Chapter 764: Various previous lives (1)

Cave.
The walls of the cave are brightly lit.
Nan Baoyi was sitting in the midst of a group of newlyweds, holding the hands of the Jinsi Tuan Fan, and couldn't stop trembling.
The visitor wore a robe, kind eyebrows and good-looking eyes, and long eyebrows were white.
It's the abbot...
The presiding abbot of the Wanguo Temple, Great Monk Huimin!
Yes, a year ago Huimin left Chang'an and traveled to southern Xinjiang, so this year, no newlyweds had accidents near Chang'an.
More than half a month ago, he and his fifth brother returned to the Wanguo Temple, and the newlyweds began to have trouble again.
It coincides in time.
But why did he do such a thing?
Huimin smiled kindly and turned the lights on.
He sat by the fire, gently and keenly turned to Nan Baoyi: "Miss Nan, it's very cold there, come and cook."
Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth.
This person is so cunning that she was spotted at a glance.
Holding the ball fan, she slowly sat across the stove.
She sorted out the wedding dress and skirt: "Why—"
"The Nan girl wanted to ask Lao Na why so many people were killed?" Huimin smiled, picked up a clean iron pan, and set it on the iron frame of the stove to grill. "When I first met Nan Girl Hou Shan, she asked Passing the Nan girl, what is life and what is death."
Nan Baoyi stared at the iron pan.
There was some solidified reddish brown in the pot, and I don't know what it was.
"When he was young, Lao Na was a Gu master in Southern Xinjiang. For most of his life he wandered through various countries, and he had penetrated countless truths, but he could not learn about life and death alone. I heard that Buddhism can teach people to practice Zen, so I became a monk. Wan Ci asked himself, does the Western Paradise really exist? Does the Buddha really exist? If he exists, why doesn't he respond to my nightly prayers and doubts? After death, is it going to be bliss or to nothingness?"
The iron pan was heated and the contents gradually melted and boiled.
"Now I am over 60 years old and I am sitting in the Temple of All Nations. I have countless incense money and believers. I have all my fame and fortune, and I live a very relaxed and comfortable life.
There was a beep from the iron pan.
The solid heated completely, and the red-brown liquid boiled, giving off a smell.
"Ms. Nan, if after death, my fame and profit in my life are turned into a piece of loess, then what is the meaning of my whole life? I can't understand life and death, and now I don't want to. I am. Longing for longevity, longing for rejuvenation, I don’t want to die."
The old man picked up the handle of the iron pot and poured the thick liquid into the pottery cup.
He admired: "The black recipe of our Southern Xinjiang Gu Master uses the blood of the newlyweds as a medicine to make a tonic. After drinking it, it can prolong life."
Nan Baoyi frowned.
She stared at the fake monk in disgust.
He drank the thing and licked his lips intently.
This black idiot knows that it's not reliable to use his toes. This fellow wants to live a long life and is crazy!
Huimin put down the cup, and seemed to be very interested: "At the time, the founding empress of Yongwu had exhausted the blood of the royal family and brought Emperor Yongwu back to life. If you want to come to the Xiao family, the blood is very special, and I don't know whether it can prolong life.
"When I was traveling in southern Xinjiang, I happened to meet the Emperor Ji of the Xiao family. Among their entourage, there was a maid named Xiuxiu, who was a troublemaker who repeatedly separated the relationship between Emperor Ji and your fifth brother. You five Brother suspected her bad intentions, and secretly forced her to leave.
"How vicious she is, she secretly prescribed medicine to Di Ji, and deliberately left a letter, accusing Di Ji of treating her badly. She ran away alone, deliberately bringing Di Ji who was looking for her into the refugee den.
"It's so pitiful, Xiao Diji of the Xiao family lost all martial arts at that moment and was violently abused by the refugees until she tragically lost her life. When your fifth brother finally found her, she was covered in blood and without dignity. Lying in the dirt, half of her pretty face was chewed up, like a rotten apple."
Nan Baoyi's face was pale.
The hand holding the Jinsi Tuan Fan couldn't stop shaking.
Mrs. Liuhua's illusion can make people face the deepest fear.
It turns out that the person in Di Ji's dream is not Xiuxiu, but herself?
Perhaps the stove was too hot, and Nan Baoyi was sweaty.
She stared at Huimin firmly: "It is impossible for people to come back to life. If Di Ji is dead, then who is Xiao Qingyang, who is now alive and alive?"
"It's impossible to come back from the dead?" Huimin laughed with her palms. "Don't you just come back from the dead? At that time, your fifth brother was so desperate. He was holding Di Ji's body and begging for help. The humble look of kowtow, how can there be a young ranger? High spirits? Finally, he begged me.
"I told him that there is a definite number of life and death. If there is life, someone must die. If he is willing to give up his heart to Di Ji, then I can use Gu Shu and Fushui to try to save Di Ji. And he agreed."
There was a tremor in Nan Baoyi's mind.
She clearly remembered the deep scar in front of the fifth brother's heart when Di Ji was applying medicine to the fifth brother in the meditation room that day.
"Why do you think your fifth brother is going to be a monk?" Huimin sneered, "He has no heart. He only relies on Gu worms to operate in his body. He won't live long! Since he doesn't live long, he can just be an unfilial son. Bo Qinglang, named Nan Jia, and Di Ji, was completely disappointed in him. He will not be sad for him when he passes away."
Nan Baoyi trembled all over.
She held the fan handle tightly, and the blue veins on the back of her white hand were violent, and even her fingertips were pale.
Big tears rolled down his cheeks.
Dye the wedding dress into crimson red.
She raised her scarlet teary eyes and asked, "Why doesn't Di Ji remember the past?"
"The extremely tragic past, naturally needs to be deliberately forgotten. In the subconscious, she grafted her own experience to Xiuxiu's body. Of course, under your fifth brother's revenge, Xiuxiu's final end was even more miserable than Di Ji Eh, these are not the main points!"
Huimin talked freely: "I rescued the Emperor Ji of the Xiao family and took her blood circulation study while she was in a coma. Unfortunately, due to the influence of Nan Chengyi's heart, her blood is no longer special. I really can't, so I have to do it again. Return to the Wanguo Temple and wait for the opportunity to wait for other Xiao family imperial families."
Turn the clouds and see the moon.
A series of causes and effects became clear in front of Nan Baoyi.
It turns out that Huimin's goal tonight is the second brother.
She threw herself into the trap and became a bait to lure her second brother into a bait.
She tried to swallow her tears, and calmly shook the ball fan: "I am afraid I will disappoint you. You should have heard that I am barren, and King Yong and I are no longer a couple. He doesn't love me. If you kill me, he won't show up either."
Huimin is kind and gentle: "Miss Nan, you are too arrogant. How can he not love you after two lives? It is still early, and he is still on the way to find him. I did a good deed. Let me show you Huangquan's past."
He took a scarlet gu worm and threw it into the stove at will.
The old man feels: "Rebirth Gu, take ashes and tea flowers, ask the spring, summer, autumn and winter to borrow 36 kinds of flowers, ask for half of the soul from the moonlight, and make it through ninety-nine and eighty-one procedures. This is the only one in the world. Very expensive."
The flames burst into the air.
Numerous images passed by Nan Baoyi's eyes, vaguely returning to the Shengjing Palace.
She huddled deep in the ice cellar, her eyebrows being overturned by frost and snow.
Someone stumbled and pushed the door.
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