Something is wrong with Jian Zun

After entering meditation, the sound of the outside world went away.

Tan Yuan has cultivated in meditation for a hundred years, and her xinxing aptitude is excellent, but it is the first time she can't settle down peacefully.

The dead face of the little girl flashed in front of my eyes, countless voices rang out in my head, and blurred scenes flashed across my mind.

The sound of bells and drums, the sound of wooden fish, and the music of Buddha are ethereal.

In the main hall, there is a golden Arhat sitting cross-legged, and a huge Buddha statue stands solemnly, looking down compassionately.

Someone was talking over his head.

"You are born with Buddha bones, and you have a deep connection with Buddha. If you devote yourself to practice, you will become a great weapon."

"You need to completely sever the ties of the world, be free from delusion and thoughts, avoid greed, anger and ignorance, and no matter what happens in the secular world, you should not take action. You are already a Buddhist. Can you do it?"

"From now on, forget the common name, and use the dharma name Tanyuan."

"Tan Yuan, the future of the Buddhist sect depends on you, don't let me disappoint you as a teacher."

……

"You can't even save us. What kind of Buddha are you cultivating? What immortals are you asking for?"

"Be merciful, be merciful, this is your merciful heart!"

"Why didn't you take action? Are you satisfied with watching us fall into this situation?"

"It's all your fault!"

……

"Tan Yuan, you let my teacher down very much."

Master, I...!

Tan Yuan hurriedly opened her eyes, her forehead was suddenly covered with cold sweat, and her mind went blank.

He suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something missing in his seemingly perfect life.

It was as if someone had cut off a piece of memory and forced it to be closed.

The voices from outside flooded into her mind again, and as soon as she opened her eyes, Tan Yuan saw Chu Zhaoliu's back.

With one hand on his brow bone, he looked outside, undefended against his back.

Xie Ming stood next to him with his sword in his arms. It was in a vague defensive posture. The object of protection was Chu Zhaoliu, and the object of defense...was him.

Sensing his gaze, Chu Zhaoliu turned his head and smiled: "Is it better?"

Tan Yuan recited the Heart Sutra silently, shook off distracting thoughts, stood up and nodded: "No problem."

"Huo Yao knows that her methods are useless to me and Xie Ming, so she specially arranged a play for you." Chu Zhaoliu waved his fan slowly like a mirror in his heart, "She wants to plant a demon in your heart."

Seeing that Tan Yuan was silent, he smiled softly: "It's very lively outside, I'm afraid Hu Yao will take action, I'm so delicate and weak, and I still rely on the two protections."

Tan Yuan couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

The three of them returned to the street. The long street, which was empty a few hours ago, was crowded with people at this time. Everyone wore masks with strange colors on their faces. They lined up in a long line and marched in one direction. , like the reckless undead queuing up to enter the gate of hell.

Chu Zhaoliu observed for a while, quickly picked out a person from the team, and asked with a smile, "Brother, may I ask what day is today?"

He has good-looking eyebrows, and his demeanor is as comfortable and gentle as clouds, and he has always been unfavorable.

It's a pity that the man who was brought out was wearing a red and green ghost mask, as if he was blind, he looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

Chu Zhaoliu asked Xie Ming in bewilderment: "Is it because I'm not pretty enough or not polite enough?"

Xie Ming looked down to see that he was too close to that person, and calmly stretched out his hand to distance him: "You can be more polite."

Chu Zhaoliu felt that it was reasonable, so he took off the man's mask with a flip of his hand.

Unexpectedly, under the mask was a rather handsome young face.

It's just that this face is paler than Chu Zhaoliu's half-sick child, with gloomy and lifeless eyes embedded in it, like a dead man who has just been dug out of a coffin.

"Brother," Chu Zhaoliu quickly turned the mask with his index finger, and asked politely, "What day is today?"

The man stared at his mask, seeing that he couldn't snatch it back, he gave him a vicious look, and reluctantly said: "Today is the five-year celebration of our Eastern Xia Kingdom. Your Majesty will bring the royal family and relatives to meet the people in the city tower and give amnesty. world."

Eastern Xia Kingdom?

Chu Zhaoliu was taken aback: "Isn't it Xixue Country?"

"Xixue Country of the Yin family?" The young man sneered, with a contemptuous look on his face, "It's just our country's defeated generals, just a bunch of bereaved dogs."

As he said that, he showed vigilance: "After that useless general committed suicide, there are still many retainers wandering around. Are you the remnants of the Xixue Kingdom!"

Chu Zhaoliu ignored him, slapped the mask back on his face, and politely threw it back into the parade with his collar in hand, turned his head thoughtfully, and met Xie Ming's indescribable eyes.

"What's wrong?" Chu Zhaoliu touched his face, "Am I not polite enough?"

Xie Ming slightly raised his eyebrows: "It's nothing, I just feel that you are as sympathetic as I am."

Chu Zhaoliu smiled and said, "I think Sect Master Xie also needs to be treated politely."

It was a bit unexpected that this place was the capital of the Eastern Xia Kingdom, not the Western Snow Kingdom.

It was wrong from the beginning.

As soon as he and Xie Ming came to Suyang, they bumped into the bone demon transformed by the general of Xixue Kingdom on Yutou Mountain.

Later, I heard the rumors all the way to this point, and saw that the description was no different from what happened to Xixue Country, so I didn't have much suspicion.

Wasn't the capital of Xixue Kingdom that was massacred and set on fire?

The capital of the Eastern Xia Kingdom was actually set on fire and massacred?

This exact fate...was a bit vindictive.

Chu Zhaoliu had some speculations in his heart, pondered for a while, took out the mask from the storage ring and handed it to Xie Ming and Tan Yuan: "Do as the Romans do."

As he spoke, he put on the mask on his own, and walked lightly into the crowd.

Tan Yuan was a little helpless: "Is Zhao Liu a little too playful, too casual?"

Xie Ming lowered his head and put on the mask, Wen Sheng glanced at him, and said calmly: "Hasn't he been acting recklessly like this all the time?"

Tan Yuan: "..."

Hearing your tone, why are you so proud?

The two followed Chu Zhaoliu, sandwiching him from left to right. As the crowd rushed to the tower, those who were crowded were pushed away by an invisible force before they approached them.

Chu Zhaoliu was dressed in a blue and white robe, waving his fan, and looked around with great interest, as if he had brought the two guards on an outing.

But in one night, the city was already decorated extremely festively, the streets and alleys were decorated with lights and festoons, many high platforms were set up for singing and dancing on the long street, and there was a group of people sitting on the tower not far away, probably the relatives of the Eastern Xia royal family.

Tan Yuan followed the flow of people, but her heart was in a trance. When she looked up inadvertently, her pupils suddenly shrank.

The person who hid in the black mist last night appeared again!

The man sat on the top of the tower, looking at the bustling crowd below, even if he couldn't see his face clearly, he could still feel his cold gaze, as if everything was just ants.

Tan Yuan suddenly felt a little dizzy, her breathing became heavy, and the internal injuries she had suffered before were bursting with pain, and her heart felt like a drum beating for a while.

"Stop him quickly," Tan Yuan pressed her aching temple, her voice was weak, "If you don't stop him..."

His voice came to an abrupt end.

It's on fire.

The fire that spread from nowhere instantly engulfed this gorgeous capital. The fire and thick smoke billowed. The figure of the man flashed and appeared next to the royal family and nobles on the tower, and he pushed it casually.

Several people immediately fell down the tower.

The crowd fled in a hurry, trampling the fallen people terribly, and the surroundings instantly became chaotic, screaming together.

This is a reenactment of the day when the Eastern Xia capital was massacred and burned.

Chose to do this on the day of the celebration, the hatred is evident.

Chu Zhaoliu's smile faded: "Sect Master Xie, is it time to make a move?"

Xie Ming's fingertips moved, and there was a momentary blankness on his face, but he was not noticed by the mask.

He slowly drew his sword without making a sound.

Chu Zhaoliu looked at him with some doubts: "Shall we wait and see what happens?"

At this moment, the people on the tower made movement again.

He cut a boy into a human stick.

Tan Yuan survived the bursts of severe pain, seeing such a tragic situation, her eyes turned red: "Poor monk, go and stop him!"

Without waiting for Chu Zhaoliu to speak, he flew up, his magic staff was shining golden, without leaving any room, he fought with that person.

Seeing him coming up, the man laughed loudly: "Tan Yuan, you are so ridiculous, you actually came to stop me!"

Tan Yuan said coldly: "Even if it is a virtual image, the poor monk will not tolerate such things happening again."

"Virtual image?" The other party's voice was treacherous, "Is it really a virtual image? Think about it again?"

Tan Yuan didn't say a word, she twirled her fingers to make a seal, and every step of the way a lotus was born. The seemingly light blow was extremely heavy, awe-inspiring but inviolable.

The figures of the two, one black and one golden, were intertwined and chaotic, and the sound of weapons clashing resounded, and they began to fight on the tower.

If the fire is allowed to continue to spread and follow the scene of the day when the Dongxia Kingdom was destroyed, the illusion will probably swallow everything in it.

Chu Zhaoliu saw that Tan Yuan was fine, and was about to move when his feet suddenly sank.

A little boy with braids on his head held a candied haws in one hand and fell in front of him. He raised his head in a daze, with tears in his eyes, and his mouth was pitifully flattened: "Big brother, I can't find Daddy!" gone."

Chu Zhaoliu lowered his eyes, his eyes were like water, and he smiled gently: "Do you want me to help you find your father?"

The little boy tugged at the corner of his clothes, and nodded.

Chu Zhaolu sighed: "That's really a coincidence, I am your father, you unfilial son."

As soon as the words fell, the little boy's eyes sharpened, and the candied haws in his hand had turned into a poisoned dagger.

Before Chu Zhaoliu chopped off the dagger with his hands, Xie Ming reacted faster than him, stretched out his hand to hook his waist, brought it to him, and at the same time raised his foot and kicked it mercilessly!

The little boy let out a scream, and was immediately sent flying three feet away.

Chu Zhaoliu was dumbfounded: "Sect Master Xie, you are too cruel and ruthless!"

"..." Xie Ming frowned slightly, "Which side are you from?"

Chu Zhaoliu: "I'm shocked, you can kick such a cute face, it's really scary."

Xie Ming sneered: "Elder Chu is self-effacing, not as cute as you."

When he came back to his senses, Chu Zhaoliu realized that Xie Ming's hand was resting on his waist, rubbing against him nonchalantly, and suddenly he was shocked, and subconsciously shrank back: "Itchy."

Xie Ming let go of the hand on his waist.

It is said that Shen Lang has a thin waist.

There was still a bit of body temperature left on the fingertips, and the lines traced by inadvertent touches seemed to be imprinted on the fingertips. Xie Ming curled up his fingertips and looked around calmly.

I don't know when, those people who were running around and wearing masks all surrounded them. Some masks were crying, some were laughing, hideous ghost faces, kind Buddha faces, and so on. The fire was burning, but there were no masks. make them retreat.

Chu Zhaoliu didn't care much.

With just these things, Xie Ming didn't even need to pull out Minghong, just a little bit of sword energy could kill them all.

However, Xie Ming was uncharacteristically, standing sideways half a step in front of him, raised Ming Hong sideways.

Chu Zhaoliu was startled, his heart skipped a beat, and he sensed something was wrong: "Xie San?"

The figures in front of me suddenly parted ways, and the little boy who was lying motionless on the ground slowly got up, his body twitched against the wind, and his appearance changed in the blink of an eye. ?”

It turned out to be the clerk in the inn in the small town where the two of them took a rest after they left Yutou Mountain!

Chu Zhaoliu's face gradually turned cold.

The "man" smiled and said: "It's a pity that you have too many problems, you don't eat this or that, otherwise I don't have to wait until now after you have eaten that table."

Chu Zhaoliu tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his body.

Sure enough, the spiritual power was sluggish and unable to be mobilized.

... Huo Yao really understands his temperament, knows that he walks in the world, and likes to taste some special delicacies.

"Before solving you, let's see the good show first," Huo Yaojiao smiled, with malicious interest in his eyes, "It's time to reveal the answer."

Above the city tower, Tan Yuan fought hundreds of moves with the people in the black mist, the more they fought, the more turbulent the waves became.

This person is very familiar with his moves.

It was just such a moment of loss of consciousness, the people in the black mist turned and fled, jumped to the side of a man who was about to flee, held his head with one hand, and raised it towards Tan Yuan: "It's time to wake up, idiot!" .”

With a bang, the blood mist flew up.

Tan Yuan couldn't bear to watch, her heart was beating rapidly, her hands trembled violently, and she asked in a hissed voice, "Who are you...?"

"Haven't you remembered?"

The black mist gradually dissipated, and what was revealed in front of Tan Yuan was a face exactly like his.

The only difference is that the smile on that face is wanton and rampant.

"I am you, and you are me." He tilted his head and smiled, "We are Yin Heguang."

The author has something to say:

Zhaozhao is somewhat socially aggressive