Where did Ning Caichen go?

Or how did he "disappear" from this Lanruo Temple?

You must know that Zhao Han has been guarding the door, and this broken temple is also a passage at the main entrance!

Although this temple is in tatters, it cannot be ruled out that Ning Caichen has the ability to break through the rotten wood and run out, but if he does this, he must at least leave a trace, right?

As a result, there are no traces in the broken temple now, and even the wolf skin handed to him by Zhao Han is lying on the ground in good shape, but Ning Caichen is missing like this......

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And Zhao Han stood in place, azure flames began to attach to his pupils, and all the illusions and fantasies in the temple disappeared in front of his eyes.

He froze.

Yin Ning Caichen was standing not far in front of him at this time, and was walking towards the room around the corner with some confusion.

But such an obvious thing, no one present can see it!

Not only did they not see Ning Caichen, but even Ning Caichen himself couldn't see the extra people in the broken temple!

What the hell is this?

Zhao Han hesitated for a moment, choosing to follow behind him to see what was going on.

This small world is so strange that so many unbelievable things can happen!

Although Zhao Han's current cultivation can't figure out what happened, this experience is undoubtedly a valuable asset, and when his realm reaches a certain level, the memory at this time will become the key to open the treasure house, making his comprehension of some laws even more important!

Walking around the corner, Ning Caichen did not stop, but crossed the room where Zhao Han once lived, and continued to walk towards the end of the corridor.

Over there... A void.

To be precise, there is nothing at the end of Zhao Han's vision, because in the "real" world, there is a wooden wall, and behind the wall, there is a cemetery where bones are buried.

That's right, it's the graveyard!

In the center of the cemetery, there is an old Kui tree, although it only has a Jindan level of cultivation, but because of the geographical advantage, it can arrange a lot of unbelievable spells.

For example, open the passage to connect to the Black Mountain Divine Domain......

It sounds quite scary, Zhao Han has lived in this Lanruo Temple for an unknown amount of time, and the result has always been under the nose of the tree demon grandmother.

But the fact is that the soul of the dryad has always lived in the Black Mountain Divine Domain, and the outer body is just a coordinate left in this plane, so that the Black Mountain Divine Domain can be opened on time, and it will not run out of the range of this Black Mountain and leave some preparations.

Therefore, the body of the tree demon was useless, and Zhao Han did not burn it.

The Buddhist temple was built before the cemetery, which is also a rather strange custom, and I don't know what the monks who established the Lanruo Temple thought in the first place.

But today, this strange approach has brought some trouble to Zhao Han.

Because after Ning Caichen encountered the wall, he walked in directly without any hesitation!

In the real vision, Ning Caichen walked into the fog, just like water dissolving in the sea, without setting off the slightest wave.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Han's eyebrows raised.

didn't choose to continue to follow up, Zhao Han turned around and pulled Yan Chixia, who was still thinking in the temple, to come here.

With a casual finger, Zhao Han said softly: "Just now, that scholar walked in here"

"Here?"

Yan Chixia had a little strangeness in her eyes, she had lived in this Lanruo Temple for almost ten years, she naturally knew what place was behind this wall, but how did Ning Caichen, a mortal, pass through the wall?

"Heaven and earth are infinite, Xuanxin is correct, panic is heavenly, open the soul for me"

Seeing a few sentences in Yan Chixia's mouth, he swiped his fingers in front of his eyes, and two blood lines appeared above his eyelids.

Her eyes released Shenhua, and Yan Chixia shouted: "The eyes of the sky are open!" ”

In an instant, the fog that originally only existed in Zhao Han's eyes was looked at by Yan Chixia!

"This is..."

A flash of anger flashed in her eyes, and Yan Chixia said angrily: "Old Dryad, get out of here!! ”

With a roar, the eaves of the house shook three times, and the next moment, the golden flame broke through the roof and soared into the sky.

In place, Zhao Han looked at Yan Chixia's figure flying out, and nodded thoughtfully.

It seems that Yan Chixia seems to know what is going on?

But what happened?

The bursts of explosions in his ears and Yan Chixia's roar made Zhao Han a little irritable.

"Whatever, if you want to know what this fog is, then go in and have a look!"

Without hesitation, Zhao Han walked directly into the mist.

Not long after he entered, one of the monks who were sitting quietly in the temple quietly opened his eyes.

"Uncle Emptiness, there seems to be a tide around you..."As he spoke, he tightened his monk's robe.

It's not that his body feels cold, it's just that he feels like he should do it.

Just after this monk who had a relationship with Zhao Han did this, in the blink of an eye, the scene around him changed.

He was originally sitting in a ruined temple, and suddenly appeared on a flower boat, surrounded by bustling noisy men and women, while the senior brothers and uncles around him disappeared.

"Hehehehe, Zhou Lang, you're coming to arrest me"

Not far before the little monk, a pretty woman of twenty-eight years old stood at the bow of the boat, with a round face in pink clothes and big eyes, looking at him with a smile on her back with her hands behind her back.

Zhou Lang, Xiaohe's surname was Zhou when he was not yet a monk.

And the pretty woman in front of him is a family affair he set when he was a child, but as he gets older, the two are not so close, but they are still entangled.

It wasn't until the flood hit that year that the monstrous flood inundated the county seat where they were located, and Zhou Lang, who survived by luck, became a chanting monk of Fahua Temple.

"I... Is this a demon? ”

Little Monk... Zhou Lang looked at the brocade clothes on his body, and then looked at the pretty woman opposite who was still moaning and not clinging, shook his head and smiled: "Liu Yiyi, you and I met one hundred and forty-two years ago, and I have no guesses since I was a child, I should have married you, this is what I owe you."

"Zhou Lang, what are you talking about?" Seeing this, the woman walked up to Zhou Lang with a curious expression, raised her head to look at the handsome face that was close at hand, and said, "Uncle went to my house the day before yesterday... Raise... proposed... My parents... Parents.."

The woman's voice could be heard, but at last she was almost silent, and her face turned red like a ripe apple.

True?

Unreal?

The woman is right in front of you, you can touch, you can observe, you can talk to him, you can live a good life.

Who knows if it's true?

A flash of remembrance flashed in Zhou Lang's eyes, and the next moment Zhou Lang actually folded his hands in front of the woman and performed a Buddhist ceremony.

"The past is the past after all, one hundred and twenty-three years ago, in the midst of your death and flood, I found nothing for three months, your family, my relatives, all disappeared in the endless flood, and finally I worshiped under the Fahua Gate, and the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha was alive and dead."

At the bridge, the woman's face turned pale when she heard this, and her eyes showed a look of horror.

Raising a trembling hand and touching Zhou Lang's face, the woman's voice trembled and asked, "Zhou Lang... You... Don't you want me anymore? ”

Zhou Lang was speechless, so he had to be silent.

Don't you want her anymore?

If she is still there, if the home is still there, will he still worship in the Fahua Temple?

Green lanterns, ancient Buddhas, and a lifetime away from red dust?

Among them, he understands himself and understands his choice.

Don't ask the wrong questions, don't deceive everything.

With a cold face, Zhou Lang finally shook his head and smiled, as if he had given up and said, "You have already left, why do you want to come back to train me?" ”

Why did you come back to discipline him?

You're all dead!

But his heart is sad, Zhou Lang knows that this love calamity exists in his heart, and he can't hide from it at all.

The beauty in front of her is obviously illusory, but with her smile, as Zhou Lang, does he really have the courage to break all this?

The little monk knocked on the wooden fish and practiced a bodhicitta with a hundred years of hard work.

The warped woman Shi rouge powder, a hundred years past the beauty visited the heart of the red dust fan.

On the flower boat, the demons danced wildly, obviously it was a wine and meat demon field, but Zhou Lang, who was in a dream, still lowered his head and stroked his clothes after all.

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Because you're my Zhou Lang..."

The woman smiled with her eyes, the curvature of the corners of her eyes changed into a crescent moon, and the woman whispered close to Zhou Lang's ear: "No matter how far you go, I will be waiting for you to come back to me."

The sound of glass shattering sounded.

Zhou Lang's face was even more bitter, and in the end, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the woman's face.

"Yiyi...."

"Amitabha!"

The sound of the Buddha's horn rang like a heart-shaking bell, directly dispelling the dream-like psychedelic state of "Zhou Lang".

When he opened his eyes again, the little monk found that he had come to a wooden wall, as long as he took one more step forward....

"Be wary, go back with me"

Beside Zhou Lang, Monk Kongchen sighed lightly.

"Uncle Shi...."

Zhou Lang red-eyed, looked at the wall in front of him, looked at Kong Chen behind him, and finally shook his head and smiled: "I am a damned person, I once survived the monstrous flood, and I survived this Lanruo Temple a hundred years ago... You know, don't ask the wrong questions, don't deceive everything, I can't get over this feeling, and I have no chance to become a Buddha in this life..."

"Whether you can become a Buddha or not, you have to try to know"

Monk Kongchen frowned.

Zhou Lang shook his head again, and his body began to slowly retreat, and finally disappeared into the wall in Kong Chen's eyes.

Seeing this, Kong Chen shook his head, turned around and walked towards the main hall of the temple.

This is a wary of his own choice, even if he is a wary uncle, he can't stop it.

And behind that wall, it's not a peerless realm......

Returning to the center of the main hall, he closed his eyes and sat cross-legged again, the Diamond Sutra in his mouth was endless, and the two senior brothers of Kongchen closed their eyes when they saw this.

What was behind the wooden wall, they knew in their hearts, because it was not the first time they had come to this Lanruo Temple.

At the end of a Diamond Sutra chanting, Monk Kongchen's eyes widened, and the Shenhua in his eyes flashed: "Sumeru Lanruo, ghosts are fascinated!" The two junior brothers sat down peacefully, but Kong Chen was going to meet the demon of the heart for a while! ”