Fortunately, none of this is serious.

Jiang Zheliu's body is indeed different from ordinary people, and he has some unacceptable reactions during pregnancy, but his character is stable and mature and can handle it.

On the contrary, Wen Renye was very worried, half worried that the other party was not feeling well, making the little brat uncomfortable, and half worried that Xiao Liushu would have a lot of opinions on him, and then because of this kind of thing, he would have a conflict and want to divorce him. That's a big problem.

Separation is impossible, Wen Renye couldn't accept it.

Only when the celestial body is more sensitive will the embarrassing things happen before. The most effective way is to stay away from the little devil and endure it alone for a while, and then this reaction can be suppressed... But it seems to be For the time being, Jiang Zheliu wasn't sure whether it would be the same in the future.

On the day we arrived at Lanruo Temple, the rain had just stopped, and there was a young monk sweeping the floor outside the temple.

Jiang Zheliu got off the carriage very early and walked to the periphery of Lanruo Temple. As soon as he approached the sweeping broom, his heart skipped a beat, and he noticed a strange feeling.

His premonition of crisis has always been very strong and accurate.

The little monk still lowered his head to sweep the ground. The fallen leaves on the ground were swept together, withered and cracked, and the sound of rubbing was removed.

Jiang Zheliu stood in front of the fallen leaves, stared at the little monk who was concentrating on sweeping the floor, and suddenly said, "There are so many fallen leaves, how can it be clean."

"Sweep the fallen leaves diligently, day and night, and finally get clean."

This is the abbot of Lanruo Temple who often argues with him.

"Sunset and night, sweep day and night, there will never be relief."

The little monk still didn't look up, but repeated in a slightly dull tone: "The wind blows the roof tile, and the tile falls off my head. I don't complain about this tile, this tile is not free. 1"

He didn't stop, but said it again, and then repeated it several times as if it had been made a machine. Jiang Zheliu's eyes became more condensed, and the Lingxiao Sword suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, and the sword edge slashed across, cutting off the broom in the little monk's hand.

He fell to the ground in an instant, twitched for a moment, and a sound similar to that unpleasant piano sound came from his throat, which made people dizzy.

Jiang Zheliu clenched the scabbard tightly, and there was a smell of Wen Renye beside him. He stared at the little monk's body and disappeared, leaving only the thin clothes on the ground.

"This is?" Wen Renye asked in surprise.

"This is designed." Jiang Zheliu raised his head and looked at the facade of Lanruo Temple. At the moment when the little monk's body disappeared, the entire temple that had been hidden for many years also showed its original appearance - those clean and peaceful meditation rooms. The room was shattered and shattered, with potholes and cracks all over the floor.

The promenade was broken, and the orchids outside the quiet room were cut off by their stems.

Jiang Zheliu's breathing stagnated, his palms tightened slightly, and he walked over.

The ripples of the strings on the ground were violent and tyrannical, but it happened suddenly, and it seemed to be a very temporary decision that made the person behind make such a move.

Lanruo Temple has not gone wrong for thousands of years, but it has suffered many setbacks in these short decades.

He closed his eyes and felt it, and found that there was still the breath of living people around, and immediately went to rescue. Those Buddhist cultivators with a relatively high level of cultivation were trapped under the reverberation blockade of the sound waves of the piano, and the abbot retreated to the most critical moment and could not escape.

The echo of this ripple is not difficult to break, but it is extremely complex. Jiang Zheliu spent a lot of effort to pull them out of the predicament, but soon, he found out that Zen Master Mingjing was not here.

He lost track.

what happened……

Jiang Zheliu couldn't help but think of the attitude he got from the dream weaver when he was knocking sideways in the Netherworld.

It seemed that there was something he didn't know that was affecting the mutation of events.

Jiang Zheliu's expression was heavy, and he released Mingjing's junior brother and Zen Master Mingyuan's bound hands from the aftermath of the piano sound. When his spiritual power touched the ripples, an extremely unpleasant and harsh sound wave burst out suddenly.

It's not lethal, but the sound is so majestic that it makes a buzzing sound in people's ears.

There was a harsh cat meow from behind Jiang Zheliu, he turned around and looked over, seeing Xiao Luo jumping up and hanging on Chang Gan's body, he looked over with tears in his eyes, his face was pale, and he was scared to death.

Often dry eyes, nose, nose, heart, expressionless face, no squinting, self-consciously sitting in arms without disturbing Liuxia Hui, innocence and clear, pure as ever.

Xiaoluo hooked the boy's neck, blinked at Jiang Ziliu with big eyes, then let go of his hand suddenly, and ran to Jiang Ziliu's feet to rub against him, choking and saying, "It sounds ugly. !"

"I know……"

"I remember that man!"

Jiang Zheliu paused, stared at him quietly, and listened silently.

"It's gray hair, a man. He looks very...very..." He couldn't find an adjective, and thought about it for a long time, "Like a good person."

Look... like a good guy?

Jiang Zheliu said thoughtfully, "Little Demon King."

"Um."

"What do you think is the probability of the righteous seniors thousands of years ago going astray and going astray...how much?"

Wen Renye had not experienced this kind of assumption, he hesitated for a moment, and said: "The probability is very small, I mean... After a few thousand years, the process of being encroached on the devil is too long, and the decline of Taoism is sometimes just a moment. ."

His thoughts coincided with Jiang Ziliu's knowledge.

"He took away Zen Master Mingjing. What is he trying to do?"

"The pure yang sacred body in Buddhist practice is not surprising." Wen Renye said cruelly and rationally, "A practitioner who has participated in the status of Ksitigarbha, there will always be a way to draw benefits."

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, did not comment, but turned to discuss the matter with other Buddhist practitioners, but most of them did not see the true face of that person, and many of them heard the sound of the piano. lost consciousness.

On the contrary, Xiao Luo, when the other party had no scruples about these little demons, saw that person instead.

"Notice what it looks like." Jiang Zheliu looked at Wen Renye, "I always feel that you have a chance to stand in the same direction."

Wen Renye twitched the corners of his mouth, full of disdain for this person, and snorted coldly: "Just him?"

"You are indeed very strong." Jiang Zheliu said, "But it is not stable enough. I can't let you risk losing control completely."

Although Lanruo Temple was destroyed by the sound of the piano, and the ground was full of ruins and tiles, it was still very easy to clean up a quiet room where we could meet.

The old ghost who would rather communicate remotely in order not to meet with Wen Renye appeared at an astonishing speed after hearing this.

After three quarters of an hour, Jiang Zheliu watched the black gas from the candle in front of him, and the gloomy and damp ghost gas slowly rose up, condensing into a human form from the shadow of the candlelight.

He Susu had slightly curly black hair, very short, and the tip of the hair was only left on the back of the neck, the skin was pale and colorless, and the nails were somewhat translucent.

He sat on a cloud of black gas, and his body slowly condensed into a solid body. It seems that since the last time he fought with Wen Renye, he has not been healed. He rolled his eyes, moved from Wen Renye's body to Jiang Zheliu's face, then looked around, and asked directly, "What did you arrest him for? What did you say before?"

"Buddha's cultivation of the Holy Body has always been of great transaction value." Jiang Zheliu said, "We only talked about Wen Renye's condition before. He directed me to find you."

Why did he avoid seeing him for so long, but in the end he had to show up in person. His whole body was filled with that uncomfortable aura, like a slippery and cold poisonous snake.

"Is it worth destroying the Lanruo Temple just by cultivating the Holy Communion?" He Zuo pounded on the table questioningly, and said incredulously, "I don't know if something was taken away by someone who was put back after a long psychological struggle? !"

Wen Renye was more angry than him, raised his hand and patted it back, stared at him and said, "Just talk when you talk, what are you doing to murder my Dao Companion?"

He Susu: "...you two, you fucking..."

The ghost was under the eaves and had to bow his head. He really couldn't beat Wen Renye, so he could only stop talking and said angrily: "How long you lunatic can live, most of it depends on the will of God, when you die, he will be a widow, and a group of people will think about it day and night. To pry it away, what are you crazy about?"

The little devil was stabbed in the center slot, and he felt very painful. He called out a long sword in anger, and almost killed this **** on the spot.

But he was held back by Jiang Ziliu.

Xiao Liushu only used **** to gently tug at his sleeve. Wen Renye was like a lion being pinched by the back of his neck. He could only suppress everything in front of him and listen to the other party's advice.

Jiang Zheliu held him down, and turned to thrust Ling Xiaojian into the table, his eyes were as cold as a cold star, and he said directly: "I'm coming."

What is it like: "..."

"I'm looking for you, not to make you lose your temper." Jiang Zheliu said, "Who is the person who makes the sound of the piano, what is the origin, and whether it matches the traces in front of you, I want you to be complete. Answer me completely, without error. That's all..."

He paused.

"We can come up with a clue." He observed He Susu's expression, "Take Zen Master Mingjing back from him."

He Susu looked at him for a moment, without any hesitation, directly cut into the content——

"The old monster is called Zhang Chengzhi." He said, "You should have heard of it."

Jiang Zheliu was stunned for a moment.

Changhe Immortal Venerable Zhang Chengzhi, his reputation is just like thunder. He was the closest person to the right path thousands of years ago. He has made many outstanding contributions, and his reputation and status can be compared to the fame of the world.

However, this person is also a person in the historical records. Without a specific time period, it is difficult to grasp which person is most likely from the records. And from Jiang Zheliu's point of view, it is actually difficult to link this series of events with this senior.

"He took my Dao seed and sealed my true spirit, and his vitality was greatly damaged." He Suxi said, "However, although his piano sound is unpleasant, it is not his strongest method, it is just a minor adjustment. And Zhang Chengzhi Sealing me is to take away the Dao Seed, it is not a glorious thing, it is deliberately concealed, it is normal for your cultivation world to be unclear."

Jiang Zheliu pondered: "...Smashing the boundary membrane, pressing the pill furnace, catalyzing monsters into demons, robbing Zen Master Mingjing, there are no rules for this person to do things."

But one thing is certain, that is, he wants to destroy this great world, and he has been observing Jiang Zheliu for a long time. Otherwise, it would not have been him who came to Lanruo Temple, and then this happened.

Such a sudden event, Zen Master Mingjing...

Jiang Zheliu's thoughts were broken, and he said suddenly, "Do you know each other?"

He Suxian narrowed his eyes and didn't answer immediately. Instead, he covered the senses of other creatures other than the three, and then slowly replied, "If it's Zhang Chengzhi's old monster, we do know each other."

This seems to be a breakthrough.

"The past life of the little monk Mingjing was that 'Huijian' Zen Yicheng."

The sword of wisdom is the title, and the meaning of Zen is the name. Mingjing layman's real name is Yiche, but it's not his surname, it's his surname changed after he cultivated Buddhism.

"He insisted on transmuting me." He Suoxi regained a somewhat lazy tone, "Zhang Chengzhi is different, he simply... wants to kill me."

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"Unfortunately, I have more than my heart but not enough strength, so I can only seal things up."

The gray-haired man sat in front of Mingjing.

He was wearing a long robe, with a flute hanging from his waist, a violin on his knees, and two spirit swords could be drawn from the bottom of the violin case.

Mingjing looked at him silently.

"Yi Che." The man said, "Since you're called this name, why did you never want to be thorough?"

Mingjing still didn't speak.

In his heart, the deceased has passed away, and the past is like dust. He is no longer a "wisdom sword", and he has not overcome that ghost, but a small and ordinary practitioner who practiced peacefully, admiring and repaying the seniors who led him. , those past life memories are just a cloud of smoke and do not need to be regarded as existence.

But he can still feel that Zhang Chengzhi's state is not right.

The gray-haired man kept talking.

Mingjing looked at him silently.

"Zen is thorough." The man stood up and took a few steps in front of him, "I didn't get along, half of it was because of your stubbornness, which delayed my timing, and the other half was also because of you..."

He didn't go on, but bluntly explained: "Because you influenced my Taoism."

Mingjing stared at him, and after watching him say these words, he seemed to have completely relaxed, as if he had fulfilled his last wish and relieved the burden, and the breath all over his body changed, as if he had completely changed into another. people.

After a long silence, Mingjing spoke in a low voice.

"You are not Senior Changhe," he said. "Who are you?"

The gray-haired man stretched, then sat in front of him again, reaching out and fiddling with the piano beside him, making a series of ethereal but harsh sounds.

"What do you think?" The man smiled, stretched out his fingers, and a ray of murderous intent appeared between his fingers. "who I am?"

"You are……"

Mingjing's words paused for a long time, and it was difficult for him to believe his intuition, but he had to believe it and had to speak.

"...the end?"

The gray-haired man seemed surprised, he glanced at him in surprise, hehe laughed, dissipated the wisp of heavenly murderous intent in his hand, and praised generously: "As expected of the little bald man Zhang Chengzhi likes, I thought you could do it again. Guess for a while."

The murderous intention of the sky slowly and silently condensed.

He has the killing intent of heaven.

Not only does he want to destroy this great world, but this great world will also destroy him, but the way of heaven is ultimately ruthless and invisible, and can only conform to the reversal of all things, but cannot really intervene.

The killing intent of the sky can generally be collected in the tribulation thunder, and this abruptly condensed part can only indicate that the person in front of him... No, this "thing" has become the enemy of the will of the Great Thousand World.

"...Why is this happening." Mingjing asked.

"Who knows." The end smiled, "Zhang Chengzhi, who cultivated the ruthless Dao, had a chaotic heart. He suffered to the end and could only ask for death. We, who are immortal, are desperately affectionate, in order to truly survive."

"We?" The little monk captured a precise word.

"Ah..." At the end, he realized his gaffe, but he didn't seem to take it too seriously, "Your name is... Zen, right? Fortunately, I found you, otherwise I couldn't eliminate Zhang Chengzhi's last influence on me. Will. I left a clue for Jiang Ziliu, he will find you soon, you can rest assured."

"and then?"

"Then." He showed a subtle smile, "I will be freed from the death of the world."

Mingjing didn't speak anymore, even closed his eyes, he didn't want to spend energy to guess what kind of relief the other party got.

Perhaps those eternal, silent and cold Dao-seeds, those parts of the Dao that are always the same, after they have tasted what it is like to be a human being, they will find the feeling of being affectionate and righteous, which is more painful and more difficult than being a dead thing.

Both love and hate are bitter, love and righteousness are often dilemmas, consummation is not easy to obtain, and there are many regrets.