Something is wrong with Jian Zun

Yin and Guang.

This is the name given to his son by the emperor and empress of Xixue Kingdom after the natural vision.

Compared with their son's earth-shattering achievements, they would rather their son be in the same dust as the light, after all, wisdom will be hurt.

Yin Heguang was smart since he was a child. Although he was a prince, he was kind and peaceful. Later, Tao Rui, the general who galloped on the battlefield and killed countless enemies, was also a little beggar he picked up from the street.

At the age of 14, Master Fozong came to Xixue Country in person, took away Yin Heguang, broke three thousand hairs, and changed her name to Tanyuan.

From then on, cut off the ties of the world, concentrate on practicing, and don't care about world affairs.

The Buddhist sect has not had such a qualified successor for nearly a thousand years. Without a successor, it means the sect's inevitable decline, and everyone has extremely high expectations for him.

So the Xixue Kingdom was crushed by the iron cavalry of the Eastern Xia Kingdom, invaded the capital, massacred the city and set fire to it, it was specially suppressed, and Yin Heguang was not informed.

There is a clear boundary between monks and ordinary people, let alone Buddhism, which does not care about worldly affairs.

By the time Yin and Guang learned about it, the fire in the western capital had already been extinguished.

He rushed to Suyang in a hurry, only in time to rescue his childhood friend Tao Rui from a pursuing army.

When Tao Rui saw him, he immediately knelt down and broke down crying: "Your Highness, you are finally here. They slaughtered our subjects. Your Majesty and Your Majesty were..."

Yin Heguang turned pale, and returned to Tao Rui's other courtyard, listening to him silently about the cruel war.

Xixue and Dongxia have long-standing grievances, and they often fight. However, the national strength of Dongxia is not as strong as that of Xixue, and Dongxia often suffers tragic defeats.

This time the commander of the battle was a monk of unknown origin, who was regarded as the national teacher. Under his leadership, the Dongxia Kingdom was in full swing, and they fought all the way to the capital.

A large army is approaching the city, and the imperial city is guarded by a large formation. The envoy of the Eastern Xia Kingdom is persuasive: "As long as the city gate is opened and the surrender is voluntary, we will not kill or injure the common people."

Yin Heguang's father finally opened the gates of the city. Unexpectedly, the Dongxia Kingdom broke their promises and entered the city to start a brutal massacre. The last fire burned the imperial city to the ground.

Tao Rui knelt in front of Yin Heguang, buried his head in his knees, the pain and resentment made him tremble all over, and he almost uttered the words from between his teeth: "You must, must take revenge!"

Yin Heguang's eyes were a little more bewildered.

When he was still in the world, he was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and was cared for by countless people. After he was ordained and practiced, he was the future that the sect yearned for, and he was taught and cared for carefully.

He had never encountered such a thing before, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Tao Rui gradually became excited.

For a powerful monk, it couldn't be easier to crush the secular country.

But Yin Heguang refused after a long silence.

Tao Rui was splashed with cold water, and begged for a long time hissingly. Seeing that Yin Heguang was silent, he got up angrily and left. He called all the family members and servants, knelt down and begged Yin Heguang to help.

Master’s earnest teachings, parents’ kindness in upbringing, the heavy responsibility of the family and the country, the benevolent and grand scriptures... everything is torn apart, Yin Heguang closed his eyes, and said with difficulty: "Tao benefactor, the change of dynasty is like a river rushing. , irreversible change."

Tao Rui's eyes were red, and he kowtowed every sentence until he saw blood on the ground, but he still didn't get an answer.

He knelt and begged until dark, and finally sneered and stopped talking.

That night, Yin and Guang went out for a trip, and when they came back, the courtyard was already littered with dead bodies.

Tao Rui's sword was pulled out from the heart of the last lady, and lay bloody across his neck. After laughing maniacally, he asked sharply, "You can't even save us. What kind of Buddha are you cultivating? What kind of immortal! "

Yin Heguang buzzed in his mind, and flipped the sword flying across the air: "What are you doing!"

"Yin Heguang, you watched us die so many people, what are you doing now? Are you satisfied that we have fallen into this situation?"

"I……"

Yin Heguang was in a state of confusion, and his fingers holding the rosary suddenly trembled.

"You don't even want your country, your biological parents, bloody revenge, and compassion? Hypocritical villain!" Tao Rui picked up the blood sword again, and said coldly, "Even if I turn into a ghost, I will still be powerful." To kill all the people of the Eastern Xia Kingdom."

"Remember, we all died for your inaction."

In a flash of blood, Tao Rui fell to the ground with a thud, dying with resentment and resentment.

Yin Heguang stood stiffly in a pool of blood, his internal organs seemed to be tightly clenched, and he curled up in pain, struggling to breathe.

In a trance, he restrained the bones all over the ground, drew a formation, suppressed Tao Rui, and went to his homeland.

Countless unjust souls wandered in the charred black capital, and when they saw Yin and Guang, they surrounded him.

"His Royal Highness, you want to avenge us..."

"You're late, you're late!"

"Aren't you a god who flies into the sky and escapes from the ground? I want those Dongxia people to die!"

Yin and Guang searched around the city several times, but they couldn't find their parents.

Before they died, they were tortured in every possible way, and even the wronged souls were not able to be born, and their souls flew away.

Countless people pointed at him, and countless voices surrounded him, but Master's teachings kept ringing in his head, and the whole world seemed to be torn apart. He was the Buddha's son whom the Buddhist sect placed high hopes on, and he was also the prince of the worldly Xixue Kingdom. Asking him, asking him to do this, asking him to do that.

Yin Heguang was immersed in the boundless resentment, silently recited the mantra of rebirth, and at the price of his body, saved the resentful spirits in the city who did not want to leave, and sent them to reincarnation.

The golden light is shining, and the sound of Buddha music, for a whole hundred days.

After being exhausted, he passed out in the scorched earth of his homeland.

When he woke up, he was sitting in another burning city, with corpses all over the ground, and his snow-white robe was soaked with blood.

what did I do?

Yin Heguang's mind was empty, looking at the blood on his palm, he fought uncontrollably.

The master he admired put his hands behind his back, sighed deeply, turned around and pointed at his forehead.

"You can't forget the fate of the world, and you made a big mistake. For the sake of your natural Buddha bone, you are punished by your master and banned from Mount Youtan, and you will never go down the mountain again."

"These secular memories, let's seal them."

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

The sealed memory came back little by little, Tan Yuan's face was white, the staff in her hand fell to the ground with a slam, and she pressed her forehead, groaning in pain.

Could it be that all the innocent souls in this city... were created by him alone?

He is not a living Buddha who saves the common people, but an executioner with blood on his hands.

In the illusion, the strong emotional memory will be sucked by the demon. She accepted this memory with a smile, and showed it to Chu Zhaoliu and Xie Ming with satisfaction, licking the corners of her lips, as if she had enjoyed something delicious: "You guys Humans are so weak and incompetent."

Xie Ming had already made a prediction, and his expression didn't fluctuate.

The illusion will visualize the inner demon. During the second fight, he realized that the weapon used by the person hiding in the black mist was neither a spear nor a halberd, but a staff.

Chu Zhaoliu felt extremely complicated in his heart when he saw the sound, he raised his eyelids when he heard the sound, and said calmly: "The incompetent Your Excellency, who was beheaded and killed back then?"

Huo Yao didn't get angry, and said leisurely: "You can't use your spiritual power now, I'm the knife and you are the fish, no matter how powerful your mouth is, what's the use of it."

As she said that, she looked at Xie Ming with a smile on her face, with an ordinary and honest man's face, but her voice was extremely charming, with a sense of disharmony: "Xie Ming, if you are willing to honestly let my sister sleep, Warm the quilt well, it's not that my sister can't let you go."

Chu Zhaoliu choked coldly, looked at her in awe, and silently looked at Xie Ming whose face was as cold as ice.

Your old taste is quite unique.

His gaze squinted, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the top of the tower.

Tan Yuan was still in a daze, and didn't even notice that the person who was exactly like him was approaching him with a staff.

Chu Zhaoliu suddenly realized.

Even Xie Ming, who has lost his spiritual power, should not be underestimated. According to the usual cautiousness of Hu Yao, how dare he face Xie Ming head-on.

The Huyao can transform into anything in the illusion, the lower one is the clone, and the one above is the main body!

She wanted to kill Tan Yuan!

"Thank you three!"

There was no need for Chu Zhaoliu to say much this time, Xie Ming held the sword upside down, took a step forward, looked at the densely packed figures surrounding him, and said calmly: "Go."

Chu Zhaoliu turned over his sword in his hand, stuck two light body talismans under his feet, and jumped up lightly.

With a sound of "clang", at the very moment, Chu Zhaoliu blocked Hu Yao's blow with a sword block, but the strength of his seemingly thin wrist was as heavy as a thousand jun. Even though he had no spiritual power, the power contained in this sword was still astonishing.

Huoyao showed the appearance of a mature woman, and said softly: "You were attacked outside the city, and you saw the picture just now, how dare you leave your back to him?"

"It was you who attacked me outside the city, not Tan Yuan," Chu Zhaoliu tilted his head with a smile, "I'm a person who holds grudges more."

Huo Yao's eyes were piercing, staring straight at the peachy face in front of him: "100 years ago, the deity dragged Xie Ming into the illusion, and when you were about to succeed, it was also a good thing that you destroyed the deity."

"That's really unfortunate," Chu Zhaoliu restrained himself, "Today I'm going to ruin your second good deed."

Just as the words fell, the sound of sword clashing sounded again.

Chu Zhaoliu was able to defuse the dozens of moves in the first fight, but his spiritual power could not flow, and it was too difficult to fight the demon head-on with skills alone.

While backing away, he laid down the talisman array calmly, barely halfway through, when a strong wind suddenly hit behind him.

No matter how fast Chu Zhaoliu dodged, he couldn't completely dodge the sword, his shoulder was pierced, and the blood color gradually soaked through the Tsing Yi.

Huoyao appeared behind him and sneered: "Did you forget that this illusion is the territory of the deity, and all the rules are based on the deity's mind."

Chu Zhaoliu raised his eyebrows: "Really, you are so powerful, why are you still hiding around like a mouse?"

Huo Yao's complexion darkened: "When I get the Buddha bone, even Xie Ming will have no mercy, you... ah!"

A splash of hot blood suddenly came to his face, Chu Zhao lingered back a few steps to avoid it, and raised his head in astonishment.

Tan Yuan, who had been dazed and unresponsive, appeared behind Huoyao at some point.

He pressed Hu Yao's shoulder, and tore off the hand holding the sword!

Although she still had that face, Tan Yuan now had a gloomy and evil spirit clearly shrouded in her body.

The blood splashed all over her face, but Tan Yuan smiled.

How could this look like an incomparably holy Buddhist disciple of the Buddhist sect, but he was clearly a bloody monk who was so wicked and evil!

Chu Zhaoliu's heart sank, and he called tentatively, "Tan Yuan?"

Tan Yuan looked at him, smiled unhurriedly and said: "That hypocritical and cowardly waste has been suppressed by me and fell into a deep sleep."

Before Chu Zhaoliu could react, Tan Yuan pulled out her right hand violently forward, blood dripped out along the palm that had pierced the demon's chest, and slowly completed the last sentence: "I It's Yin Heguang."

Huo Yao snorted and turned into a dark light, intending to escape.

Yin Heguang shook off the blood on his hands, with a trace of cold killing intent in his eyes, and immediately chased after him.

The city tower under his feet trembled suddenly, and the sky in the distance was collapsing piece by piece.

The Light Body Talisman under Chu Zhaoliu's feet had long since lost its effectiveness and turned into flying ash. The moment the tower collapsed, he also fell down.

Feeling the weightlessness, Chu Zhaoliu calmly took out two more talisman papers, and before he could stick them on, he saw a person flying up in front of him.

Immediately, she fell into a firm and cool embrace.

The movements of his hands stopped, and he was slightly taken aback: "...Xie Ming?"

Xie Ming gave a flat "hmm", put one hand on his waist, bent his knees with the other, hugged him in his arms, and fell lightly to the ground.

The avatar of Huoyao who turned into an inn boy was nailed to the pillar with a sword, and stared at the two of them.

The tip of the nose was filled with a rich and cold fragrance, and the black hair hanging down his face was as cool as silk, Chu Zhaoliu tilted his head, a little uncomfortable: "Put me down."

There were corpses piled up all over the ground, and a river of blood meandered. Xie Ming didn't respond, but looked up at the sky that was gradually collapsing.

Huo Yao was seriously injured, and the illusion was collapsing.

The person in his arms is light and fluffy, as thin as a piece of paper.

100 years ago, Xie Ming faced the three demon kings alone. Although the later history books described him as brave and invincible, he was the demon king who could only be seriously injured by the joint efforts of several major families and sects.

After killing the two demon kings, he was actually seriously injured and was on the verge of his limit.

The bewitching monster hidden in the dark waited for an opportunity and pulled him into the illusion.

It was a very sweet dream.

Xie Ming lost the memories of this world, and returned to the days when he was a teenager, before the Luming Sect was robbed.

Perhaps it was because of the severe injury that he was immersed in that dream almost instantly, and even if he vaguely sensed something was wrong, he let it go.

Just fall asleep in such a beautiful dream...

A voice said so to him.

In that dreamland, the teenage Xie Ming met a stranger with wonderful features.

The man sat on the peach blossom tree, waving his fan, and looked around with great interest. His expression was a bit complicated, like pity, but also gentle, mixed in a laughing sigh: "Xie Ming, I'll take you back."

"By the way, I will take you to kill someone."

"I always thought that the person who pulled me out of the illusion 100 years ago was just a phantom." Xie Ming was silent for a moment, "So it wasn't."

Chu Zhaoliu blinked, and a smile appeared on his pale face: "You can also just treat it as a phantom."

The ground under his feet was also trembling and collapsing, but Xie Ming was still walking on the ground, holding Chu Zhaoliu firmly in his arms. Hearing the sound, he lowered his eyelashes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and repeated playfully: "Just treat it as a phantom. ?”

It can't be done.

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