The cold wind was swirling.

The coolness that comes with it, as the breeze blows, covers one layer after another, superimposing little by little, invading the breath of winter into this season little by little.

Under the tree.

A woman with long fiery red hair was standing below, lowering her head and looking at the injuries on her body.

Chest.

The clothes are torn.

The delicate skin as white as jade is exposed. However, at this moment, the skin is covered with dense ruddy colors, just like shrimps just out of the boiler. On the red skin, there are...

The countless cyan marks on the person looked extremely terrifying, and the marks were intertwined together, making them look extremely disgusting.

And around it, there were a lot of tender flesh buds, and there was still a lot of blood around it.

Obviously.

This piece of flesh is the newly grown body.

"..."

The red-haired woman looked at it for a long time, then hummed softly, and saw that the skin above her heart began to surge, and the countless veins twisted, and the skin actually grew again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon.

The injury has recovered to its original condition.

And it seemed that the red-haired woman had also lost a little weight.

Look back.

The woman's eyes were looking into the distance, and a trace of fear flashed in the depths of her eyes. One person was not afraid, but the two of them...she didn't have any confidence now. Thinking of this, she shook her sleeves, and she was silent.

The sound faded away.

From beginning to end.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't say a word to this person who was hiding and attacking.

All actions, to her, seemed to be based on instinct.

Don't mention it here.

Deep in the forest.

The grandfather and grandson were looking at each other in confusion at this moment, one was quietly waiting for an explanation, while the other seemed hesitant.

Living Buddha Ying Yuan, holding a purple gold bowl, looked restless at the moment.

Even at his level, such a situation still occurs. One can imagine how extraordinary the things buried in his heart are.

at the moment.

The only thing that makes Ying Yuan happy is that Fairy Chi Lian's injury has stabilized.

The strange woman who just made a sneak attack made Ying Yuan aware of a monstrous resentment. It made even him, a living Buddha, feel an overwhelming hatred called frightening. With the power driven by this hatred, it is probably not something ordinary people can do.

imaginary.

And the most important thing was that the red-haired woman made him feel more like a beast than a human.

And the feeling this woman gave him was very similar to the cold feeling that flashed across the sky that day before.

They just looked at each other.

Ying Yuan had already determined the other party's general background in his heart.

Because in his memory, this feeling is too similar, too similar. Although in some aspects, there is a little difference, but in his impression of Ying Yuan, the state of the woman really makes him

Too familiar.

The sight was so familiar that he was frightened, so frightened that he almost made plans to take action.

Buddhism's state of mind was almost broken at that moment.

If the strange woman hadn't retreated, Ying Yuan might have been unable to resist taking action.

Thinking back to this, Ying Yuan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

After so many years of self-cultivation in the Potala Palace, he even practiced Taoist techniques, but in the end Ying Yuan found that his character had not reached the state he wanted.

This is how a broken mirror reunites.

The same is true for the state of mind after being broken.

After taking a breath, Ying Yuan met the waiting eyes of Fairy Chi Lian.

Ying Yuan could clearly see the confusion and waiting in his eyes.

As you can imagine, my grandmother is full of questions and needs explanations.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but touch his bald head with his right hand. Finally, Ying Yuan couldn't bear Fairy Chi Lian's gaze and spoke.

"Maybe."

"or."

"possible."

"I can explain some of the doubts in my grandmother's mind."

first.

Ying Yuan's body did not have the grace that a living Buddha should have. Instead, he looked like a child who had done something wrong, looking a little at a loss.

"..."

Seeing this, Fairy Chi Lian tilted her head slightly.

This was also the first time she saw Ying Yuan look like this.

Even when they met for the first time, Ying Yuan never had such a fluctuating mood.

Li Mochou wanted to know the reason for this.

Fairy Chi Lian, whose face straightened up and her expression became serious, only replied with one word: "Speak!".

…

The green mountains are quiet and the people are leisurely.

In the sky full of fallen leaves, Lu Wushuang accompanied Xiao Longnu to the temple she had guessed in her mind.

Jinshan Temple.

Looking at the three huge words on the plaque in front of him, as well as the somewhat disgusting buzzing sound of chanting sutras, Lu Wushuang's face flashed with a look that was indeed the case.

This temple seems to be a little dilapidated.

Looking at the temple in front of him, there was actually something that made Lu Wushuang feel unexpected.

Jinshan Temple is not as prosperous as imagined.

Yes.

Buddhist temples can generally be described as prosperous.

With the support of believers, they have never been short of money.

Lu Wushuang, who had a real understanding of the extent of his pursuit of wealth, had already heard about it.

At least the current Shaolin Temple is much more powerful than the Jinshan Temple in front of us, even many other temples are the same.

on the contrary.

The Jinshan Temple in front of me looks a little dilapidated.

I have always had a strong foundation in Buddhism.

Are you saying that Jinshan Temple is short of experts?

If the story of Uncle Master Xiao Longnu is true, then how powerful would Fahai be who was able to suppress her in the first place? How could there be no descendant of such a character? And if Yue Yuan was really as described in Xiao Longnu’s words, then according to Buddhism

I'm afraid his attitude would have been publicized long ago and made known to everyone.

But just when this idea came to his mind, Lu Wushuang was stunned again.

Because she discovered an extremely contradictory place.

The story of White Snake has long been known to the world.

So who promoted this story?

And from Lu Wushuang's understanding, there seem to be many versions of the story of The Legend of White Snake.

Some are beneficial to Buddhism, and some are harmful to Buddhism.

Taken together, the following concepts are becoming more and more popular, and the result can only be one - Buddhism suffers.

The confrontation here is more terrifying than imagined.

But, no matter what, there is one biggest question that Lu Wushuang has not gotten the answer to.
To be continued...