"...if I don't die, the poor monk will feel uneasy."
The night wind carried indifferent words into the forest, but there was a faint murderous intention inside. Chen Yuan sat next to him and bent his knees, put one hand on it, and casually dropped the other hand to the ground, leaning against the tree trunk, talking to the monk
Let’s look at the excitement over there.
"I mentioned this to the Heavenly Master just now. He also promised to go back to the Heavenly Master's Mansion to check the ancient books and find out any clues about the concubine."
Monk Zhenhai nodded, and turned his ascetic face to look directly at Chen Yuan, causing Chen Yuan to subconsciously raise his hand to touch his face.
"Look what I'm doing, there's something on my face?"
The monk smiled.
"The poor monk remembers that the god you summoned should know something about it. Why don't you summon him to ask a question?"
"That god named Jiutian Yingyuan Thunder Universal Transformation Heavenly Lord, who controls the sky thunder, has many powerful thunder generals under his command." Speaking of this, Chen Yuanke had something to say, and he kept talking.
There are so many thunder generals and marshals in Qilei Mansion.
"Have not heard."
The monk simply shook his head. This interruption suppressed everything Chen Yuan wanted to say, 'You are the one who started the conversation, and you won't listen if you don't want to?'
"Listen a little longer, I'm just getting into the mood of what I'm talking about!"
The monk looked at Chen Yuan strangely, then laughed, "The poor monk will listen to you later." He paused, "Actually, the poor monk just meditated and did not enter samadhi. He was just thinking about... the Wanshou Empress.
As you said, the child your fox friend saved back then."
Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment: "It can't be you?!"
Regarding the life experience of Monk Zhenhai, Chen Yuan heard from Monk Zhenkong that when he was young, he traveled with his parents and was killed by a group of robbers. However, he survived by chance, and then met the master who was walking in the world, and became a monk at Wanfo Temple.
Later, he also developed a murderous streak.
"It's really a poor monk." Monk Zhenhai confirmed Chen Yuan's guess. He smiled and said: "The poor monk was only three or four years old at that time. He didn't remember the incident. He just thought it was the scholar who saved me. I didn't expect it was your fox friend.
The transformed scholar sent me to the master... Everything in the world is impermanent, but it is also the fate of you and me."
"But have you changed your mind about demons?"
"No, evil thoughts will also be hidden under good intentions. Only when you see them clearly can you know the good or bad."
Yes. After talking for a long time, the monk was still the same as himself, but also, his parents were killed in front of him. Whoever it was, the hostility in his heart would only increase, especially since he couldn't take revenge, so he could only vent his anger on those who did it.
The monsters and monsters that cause misfortune are haunting you.
The monk also knew that he was stubborn, but he did not continue to talk about this topic.
"Fellow Taoist, can you tell me about the gods you summoned? The poor monk knows that those gods may really exist and are not just those who appeared in stories."
Chen Yuan raised her head and looked at the night sky behind the gaps between the branches, and the stars in the sky were twinkling in her eyes.
"It naturally exists. Otherwise, how could I have made up so many popular stories by myself?"
"Then why in this world, apart from the gods of mountains and rivers, there are only Zu Yi and Concubine in the sky...and now there is only Concubine. Could it be that this world is fake? Every plant, every tree, those cultivators in the distance
, is it just something in a poor monk’s dream?”
Chen Yuan was shocked by his words. Just based on the conversation between Master Wen and Na Yiren, the monk actually came up with the idea that Fang Tiandi was fake, but he didn't know that he knew that Fang Tiandi was just divided in the long river of history.