Chapter 243:

Just one night later, Lin Nianci has returned to the peak state, and the fluctuation of spiritual power is more active than before, as if even the strength has jumped a layer. But she was still confused, unable to figure out what the situation was, was carried outside by the house of Fangallo, and was gradually awakened by the cold wind, first looked at her white and jade arms, He touched the long black hair that was falling down again, then raised his head to reveal a stupefied but beautiful young face.
"Me, what's wrong with me?" She opened her mouth and found that her voice had also recovered the crispness and gentleness of the past, as if the old exhaustion and the dying struggle were just a nightmare, and everything was fine after waking up.
She touched her cheek ecstatically, feeling the delicate and smooth skin, and tears burst into her eyes involuntarily. Seeing her excitement and confusion, she didn't seem to know what happened last night.
Fangallo observed her moment after moment, and waited until she was happy enough to say lightly: "Song Enci, don't pretend."
Lin Nianci remembered those things yesterday, and then combined with his current situation, he felt a bit inexplicable.
It was found that the two brothers and Nian En were looking at themselves with suspicion. Master Chang Jing even started to make calculations by pinching her fingers, as if she was also afraid of herself. I know why I became like this! I am Lin Nianci, Brother Master, Brother Two, you grew up watching me, do n’t you never know me? "
The few people didn't speak, but the doubts on their faces subsided slightly.
Master Chang Jing still looked at Lin Nianci with a suspicious look, because he had never seen such a situation, nor had he ever heard of it. Where can someone sleep after a sleep and then come back to life? Unless Lin Nianci is God is not human.
If her true identity is Song Enci, it makes sense. People in Xuan Men who do n’t know that Song Enci and her master are the two cultivators closest to the gods, they must have a way to prolong life and immortality.
"Who the are you?" Thinking about it, Master Chang Jing could not help asking.
Being so questioned by the loving elders, Lin Nian was so anxious that her tears came out, pointing at her chest and hurriedly said: "I am Lin Nianci, I am really Lin Nianci, Master you believe me. I, I ..." Her eyes are on every A man ’s face was swept across, and he touched Van Gogh ’s unfathomable gaze. He could n’t help but wince, and then shouted with all his might:
If you do n’t believe me, you can see my memory. I ’m really Lin Nianci. . "
She said this only when she was in a dizzy head, but the calm longevity immediately stood in front of her and sternly warned: "Sister, don't let him get close to you, let him give you psychic! Yesterday he almost killed you , Have you forgotten? "
Lin Nianci remembered the last desperate memory of his last anger being searched by this man. At that time, she was like a traveler climbing a rope and hanging on the edge of a cliff. At the bottom of the foot was an abyss that could not be seen. At the top of the head was a cantilever that could not climb up. Watching this man take out a file and slowly cut the rope that held her life.
At that time, she was crying in her heart, but she couldn't scream in her mouth, and she almost scared herself to death before she could die.
After the memory was recalled, Lin Nianci yelled in horror, and then hurriedly hid behind the two brothers, but unexpectedly, the moment she called out, Fangallo also moved.
Without Lin Nianci's mention, Van Gogh also wanted to check her memory, so she released the fierce magnetic field of the dragon and tiger, and took Changsheng and Changzheng to the sides, and the step was near, and the palm of her hand pressed Lin Nianci's face hard. She pressed hard against the wall.
He always showed people with a gentle mask, but when he came to Lin Nianci, he didn't speak a little gentlemanly manner. He has already determined that this person is Song Enci, and his life is extremely hard, how can he be merciful?
He released a fierce and cold aura all over his body, so that no one around him dared to come close. Master Chang Jing raised his Zen stick to block it, but was also sent out far away by a vast magnetic field. He pressed Lin Nianci's head to death and almost dragged her into the wall, because he was already sure that this person could not die anyway, so she could bear it no matter how rude.
His magnetic field no longer only invaded indiscriminately, but hit like a tsunami and swept away all the memories hidden in Lin Nianci's heart.
He saw her soaked in a water urn; saw her growing up under the care of Master; saw her learning Taoism, learning knowledge, studying abroad ... Finally, he saw her lying down on the altar last night, around All monks who closed their eyes and read the Scriptures; in the second half of the night, her vitality turned slightly, stabilized her soul and life, and was sent back to the chamber ...
Because Changsheng and others are big men, it is not easy to take care of themselves, so two little Sha Mi hit the floor and guarded her all the time ... Then later, there was only a dark mist in her mind, it should be sleeping Started.
Judging from these memory fragments, she did grow up slowly, and she really didn't know what happened last night. As if she had just slept, her body automatically recovered.
Fangalo withdrew his hand, and Song Rui immediately delivered him a sterilized tissue.
Fangalo slowly wiped his palms, but stared at Lin Nianci with his eyes straight, like the knife's line of sight cutting one inch by one inch, and searching by one inch by one inch, as if to peel her bones and remove her bones to see clearly.
Eventually, he threw away the unstained tissue and left without a word.
As soon as he walked, Lin Nianci, who stood rigidly against the wall, slumped softly like dough, his forehead froze with cold sweat, tears fell in his eyes, his arms tightly embraced the trembling body, and he was wronged again. Is afraid. The feeling of being ingested into memory is too painful, as if even the soul has been dissected.
"Sister, are you okay?" Changsheng and others quickly gathered around, watching her eyes still full of consternation and suspicion.
Lin Nianci froze for a while before trembling and said, "Brother, is my mother not dead at all? Did she secretly come back to rescue me last night?"
Longevity was stunned, and then he suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment. Yes, the sister is a premature baby and her body is weak. It is impossible to save herself when the spiritual power is completely dissipated, unless someone saved her last night. But who is that person?
Master Chang Jing has said long ago that the only way to save the sister and sister is to initiate. Now that the sister and sister have returned to their peak state, whose spiritual power can be so great that she can fully recover and improve her strength? In addition to the ancestors, I am afraid that there is only the merciful uncle.
Thinking of this, Changsheng hurriedly investigated whether a stranger entered Longyin Temple last night.
Master Chang Jing looked at Lin Nianci's face, and then looked at the direction Van Gogh had left, and then returned to the Zen room without a word. He drew a yellowed scroll from the bottom of a cabinet and opened it carefully, fingertiply stroking an old monk on the painting and a child in his hand.
The child was very young, only about four or five years old, but his expression was completely innocent and childish. On the contrary, he was very peaceful and quiet, and his facial features were extremely handsome, like a little fairy under the seat of the Bodhisattva. The old monk bent over to stare at the child, his eyes full of kindness and affection. The atmosphere between the two is also a teacher, a friend, and a father and son.
The blank space next to the painting is written with a line of small fly-faced characters-Ji Jiao Yue in the 1990s, discussing the Zen with the Buddha.
Master Chang Jing stared at the child's half-familiar and half-familiar face, and his heart thundered. Such a handsome eyebrow, such a unique temperament, even if it grows up and grows, it can be recognized by a glance.
"Buddha?" Master Chang Jing was completely dumbfounded, and his mind kept echoing the description of Master's regret before he died. Was the Vatican donor actually the Buddha who Master missed? In the 1990s, two hundred years have passed, is he still alive?
Master Chang Jing wanted to draw his mind. His fingertips accidentally pressed the side of the scroll, making the yellowed paper crackle, and then suddenly woke up. He quickly ran out of the meditation room to chase, but learned that Van Gogh had left.
The monk inquired by him said in detail: "When he left, he asked me if there were strangers coming and going in the temple. The monks did not speak slang words. I can only tell him that there are still Jane Shi and her assistants in the temple. I took him to see the few people. I wanted to refuse, but somehow, I took him away in a daze, only to find that an assistant of Donor Jane had driven down the mountain, and it was not long before he left. He asked again. The specific situation of the assistant, the donor Jane, couldn't explain why. When I asked each other, I knew that the person was not an assistant at all, but was confused. "
Master Chang Jing nodded, speechless for a long time.
Longevity determined: "The assistant who ran away must be my kind Uncle Master! She saved the sister."
Master Chang Jing closed his eyes and read a sentence of Buddha.
At the same time, Fangallo and Song Rui, already on the way back, were also discussing this issue.
"According to my observation, Lin Nianci did not lie. She did not know how she recovered. The assistant who ran away was suspicious. You said it would be Song Enci, in fact, she was not dead? Do you remember Lin Nianci and Lin Nianen letting go? The seed brought to you? They also said that the seed appeared inexplicably in the compartment of Longyin Temple, which is similar to today's situation. Will the black hand behind the scene be Song Enci? Who else besides her? Will you deliberately deal with you? "Song Rui guessed.
"If you look at the only clues, your judgment should be correct." Van Gaal nodded his temple with his fingertips and shook his head: "But I don't need these clues and evidence, I believe in my own Intuition. At the first sight of Lin Nianci, I think she is Song Enci. "
"You say she is, then she is." Song Rui echoed without principle.
Vangaro, who was still frowning and frowning, was amused by him. He hooked his lips against the morning sun, bent his eyebrows, and firmly said: "When all the people who should come are here, I will let all the truth fall."
Song Rui was trying to encourage him, but he saw him spit out blood.
The splashes of blood covered the windshield, and also blurred Song Rui's eyes, telling him to almost drive the car down the cliff. He was very anxious, but he didn't dare to step on the emergency brake. He could only turn the steering wheel left and right, continuously adjust the direction, and then slowly slowed down, leaning the car to the side of the road.
After a few minutes, Song Rui parked the car in an open space, and Van Gogh was still vomiting blood and covering his abdomen.
"What's wrong with you?" Song Rui tried to hug him, but was pushed away by him.
"Far away from me, dangerous." Van Gogh cautioned gaspingly, the voice had just dropped, and a turquoise vine drilled out of his abdomen, like a sharp arrow piercing his palm, and a few more. The thin vines groped at the blood-scarred wound, and then burrowed deeper into the flesh.
Song Rui can clearly hear their bone piercing sounds, and it is not difficult to imagine how they will wreak havoc in the body of Van Gogh.
"It's that seed!" He caught the truth between the flashlights.
Van Gogh was stained with blood and sweating, but his face did not show any timidity, but he smiled briefly: "It is the seed. It turns out that only anger can make it germinate. No wonder it hasn't been moving for so long. . "
Song Rui was so clever, he immediately understood the whole story after hearing this. This body of Van Galo is a Horcrux and feeds on evil spirits or evil thoughts, so his body is full of the breath of death, and he can't provide the conditions for the seed to take root and germinate, so it has been dormant.
But by coincidence, Van Gogh sucked Lin Nianci's anger yesterday, but pushed himself into a dangerous situation.
"I will take you to the hospital immediately." Song Rui immediately ignited the engine and drove the car on the road. He knew he couldn't help with anything, and naturally he wouldn't touch these vines indiscriminately. If even he is successful, who can send Van Gogh back to a safe place?
"It's useless to go to the hospital." Fangallo leaned back on the back of the chair, and the corner of his mouth was still hooked, as if he was in a good mood: "I counted Lin Nianci, and in the blink of an eye, it was calculated by others. This is karma. I have already said , Everything in the world is fixed, no one can escape the fate. "
"Shut up, I don't believe in fate!" Song Rui screamed sharply, but flushed and tears in his eyes.
Fangallo looked at his tight face and smiled lowly: "You don't believe me, I believe. Karma is the natural law of cause and effect, the truth and driving force behind samsara. Every one of our actions, even the most subtle It will also cause cause and effect under the encouragement of karma, that is, retribution as the saying goes. "
Song Rui mutely retorted: "You saved so many people, what you deserve is longevity, not retribution."
Van Gogh spit out blood and gasped hurriedly, so weak that he couldn't even speak.
Song Rui wanted to look at him nicely at a glance, and he was afraid that he would cause a car accident if he didn't concentrate, causing him to suffer more damage and could only stare forward. But his shoulders were shaking, his hands were shaking, and even the tears in his lips and eyes were shaking, as if he would cry at any time.
The first time Dr. Song's face saw this panicked and desperate helpless expression, Van Gogh laughed with a low gasp.
"You still laugh?" Song Rui couldn't understand his brain circuit.
Van Galo rested for a while before saying hardly: "I don't do evil things in my life, and naturally there will be no retribution." He stroked his body with his palms, and the vines that accumulated in his skin were invisible. Blocking the way, it seemed to be held tightly with both hands, slowly pulled back, and gradually pulled into Dantian, forming a ball, and finally completely imprisoned in a boxy narrow space.
It wasn't until this time that Fangallo exhaled with a chuckle: "One drink and one sip, it's the destiny; Lan Yinxu, there must be a cause. If there is no gift from Ma You, I'm dead now." He turned his head to Song Rui, comforting: "You are right, I saved so many people, and God will bless me."
Song Ruizai looked at him carefully and found that he was really safe. Then he said with a cry of laughter: "What fate and retribution you just said were deliberately scaring me!"