Smoky!

It was accompanied by the man who stood in it, looking like a fairy in the smoke.

In memory,

For this point, the Red Lian Fairy also had speculations at the beginning. Regarding this peculiar mastery, in the later analysis, Li Mochou regarded this as an existence such as the Dao Gate's Divine Invitation Technique.

Even if she had doubts, in the subsequent contact, her mind had not been on this question for a long time. After all, at that time, her whole mind was on Yue Yuan.

Both body and mind belong to each other.

Where is the time, where is the mind to learn about the other?

Love words are not enough.

I can't get enough of honey talking.

Even if Xiangyang broke through the sky and soared in the end, in the end, she was more resentful and resentful, and she had been persistently chasing each other's figures.

But now when he listened to his grandson Yingyuan talk about this problem, Li Mochou really focused on this problem.

Visualize.

This is a term that comes from the Daomen.

It is even mentioned in Buddhism.

This is a technique of cultivating the mind.

In a way, it includes methods such as the Divine Technique.

"Look!"

"Doesn't grandfather's practice of burning books seem familiar?" As for the visualization, Eagle Yuan has seen it before, and it has been described in the notes left by his father.

And the description itself came from the mouth of the Red Lian Fairy.

When she was idle, she was part of the father's depiction of Chuanying as a child. This part of the description has been engraved in the depths of Chuanying's mind since he was a child.

Familiar?

Li Mochou was slightly stunned when he heard this.

Smoky?

What's so familiar about this?

But Yingyuan's words were definitely not said casually, after thinking about it carefully, the Chilian Fairy suddenly understood. What exactly is the familiar place in the mouth of Eagle Yuan?

There is a door.

Buddhism is also available.

That's incense.

The only difference is that Yue Yuan replaced sandalwood with something else, and it seems that he selectively chose other things for preparation.

For example, in Li Mochou's memory, when he rescued his junior sister Xiaolongnu, he burned the medical Taoist classics.

Seeing the sudden realization on his grandmother's face, Ying Yuan knew that the other party had thought of what he wanted to say.

So what kind of existence needs to be incensed?

In the Chinese dynasties, only the immortal Buddha needs incense.

In addition, there is another thing that also requires incense to worship.

That's the one who has died.

As if remembering something, Li Mochou muttered a name.

"Xu Xian."

Xu Xian!

Jinshan Temple.

This temple is now a bit deserted, but there are still many monks waiting here to chant sutras and worship the Buddha.

When someone burns incense to worship, the great monks will naturally not refuse.

Even if there are female guests.

After all, their Jinshan Temple is not a Shaolin Temple, and it has special rules.

Burn incense and worship the Buddha.

Lu Wushuang watched his uncle Xiaolongnu in a daze, doing such a thing with great courtesy.

Three incense sticks were lit, and in the few green smokes, the cold face of the little dragon girl was imprinted.

"Xu Xian."

She muttered this unforgettable name, and suddenly, she seemed to see the Buddhist 'monk' sitting there, leading the practice.

Behind.

Lu Wushuang looked at the incomparably familiar scene in front of her, and even now she still hasn't completely sorted out the mess she has experienced in the past few days.

Even.

This absurd but true story made Lu Wushuang himself begin to doubt himself.

Who am I?

Where am I from?

Where am I going?

Countless thoughts rolled in her mind, almost making her really angry and go crazy. Especially after knowing Fahai's identity, Lu Wushuang was almost dumbfounded. For a while, she didn't dare to look at the complicated relationship between Yue Yuan, Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu.

If it were her, I was afraid that I would go crazy.

It was only now that it was difficult to suppress the messy thoughts in his head, and Lu Wushuang stabilized his mentality.

It's been a long time.

The little dragon girl who turned around saw Lu Wushuang who was in a daze, and woke him up: "You still don't understand? ”

"Yes."

"Your realm is a little worse after all, and there is a little distance from shattering."

"One step away, it's almost endless."

"You must know that time is the biggest obstacle for Yue Yuan, but it is also the weakest obstacle."

"You know what?"

"My senior sister once said something like this."

She seems to have had a strange dream encounter in which she had fought an extremely beautiful haired bhikshuni in the mountains and forests next to a temple, who was holding a sword belonging to Yue Yuan. But the bhikshuni said that it was the sword of the Buddhist sect, and it was called Sekong. ”

"Senior sister was very angry at that time."

"I wanted to kill this bhikshuni directly in my dream, but unfortunately the person woke up halfway. However, the senior sister couldn't remember the other things in the dream clearly, but she was very impressed by the bhikshuni, but it was a pity...... In the end, I didn't find it, and in the end, I had to kill a few evil monks at random to vent my anger. ”

"Now it seems that this dream is not necessarily just a dream."

"Because over the years, I have secretly investigated, and it is considered a 'coincidence', and I learned that there is a hidden sect in Buddhism called Cihang Jingzhai, and there used to be a sword of the town sect called Sekong in it."

"That's right."

"Maybe the heirs of the sect of Cihang Jingzhai should also go out of the mountain."

When she said these words, there was one thing that the little dragon girl did not explain, and that was that she also had this dream, in which she held a silver sword with a golden bell hanging from it. At the same time, she still remembered that there should be a woman in a big red dress who was extremely domineering in her dream.

These things have been concealed by Xiaolongnu.

Bell.

The moon lacks a sword.

She herself began to wonder about the true origin of the Tomb Sect.

The chaotic and complex memories and those strange and unpredictable dreams make Xiaolongnu now wonder if the Yue Yuan she saw was the Yue Yuan of the past or the current Yue Yuan, or the future him?

The man who plays with time, but is tricked by time.

Speaking of this, Xiaolongnu paused, her eyes fell on Lu Wushuang's body, looked at the other party and asked, "These days, Wushuang, you have heard so much and seen so much, what do you think?" There was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Jaw head.

Contemplation.

Facing Xiaolongnu's inquiry, Lu Wushuang met that gaze and held back such a sentence for a long time: "Thoughts? I think these days, Uncle Shi, you will probably talk for a lifetime before you speak. ”

“……”

The little dragon girl was stunned when she heard this, and then her expression turned cold.

Just when Xiaolong's goddess love began to change visibly with the naked eye, Lu Wushuang spoke up again: "I know what you mean, uncle, but I don't understand, apart from Leifeng Tower, has he done anything else?" Lu Wushuang didn't understand what kind of emotions made Xiaolongnu embark on such a path.

Faintly, she felt that the truth of the matter might be more than that.

He was stunned.

The little dragon girl seemed to have thought of something, and her white jade-like face turned crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye in Lu Wushuang's sight.

A wave of shame crept up on his face.