There was no wind in the main hall, and the fire in the lamp flickered on and off.
Compared with those monster beasts, Su Zhen's petite body was no bigger than their teeth. But she just watched quietly as they rushed toward them, and the golden phantoms fell overwhelmingly, completely submerging her...
..
Seeing that Su Zhen seemed to be swallowed up, Yueniang, who had been standing by and watching, pursed her red lips slightly, but raised her eyes to look higher.
After the black mist dissipated, the remains of the throne were actually healing on their own, and a large whirlpool of orange-pink gradients suddenly appeared above, from which touching and beautiful songs continued to come out.
Her singing was hazy and vague, but it was clearly heard in her ears. Just like those black flowers, she couldn't help but feel lost and intoxicated after hearing it.
Yueniang's feet seemed to be uncontrollable, and she walked upwards just like Su Zhen did before. But when she just stepped on the two steps, majestic spiritual power spread from the top of her head.
Yueniang's consciousness was suddenly awakened. She looked up and saw that the phantom monsters that had enveloped Su Zhen had burrowed back into the Yuan Pearl located at Su Zhen's heart.
From an angle that she couldn't see, a liquid blue-purple 'seed' appeared in Su Zhen's Yuan Pearl. As Su Zhen silently recited the incantation, a large amount of spiritual energy retained in the Winged Mermaid clan was absorbed into her body.
The 'seed' grew rapidly in her Yuanzhu. From roots to sprouts, the tree body was formed, with an oval crown, green shade like an umbrella, and feathery compound leaves... The final shape revealed was like a tree.
There are blue-purple flowers with tube-shaped calyxes, thin leaves like feathers, and elegant and bright colors.
This flower is the blue jacaranda flower that Su Zhen loved most in her previous life.
Her consciousness suddenly became blurred, and the sound of Sanskrit chanting that had not appeared for a long time rang in her ears again. Along with it, an extremely clear face appeared.
What kind of face is that? Thinking about the bright moon like Xiao Chuhong, the evil charm like Chu Moxuan, the frosty snow like Gu Yunshu, the meaning and eternity like Shangyu Chen, but they are all the same as what appeared in her memory fragments.
Men are different.
Under the eyebrows of the black sword, in the orange glazed eyes, it is like the cool autumn water flowing past after the hot summer, and like the melting of winter snow. At first glance, it seems like the warm spring sun is shining on the heart.
He seemed to be exuding an aura of compassion, and his whole body was filled with a faint golden Buddha light, making him even more like a god. Although the top of his head was shaved, there were no scars. When he smiled, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his brows were relaxed.
She has a tall and strong figure, wearing a snow-colored monk's robe, and her appearance is elegant. She looks like a Kunlun jade, which is found in the southeast. In her left hand with a thin layer of callus, she holds a string of jade beads. Its material is obvious.
You will know that it is absolutely extraordinary.
Memories about Liao Chen flashed rapidly in Su Zhen's mind.
Rumor has it that he was an eminent monk in Taoism and Dharma. His mind was as calm as still water, and he was not disturbed by mundane things. He had profound Buddhist roots, lived humbly in the world, lived in the mountains for a long time and had no worries about the world. He practiced Buddhism since he was a child, and his own Taoism is unpredictable.
Understand the emotions of all things and understand the appearance of all things.
...
The ethereal chatter sounded in Su Zhen's ears, vague and confusing, as if coming from outside the sky, but also as if it was very close...
She... seemed to see the dilapidated temple deep in the mountains again, with the same man and woman still there.
The woman...is her...is Jinse, the man...is Lingchen!
In the elegantly decorated side room, they sat face to face on the bamboo and rattan futon. There was a small Kang table between them, and they sat on the rattan futon.
The fragrance of Buddha lingered on the Kang table, and a delicate pot of blue jacaranda flowers was placed on the side of the brocade. She supported her chin with one hand and looked at the calm monk opposite, while with the other hand, she fiddled with the blue jacaranda flowers.
Flower leaves.
"Monk, monk, you talk about saving the world and saving all sentient beings all day long, but if one day the world fails you, are you still willing to sacrifice yourself to achieve the overall goal?"
"Amitabha! Of course." Monk Liaochen nodded casually.
"Even if they are wrong, are you still willing?"
"You should have no regrets."
Jinse shook his head with pretense of regret and sighed, "In my opinion, you have been in the mountains for too long and have read too many scriptures, which has turned you into an idiot. If people in this world are really kind-hearted, why do you need to become a monk?"
"The poor monk is here to find a pure place and concentrate on practicing Buddhism."
The disgust in her eyes was not concealed at all, "Then if your family was killed by a vicious thief, and one day he appeared in front of you seriously injured, would you save him or not?"
Monk Liaochen was speechless. He closed his eyes and lowered his head. He stopped turning the beads with his right hand. After a while, he solemnly saluted the woman in front of him with one hand, "Amitabha, girl, this poor monk has no family. Moreover, monks are compassionate. If you can
If we can influence them, there will be less killing in the world. Wouldn't that be great?"
Jinse secretly made a sound, and clasped her fists half-heartedly, "I admire you! Everything you said is right... Sigh... Monk, should I praise you for your tolerance or generosity, or should I dislike you for living in the mountains for so long?"
Do you understand the world?"
"The girl is so impressed."
"..."
Did the co-authored monk think she was praising him?!
Jinse rolled his eyes, suddenly wanting to melt this stubborn stone.
"Monk, after living in your small temple for half a month, my injury is almost healed. From today on, you are my friend, Jin Qingxian. Also, don't always call me girl.
How unfamiliar! Well...just call me Jin'er."
"Amitabha! It's not right, it's not right. It's better for me to call you Miss Jin'er."
"Tsk... By the way, monk, I have a friend, his name is Jiang Wen. When my injury is completely healed, I will go down the mountain to find him. How about you go out with me? Look at this deep mountain and old forest.
How boring it is to be all alone!"
"A monk should cultivate his moral character, and how can he be greedy for the secular world. Just like Miss Jin'er, you were seriously injured and were saved by a poor monk. It was only because of the urgency of cultivation that your spiritual power went berserk..."
Jinse curled her lips, "In this bizarre era, the strong are respected! I, Jinse, will never succumb to others! I will definitely become the strongest demon master in the six realms! I want this sky! This land! This life.
!All creatures in these six realms surrender to me!"
"Why is the girl so persistent? People's obsessions are generally nothing more than power, fame, fortune, and love?" Liao Chen asked. He looked at her again and smiled. He asked himself and answered, "Come to think of it, it has nothing to do with it.
"
Looking into her compassionate and soft eyes, it was as if she was bathing in the afterglow of the setting sun.
She smiled and said, "When I become supreme and powerful, I will leave gracefully and freely, and I will be free to roam between heaven and earth!"
"..."
Monk Liao Chen raised his eyes and looked at the arrogant woman in front of him, making no secret of his yearning to become a strong man and the longing in his eyes, which seemed to have gently touched her heartstrings unintentionally.
Holding the beads in his hand tightly, he bowed his head to Jinse, lifted up his snow-colored monk's robe and walked outside...
"Eh? Monk? Where are you going? You haven't agreed to follow me down the mountain yet?!"