soon.
The picture in the mirror began to change.
Like the rippling surface of a lake.
A scene appeared before Huikong's eyes.
He saw boundless fire sweeping across the entire Western Territory.
Countless monks howled in pain under the boundless fire.
Eventually they turned into charred mummies.
And above the blazing fire, stood a group of people wearing Taoist robes, with indifferent expressions, looking indifferently at the Western Buddhism that turned into a sea of ​​fire.
finally.
Only Huikong himself was left in the sea of ​​fire.
He holds a golden toad staff and wears a formless robe.
But they could only retreat one after another in front of those people in Taoist robes.
Seeing all his fellow disciples being burned to death, Huikong let out a shrill roar.
Fight to the death.
finally.
The golden toad staff was broken.
The robe of Wuxiang is damaged.
Huikong's body fell to the ground, and his blood stained the scorched earth of the Western Territory.
next moment.
All images disappear.
Huikong, who was standing in front of the floor-length mirror, fell back continuously as if he had been hit hard.
His face turned pale.
"Huikong, what's wrong with you?"
Ye Qingyun looked at Huikong in surprise.
From the perspective of others, the floor-to-ceiling mirror has not changed at all.
Huikong was the only one who saw the scene just now.
Huikong
His breathing was rapid, and his bald head was covered with sweat.
He was in a daze, as if he had not yet recovered from the scene he had just witnessed.
"Huikong? Huikong?"
Ye Qingyun shouted several times in succession, and Huikong looked at Ye Qingyun as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"Son"
Huikong murmured.
Ye Qingyun looked at him with a strange expression.
"What's wrong with you? Your face is so pale?"
Huikong just wanted to tell Ye Qingyun what he had just seen.
But when the words came to my lips, I suddenly felt confused in my mind.
The memory becomes blurry.
"Holy Son, the young monk seemed to have seen something just now."
"But now I can't remember it."
Ye Qingyun looked strange.
Isn’t this Huikong suffering from Alzheimer’s disease?
Have you forgotten what you just saw so quickly?
Huikong was trying his best to remember.
But the more I think about it, the more blurry my memory becomes.
to the end.
He couldn't even remember what he saw.
But he was certain that he must have seen something ominous.
"Okay, okay, just go and think about it slowly."
Ye Qingyun didn't bother to ask any more questions and asked Huikong to go aside.
"Sir, let me take a picture!"
Yue Xia said with excitement.
"Okay, go ahead."
Yue Xia also came to the floor-length mirror.
I soon calmed down.
Gradually.
The mirror surface had ripples like a lake.
Yuexiaoxia saw a towering tree.
Lush branches!
Full of life!
Standing on the earth.
But soon.
This towering tree began to wither and wither.
Its vitality is rapidly disappearing.
But the surrounding earth seemed to be filled with new vitality.
Chapter completed!