Under the dim sky, the middle-aged monk raised his eyes slightly, staring at the lion-like fortresses in the wind and snow in the far distance.
The flags were waving, the troops were shouting, and the heavy footsteps of countless armored horses made the snow tremble slightly.
In Guang Hui's field of vision, above the head of the army, black and purple colors invisible to ordinary people were intertwined, forming a dense cloud, covering the sky.
He frowned silently, and his expression became solemn unconsciously.
In that army, he noticed a long-lost aura.
That's Miaoyan...
Endless evil, endless chaos, endless weirdness, ever since that old friend ignored his dissuasion and threw himself into the purple mist, Miao Yan has had this kind of aura.
Could there be some kind of relationship between Beiwei and Miaoyan?
On the South China Sea, Qiu Yi, the invincible Immortal King who had evaded the world for many years, personally took action, resulting in the majestic and fierce power.
But despite this, he still escaped.
"Human demon... no, not just human demon, it smells so strong of purple mist!"
Guang Hui frowned, and a doubt appeared in her heart:
"Miaoyan, is your true identity in Beiwei?"
What exactly is the connection between the large and small forces of Beiwei and his old friend?
While Guang Hui was thinking silently, he heard Baizhu's voice next to his ears.
"Three days ago, I saw Wuming."
The monk in white raised his head and spoke softly.
Guang Hui's expression was shocked. He was silent for a while, but did not make a sound.
"I saw a Buddhist temple with many monks sitting cross-legged and chanting sutras. I thought it might be like the scene in the Vajra Temple."
Bai Zhu then spoke:
"Right on the lotus seat, there was an old monk with a dark golden complexion. I recognized him as the abbot of the Vajra Holy Land. Next to the old monk, I also saw the face of the master."
"Continue." After a long time, Guanghui motioned to him.
"The abbot said a lot of things, such as Du Shaozhi, Xuanxuanzi, Lianhua Zhenren, etc. Among them, there was also the name Qinglijun... The abbot said that thirty years after the north and the south merge, Wu Ming will be the leader of the Buddhist sect.
host."
"Finally, I saw Wu Ming's face. I had the same face as him, and he told me..."
Baizhu paused: "He is me."
In my memory, the scene three days ago came to mind again.
Amidst the seemingly endless sound of wind and snow that filled the sky, the monk in white slowly turned his head, clasping his hands together and looking lightly.
When he raised his head, the fog on the monk's face cleared away, and Bai Shu saw his own face.
"I am you..." he whispered to himself.
Those were the last words.
After a sound, the scene in front of him suddenly shattered and was never seen again.
Snowfields, monasteries, pagodas, Zen forests... everything suddenly disappeared, like a dream.
It was too late to ask any more questions. There were obviously too many doubts in my heart, but I couldn't even ask.
The scene freezes at the moment when he puts his hands together and smiles. Behind him, the girl seems to be turning around.
When I woke up, what I saw in front of me was still a gorgeous quiet room filled with brocade and purple, sleeves full of fragrance, and illuminated by various crystal lamps.
It seems that everything I saw just now is just hysteria in my mind.
I have never left the quiet room.
But when Bai Zhu endured the severe pain in his head and dispersed his thoughts, he was shocked to find that the golden lotus between his eyebrows had cracks at some point.
It is looming between the eyebrows, accompanied by the faint water light, and the golden lotus with a mist-like luster bursts out from the whole body, and it has become dilapidated.
The surface of the golden lotus body is penetrated by thick cracks, and it seems that it will disintegrate at any time.
Three days after that, Baizhu never saw the Golden Lotus manifest again. Everything seemed to be just an empty dream and a crazy hysteria in his mind.
"I am you..."
Occasionally, when Baizhu thinks of the last sentence, his heart will always tremble.
He stared at himself as if he were staring into a mirror, and what was reflected in the mirror was his own face.
Three days later, Bai Shu was brought to Beiwei by Guanghui. With his magical foot power, he traveled from Tongjiang to Beiwei in just a matter of seconds.
In the wind and snow in the North, he inexplicably remembered the scene three days ago, and couldn't help but tell Guanghui about it.
The middle-aged monk always had a dull face, and there was no sadness, joy, or ups and downs in his expression.
"He..." After a long time, Guanghui said in a deep voice: "Has he mentioned me?"
"this……"
Bai Shu looked at the middle-aged monk's face, but was speechless for a moment.
"No?" Guang Hui laughed at herself and shook her head: "I see."
"The thing between your eyebrows is a great magical power in Buddhism called "Nine Numbers of Yuanlian"."
Guang Hui silently looked at the young monk beside her, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes full of confusion.
He suddenly remembered that scene hundreds of years ago.
It seems that in just a blink of an eye, that little baby who only cries like a monkey has grown into an adult.
And in the blink of an eye, the monk who grew up to be an adult was reincarnated, but I never saw him even for the last time.
"The "Nine Numbers of Yuanlian" can cover up the deduction of heavenly secrets. Even the Holy Lord of Jiejing Mountain, a master of calculations in the realm of heavenly secrets, praised it."
Bai Shu was stunned. The middle-aged monk's palms covered his head, and a heavy sigh came from his head.
"The golden lotus between your eyebrows is the imprint of the "Nine Numbers of Origin Lotus", and it is it that obscures my deduction."
"Then what I saw..."
"What you saw really happened. After Wu Ming came down from the mountain, he overpowered Monk Cizai of the Northern Zen Sect and trapped Landa Temple with eight heavenly dragons for three days and nights.
The abbot personally said that thirty years after the merger of the north and the south, Wu Ming will be the leader of the Buddhist sect."
He smiled bitterly: "It's a pity that ignorance did not survive until the north and south merged."
"You are him." The middle-aged monk closed his eyes and spoke softly.
The atmosphere was silent for a long time, and the earth-moving mouse imprisoned by Atractylodes rolled its eyes with eyes full of eating melon.
"I have spoken to Uncle Ranxu, the current Grand Governor. If you want to join the army, just go and join him."
Guanghui suddenly spoke:
"I was summoned by the saint recently and will go to the South China Sea to meet Lord Xuan Wen. You should be careful."
He added another reminder: "Beware of Qingshen Temple and Northern Zen Sect!"
Qingshen Temple?
Before Bai Shu could ask, he saw the middle-aged monk waving to him calmly.
"If you awaken to Su Hui."
He smiled bitterly: "I hope..."
Before Guang Hui finished what he had to say, the middle-aged monk took one step forward and disappeared without a trace.
Beiwei...
Qingshen Guan and Northern Zen Buddhism...
After Guang Hui left, Baizhu stood in the snow for a long time. He took a deep breath and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
Human demon! Attribute value!
Here I come!
The imprisoned Earthly Mouse was shocked. It watched in amazement as the young monk suddenly became epileptic and began to dance.
When the young monk gradually walked away and the sound of footsteps disappeared, it breathed a sigh of relief.
Sir, I am indeed blessed with profound blessings and a great destiny!
That monk is really a fool. Sir, my skin is worth a lot of money. Why did I forget it?
People nowadays really don’t know how to be diligent and thrifty in running a household...
It cursed happily in its heart, and just wanted to twist its body, but was surprised to find that it was still unable to move.
It's going to be bad!
The walking mouse suddenly froze, and in the distance, the disappearing footsteps slowly sounded.
"I just said, I seem to have forgotten something."
It heard the young monk mumble and speak.
The Earthly Mouse's eyes widened in shock, its heart beating like a drum, and that face became clearer in his field of vision.
The young monk squinted his eyes and had an uncertain expression. The walking mouse looked at him, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
For a short moment, after checking his eyes, Bai Shu suddenly smiled and stretched out his hand to catch the ground rat.
