Cave.

The cave walls are brightly lit.

Nan Baoyi sat upright among a group of newlyweds, holding the hands of the golden silk fan, and couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The visitor was wearing a cassock, with kind eyes and long white eyebrows.

It's the abbot...

The abbot of Wanguo Temple, the great monk Huimin!

Yes, Huimin left Chang'an and traveled to southern Xinjiang a year ago, so in the past year, no new marriage was involved in the near Chang'an.

More than half a month ago, he and his fifth brother returned to Wanguo Temple, and the newlyweds started to get into trouble again.

Time matches.

But, why did he do such a thing?

Huimin smiled kindly and turned the lights a little.

He sat by the stove and turned to Nan Baoyi gently and keenly: "Miss Nan, it's very cold there, come and roast the fire."

Nan Baoyi gritted her teeth.

This person is so cunning that he discovered her at a glance.

She held the round fan and sat slowly across the stove.

She sorted out her wedding dress: "Why—"

"Miss Nan wants to ask me why I killed so many people?" Huimin smiled, picked up a clean iron pot and put it on the iron rack of the stove to roast it. "When I first met Miss Nan in the back mountain, I asked Miss Nan what is life and what is death."

Nan Baoyi stared at the iron pot.

There was some solidified reddish-brown thing in the pot, and I don’t know what it was.

"When I was a Gu master from the Southern Xinjiang when I was young, I wandered around the countries for most of my life, understood countless truths, but I could not understand life and death. I heard that Buddhism could teach people to meditate, so I became a monk halfway through the passage. I once asked myself thousands of times, does the Western Paradise really exist? Does the Buddha really exist? If he exists, why didn't he respond to my nightly prayers and doubts? After a person dies, should he reach the Pure Land or turn into nothingness?"

When the iron pot is heated, the things inside gradually melt and boil.

"Now I am over 60 years old and own the Wanguo Temple, with countless incense, money and believers. I have all my fame and fortune, and I live a very relaxed and comfortable life."

A murmur sound came from the iron pot.

The solid heated up completely, and the reddish-brown liquid boiled, emitting a bloody smell.

"Miss Nan, if after my death, the fame and fortune during my life are turned into a piece of loess, then what is the meaning of my life with all my might? I cannot understand life and death, and now I am unwilling to comprehend again. I long for immortality and rejuvenation, and I do not want to die."

The old man picked up the handle of the iron pot and poured the thick liquid into the ceramic cup.

He exclaimed: "Our black prescription for Nanjiang Gu Master uses the blood of the newlyweds' heart as medicine to make tonics. If you drink it, you will probably prolong your life."

Nan Baoyi frowned.

She stared at the fake monk with disgust.

He drank the thing in one sip and licked his lips meaningfully.

This black plaster is unreliable even with his toes. This guy is crazy about longevity!

Huimin put down the cup and seemed very interested: "The founding queen of Da Yong had exhausted the blood of the royal family and brought Emperor Yongwu back to life. I think the Xiao family's bloodline is very special, and I don't know if it can prolong life.

"When I was traveling in southern Xinjiang, I happened to meet the Emperor of the Xiao family. Among them, there was a maid named Xiuxiu, who was a messenger who repeatedly quarreled the relationship between Emperor of the Emperor and your fifth brother. Your fifth brother thought she had bad intentions and secretly forced her to leave.

"She was so vicious. She secretly drugged Emperor Ji and deliberately left a letter, accusing Emperor Ji of being bad for her. She ran away alone and deliberately brought Emperor Ji who was looking for her into a refugee nest.

"It's so pitiful. The little princess of the Xiao family lost all her martial arts at that moment and was tragically tragically tragically by the refugees. When your fifth brother finally found her, she was covered in blood and lying in the soil without dignity. Her beautiful face was gnawed half like a rotten apple."

Nan Baoyi's face was pale.

The hand holding the golden silk fan couldn't stop trembling.

Mrs. Liuhua's illusion can make people face the deepest fear.

It turns out that the person in Emperor Ji’s dream is not Xiuxiu, but herself?

Maybe the stove was too hot and Nan Baoyi was covered in sweat.

She stared at Huimin: "It is impossible for a person to come back to life. If the princess dies, then who is Xiao Qingyang who is now jumping around?"

"It is impossible to bring back the dead?" Huimin smiled, "Aren't you just bring back the dead by yourself? At that time, your fifth brother was so desperate. He held the body of Emperor Ji and asked for help everywhere. His humble kowtow looked like a young ranger. How could he be as energetic as a young ranger? Finally, he begged me.

"I told him that life and death are determined by people. If someone lives, someone will die. If he is willing to give his heart to the Emperor, then I can use witchcraft and talisman water to barely try to save the Emperor. And he agreed."

Nan Baoyi's mind trembled with a "buzz" sound.

She clearly remembered that in the Zen room that day, when Emperor Ji applied medicine to the fifth brother, there was a deep scar in front of the fifth brother's heart.

"Why do you think your fifth brother wants to become a monk?" Huimin laughed, "He has no heart and only relies on the worms to move in his body. He can't live long! Since he doesn't live long, then just be an unfilial son, a lover, a lover, a call him the Nan family, and a call him the Emperor Ji, and he will be completely disappointed with him. He will not be sad and sad for him when he dies."

Nan Baoyi's whole body trembled slightly.

She held the handle of the fan tightly, and the veins on the back of her fair hands burst out, and even her fingertips were pale.

Big tears rolled down my cheeks.

Dye the wedding dress to dark red.

She raised her scarlet and tearful eyes and asked, "Why doesn't the Emperor remember the past?"

"The extremely tragic past naturally needs to be forgotten. She subconsciously grafted her experience on Xiuxiu. Of course, under the revenge of your fifth brother, Xiuxiu's final outcome was even more miserable than the Emperor's - hey, these are not the key points!"

Huimin talked eroticly: "I saved the Emperor of Xiao family and took her blood circulation research while she was in a coma. Unfortunately, due to Nan Chengyi's heart, her blood was no longer special. I really couldn't, so I had to return to Wanguo Temple again and wait for the opportunity to wait for other Xiao family royal family."

See the moon when clearing the clouds.

A series of causes and effects became clear in front of Nan Baoyi.

It turns out that Huimin’s goal tonight is her second brother.

She fell into the trap and became the bait that lured her second brother into being fooled.

She tried to swallow her tears and calmly shook the fan: "I'm afraid I'll let you down. You should have heard that I can't have children, and King Yong and I are no longer husband and wife. He doesn't love me. Even if you kill me, he won't show up."

Huimin was kind and gentle: "Miss Nan, you are so arrogant. How could he not love you for two lifetimes? It's still early now, and he is probably on the way he's found. I'll do a good thing and ask you to see the past of Huangquan."

He took a bright red insect and threw it into the stove at will.

The old man sighed: "The rebirth Gu, took the ashes and peach blossoms, asked for spring, summer, autumn and winter, borrowed thirty-six kinds of flower souls, and asked the moonlight for half a wisp of soul. It was made through ninety-nine and eighty-one procedures. There was only one in the world, which was very precious."

The flames surged up.

Many images passed by Nan Baoyi's eyes and vaguely returned to the Shengjing Palace back then.

She curled up in the depths of the ice cellar, her brows overturned by frost and snow.

Someone stumbled and pushed the door open.

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