In the vast ancient pagoda with Buddha's light, Lin Huang's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and he had roughly guessed what Ye Wuchan was talking about.
"The letter was left to me by Xuanyuan Wuxiang!"
Ye Wuchan lowered his brows and said calmly, "He has been talented and knowledgeable all over the world in his life. However, there are only a few words in his letters to the poor monk!"
When he said this, Ye Wuchan smiled bitterly.
"That thing is the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron?"
Lin Huang didn't care about the content of the letter, he just wanted to know what the thing Ye Wuchan was talking about was.
Ye Wuchan closed his eyes and nodded slowly.
Lin Huang looked a little confused, not understanding the cause and effect...
Later, Ye Wuchan spoke again, "The Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron was originally a property of the Xuanyuan family. It had been living in the Eastern Spirit Realm for many years. It returned to the hands of Xuanyuan Wuxiang!"
"Before Xuanyuan Wuxiang died, he sent the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron here!"
Ye Wuchan suddenly raised his head and stared at Lin Huang calmly, "So Donor Lin, now you understand why the poor monk wanted to borrow the Donor's Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron?"
In the ancient pagoda, Lin Huang shook his head and asked:
"I wonder what the eight-armed Shura Cauldron does?"
Ye Wuchan looked stunned, and touched half of his sleeping demon face with his jade-white palm, and then murmured: "The donor should understand that the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron is related to the eighth level of imprisonment in Yin-Yang Valley!"
Lin Huang nodded, "But this junior doesn't know, what does this have to do with Wuchan Temple?"
"If the poor monk said that before Xuanyuan Wuxiang died, he actually only deployed seven lines of detention to block the Yin Yang Valley, would Donor Lin believe it?"
Ye Wuchan spoke.
Lin Huang's expression condensed, and then he said with emotion: "Wuchen Temple is the eighth level of detention?!"
Ye Wuchan picked up the flower and smiled, and did not directly answer Lin Huang, but continued: "According to Xuanyuan Wuxiang's instructions in the letter, there is this pagoda in Wuchan Temple, and there is also a half-Buddha and half-demon poor man.
monk?"
"Does the donor know what is under this pagoda?"
Ye Wuchan asked.
Lin Huang frowned slightly, and then asked speculatively, "Connected to Yin Yang Valley?"
"Right under the poor monk's ass!"
Ye Wuchan smiled, but it was extremely shocking. Until this moment, Lin Huang realized that Ye Wuchan had not moved a step since he entered the pagoda.
Just sitting calmly in the pagoda, as firm as a mountain and like a dead tree.
"Under this pagoda, there are countless blood crows. When the pagoda was first built, the poor monk was so arrogant that he sank into it with his sword, but he was frightened and came back!"
Lin Huang's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and Ye Wuchan continued:
"Later, the poor monk used the pagoda as the formation and the eight-arm Shura tripod as the formation eye. He established the eighth prison of Yin Yang Valley and completely sealed this entrance!"
In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan coughed twice, but his compassionate face showed a touch of deep sadness: "It's a pity... After Xuanyuan Wuxiang's death, Ah Lei went to Wuchan Temple three times, and even the poor monks couldn't see him.
Her side!"
Ye Wuchan raised his eyes, looked at Lin Huang again, and said with a smile: "Do you know that that woman as weak as water was the one who appeared after Xuanyuan Wuxiang's death, Mikami Wuchan in white clothes and holding the Xuanyuan clan flag?
Temple?”
"At that time... I was determined to establish the eighth incarceration, otherwise the disaster in Yin Yang Valley will never be ended!"
Ye Wuchan calmly told the past events, his fair face extremely moved and sad.
"For the first time, I heard Ah Lei crying outside Wuchan Temple, like a homeless kitten, begging me, my brother, to avenge his husband and kill all the thieves in the world."
"The second time, Ah Lei knelt outside Wuchan Temple for seven days and seven nights. She didn't say a word, but her head was covered with blood!"
In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan's voice was extremely choked. Even though he had practiced Buddhism for more than two hundred years, his mind was still like waves, and his body was trembling:
"On the third time, she went to Wuchan Temple again, but she no longer begged me. She just waited for the poor monk for three days, said that the meeting would be due, and then came down the mountain!"
Ye Wuchan sighed and chuckled, his charitable eyes full of sadness, "That time, Ah Lei walked down the mountain for half an hour. When he reached the bottom of the mountain, Ah Lei already had white hair and a withered face.
"She exchanged her full talent and lifespan for the seven-day Wuhou realm."
In the pagoda, tears that had been suppressed for two hundred years quietly flashed across Ye Wuchan's eyes. He looked at his hands with a sad expression.
Lin Huang was also a little moved when he heard this. The woman named A Lei is indeed a strange woman in the world, with a pure heart but the most affectionate nature.
"On the third day after Ah Lei came down the mountain, the poor monk finally built the eighth level of detention!"
Ye Wuchan laughed, but it was extremely painful. The Buddha's eyes were full of self-mockery, "The poor monk hurried down the mountain, fighting all the way to Xuanyuan City, but stopped at Luoyue City!"
"Luoyue City..."
Ye Wuchan took a long and sour breath, "It was on that tower that the poor monk and Xuanyuan Wuxiang became friends for eight worships. The poor monk fell in love with Ah Lei at first sight. Here the poor monk cut off his robes and broke up with Xuanyuan Wuxiang!
"
In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan suddenly choked and cried, with a look of great regret in his life on his kind face, "On that day, the poor monk saw Ah Lei again outside Luoyue City!"
"The white clothes are plain, the frost on his head is as white as snow, he is holding the Xuanyuan clan flag, and his eyebrows are as sharp as an ice sword. He is facing thirty Wuhou and eight hundred Tianyuan alone, but he is happy and unafraid!"
"The poor monk has never seen such a cold and domineering Ah Lei! She saw the poor monk under the tower, but her eyes showed contempt!"
Ye Wuchan sighed deeply, full of endless sadness, and murmured the words of the woman back then, "Who I like is my choice. Now that you have cut off your robe and broken ties, go back to Wuchan Temple! I, the Xuanyuan clan, are proud and proud.
My husband is like this, my brother-in-law is like this, and my son will be like this too. Even if I, Mo Wulei, die in battle today, I won’t need the slightest pity from you!"
"This is the last thing Ah Lei said to me!"
In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan burst into tears, and there was no trace of peace and tranquility. It was as if he had gone back more than two hundred years ago and saw with his own eyes the woman in white clothes on the top of Luoyue City, killing everyone, and finally fell into a siege and committed suicide.
And die!
"Perhaps, at the moment Xuanyuan Wuxiang died, Senior Ah Lei had already followed him!"
Lin Huang comforted Ye Wuchan.
"How can a poor monk not know this?"
Ye Wuchan looked self-deprecating, "But how can a heart that has been moved by emotion be at peace, and where can it be placed?"
"I saw that outside the pagoda, there is a forest of three thousand steles. Senior, I have spent my whole life for Xuanyuan Wuxiang's last wish and for the Xuanyuan family, so why should I lock myself in a cage!"
Ye Wuchan smiled sadly, but shook his head and said nothing. The so-called acquaintance of eight worshippers, the so-called woman whom he once fell in love with to the bone, cannot be buried by years and time.
"I wonder why Senior became like this?"
Lin Huang then asked.
At first, Ye Wuchan successfully established a prison and sealed off the Yin Yang Valley. But now the latter has become half demon and half Buddha, a combination of killing and compassion. It seems that something happened later.
Ye Wuchan looked slightly stunned, then clasped his hands together and let out a long sigh, "Because shortly afterwards, Ciye brought the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron out of Wuchan Temple!"
"Charity?"
Lin Huang was slightly confused.
Ye Wuchan shook his head and said calmly: "His lay name is Chen Ruoxu!"