Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

"Buddha cultivator?" Zhong Ying asked, probably due to the sweet taste of candied haws remaining on the tip of his tongue, his voice was a little soft, "Are you a Mahayana Buddhist cultivator?"

Mahayana Buddhism is not far from Zhongzhou, so it is very reasonable for Wen Tiangong to invite those bald donkeys in the name of the hairpin flower meeting.

"No." The little monk shook his head, pursed his lips and smiled, a little shy and a little lovable: "The poor monk has practiced Buddhism for a few years, and he can barely be considered a Buddhist practitioner." Then he asked, "Benefactor, do you do fortune-telling? One piece of spirit stone and one hexagram, it’s a good deal.”

Zhong Ying couldn't help but frown.

He doesn't like Buddhist cultivators, and when he meets Daoist cultivators, he can fight to the death, and fight to the death.When encountering Buddha Xiu, every time he feels like he has nowhere to use his strength and is stuck in the mud.

And this little monk is not really a little monk, but just an old monster pretending to be tender. If Zhong Ying read correctly, this little monk has a mellow aura, and his cultivation level is even higher than Pei Wenliu's today.

"Don't pull me!" Zhong Ying flicked his sleeves, "Dirty!"

The little monk also understood that his behavior was not very polite, so he quickly let go and apologized, and was about to spread his hands to show Zhong Ying his clean palms, when he found that there was no one in front of him. I left without returning.

"Little benefactor!" The little monk was dumbfounded.

Zhong Ying walked side by side with Jun Buyi, and continued to beg Huaji with Jun Buyi.

Jun Buyi was afraid that Zhong Ying would get oil on his hands again, so he carefully opened the lotus leaf bag before handing it to Zhong Ying, and told: "Eat slowly, no one will snatch it from you."

In front of the crispy roast chicken, Zhong Ying's temper was a little bit better than usual, but he just hummed twice and didn't refute.

Zhong Ying tore off the tender and smooth chicken from the chicken leg, chewed slowly, and completely ignored the little monk's call.

Jun Buyi heard it, and after turning around to show a little apology, he continued to help Zhong Ying hold the beggar chicken.

When the two passed by a willow tree, the little monk's voice came again: "Little benefactor, you have a pair of excellent eyes, but the peach blossoms are evil, so don't be romantic, otherwise..."

Zhong Ying paused, looked back, and asked vaguely: "Otherwise what?"

The little monk still stood at the original position without moving a step, as if the crowd were just shadows and he was the only one who was real.When Zhong Ying turned his head, he clasped his hands together with a pious look, then blinked at Zhong Ying, and said in a low voice, "Otherwise, it's easy to attract tigresses and piranhas..."

After saying this sentence, the little monk realized that he had committed an oral karma and read a few words silently.

Zhong Ying froze in place, feeling that the beggar chicken in his mouth suddenly lost its taste, like chewing a candle, and he no longer had any appetite.

Zhong Ying is always envious of Lord Lianzhong being accompanied by a beautiful woman, admired by fairies, and alone.In fact, Zhong Ying's previous life was not without a peach blossom, it was just a bloody flower growing on the corpse in the cemetery.

The little monk's words instantly reminded Zhong Ying of that witch and the past.

A room so dark that there is no light, a hard iron cage, heavy chains on the wrists, and people who look down on him and treat him as a plaything.

Those fingers painted with black Danko, with a temperature as cold as bones, slid across his arms, chest, and cheeks, followed by a pair of greedy and charming eyes...

She licked her delicate lips and said, "Can't you be a little better? As long as you submit to me, I will give you rights and freedom."

"Be my man, won't you?"

What the hell? !

Also worthy of making him submit? !

Zhong used his last strength to shake off the woman, but he was imprisoned for a whole year.

When Zhong Ying first entered the Demon Realm, most of the humiliation and torture were brought to him by that person. From then on, Zhong Ying kept a respectful distance from all witches, and wholeheartedly wanted to marry a noble fairy from the cultivation world.

Feeling sick in his chest, Zhong Ying swallowed the beggar chicken in his mouth, and walked towards the little monk, his peach eyes were like ice-breaking blades, scraping the little monk inch by inch, and asked, "Foretelling, a spirit stone? "

Divination has always been hard to find, if a piece of Lingshi and a hexagram, Zhong Ying will make a lot of money.

"Monks don't lie."

"How do you calculate?" Zhong Ying threw out a low-grade spirit stone very happily, "Fortune-telling, fortune-telling, fortune-telling, fortune-telling, or fortune-telling by asking for a fortune?"

The little monk caught the Lingshi, his brows and eyes curved with a smile: "I finally have a place to stay tonight."

After hearing Zhong Ying's question, he said again: "The poor monk is better at fortune-telling."

Zhong Ying nodded.

The little monk stuffed the spirit stone into his arms, put away his smile, and looked at Zhong Ying solemnly, as if he really looked like an eminent monk who saw through the world of mortals.

Jun didn't realize that Zhong Ying's face was not right, so he followed him, the two fell behind, Mu Guixin looked back in doubt, and waved at the two, Jun didn't mean for them to go to play first, Mu Guixin thought that the two wanted to be alone, and showed With a look of understanding, he followed the brothers and sisters away.

After a while, the little monk rested his chin and said seriously: "The life of seven kills, the evil of extreme evil..."

"Speak human." Zhong Ying said coldly.

The little monk was very upright, touched his bald head and explained: "Little benefactor, you are destined to be rich and powerful, fierce and evil, and you are doomed to be widowed and lonely!"

"You just said that I committed a crime of love." Zhong Ying reminded.

"Being guilty of peach blossoms doesn't mean you can marry a wife?"

"Then what kind of marriage do you think I am?" Zhong Ying's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Although it is true that he did not marry a wife in his previous life, it is one thing not to be able to marry a wife, but another thing to be pointed out like this, Zhong Ying said that he was very upset.

"I..." The little monk frowned, staring at Zhong Ying as if looking at something novel, "Wait, no, no, I seem to have misread just now."

"No, it's still wrong, and it's not that I misread it." The little monk was very entangled, "Your fate was suddenly broken, as if it was impacted by some external force and changed forcibly."

"You mean to change your fate against the sky?" Zhong Ying raised his eyebrows, with an expression of disbelief, as if to say again: Make it up, let's see you continue making it up!

"It doesn't seem to be. It's blurry. I can't see anything clearly." The little monk smiled awkwardly.

Zhong Ying didn't have time to waste time with him, so he pulled up Jun Buyi's sleeve, turned around and left.

After walking two steps, I heard the little monk's apologetic voice: "Wait, little benefactor, I can't ask you for a piece of Lingshi for nothing."

Zhong Ying didn't turn his head back: "Then you pay me back, or it's a fart."

The little monk suddenly had a hard face, and it was still impossible to return it. If he returned the spirit stone, he would have no place to live at night. The little monk saw Jun Buyi beside Zhong Ying, and his eyes lit up: "How about I Do a fortune telling for the benefactors around you?"

Zhong Ying: "..."

Reminiscing about her previous life, Zhong Ying was very sure that, unexpectedly, she also cared for her lonely life.

Zhong Ying, based on the principle that he can't suffer alone, but should support someone no matter what, pulled Jun Buyi and turned back to the little monk, pointing to Jun Buyi with interest: "Okay, you give him a hand." Do the math."

Unexpectedly: "..."

The little monk raised his head, and the first time he saw Jun Buyi's face, he was amazed: "The master Ziwei, little benefactor, you have the emperor's order."

"Nonsense." Zhong Ying rolled his eyes.

The Crown Prince of Chongming Kingdom, the heir appointed by Emperor Chongming, and the future Emperor Chongming, don't you think you can lose the emperor's order?

"It's the first time I've seen a monk entrusted with the emperor's order." The little monk said with great interest, "Little benefactor, were you the prince of some country in the world before you practiced Taoism? Or do you plan to go back to inherit the throne in the future?"

Jun Buyi paused for a moment, then nodded, as an answer to the little monk's last sentence.

"Those who are emperors are lonely, and most of them are those who are indifferent to kinship and love..." The little monk made a bitter face again, "Another person who has no marriage line, little benefactor, aren't you embarrassing the poor monk?"

Zhong Ying secretly said "Sure enough", and couldn't help secretly laughing.

Unexpectedly, Jun pursed his lips slightly.

The little monk clasped his hands together, bent down, and bowed: "You two benefactors, your fates are incompatible. It's best not to stay together all the time, or you will hurt one of them."

Unexpectedly, the eyelashes trembled.

Zhong Ying couldn't help smiling.

He is a person who does not believe in fate, even if others swear to him that you will suffer a loss if you do this, he often goes all the way to the dark.

But the memory of the previous life clearly told him that what the little monk said was right, he would become the Demon Lord, and Jun Buyi would become the No. 1 in the Immortal Way.

——This is the fate of the previous life.

Zhong Ying felt that the little monk was quite accurate, so he asked with a smile: "Little monk, what's your name?"

There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold and indifferent.

"Poor monk Fuchen." said the young monk Fuchen.

After answering Zhong Ying's question, Fuchen heard Junbuyi and asked again: "Does Master understand Taoism?"

Fuchen looked bewildered: "The poor monk doesn't know."

Jun Buyi's expression is calm, his eyes are like ice and snow, he seems to have no emotional fluctuations, and it seems that something is about to burst out: "There are three thousand ways, and the ways that my generation of monks practice are all different."

"For me, the Tao is under my feet and also in my heart." Jun Buyi said again, "Move according to your desires, follow your heart, I... am the Tao."

That is to say, he decides his own destiny, not destiny decides his life.He didn't believe a word of Fu Chen's calculated fate.

Fuchen was a little confused.

Zhong Ying showed surprise again.

It was the first time he heard Jun Buyi say such "extremely arrogant" words.

However, when he said this sentence, Jun Buyi looked calm and his eyes were bleak, as if it was just an ordinary sentence.

Although the street was bustling and bustling, the corner where the three of them were located seemed to be isolated from the world and completely silent.

After a while, Zhong Ying coughed lightly: "Shall we go somewhere else?"

Unexpectedly, Jun nodded.

And the little monk's eyes were always patrolling the faces of the two, trying to see the fate of the two from the chaos. Suddenly, he understood something like a revelation, and his face showed joy: "It turns out that this is the case." , So that's the case, I understand..."

Fuchen repeated it several times in a row and I understood, stopped in front of Zhong Ying and the two of them, and didn't allow them to leave.

Zhong Ying raised his eyebrows: "Are you crazy?"

"No, the poor monk is not crazy!" Fuchen said to Zhong Ying very sincerely, "Little benefactor, I finally see your marriage."

"what?"

Fuchen smiled and said: "Little benefactor, you have the life of a prosperous husband. You are born with the life of a phoenix, which is beyond words."

Zhong Ying: "..."

Unexpectedly: "..."

"What did you say?" Zhong Ying almost jumped up, almost rolled up his sleeves, and threw his fist on the little monk's face, "Wang Fu Ming...Feng Ming? Look at me carefully! Damn! I'm a man !"

Fuchen didn't expect Zhong Ying's reaction to be so strong, and he flinched: "Although it's a bit ridiculous, but the poor monk saw it right."

"Then look at him!" Zhong Ying pointed at Jun Buyi's face, "What's his fate?"

Fu Chen: "Uh...Feng Ming..."

Unexpectedly: "..."

Zhong Ying: "..."

After half a ring, Zhong Ying rolled to the ground laughing.