An Hui stayed in this old mansion for a long time, a day and a night.

She seemed to be about to confide in all the words she hadn't said to her father for sixteen years, and when An Hui came out of the main mansion, the whole person was almost weak and collapsed.

Mu Yang had already expected An Hui to help her up, even if an ordinary person didn't eat or drink for a day and a night, it would become a little uncomfortable, not to mention that An Hui had already reached the edge of emaciation.

While helping An Hui up, Mu Yang crossed into the chaotic spiritual power to help An Hui recover her body.

An Guotian also stood up suddenly, he looked at An Hui, whose face was pale without a trace of blood, and muttered: "It's really like Zaiqian!"

On An Hui's body, there are too many shadows of An Zaiqian and Zang Qingyan sixteen years ago, making this old man seem to have returned to sixteen years ago.

When he saw An Hui at this moment, An Guotian seemed to feel even more guilty.

He hurt An Zaiqian and Zang Qingyan to such an extent, so what about An Hui?

The old man wanted to get closer, but he didn't dare to get closer, so he stood stunned and didn't even say a word.

Mu Yang still spoke, "You can let people prepare some food!"

A word woke up the person in the mirror, An Guotian nodded hurriedly and informed the people of the An family.

Mu Yang shook his head and sighed, although the power of chaos could help An Hui recover the essence in her body, eating something would obviously be better for An Hui.

This blow was too big for An Hui, and Mu Yang was a little worried.

After eating some food, An Hui's spirit improved significantly, although there was still no joy or sadness on that face. An Guotian never spoke to An Hui from beginning to end, just quietly looked at his granddaughter, who was more than seventeen years old and had only seen him for the second time.

"Let's go!"

An Hui looked up at Mu Yang, and after the worship, her mood seemed to improve.

Mu Yang nodded lightly, and his afterglow swept over An Guotian, who was cleaning up An Hui's dishes and chopsticks, and shook his head secretly.

An Hui didn't speak to the old man, and the old man didn't speak either.

is obviously an ancestor and grandson, but he can only be like a passer-by in a hurry.

In fact, Mu Yang understood that An Hui knew the identity of this old man, and perhaps, she just couldn't forgive it yet.

After leaving the old house, Muyang looked for a five-star hotel to live in.

He asked An Hui to take a shower, and then went outside to buy a white dress himself.

I have to say that Muyang's care is absolutely meticulous.

Although An Hui didn't say it, there was still a trace of gratitude in her eyes.

When the two of them boarded the plane leaving Yuhang City, Mu Yang said softly, "What are your plans in the future?"

Originally, An Hui planned to go to school in Shanhai City, but now ...... Mu Yang sighed in his heart.

"I will go back to Putuo Temple!" An Hui said softly: "Master, after the Great Heavenly Venerable and all the senior brothers sit down, Putuo Temple cannot be left unattended, it must be passed on!"

Mu Yang nodded, "It's okay!"

He didn't speak again until the two of them appeared in Shanhai City and stepped on the way to Putuo Temple.

An Hui is in front, Mu Yang is behind, walking step by step.

Suddenly, coldness flashed in Mu Yang's eyes.

"Get out!"

The Taichu Sword has been suspended beside Mu Yang for some time, and in Mu Yang's loud shout, the Taichu Sword turned into a cold mang and shuttled among the mountains, and from time to time there were screams.

When the primordial sword returned, it was already stained with wisps of blood.

"The place where Buddhism cultivates cannot allow blood to stain the pure land, I will not kill you for the time being, if you step into this place for a hundred miles, there will be no forgiveness for killing!"

There was no one in Mu Yang's eyes, but his voice resounded through the mountains and forests.

Subsequently, many figures with heavy injuries and fled in confusion appeared at the bottom of the mountain.

"An Hui, I will engrave Buddhist scriptures on this Hong Zhong, if you have all the enlightenment, you will definitely be able to go straight to the realm of the Great Grandmaster!" Mu Yang opened his mouth gently, and with a sharp cut of the Taichu Sword in his hand, the already somewhat bright Hong Zhong turned into a very meaningful ornament.

This is what he promised An Hui, and he will naturally do it.

An Hui nodded, without thanks, all gratitude in her heart.

However, Mu Yang didn't do it immediately, but looked at An Hui and said solemnly: "You also have to promise me that if you don't become a great grandmaster, you can't go overseas!"

An Hui was stunned and said with a smile: "Am I the kind of person who will send you to death?"

"The Buddha has a saying, first cross yourself, then you can cross the world!"

Mu Yang looked at An Hui lightly, until An Hui lowered her head.

"Hmm!"

She made a promise, and Mu Yang sighed lightly, holding the Taichu Sword and looking at the huge Hong Zhong in front of her.

Mu Yang stepped on his feet, like a wild goose in the air, the Taichu sword in his hand moved with his thoughts, and the tip of the sword was like a pen, leaving scriptures on the stone wall.

As the copper chips fell, the lines forced away like dragons, but the scriptures full of mysterious aura appeared on the Hongzhong.

The dragon flying and the phoenix danced, and the vast and glorious 10,000-character scriptures were all engraved on this Hong Zhong in just ten minutes under Mu Yang's hands.

When Mu Yang fell, he said slowly: "This scripture is called Taoism, and it was once left by a Buddha sanctuary, but this 10,000-word scripture is only less than one ten-thousandth of it. ”

The supreme scriptures of the Pure Buddha Temple in the Three Thousand Pure Lands of the Immortal Realm are the preludes of the 'Supreme Dharma', although the name of this scripture is very strange, in fact, the entire Dharma is full of 137,999 words, which is one of the supreme scriptures in the Pure Buddha Temple and even the entire Immortal World.

This scripture is also a Buddha and demon scriptures, Buddha and demons are in a thought, incarnate as a Buddha, can help all beings in the world, a thought like a demon, can turn thousands of miles of pure land like a demon.

It is also good and evil, only in a thought.

Even if it is the three thousand scriptures of Taoism in the previous chapter, it is absolutely obscure, and if there is no clear mind, it will be difficult for ordinary people to understand it even from birth to old age.

However, the biggest reason why Mu Yang left this volume of scriptures is that this Daohua Three Thousand Sutras is very suitable for An Hui.

The creator of this scripture was also a mortal who entered the fairy world, and became a Buddha saint in the three thousand pure lands of the fairy world.

An Hui's expression was shocked, she didn't understand how precious this Buddhist scripture was, and she was already reading this scripture when Muyang was engraved, with her study of Buddhist scriptures since she was a child, the Buddha's heart specializing in Buddhism couldn't understand the slightest, she only felt obscure, there were too many places to understand in this volume of scriptures, and even reached the realm where every text was an artistic conception.

But how much more can such a passage be less than one-ten-thousandth of the entire book?

If this scripture is really as amazing as Mu Yang said, where did Mu Yang get it?

She looked at Mu Yang, and finally took a deep breath and suppressed the doubts in her heart.

"I'm leaving, and in addition, I feel that there seems to be a spiritual object in this temple, although it has not yet come out, but I know its existence, this Dacheng Dharma, although it may not be able to understand, but it is also of great benefit to it. ”

Mu Yang smiled and turned to leave.

An Hui was about to open her mouth, but Mu Yang smiled and waved his hand with his back to An Hui.

"An Hui, needless to say, we're friends, aren't we?"

An Hui looked at Mu Yang's disappearing back with a dark look in her eyes, and her eyes were red.

"Thank you, Muyang!"