Chapter 435 Return to Jinshan

Chapter 435   Returning to Jinshan

After sending Wei Yuan back to the museum, the girl casually took out a piece of thousand-year-old ice and pressed it on Wei Yuan's forehead. With a flick of her finger, the ice turned into a fluorescent light and scattered into Wei Yuan's body. Fortunately, it relieved Wei Yuan's pain.

Obviously, even if he failed the assessment of Kunlun Mountain.

The eldest sister also has a way to ease his pain.

The girl stared at him fixedly and said, "You really don't remember?"

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched: "Remember what?"

"oh……"

"very good."

The white-haired fox girl had no expression on her face: "Only for that woman, Queen Mother of the West, but not for my sister, I know?"

"Yuan, you have grown up."

"Sure enough, my brother won't be able to keep it when he grows up."

The smile on Wei Yuan's face froze, and the hair on his back almost exploded.

Even holding the Xingtian Ax now, I still feel my scalp numb.

I cried out for a long time in my heart.

Yu, where are you...

I can't handle this situation.

However, Nvjiao just vented her dissatisfaction at losing to the Queen Mother of the West in a certain sense. She glanced at Wei Yuan with her eyes and seemed to think of something, saying that she would take him to Kunlun Mountain in ten days. Take a good rest first, and then leave in a hurry.

Wei Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In the following time, it was just to heal your injuries and recover your body.

Wei Yuan was still sitting in the crushed and then repaired wheelchair.

In my spare time, I can only browse some classics in the museum.

In his current state, he is basically not suitable for cultivation.

Just don't know why.

He always felt that the way the great monk Yuanjue looked at him was a bit weird.

With a honey smile that sent shivers down his spine.

Wei Yuan turned a page, raised his head, and saw Yuanjue lowered his head again, smiling so much that the corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and then fell into deep thought—could it be that when did he call this monk? Offended? Why is this kind of smile so weird, it makes his forehead a little cold.

At lunch time, Yuanjue brought the dishes in front of Wei Yuan.

I don’t know why, but this monk used to eat a lot of food, and he likes the taste of chili, but the dishes he cooks today are all light dishes from the Jiangnan area. Quite authentic, Wei Yuan was full of praise.

Then when Wei Yuan struggled to put down his chopsticks, the monk clasped his hands together and asked with a smile:

"Master of the guard."

"You know, where is the Dharma?"

"Um??!"

Wei Yuan's thoughts froze for a moment, then he looked suspiciously at the smiling monk in front of him——

Could this monk still have plans to turn himself into a monk?

Therefore, I originally wanted to say that the Dharma is between cause and effect, but I muttered in my heart. I simply pointed to the dishes on the table with my chopsticks and replied quite casually: "The Dharma is only between food and drink."

But I don't want Yuanjue to mutter a few words, his eyes light up, and the corner of his mouth smiles.

"Amitabha……"

"It really is you."

Um? ? !

This is all right?

Wei Yuan was dumbfounded.

But Yuanjue was very happy and light in his heart. The true spirit of the previous life returned, and he remembered many past events. As a true Buddhist cultivator, his true spirit memory is different from the way others restore memory. It is the nature, and the life is harmonious like a relic.

The past me and the present me are one person, but they are not one person.

I am not me, the Buddhas of the three times.

Originally, he was the only one sitting upright on the altar, but now there was an extra monk facing him.

After hearing Wei Yuan's answer, Yuanjue's past self and present self clasped their hands together and exclaimed with joy: "The Dharma lies in the thoughts, the Dharma lies in the heart, and the Dharma lies in the forbearance."

"Dharma is in the world of mortals."

"Dharma is also between food and drink."

"Amitabha, it really is him."

Past and present, while shaking his head with regret.

"The comprehension is quite high, but it's a pity, as early as the Song Dynasty, I wanted to save him into Buddhism."

"The comprehension is quite high. It's a pity that some time ago, I wanted to convert the owner of the hall into Buddhism."

The two true spirits of the monk looked at each other, smiled calmly, and confirmed that the robber back then was the current guard master, but it was a pity that the monk had made a vow back then, and the monk did not intend to go against what he said back then.

Wei Yuan felt more and more strange in his heart, the food was not delicious anymore, after thinking about it, he put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, looked at Yuanjue, and asked earnestly:

"Yuanjue, do you have something to say to me?"

The monk was surprised, and immediately pondered for a while.

The past self and the present self in the mind talk to each other.

"How should I speak?"

"It should be asked softly."

"Indeed, don't be too direct. The guard doesn't seem to remember what happened back then."

"It's really not good to be too direct."

"Extremely extreme, speak softly."

"As it should."

So Yuanjue clasped his hands together, with a gentle voice, and asked with a smile:

"Master of the guard."

"Do you still remember the red clothes back then?"

True Spirit Fahai: "..."

………………

Wei Yuan was stunned: "Red clothes?"

Yuanjue nodded slightly, and said with an encouraging smile:

"Yes, in red, with a handsome temperament, a high ponytail with a golden ring, and good at wielding a long sword."

Wei Yuan frowned, thinking seriously, does he recognize this heroic woman in red? But Yuanjue was so swearing, he couldn't fool this friend, so he had to think hard, but speaking of it, it was just a multiple-choice question, and he didn't know many women.

First rule out a wrong answer.

Certainly not Jue.

Then it can't be a girl.

She used the weapons left by Shennong.

In the end, Wei Yuan's brows slowly relaxed, and he found someone, and it seemed that it could only be Kua Lin.

But how could the monk in front of him know her?

Suspicious in his heart, he looked at the calm monk and said, "Yuanjue, do you know her?"

"Master Wei, do you remember?"

The monk was surprised. To be honest, in his memory, the memory of the robber has now recovered, but for the famous arrester in red, he still can't see the face clearly. It may be useful to see the real person. And now, the big thief guard in front of him actually remembered her.

Is it really unchanged for a thousand years?

The monk smiled and said, "Amitabha, that is the best."

"Master Wei, do you have any affection for her? The poor monk can act on her behalf..."

Wei Yuan was stunned before he could utter the word "certify marriage", then shook his head and said:

"of course not!"

The monk smiled froze.

Um? ! !

He widened his eyes: "No?"

"Certainly not."

"But you guys got along so well back then!"

Wei Yuan was dumbfounded, thinking that what the monk was talking about was the dark history of being almost tied up and getting married, but Nvjiao actually told the people in the museum all about it? He said helplessly: "I was also forced back then, and it's not what I wanted to do."

Forced?

The monk's Buddha heart froze.

A picture appeared in my mind.

For example, the girl in red held a sword and forced the thief to say that kind of thing in full view.

Then pretend to refuse.

The whole past story suddenly changed its nature.

This, this, this...

Could it be that the famous arrester back then actually had such a personality?

Or is it that the guard owner is lying, he is actually a villain playing with emotions?

Don't want to do this? Is it forced?

Among the true spirits, Fa Hai slowly got up and slowly clenched his fists.

The breath of Buddhism rises majesticly.

Buddhism observes its heart, observes its words, and observes its actions.

You speak up.

But the woman waits for you all her life, but you say that she has no thoughts and no feelings.

Amitabha.

The poor monk has a word, and the benefactor listens quietly.

The true spirit of Fahai clenched his fist, and the Buddhist momentum was majestic and majestic, like a dragon soaring up.

"No feelings?"

But Yuanjue's face was serious, thinking of what he said in his previous life, he pondered for a long time, and said:

"Then Master Wei, can I trouble you to cultivate your relationship with her again?"

He said sincerely: "The poor monk has a vow shackle, which requires the cooperation of the two of you."

Wei Yuan: "...?"

"This is all right?"

The two were stunned at each other, but the soldier soul appeared on his own initiative and interrupted helplessly:

"Master, you said this is impossible, after all, there is Miss Jue..."

"Miss Jue?"

The monk froze, and then some kind of mist in his mind was dispelled.

The appearance of the famous arrester in red came alive. It was the girl who lived opposite the museum at the moment. The expression on the monk's face was sluggish, and then eased. He looked at Wei Yuan, and Wei Yuan found that the monk's face appeared again. That kind of sweet smile after suddenly realizing the truth, the thickness of Buddhism disappeared.

"Amitabha, so it is so, so it is so."

"Haha, very good, very good..."

Wei Yuan: "..."

Did I make a mistake?

Yuanjue also understood that he and Wei Yuan were not talking about the same thing, looked at Wei Yuan, and asked with a smile: "Master Wei, do you still remember what happened in the south of the Yangtze River?"

Wei Yuan frowned and shook his head.

But to be honest, he himself was not sure about the situation.

Yuanjue is so sure.

Could it be that he was reincarnated in a certain life?

The monk thought in his heart, then smiled and said:

"It's meaningless for the poor monk to say this. You may not believe it, Master Wei. If you have nothing to do, you might as well go to the south of the Yangtze River with the poor monk to relax. The poor monk happens to have a place where he wants to go back for a while." trip."

"Where?"

Yuanjue raised his eyes, the expression in his left eye was clear and peaceful, but his right eye was as calm as an old monk.

Hands together.

"Jinshan Temple."

White Snake, you are about to get out of trouble.

……………………

Beyond the East China Sea.

The storm rose.

Wisps of ink-colored breath gathered again.

It vaguely turned into the appearance of a dragon, crossed the gap between mountains and seas, followed the Yangtze River estuary, and flowed in the direction of Jiangnan Road again.

Wei Yuan finally agreed to Yuanjue. In the museum, he had no way to cultivate, and he was very suffocated.

It's good to go out and relax.

With this in mind, Yuanjue brought Wei Yuan to Jinshan Temple.

It used to be one of the four famous temples in the world.

Yuanjue looked at this strange but familiar ancient temple, looked at the people coming and going, the fallen leaves fell into the forest, the yellow leaves flew like golden mountains, and there were monks in monk clothes sweeping, the big broom sweeping the fallen leaves, the rustling sound made people People's hearts are relaxed and peaceful.

Yuanjue suddenly lost his mind, as if seeing the past.

"Master Wei..."

"You go up first."

Feeling faintly, Wei Yuan smiled and nodded.

Yuanjue nodded, and with nostalgia, gently stepped on Jinshan Temple with his right foot.

The wind stops here.

The tourists and monks were astonished.

Then the 1,600-year-old Buddhist bell, which was extremely heavy, suddenly vibrated mightily.

If you see an old friend.

The monk lowered his eyes, and the Buddhist bell rang twelve times, resounding through the sky.

Never stop.

Twelve karma, back and forth.

After a thousand years, return to the old place.

In the astonished gazes, the monk who had just pushed the wheelchair erected his chest with one hand, the sides of the monk's robe slightly raised back, and said softly: "Amitabha..."

PS: The first update today... 3,200 words