After Nujiao sent Wei Yuan back to the museum, she casually took out a thousand-year-old ice and pressed it on Wei Yuan's forehead. With a flick of her finger, the ice turned into fluorescent light and dispersed into Wei Yuan's body. Although there was no way to compare with the Lord of Kunlun.
Fortunately, Wei Yuan's pain was relieved.
Obviously, even he failed to pass the Kunlun Mountain assessment.
This eldest sister also has ways to relieve his pain.
The girl stared at him steadily and said, "You really don't remember?"
Wei Yuan's mouth twitched: "Remember what?"
"oh……"
"very good."
The white-haired fox girl had no expression on her face: "Only show it to Queen Mother Xi, but not to my sister, I know?"
"Yuan, you have grown up."
"Sure enough, I won't be able to keep my brother when he grows up."
The smile on Wei Yuan's face froze, and the hair on his back almost exploded.
Even though I am holding the Xingtian Ax now, my scalp still feels numb.
I screamed in my heart for the first time in a long time.
Yu, where are you...
I can't handle this situation.
However, Nujiao just vented her dissatisfaction at losing to the Queen Mother of the West in a sense. She glanced at Wei Yuan and seemed to remember something, and said that she would take him to Kunlun Mountain in ten days.
Take a good rest first, and then leave in a hurry.
Wei Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After that, I just spent the rest of my time recovering from my injuries and recovering my body.
Wei Yuan was still sitting in the wheelchair that had been crushed and then repaired.
In my spare time, I can only read some classics in the museum.
In his current state, he is basically not suitable for practice.
Just don't know why.
He always felt that the way the great monk Yuanjue looked at him was a bit strange.
With a honeyed smile that sent shivers down his spine.
Wei Yuan turned over a page, raised his head, and saw Yuan Jue lowering his head again with a smile. The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and then he fell into deep thought. When did he offend this monk?
What? Why is this smile so weird? It makes his forehead feel a little cold.
During lunch, Yuanjue brought the dishes to Wei Yuan.
I don’t know why, but this monk was a heavy eater before and liked chili peppers and other flavors. However, the dishes he cooked today were all light dishes from the Jiangnan area. It’s amazing how well these Jiangnan-style vegetarian dishes are made.
It was quite authentic, even Wei Yuan was full of praise.
Then when Wei Yuan was struggling with his chopsticks, the monk clasped his hands together and asked with a smile:
"Master of the Guard."
"Do you know where the Buddha Dharma is?"
"Um??!"
Wei Yuan's thoughts were stagnant for a moment, and then he looked suspiciously at the smiling monk in front of him.
Is it possible that this monk still has plans to transform himself into a monk?
Therefore, I originally wanted to say something high-sounding about Buddhism between cause and effect, but I murmured in my heart, simply pointed to the dishes on the table with my chopsticks, and replied quite casually: "Buddhism is only between food and drink."
But after Yuanjue murmured a few words, his eyes lit up and his mouth smiled.
"Amitabha……"
"It's really you."
Um??!
Is this okay?
Wei Yuan was stunned.
But Yuanjue's heart was very happy and light. The true spirit of his previous life returned and he remembered many past events. As a true Buddhist cultivator, his true spirit memory is different from other people's methods of recovering memory. It is me who practices Buddhism.
This is your true nature, and your life will be as harmonious as a relic.
The me in the past and the me now are one person, but they are not the same person either.
It is me and not myself, the Buddhas of the three generations.
Originally, he was the only one sitting on the spiritual platform, but now there was another monk facing him.
After hearing Wei Yuan's answer, the self of Yuanjue in the past life and the self of this life put their hands together and exclaimed with joy: "Buddhism is in the mind, Buddhism is in the human heart, and Buddhism is in the forbearance."
"Buddhism is among the mortal world."
"Buddhism is also between food and drink."
"Amitabha, it is indeed him."
In the past life and this life, I shook my head with regret at the same time.
"The understanding is quite high. It's a pity that as early as the Song Dynasty, I wanted to convert him into Buddhism."
"The understanding is quite high. It's a pity that some time ago I wanted to convert the master of the hall into Buddhism."
The two true spirits of the monk looked at each other, smiled calmly, and confirmed that the big thief back then was the current master of the guard hall. It was a pity that the vow had been made back then, and the monk had no intention of going against what he said back then.
Wei Yuan felt more and more strange in his heart, and the food no longer tasted good. After thinking about it, he put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, looked at Yuan Jue, and asked seriously:
"Yuanjue, do you have something to say to me?"
The monk was surprised and immediately pondered.
The past me and the present me are talking to each other in my mind.
"How should I speak?"
"It should be asked more gently."
"Indeed, you can't be too direct. The head of the Wei Palace seems to have not remembered what happened back then."
"It's really not good to be too direct."
"Yes, yes, speak softly."
"It should be so."
So Yuanjue clasped his hands together, spoke with a gentle voice, and asked with a smile:
"Master of the Guard."
"Do you still remember the red clothes back then?"
Fahai True Spirit: “…………”
………………
Wei Yuan was stunned: "Red clothes?"
Yuanjue nodded slightly and said with an encouraging smile:
"Yes, red clothes, handsome temperament, gold ring and high ponytail, good at using a long sword."
Wei Yuan frowned and thought seriously, did he recognize the woman in red with a heroic temperament? But Yuan Jue was so steadfast in his vows that he couldn't fool this good friend, so he had to think hard, but speaking of it, this was just an act.
Multiple choice question, he doesn’t know many women.
First eliminate a wrong answer.
Definitely not Jue.
Then she can't be a nymphomaniac.
She used weapons left behind by the Shennong clan.
In the end, Wei Yuan slowly opened his brows and found someone, and it seemed that he could only be Kua Lin.
But how could the monk in front of him know about her?
He was suspicious in his heart, looked at the calm-looking monk, and said, "Yuanjue, do you know her?"
"Master of the Guard, have you remembered?"
The monk was surprised. To be honest, in his memory, the memory of the big thief had been restored, but he still couldn't see the face of the famous red-clothed arrester clearly. It might be useful to see the real person.
But now, the master of the Thief Guard in front of him actually remembers her.
Is it true that it remains unchanged for thousands of years?
The monk smiled and said: "Amitabha, that is the best."
"Master Wei, do you have affection for her? I can do this for you..."
Before he could say the word "certify marriage", Wei Yuan was stunned, then shook his head and said:
"of course not!"
The monk's smile froze.
Um?!!
His eyes widened: "No?"
"Definitely not."
"But you all got along so well back then!"
Wei Yuan was stunned, thinking that the monk was talking about the dark history of being almost kidnapped and getting married. The girl actually told the people in the museum all this? He said helplessly: "I was also forced back then, and it wasn't me.
Want to do that."
Forced?
The monk's mind is stagnant.
A picture comes to mind.
For example, the girl in red held a sword and forced the thief to say something like that in front of everyone.
Then pretend to refuse.
The entire past story suddenly changed in nature.
This, this, this...
Could it be that the famous arrester back then still had such a character?
Or is it that the guard master is lying and that he is actually a villain who plays with emotions?
Don’t want to do this? Are you forced?
In the true spirit, Fa Hai slowly stood up and slowly clenched his fists.
The breath of Buddhism rises with great force.
Buddhism observes his heart, his words, and his actions.
You take the initiative to speak.
But the woman has been waiting for you all her life, but you say she has no thoughts and is ruthless.
Amitabha.
The poor monk had something to say, and the donor listened quietly.
The true spirit of Fahai clenches his fist, and the Buddhist momentum is thick and majestic, like a dragon rising up.
"No feelings?"
Yuanjue's face was solemn. Thinking of what he said in his previous life, he pondered for a long time and said:
"Then, Master Wei, could you please rekindle your relationship with her?"
He said sincerely: "The poor monk has a vow shackles, and I need your cooperation."
Wei Yuan: "…………?"
"Is this okay?"
The two of them were stunned at each other, but Binghun appeared on his own initiative and interrupted helplessly:
"Master, you said this is impossible. After all, there is Miss Jue..."
"Miss Jue?"
The monk was stunned, and then a certain mist in his mind was dispelled.
The appearance of the famous arrester in red became vivid. It was the girl who lived opposite the museum at this moment. The expression on the monk's face was sluggish, then relaxed. He looked at Wei Yuan, and Wei Yuan found that the expression on the monk's face appeared again.
The honeyed smile after sudden enlightenment and the heavyness of Buddhism disappeared.
"Amitabha, that's it, that's it."
"Haha, very good, very good..."
Wei Yuan: “…………”
Did I make a mistake?
Yuan Jue also understood that he and Wei Yuan were not talking about the same thing. He looked at Wei Yuan and asked with a smile: "Master Wei, do you still remember what happened in Jiangnan back then?"
Wei Yuan frowned and shook his head.
But to be honest, he himself was not sure of the situation.
Yuanjue is so sure.
Could it be said that he was reincarnated in a certain life?
The monk thought in his heart and smiled casually:
"It means nothing if the poor monk says this. Master Wei, you may not believe it. Master, if you have nothing to do, why don't you and the poor monk go to the south of the Yangtze River to relax. The poor monk happens to have a place he wants to go back to.
trip."
"Where?"
Yuanjue raised his eyes. The look in his left eye was clear and peaceful, but his right eye was as calm as an old monk.
Hands together.
"Jinshan Temple."
White Snake, you're about to get out of trouble.
……………………
Beyond the East China Sea.
A storm arose.
The ink-colored breath gathered together again.
It vaguely transformed into the shape of a dragon, crossed the cracks in the mountains and seas, followed the estuary of the Yangtze River, and re-flowed in the direction of Jiangnan Road.
Wei Yuan finally agreed to Yuan Jue. In the museum, he couldn't practice and was too depressed.
It's good to go out and relax.
With this in mind, Yuan Jue took Wei Yuan to Jinshan Temple.
It was once one of the four famous temples in the world.
Yuanjue looked at this strange but familiar ancient temple, and at the living beings coming and going. Fallen leaves fell into the mountains and forests, yellow leaves flew like mountains of gold, and monks in monk robes swept them. The big brooms swept the fallen leaves, and the rustling sound made
People's hearts are relaxed and peaceful.
Yuanjue suddenly lost consciousness, as if he had seen the past.
"Master of the Guard..."
"You go up first."
Wei Yuan felt vaguely, smiled and nodded.
Yuanjue nodded, and with nostalgia, he gently stepped onto Jinshan Temple with his right foot.
The wind stops here.
The tourists and monks were shocked.
Then the unparalleled and heavy Buddhist bell, which was 1,600 years old, suddenly shook mightily.
It's like seeing an old friend.
The monk lowered his eyes, and the Buddhist bell rang twelve times, resounding through the sky.
Never stop.
Twelve causes and conditions, back and forth.
After a thousand years, I return to my hometown.
Amid the astonished gazes, the monk who had just pushed the wheelchair raised one hand to his chest, raised the sides of his robe slightly toward the back, and said softly: "Amitabha..."