Chapter 118 The Abbot of No Tribulation

Author: Yifang Shuomo

Chapter 118 The Abbot of No Tribulation

Ning Xiang said "um" and did not ask him first if the demon blood in her body was sealed by him, but instead asked him, did she live here when she was young?

"I found that after I came here, I felt a strange sense of familiarity, but when I thought about it carefully, I couldn't think too much about it."

Wu Ku went up the steps and opened the wooden door of the push-pull-type Zen room to let Ning Xiang enter first.

When the wooden door was closed again, he walked to the window and lit the incense in the incense burner, causing a faint fragrance to spread throughout the Zen room, he gave a positive answer.

"That's true, or to be precise, donor, you have been to Fanyin Temple since you were less than the age of age."

"I remember clearly that it was a thunderstorm day. That day, just after I came back from begging for alms at the foot of the mountain, I saw a young man with a strong demonic energy put down a cradle in front of the temple gate. When the young man saw someone coming, he quickly turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared, leaving only the cradle in place."

Ning Xiang listened quietly and guessed roughly that the young man Wuku mentioned should be the human skin magic Cangjiang, her nominal uncle.

Wu Ku used his right hand to hold the Buddhist beads and said that not only the famous baby in the cradle, but also a sword-shaped jade pendant and a note with the word "花" written on it.

"I don't know your surname, so I called you Xiaoxiang and raised you until I was three years old. It was that year. I calculated that you will start your own righteous fate that year, so I gave you out when the cultivator who came to the temple to rest for a while, but now I look at it."

Wu Ku paused the movement of storing Buddhist beads in his hand, looked up and down at Ning Xiang, and sighed, "Donor, you are not doing well."

After the words finished, Wu Kuo spoke again and said something that surprised Ning Xiang.

"But fortunately, whether Nirvana will continue to follow the trajectory of the past is unknown. There is only one thing that can help you here."

Wuku stood up, and under Ning Xiang's dazed look, he turned around and walked to the bookshelf of the Zen room, took a dusty book from the top floor, returned to the low table, patted the dust on it, and handed the thing to her.

"The other bloodline in the donor's body may not be a bad thing for you nowadays. If you have to unblock your other half of your bloodline one day, just open this book."

Ning Xiang reached out to take it, looked through it, but found that there was a wordless heavenly book inside.

Seeing this, Wuku gently stroked the white beard on his chin, and a funny expression appeared on his slightly fierce face: "Now I can't see it now. When the time is right, you will see the words inside."

"Okay, I have told you all that I should have said. You don't have to be afraid that I will tell others about this, nor do you have to think about repaying the grace of the three years of nurturing that I have given you. Those who become monks only pay attention to the word "fate". If you and I have ended, you don't have to continue any ties."

Ning Xiang looked at Wuku closing his eyes and began to gather the Buddhist beads in her hand again. He knew that he should really not want to say anything to her anymore. He bent down to him and thanked him, put the book in the ring and turned around and left.

After her figure disappeared completely, Wuku opened his eyes again and spit out a mouthful of black blood. His whole body became much haggard compared to before, as if he had suddenly become ten years older.

He looked in the direction where Ning Xiang had just left, wiped the blood on his lower lip with a veil, and sighed softly: "I hope that this time, the determined dead end can be broken."

In the evening and when the dusk was completely closed, Gu Ying looked at the door where there was still no figure and sighed lightly.

"Will you come back, right? That's not a waste of my cooking table."

Ning Zhou looked at the girl with a depressed expression, lowered her eyes for a while, and said in a deep voice: "If Xiaoxiang and the others can't come back, I can eat all these alone."

When Gu Ying heard Ning Zhou's voice, she subconsciously recalled the ridiculous things she and Ning Zhou did last night.

Now, as soon as he heard his low voice, he could subconsciously think of the shame of his silence and silence that made her call him his name. He passionately crawled from her neck all the way across her face, and a wisp of white smoke rose above his head, as if water had boiled.

Stuttering back to him: "No, you don't need your help, you'll eat your own portion!!"

Speaking of "eating", Gu Ying remembered the fact that she was "eating" by Ning Zhouqian. She was so embarrassed that she simply left the house, without seeing her eyes and hearing.

But the breeze was blowing outside, and Gu Ying was wearing thin clothes. After going out to sit on the bamboo rattan chair for a while, his body began to feel chills and sneezes a few times.

Just as she was about to sneeze for the third time, a handkerchief was handed to her, carrying a clear bamboo fragrance.

She looked up and realized that Ning Zhou was pushing the wheelchair over, holding his windshield cloak in her hand.

"Put it on, it's cool outside. If you think I'm annoying, I'll see you when I enter the house."

After saying that, Ning Zhou wanted to roll his wheelchair and leave, but was stopped by Gu Ying the next moment.

"etc!"

She put the cloak full of Ning Zhou's breath, wiped her nose with a veil and said awkwardly: "I didn't say you were annoying, I just."

I just feel embarrassed to face him.

After all, not long ago, she was unilaterally chasing him between them, and he had been avoiding her, but suddenly he did so many intimate things to her that he had never done to her before, even when they were unmarried couples, he would feel very different.

But Gu Ying did not say these words to Ning Zhou, but then said "Oh" and stepped forward to hold the handle of his wheelchair and changed the topic: "Forget it, let's go in and eat first. At worst, the rest will be kept for Xiangxiang and the others first, and then see what they want when they come back."

"Senior Sister Gu, brother!"

Before Gu Ying finished speaking, she was interrupted by Ning Xiang's voice.

She took Amo and Pei Zhuoan from the carriage and waved to Gu Ying.

Then he turned his head and looked at the carriage parked not far away, quickly retracted his gaze and walked towards Gu Ying.

"Xiangxiang, why are you back so late?"

"The carriage broke down on the road once, and it took a long time to delay. Senior sister, you and your brother have had a meal?"

After Miao Yuxuan took Ning Rou out of the carriage, he looked at Ning Xiang and the others having a happy conversation from afar. He recalled some of the truth he had heard in Fanyin Temple before, and his eyes were complicated.

Ning Rou was the same at this moment. She never expected that Ning Xiang was actually the child adopted by Ning Tianhe, but why was she so coincidental? Her appearance was so similar to Ning Xiang?

She couldn't figure it out, so she simply went to ask Ning Tianhe about this after returning to her residence.

The next chapter reveals some of the reasons.

(End of this chapter)
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