Looking at the figure sitting cross-legged, Lin Huang was obviously frightened.
That figure looked like a middle-aged man, not like someone who had lived for more than two hundred years. Half of his face was exceptionally handsome, as white as jade, and revealed the gentleness and charity of Buddhism.
However, the other half of the face looked extremely hideous and ugly, with blood flowing on it and a strong aura of killing, making it intimidating.
The middle-aged man was wearing a cassock and had his hands clasped in front of his chest.
The same is true for the hands, one hand is as white as a jade hand holding flowers, and the other hand is as ferocious as a ghost claw.
Half Buddha and half devil!
Looking at that figure, Lin Huang suddenly thought of this word.
"You're here!"
In the pagoda, the half-Buddha and half-demon sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes. However, the latter only opened half of the left eye on his fair face, looking particularly compassionate and compassionate.
“I’ve met Master Wu Zen!”
Lin Huang bowed respectfully, stepped forward and approached Ye Wuchan. Then he asked, "Master, why are you doing this?"
Lin Huang could not imagine what kind of experience it was that tortured King Wu to such an extent that he became half Buddha and half Buddha. When a Buddha's eyes open, it means he is compassionate and saves the world. If a half devil's face opens its eyes...
Ye Wuchan smiled and said nothing, but did not return to Lin Huang's problem, but said calmly:
"More than ten years ago, Almsgiver Lin Changtian once entered the pagoda. He told the poor monk that maybe on a certain day in a certain year, someone would enter the pagoda again, and he was indeed right!"
Um?
Lin Huang frowned slightly, feeling a little confused and asked, "Why is this?"
Ye Wuchan still did not answer Lin Huang's question, but raised his compassionate eyes and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "The poor monk wants to borrow something from the donor!"
Lin Huang scratched his head, "If you want me to stay in Wuchan Temple, it's impossible!"
"Of course not!"
Ye Wuchan held the flower and chuckled, "The temple of Wuchan Temple is too small and cannot overcome the demon inside the donor!"
Lin Huang looked startled, and immediately took two steps back warily. If Xiao Yishan knew about the existence of his martial spirit, it would not be surprising. But although Ye Wuchan was a martial king of the generation, he should not have such ability.
He was actually able to see through the Heavenly Shura in his body.
"The poor monk guessed it!"
Ye Wuchan suddenly said, but his fair face was extremely determined, and then he continued: "It is precisely because of this that the poor monk wants to borrow something from the donor!"
"What is it?"
Lin Huang asked.
Ye Wuchan's eyes shone brightly, like Buddha's light shining down. He only chuckled, but it made Lin Huang's eyes pierce, and then he took a few steps back.
"Eight-armed Shura Cauldron!"
Ye Wuchan smiled.
Lin Huang suddenly frowned and looked at Ye Wuchan, who was half Buddha and half demon, his mind wandering.
"What do you think of the poor monk's skin, Donor Lin?"
Ye Wuchan didn't wait for Lin Huang's response and then asked.
"Very handsome..."
Lin Huang said very honestly, causing Ye Wuchan to smile slightly, and there was actually a touch of sadness of reminiscence on his face as white as jade.
"Back then, when I first entered the world, everyone said this!"
Ye Wuchan pursed his lips and chuckled, making the Buddha-nature around him come alive, unlike before, which was lifeless and depressing.
"That year, the poor monk was just nineteen years old. When he was a young man in bright clothes and angry horses, he fluttered his green shirt and spent thousands of gold. He fought in fourteen dynasties and once blocked a million divisions with one sword!"
The smile on Ye Wuchan's face became more and more lively, his smile was very clean and pure, "But in that year, the poor monk also met Xuanyuan Wuxiang and A'lei!"
"I remember it was March 18th. The three of us hit it off at Luoyue Tower. We talked about martial arts, history, people, folk customs, the country, people, and the world. We also talked about how many years an ant can live and why there are donkeys.
This kind of animal, why do the three thousand beauties in the harem of Shangguan Dynasty not have a son..."
"That night, under the witness of Ah Lei, Xuanyuan Wuxiang and I drank blood and became friends for eight worships!"
The smile on Ye Wuchan's face became more and more brilliant, as pure and clear as that of a young man who had just entered the world. His smile was as refreshing as a spring breeze.
"On that day, I also fell in love with Ah Lei. To be precise, it was love at first sight!"
The smile on Ye Wuchan's face became a little bitter. After pursing his lips, he coughed and said: "A Lei is not very beautiful, but he is as gentle as a stream of autumn water, as thorough as a clear spring, and as knowledgeable as the ocean.
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"What a pity... Ah Lei fell in love with Xuanyuan Wuxiang!"
Ye Wuchan closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, as if he still had some regrets even now.
Lin Huang remained silent. When he was in Xuanyuan Mansion, he heard Xuanyuan Tibing talk about the emotional entanglement between the three people. Even now, Lin Huang still feels that it is a bit ridiculous.
"I once drunkenly whipped famous horses, and I once spent thousands of dollars with a smile. How high-spirited a young man is when he first enters the world, but how ignorant and conceited he is!"
Ye Wuchan sighed, as if he was a little sad, and the compassion in his eyes became more intense, "The poor monk is half a year older than Xuanyuan Wuxiang, and it was the poor monk who saw Ah Lei first. Moreover, the poor monk's sword could...
If he can stand up to millions of divisions, he will surely become the number one in Dongling one day. But why did Ah Lei choose to be with Xuanyuan Wuxiang?"
"The poor monk feels that they have betrayed me!"
Ye Wuchan's voice was very calm, but in that calmness, he could not suppress the trembling in his emotions.
"There are thirty million Buddhist texts in the world, but the words "love" alone are the most murderous!"
Ye Wuchan sighed suddenly, slowly opened his cassock, revealing half of the cut white robe inside, and continued:
"On the day they got together, I, Ye Wuchan, severed ties with Xuanyuan Wuxiang, severed ties, and swore never to enter Xuanyuan City again in this life!"
When he said this, Ye Wuchan's half-Buddha, half-demon body trembled and almost fell to the ground. Lin Huang stepped forward quickly and held him up.
Ye Wuchan continued, "At that time, if the poor monk wanted to kill Xuanyuan Wuxiang, he only needed a sword. But after all, the poor monk couldn't let go of Ah Lei. She even called her Ah Lei. How could the poor monk bear to make her cry sadly?
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"So, when Xuanyuan Wuxiang and Ah Lei got married, I built the Wuchan Temple here. I just assumed that there would be no Ye Wuchan in this world!"
Ye Wuchan's half-face was full of smiles, but it was extremely bitter and full of sighs, "Less than seven days after they got married, Yin Yang Valley was born!"
When he said this, Ye Wuchan frowned for the first time.
"You must have heard about the Yin Yang Valley!"
Ye Wuchan turned his head and stared at Lin Huang, and said calmly, "Xuanyuan Wuxiang gathered ten commanding masters to build the Dragon Locking Land, and laid eight imprisonment seals in the Yin and Yang Valley."
Lin Huang nodded silently.
"During that period of time, the poor monk stood on the top of Wuchan Mountain day and night, wanting to go down the mountain to see what kind of ghosts and snakes there were in the Yin and Yang Valley, and to see if I, Ye Wuchan, could kill him with one sword. But at that time, I still held a grudge.
Xuanyuan Wuxiang, I don’t want to meet him!”
"Then what happened next?"
In the pagoda, Lin Huang asked.
"later……"
Ye Wuchan's expression paused, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he choked up a little, "The poor monk has not yet come down the mountain, but the news of Xuanyuan Wuxiang's death came!"
"That day was the first time the poor monk cried in his life! Just when the poor monk finally decided to pick up his sword and go down the mountain, someone sent a letter and something, which trapped the poor monk here for more than two hundred years..."