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Zhen Zidemon smiled a little proudly and said, "This is your past and present life!"

Yan Qingrui's heart flashed with waves, but her face remained silent: "Demon God, what do you mean by this?"

Zhen Zidemon smiled deeply, stretched out a finger to his mouth, and sighed lightly, "The secret of heaven must not be revealed!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

Seeing her depressed expression, Zhen Zidemon smiled: "I'll give you two more sentences: when the fake is true, the truth is also false, and the truth and the false are not clear." ”

Yan Qingrui's eyes changed slightly, she is Yan Qingrui, and she is not Yan Qingrui, so when this sentence is true, it is also false, referring to her identity?

Those two glasses of wine, the first glass was light and mellow, although delicious, but it dissipated in a moment, just like the original body, it was not noticeable when it existed, and no one knew when the fragrance disappeared?

And then the next glass of wine, spicy and bitter, is her character, fragrant and sweet, is this her future life?

Now, although she is also at ease, she is not fragrant and luscious.

Zhen Zidemon poured himself wine again, but the small wine jar could only be filled with half a catty, and if he poured it at the moment, he couldn't pour it. He looked at the empty wine glass with some regret, and said: "You don't need to see the Xuyun monk, these days the Xuyun monk has not seen outsiders, ten days later, the Bodhi Temple will open the altar to preach the Dharma, he will send a hexagram and four signatures, and those who are destined will get it." If you have any doubts, wouldn't it be better to go and see him again when the time comes, and ask for a sign and a hexagram by the way?"

Don't see any outsiders? Then she asked the little monk to invite her again and again, and gave her a prescription for hiding her head poems?

How could Yan Qingrui believe him, he said: "Demon God, it's up to me to decide whether to see him or not, you just tell me which meditation room he lives in!"

Zhen Zidemon smiled and stretched out his hand to the south, and said, "Go ten zhang, turn the corridor, go straight, turn right, and the last meditation room is." However, when you have a fate, you must see it eventually, and it is difficult to force it when you don't have a chance. If you go, you will go in vain!"

Yan Qingrui didn't believe in his gods, if it weren't for his witty speech, as if there was something in his words, she wouldn't have been delayed by him for so long.

Yan Qingrui immediately went in the direction he pointed, and when he met a monk casually, he had something to say, and he meant something, I don't know what kind of person the Void Cloud Zen Master is!

Zhen Zidemon saw that she didn't listen to persuasion, but still insisted on going, couldn't help but shake his head, and walked to a room next to him.

After a while, he walked back again, but this time, instead of warm wine, it was boiling tea.

Therefore, when Yan Qingrui saw nothing in the Xuyun Zen Master's room and returned the same way, he saw that he happened to boil a furnace of water and was making tea, and the fragrance of tea overflowed.

Yan Qingrui was speechless, this monk doesn't sleep at night, he cooks wine and makes tea, is he a night owl?

Seeing Yan Qingrui come back, Zhen Zidemon showed a big smile and said, "I don't believe in the demon gods, I ran away in vain, right?"

Yan Qingrui: "......" This monk doesn't look like a monk at all, which monk talks and acts like this? She teased: "Zhen Zidemon, as a monk, you don't abide by the rules and precepts, drinking wine and making tea, it is actually a matter of dust and moon, but no one cares about you in the huge Bodhi Temple." Let me guess who you are!"