High Ridge Flower Rescue Project

Everyone soon saw Wang Yuanwai.

He seemed to be sicker than before, the hands under the brocade sleeve robe kept shaking, and the clothes that originally fitted him were now empty, as if he was thin and only had a skeleton left.

Seeing Xuandu and Qi Yumen come in, Wang Yuanwai's already ashen eyes suddenly burst into a bit of light, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something.

It's just that this look dimmed quickly again, he nodded stiffly to Xuandu and Qi Yumen, and then sat on the chair without moving.

Others didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with Wang Yuanwai's approach, and the steward came up to serve tea.

The two cups of tea were placed in front of Xuandu and Qi Yumen respectively, and the steward's smiling face was in front of them, "You two, please use it slowly."

Neither Xuandu nor Qi Yumen touched the cup of tea.

Wang Yuan showed an ugly smile, "Why don't you two use tea?"

Xuandu didn't speak, but Qi Yumen couldn't help touching the goose bumps on his arm, and whispered: "Xuandu, what should we do next? Why do I feel so creepy?"

After coming in, Xi Hua's gaze turned around and landed on Wang Yuanwai, who gave a strange snort.

"There is actually one who has not turned into a puppet..."

After hearing Xi Hua's words, Xuandu also looked towards Wang Yuanwai who was sitting on the main seat.

Although Qi Yumen didn't know why Xuandu kept staring at Wang Yuanwai, he followed him.

So the eyes of the three of them all fell on Wang Yuanwai.

Wang Yuanwai still had a sliver of sanity to feel the situation, and he was so excited that he was about to shed old tears on the spot.

It's just that his eyes were dry at this time, and he couldn't cry, so he had to blink his eyelids a few times, turning a pair of godless beads, trying to convey a message for help to a few people.

The situation in the hall suddenly became very, weird.

......

Xuan Ci has been trapped here for more than three days.

The evil spirits here are really weird, Xuan Ci has never encountered such a situation in the past few decades.

After he realized something was wrong that day, he wanted to leave secretly and pass the news back to the temple.

It's just that when he opened the door of his room, he suddenly discovered that a thick layer of fog had already formed outside.

In this thick fog, Xuan Ci saw many things.

He seemed to be back in his youth.

At that time, he was still the most outstanding disciple of Tanshan Temple's generation, and he was also the most likely candidate to inherit the abbot's mantle.

Until later Xuandu was accepted as a disciple by the abbot.

Everyone in the temple said that Xuandu was the reincarnation of the Buddha, a born Buddhist.

And Xuandu did not live up to such a reputation. From childhood to adulthood, he has always been the most outstanding one among his disciples, no matter in terms of Dharma cultivation or other things.

The method of cultivation that others need to work hard to grasp has become as simple as eating and drinking with Xuandu.

Not without jealousy.

But later not only their disciples, but also the elders in the temple had nothing to teach Xuandu.

The gap is too wide, and people can't afford to catch up.

When Xuandu was a little older, he was able to go down the mountain alone to eliminate demons.

Xuanci sometimes looks at Xuandu, and inevitably thinks that all living beings are not equal.

You see, God seems to have a special preference for Xuandu, not only gave him such a high talent, but also gave him such a good appearance.

Xuandu seems to be perfect in everything.

He seemed to be the reincarnated Buddha that everyone said.

Monks cannot have the emotion of jealousy.

Xuan Ci has always controlled it very well.

He buried all these thoughts deeply in his heart and never told anyone.

Even if he told himself that he must get along well with Xuandu, Xuanci still couldn't face Xuanci with the same mentality as he faced other disciples.

Xuandu's eyes are too transparent, all the filth seems invisible under those eyes.

It seems that it will reveal all the embarrassment deep in my heart.

Therefore Xuanci tried to avoid meeting with Xuandu alone.

He also often goes down the mountain to eliminate demons.

But later, after he reported the name of Tanshan Temple, he would often say, "I know this, Master Xuandu is a disciple of Tanshan Temple!"

Some people would ask what is the relationship between him and Xuandu, and do they know Xuandu.

Some even asked him to bring something to Xuandu...

This almost overturned Xuandu's worldview for decades.

He never knew that a person could be so popular?

Xuanci knew that Xuandu was not the kind of person who was very enthusiastic and approachable.

Xuandu's temperament is nicely said to be desireless, indifferent and leisurely, but in fact it is indifference-the indifference that doesn't care about anything, all the compassion and softness that I see is just a disguise from the years of listening and seeing in the temple illusion.

It was hard for Xuanci to imagine what Xuandu would have looked like if he had not been brought back to this Tanshan Temple by the abbot, but had gone to some other place.

But when he arrived at Tanshan Temple, he even had the name of Buddha's son.

It can only be said that everything is caused by cause and effect.

Xuanci didn't know whether it was helplessness or melancholy sighing.

The foreground in front of my eyes changed, and it turned into another scene in an instant.

It's Xuandu again.

It's just that Xuandu seems to be a little different this time.

Xuanci looked at that figure and frowned.

He hardly saw any emotional fluctuations in his junior brother, but at this moment Xuandu seemed to have withdrawn from the state of the ancient well, with a smile on his face, and there was a kind of expression on his face that Xuanci felt A little frightened and affectionate—like a Buddha who does not stick to sex, he suddenly fell into the world of mortals.

Xuanci thought, who is it?

Who made Xuandu show such an expression?

Xuan Du him, how could it be possible to arouse all desires?

Even though he didn't want to admit it anymore, Xuanci still wanted to say that Xuandu was indeed the one who most resembled a Buddha among the many people he had met over the years.

Perhaps, it is not necessarily true that the Buddha was reincarnated.

How could such a person be tempted?

that is...

Xuanci himself didn't realize that he was actually defending Xuandu's madness at this moment.

He walked towards Xuandu, eager to ask him.

It's just that the scene in front of me at this time seems to be a bit too much, Xuandu actually started to hold someone's hand.

This is really, how unreasonable!

Xuanci exploded at that moment, and went up with his Zen staff in hand, "Xuandu!"

Xuandu turned a deaf ear, still looked at the person shaking hands tenderly, and whispered something.

Such a scene fell into Xuanci's eyes, causing Xuanci to have a series of extremely complicated emotions such as anger, surprise, and secret joy.

Xuanci was even thinking, so Xuandu is not a disciple of Buddha who has no desires and desires after all, but is he just an ordinary mortal?

Xuanci raised his Zen staff and roared angrily: "Xuandu, do you know what you are doing?!"

As they got closer, Xuanci could see more clearly, Xuandu was indeed holding a person's hand tightly, fingers intertwined, such an intimate gesture could not be denied even if one wanted to.

Xuanci actually felt a little relieved in his heart.

He wanted to see who could be hooked. Xuandu moved his mind, but when he looked up, there was a vague figure, which he couldn't distinguish.

Under normal circumstances, Xuanci had already sensed that something was wrong.But at this moment, he didn't notice any abnormality at all.

The surrounding white mist seemed to be getting thicker and thicker.

And outside the white mist, there was a faintly familiar voice.

It is Xuandu.