Chapter 16 She is so attractive

Seven lives ago, that one was the pinnacle of the war between immortals and monsters.

Li Wu originally thought that he and the old demon king Rong Xiao would die together, and from this, he would be able to completely become immortal and no longer have to worry about the chaos in Bahuang and Liuhe. Dust will return to dust, and earth will return to earth.

From then on, the Three Realms and the Seven Clans will return to their pure and peaceful state for hundreds of thousands of years.

However, how could one have expected that Li Wu's remaining fairy soul and Rong Xiao's remaining demon soul were entangled together, and they were buried together in the Hell Demon Cave under the Stone Bone Mountain.

Under that palm-sized demon realm, Li Wu suffered the punishment of seven lifetimes of purgatory.

During those five hundred years, even he himself often couldn't tell the difference:

Whether it was due to the influence of Rong Xiao's remnant soul, or the original intention and infinite guilt that he had always hidden, he actually fell in love with Lan Jingchu, who fell into the mortal world as a blood-red blue flower.

Rong Xiao Cannian, who is parasitic with his immortal soul, will not only appear in different appearances of Lan Jingchu from time to time to torture him, but also always make him see clearly his inner private feelings and worldly desires to ridicule him.

If it weren't for Li Wu being enlightened by Patriarch Bodhi in this life, I'm afraid he would still be trapped in the Hell Demon's Cave, coexisting with the demon soul Rong Xiao, and going through the apocalyptic purgatory for another five hundred years and more than a thousand years.

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However, now that he is a human being, some of the past scenes that Li Wu has experienced still remain in his memory, and they still appear so clearly and vividly in his mind!

Especially, every time on the "Month's Death Day", when his immortal soul aura is at its weakest, and when Rong Xiao's demon soul is at its strongest, Li Wu will always be invaded by the most painful memory since his death.

Moreover, for her, he fought fiercely with the snow wolves, his long-lost rivals, and released the demonic energy in his body... Hey!

The carved writing on the red painted pillars on both sides of the altar table is also a bit blurry.

At this time, the young man's eyes were cold and cold, taking in everything he could see.

"It seems that I have been asleep here for a long time!"

However, he then realized that the shabby clothes he was wearing, which had long been stained by Snow Wolf's blood, had been replaced by a long gray robe that did not fit him.

He only remembered clearly that he seemed to have had a long, long dream.

This king has been in power for more than thirty years, and he will issue a new "Buddhist ban" every two or three years, each one more stringent than the last.

At the same time, he destroyed temples, demolished temples, burned scriptures, slaughtered monks... almost all the resistance measures he could think of were used.

In front of the bronze statue of Guanyin, there is a dilapidated wooden offering table just like the temple.

However, the sleeve length of his arms was only seven or eight cents long, only reaching above his wrists.

The color of that piece of jade is like a sapphire, but its appearance is very similar to the fairy plant - blue branch flower - described in the second half of the lost ancient book called "The Book of Divine Herbs and Medicines".

Then, he quickly pulled up the black wolf skin cloak that he had just stood up suddenly and lifted to his feet.

According to usual habits, the black wolf monsters he raised with his heart, blood, and flesh would be responsible for protecting him to prevent him from losing control and doing "monster troubles" outside the cave that he would regret deeply.

Come to think of it, if it weren't for Jiu Xiaohan's unexpected appearance, she fell unconscious at the entrance of the black wolf's cave; if it weren't for him being attracted by the "demon-sucking fragrance" emanating from her body;

When he subconsciously raised his sleeves, he originally wanted to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead and neck.

He felt inexplicably lucky, especially when he saw that the black wolf fur cloak was still with him.

As soon as he sat up, he could clearly feel the rustling and cold wind seeping out from the cracks in the small and dilapidated Guanyin Temple.

"By the way, how did you end up in this deserted temple after fighting those snow wolves?"

"Hmph... that's all! Anyway, it's much better now than having her killed by me without any explanation!"

According to my mother, the blue branch flowers only grow in the heaven. Their blue branch liquid has the magical effect of bringing all living things back to life.

"Oops! In the heat of the moment, I only cared about protecting that silly girl; when I was fighting the snow wolf, I actually forgot about the damn moon's death anniversary!"

She hated him. The moment his "Gu Shang", which was only used to kill monsters and subdued demons, stabbed her in the heart, her heart died. She would never forgive him in all her life!

He actually shouted and called out without realizing it.

"Hiss~~it hurts so much!"

The young man only showed a pair of piercing black eyes, and looked at everything in this dilapidated Guanyin Temple again:

The broken bronze statue of Guanyin, which was taller than the two of them, was covered with cobwebs and dust, but it stood firm and sat firmly in the center of the temple.

"Could it be that I didn't control the evil spirit in my body, and not only did I destroy the group of snow wolves, but I also... accidentally killed her?"

It seemed that every strand was like an invisible knife, really cutting into his bones and making him shiver from time to time.

Look at this, for thousands of days, nearly ten thousand days, no one has tidied or cleaned it.

My heart hurts like nothing, as if countless huge boulders worth a thousand gold were blocked there.

Among them, there were also bursts of the strange "demon-sucking" fragrance emanating from Jiu Xiaohan that he was already very familiar with...

Perhaps, because he had just woken up from a dream, his sudden movement to stand up was a bit abrupt and too much. The young man found that some blood was oozing out from the wounds on his body that had almost healed themselves.

"Could it be that that silly girl actually cooked delicious food outside the door?"

Prayers are answered in thousands of places, and the sea of ​​suffering is always a boat to save people.

His tilted body stirred up the flow of air around him, mixing the fine dust originally inside the house with the scattered snowflakes blowing in from the broken tile roof and leaky windows.

When he vaguely felt that he heard that sound coming from his own mouth and that it was a very familiar name, he realized that he was dreaming about Lan Jingchu again.

However, as for how he got here, he still has no memory at all.

Faced with this unplanned and terrible situation, no matter what, he can only rely on his own ability to find food everywhere, protect himself and avoid being hunted, control and overcome the evil spirit of Rong Xiao, and find other ways.

A way to survive...

It was as if her mother had anticipated her death a long time ago.

As everyone knows, the "Thousands of prayers are answered in thousands of places, and the sea of ​​suffering is often used as a boat to save people" on the couplet, and the scene of decay inside and outside the temple and Tang Dynasty, forming such a great contrast between the three realms and the seven races, is visible to the naked eye.

Did it make these two sentences even more of a joke?!

However, now that Taoism is prevalent in the world, who would really care about these similar "jokes"?!

However, the devout believers in the past always believed:

The Buddha is at home in the human heart and takes on myriad forms...

Now, his fellow black wolves were all destroyed and buried by Jiu Xiaohan's two thunderbolts. Now, he doesn't know whether they are dead or alive.

His mother, who had a humble status and was never favored, left him not only this great cloak, but also a jade with a unique shape that was passed down from generation to generation in the family.

He dreamed again of the pair of desperate and sad fairy tears; and of the bleeding blue branch flower that kept falling and he could no longer restore it.

besides……

How could it be that generations of kings in the human world have adopted high-pressure policies, prohibiting things if they say they are prohibited, and annihilating them completely if they want to?

More than five hundred years have passed, and the word "Jingchu" is still a nightmare that he can't get rid of.

However, if you look carefully, you can still make out the general words above:

"Jingchu..."

The boy's cheeks suddenly turned slightly red. At least he looked a little bit like a normal person and had the color of a normal man.

Broken bully mallets, smashed pieces of wooden fish, knocked over candlesticks and offering plates were scattered everywhere under the table. They had also been abandoned, dirty, and decayed for many years.

"It smells so good, so tempting!"

Nowadays, it has long passed the prosperous and glorious period when "Buddhist Confucianism" monks and officials assisted in government affairs and Buddhist disciples spread all over the world.

Apart from the fact that it was very cold, there was nothing else worthy of his attention in the house. Of course, the sunshine outside after the snow was very beautiful.

He was completely sure that what he saw in front of him was no longer an illusion caused by a nightmare.

"Fortunately, it's not a dream within a dream! It's real."

Just like, in the past five hundred years, whenever Lan Jingchu's fantasies appeared, it was often difficult to tell whether they were dreams or reality.

It was sprinkled quietly on the young man's pale and cold face, but he frowned and closed his eyes tightly, but behind his eyes, it seemed as if there was some turbulent wave that shook the world.

It can be seen that the dilapidated appearance of this Guanyin Temple is not an isolated case of lack of incense, but a true microcosm of the implementation of the long-term ban on Buddhism among the people.

He didn't know how long he had been lying here. Suddenly, the young man's chest felt uncomfortable and he could no longer breathe. Suddenly, he opened his eyes as if he had woken up from a dream.

She hated him, hated that he had no love for her in his heart, hated that he only gave all his righteousness to the world;

She hated him, and in order to preserve the Eight Wastelands, Liuhe, Three Realms, and Seven Clans, and to fulfill his righteousness, he abandoned her;

Especially the remnant soul of Rong Xiao that coexists with him in his body, will always take advantage of his weakest state to cause trouble.

However, just as he was planning to lie back on the warm dry cattail mat under him, take a good rest and recover from his new injuries, he suddenly smelled a strong smell coming from outside the door.

The aroma of soup.

The cracked lines that can no longer be repaired are filled with thick dust accumulated over time and some useless wood chips.

Soon, my whole body became warm again.

This cloak was specially made for him by his mother, who was a maidservant before she passed away.

I am afraid that he will hide under the cave with the regret that may last a lifetime and the pain on his body, and wait for the entire snow season, waiting for the ice and snow to melt before coming out of the cave again.

After confirming that there was no other danger around him, he struggled to support his sides with his arms and quickly sat up straight.

The fifth, fourteenth, and twenty-third of every month are the most difficult days for him and the days he least wants to spend. Therefore, at that time, he would wrap himself tightly in a wolfskin cloak early and hide in the black mountain cave.
To be continued...