[Quick Transmigration] When the supporting actor becomes a dragon

Xiyuan went down the mountain this time for one person.

That man was the apprentice of an old monk who lived in seclusion on Tianshan Mountain, and he once visited Xiyuan with the old monk.When the old monk's lifespan was up, the young monk went down the mountain.

Xiyuan had a good friendship with the old monk, and when the young monk was in trouble, he left the mountain.

The Yong Dynasty was already the second generation of emperors. Unlike the previous emperors who believed in Taoism, the Yong Dynasty believed in Buddhism and regarded Buddhism as the state religion.

Xiyuan has now learned to avoid trouble, wearing a veiled hat to cover her unusual hair color and eye color.Even though her appearance still makes one's heart flutter, it will not attract strange eyes, shouting that monsters will catch her and burn her to death.

While walking like this, most of the news can also be heard.

A young monk from Xianshan entered Beijing three years ago. After communicating with the emperor, he was shocked as a celestial being, and now he is regarded as a holy monk.

The holy monk has no dharma name.

For Xiyuan, the capital city is the place where she has stayed the longest besides Xianshan Mountain.Now separated by a hundred years, the capital, which has gone through two dynasties, seems to be as prosperous and prosperous as it was a hundred years ago.

She once heard that when the imperial capital was broken, many loyal ministers and scholars jumped down from the city wall in a moment of anger, and blood stained the city gate.But looking at it now, the city gate is still so tall and silent, the blue-gray bricks have only traces left by the years, and there is no trace of blood.

A mortal's life is so short, every trace will lose its luster in the scouring of the years.

Xiyuan walked slowly in the capital, and the street theater troupe made up stories about the former emperors and state teachers, and the audience applauded for a play that loved beauty but did not love country.

But for a hundred years, the deeds of Emperor Cangren and the national teacher Xiyuan have only become people's gossip after dinner.The once wise emperor is now nothing but a faint king, a king of subjugation.

Xiyuan was walking on the street, suddenly feeling depressed.

After all, she was the child raised by her alone, and she was reduced to a situation where she would never see her again, and Xi Yuan was not without turmoil in her heart.

Just more boredom.

Suddenly, a monk came to Xiyuan, bowed to her and said: "Amitabha, this benefactor, I would like to invite you."

The holy monk lives in the Shengjue Temple in the capital. In the temple, he is no different from other monks. He lives in the same ordinary wing room and eats the same simple and delicious vegetarian food.

No matter the holy monk, the abbot or the little novice, they are all equal in Shengjue Temple. The atmosphere of this temple is very good, and it is a real place to worship Buddha.

Xiyuan was introduced into the side courtyard of the holy monk's small residence, and he saw nothing at a glance.

Although Wuai is called a holy monk, he practiced with his hair.The old monk on Tianshan Mountain said that his six sense organs were not pure and he could not enter Buddhism.

Up to now, he still has black hair like brocade and blue silk like clouds.

The moon-white monk's robe is draped over the body of the young and tall monk.The word Zhong Lingyuxiu was not used to describe people, but when I saw this monk, I could only think of this word.

It seems that the essence of the world is concentrated on him, and his peace and tranquility have been integrated with the whole world.

Although peaceful and tranquil, it is reassuring, but this monk is just like his name, without dust and without dust.

Xiyuan went down the mountain only when he sensed that he was in trouble. She didn't believe that Wuai, who had already emerged three years ago, would not be aware of the disaster he was about to face, but his state of mind was still not in the slightest chaos.

Confident, or do not care?

"I feel that an old man is visiting, so it's senior." Wuai slowly poured a cup of tea for Xiyuan, and said slowly, "I'm going to trouble senior about my disciple's affairs."

Xi Yuan looked at him coldly.

The holy monk Wuai, even if he knew that he was a disciple of Buddhism, there are countless men and women who missed their lives at the first sight.It is rare for mortals to look like a fairy.

This also proves that his cultivation qualifications are excellent.

A peerless beauty rarely seen in the world was right in front of him, but what Xiyuan saw was a wisp of black energy swirling back and forth on his altar.

The so-called dark clouds cover the top, there must be a bad omen.

That wisp of black air was already visible to Xiyuan without any magical powers, which shows how fierce it is.

"What's wrong, tell me."

Xi Yuan said lightly, raised a corner of the veiled hat slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, paused and nodded slightly: "The tea is good."

Wu Ai's expression was calm and serene, his eyebrows were lowered, and he sighed faintly with a sense of pity that he couldn't see through to mortals, and he said slowly: "There is a bone under the skin, and idiots can't see through it, and it gives birth to greed, hatred and hatred. Disciple is guilty."

To put it bluntly, it is beauty that deceives people.

Xiyuan nodded indifferently, and put the teacup on the table: "Follow me back to Tianshan."

Wu Ai smiled slightly, his calm and peaceful eyes were like throwing stones into the lake under the sun, sparkling warm waves appeared, and his smile was alluring.

"Disciple can't leave Beijing."

"Ok?"

Wuai clasped his hands together and said slowly, "If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will go to hell."

madness.

Xiyuan sneered and left Shengjue Temple.

Today, there are five sons and three daughters in the Holy Spirit. The fifth son, King Rui, is cruel and absurd, lustful and greedy, but he is favored by the emperor all the time.

It was rumored that he had taken a fancy to the holy monk Wuai, and he once molested and molested under the watchful eyes of everyone, but fortunately, the holy monk escaped unscathed.

Fearing that no one would know, this King Rui once told the holy monk Wuai that if he dared to leave the capital, he would kill ten people a day.

Wu Ai had no choice but to stay, and after staying, he could only face the pressure of King Rui.

He has already noticed that King Rui's patience is approaching, and he is not afraid without Eben. The final result is nothing more than death.

But some people rushed to the capital for his safety, just to help him.

Wu Ai is grateful for the kindness of senior Xiyuan, but it is a pity that he may not have the opportunity to repay it in this life.

Mortals can never understand how powerful and mysterious God's power is.

People all over the world forgot about the holy monk Wuai overnight.

When Wu'ai woke up, the novice who delivered the meal treated him peacefully, but he called him Wu'ai layman.

rather than a holy monk.

Wuai just froze for a moment, then accepted all this with a smile.

When Xi Yuan came to the door again, he said, "Let's go."

Wu Ai smiled, carrying the package that had been packed long ago, and said in a warm voice, "Okay."

Xiyuan is not in a hurry, and Wuai is also not in a hurry.

The two of them didn't ride horses or ride in carriages. They just wore veiled hats, carried them to salute, and walked around leisurely.

Wu Ai is a very easy person to get along with, even if you don't speak when you're with him, you won't feel the awkwardness of the atmosphere.

His aura was full of tolerance, and by his side, Xi Yuan's cold and majestic aura full of pressure subconsciously slowed down.

Wu Ai looks like a fairy, but he is not a person who can't bear hardships and doesn't know how to take care of others.On the contrary, during this journey, he knew how to make fire, cook food, identify the way, and drive away wild animals.

He is a vegetarian, he does not kill animals, and he will not force Xi Yuan to do like him when he rescues animals.When eating meat in Xiyuan, he would just avoid it.

Xiyuan has always been the one who will always pay back how others treat her, without showing it on her face.

While Wu Ai respected and took care of her, Xi Yuan was reluctantly willing to take care of Wu Ai's feelings, eating wild fruits and vegetables and dry food with him.

Naturally, because he gave up eating meat, Xi Yuan stopped looking for something to eat, and those were all prepared by Wu Ai.

She didn't say that she ate meat just to satisfy her tongue, and she didn't actually need to eat.If nothing was given to her, she took it noncommittally.

Wu Ai is a kind-hearted layman, the Dharma is profound, and many things are worth learning.

A kind person is great, and Xiyuan has gradually come to regard him seriously, and slowly, he is also willing to discuss some things with him.

Xiyuan's eyes are higher than the top, but she has gradually learned to respect and face up to outstanding people.

Maybe she should really seal the mana and experience the life of ordinary people.

After communicating with Wuai, it was the first time Xiyuan had such an idea.

The suppressing element beads were put into the chest, and the mana circulating all over the body immediately stagnated and settled, and could no longer be commanded.

When Wu Ai woke up in the middle of the night, she saw the girl sitting by the campfire with a cold expression, holding a branch in her hand and clumsily picking up the fire, black hair like clouds, and black eyes showing concentration and seriousness.

Wu Ai didn't ask her about the changes in her appearance, but just stood up and told her the secrets of life.

When the fire light finally danced, Xiyuan's icy pupils reflected warm colors, as if a pure and innocent smile flickered inside, and the bottomless thick ice in those eyes seemed to melt a little.

Wu Ai still looked at her gently and peacefully, his eyes were calm and indifferent, no different from before.

Lost mana, many things become less smooth.Wu Ai was not surprised, but calmly taught her one by one.

Whether Xi Yuan is a master of Taoism or an ordinary girl, when the two walked together, Wu Ai's deeds never changed.

This is a good seedling with a clear mind, a deep connection with Buddhism, and a great understanding.

Xiyuan didn't know why he didn't shave, and he didn't want to care about it.

In fact, the life of ordinary people is also worth experiencing, food, clothing, housing, transportation, everything is considered, and the time of a day is very short.

Therefore, most of the busyness of mortals is due to survival.

When Xiyuan was tired, tired, hungry and sick, she gradually began to appreciate the ups and downs of ordinary people.

Life is not bitter, because the pain will bring out the happiness at other times.

Xiyuan seems to be a child who started to grow up after so long, the innocence and curiosity of her little girls who were sealed up under the second illness are gradually recovering.

She began to think, since people are like this, why does Wuai look different from people?

Wu Ai once opened his eyes while meditating for homework, and saw Xi Yuan staring at him expressionlessly, his eyes full of inquiry.

Senior has become more and more like a girl day by day since his hair color turned black.

Wu Ai didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

Deep down in his heart, Wuai really wanted his senior to be happy.

As for why he had this idea, Wu Ai didn't want to delve into it.He had a vague premonition that the source of that idea might make him irreparable.

Xiyuan was still cold, and he didn't talk much, only his aura became more and more peaceful, no longer aggressive, no longer overwhelming.

When she stepped into Tianshan Mountain, she obviously still looked the same, that outfit, except for the color of her hair and eyes, was the same as when she came out of the mountain.

But in the eyes of Su Ji and Qinglian who came in a hurry, they found that the young lady of their family, Master Guo Shi, suddenly gained some popularity.

Taking a closer look, the beautiful Wuai Layman in the prosperous age has green silk like ink, wearing a moon-white monk robe, standing there quietly, like a couple of immortals and heroes with Xi Yuan.

Su Ji suddenly felt bitter in his mouth, bitter and astringent, so sour that he could hardly control his expression.

Xi Yuan walked towards Su Ji and Qinglian, looked up at Su Ji who was smiling respectfully and decently, and said suddenly: "Su Ji."

"Master National Teacher..." Su Ji controlled his calm tone.

Xiyuan stared at him for a while, then looked at the excited Qinglian, reached out and hugged the girl in his arms.

Qinglian was instantly stunned.

"I am back."

Xiyuan is really different.

She has temperature.

Qinglian couldn't say anything excited, Su Ji was startled, and couldn't help laughing, and the two surrounded Xiyuan and walked home.

Wuai Yaoyao stood alone in the snow, the smile on his face gradually faded.

Suji seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned around.

The man who is not as beautiful as the world can have, stared at the refined and gentle young man from a distance, and it took a long time before he calmly separated his eyes.