Jiang Futing quickly noticed the golden lines on the sleeves of the person in front of him, which looked like some kind of special mark.

Where does he seem to see? Where is it? Jiang Futing suddenly felt a dull pain in his head, he covered his head with both hands, and his face turned pale.

Images flashed through his mind, bloody and full of violence and carnage, and many images of the great battle passed before his eyes.

He had a terrible headache, covered his head, and moaned from his mouth, who else was talking?!

"Hi, old black~" someone was calling him.

Jiang Futing was very strange, he obviously didn't have this title, but after hearing that familiar voice, he couldn't help but stop.

A figure chased after him, and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes with a smile fell on his eyes, and he stared at them as if he had been bewitched by a demon.

But someone hit him on the arm, "Hey, old black, I'm talking to you, are you listening?!" The man who spoke was angry and stared at him with dissatisfaction.

Jiang Futing looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly felt that these eyes and this voice were really familiar.

"Tomorrow the Emperor of Heaven is going to war, I hope everything will be safe, so that there will be no war in the Three Realms~"

Jiang Futing heard the person next to him say worriedly, he pursed his lips, and was about to say something, when suddenly his shoulder was shaken violently, his head hurt, and he lost consciousness.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang~"

"How are you? Wake up~"

Jiang Futing was shaken dizzy, he pressed the shaking hand, and heard a surprised voice in his ears, "Brother Jiang, there is a reaction~"

Jiang Futing slowed down for a moment, opened his eyes, and saw the Cheng family's father and son staring at him worriedly.

He was stunned for a moment, his mind blurry, as if he had been in a dream.

"Cheng Ming?" Jiang Futing said tentatively.

Cheng Ming blinked, staring at Jiang Futing with a cautious expression, "Yes, it's me, and my father, Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?" How do you look weird~"

When Jiang Futing heard this, he sat up silently, he rubbed his head, frowned, and said, "Did something happen just now?" ”

"Xiao Jiang, you scared us to death just now, you kept staring at the sycamore flowers on the branches, Ah Ming and I didn't respond to your call, stretched out your hand and pulled, who knew that you would fall, it really scared us~" Cheng Dadao.

"Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Ming cautiously came up.

Jiang Futing rubbed his eyebrows, raised his eyes and looked at the plane tree in front of him that was swaying by the sun, and he withdrew his gaze.

The father and son of the Cheng family glanced at each other, "There is a problem with this plane tree?" ”

Jiang Futing shook his head, and said with a rare and solemn expression: "Be careful, there are strange things here, I seem to have entered a fantasy just now~"

Cheng Da was stunned when he heard this, and then thought of Jiang Futing's painful appearance just now, and said in surprise: "The illusion has led to the inner demon? ”

Jiang Futing's eyebrows jumped when he heard this, and he opened his mouth to refute, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back, thought about it and explained: "It's not a demon, it's something I've never encountered before~"

As soon as he said this, the brows of the Cheng family's father and son furrowed, and they were full of doubts: "Could it be just an illusion?" ”

When Jiang Futing heard this, he shook his head again, pondered for a moment and said, "It's very real, it's like it happened before~"

"Ha, this is very mysterious, it can't be the memory of a previous life, right?" Cheng Da said casually.

Jiang Futing was stunned when he heard this, his eyes were stunned, and the father and son of the Cheng family glanced at each other, "Huh??" ”

Jiang Futing stood up, refused Cheng Ming's support, and said, "I'm fine~"

"Let's go ahead and have a look~"

"Good~"

Jiang Futing raised his heels to the Cheng family's father and son, still thinking about Cheng Da's casual words just now, the memory of his previous life? He frowned and pondered, he had known Bai Tang in his previous life?

Not long after the three of them walked, they came across a little monk, who didn't seem to see them, and still swept the floor diligently with a broom.

Cheng Da glanced at the little monk curiously, and said in a low voice: "That should be the Shurakshasa Hour, right?" ”

Jiang Futing's gaze fell on the face of the little monk not far away, and looking at the face that was somewhat similar to the tall statue outside, he nodded, "Hmm~"

They saw that the little monk was sweeping very seriously, and suddenly he threw down the broom, ran happily in one direction, hugged the legs of the visitor, and said in a milky voice: "Master, Zongyuan is hungry~"

The person who came was a thin middle-aged monk, forty or fifty years old, with a wide monk's robe, which could cover Zong Yuan's face, and he had a charitable smile on his face, "Hehe, Zong Yuan is hungry, okay, let's go have a meal~"

Jiang Futing frowned, "Let's keep up~"

As soon as the picture turned, the surrounding area was covered with snow, and goose feathers and snow drifted down from the sky.

In a monk's room, Zong Yuan held his young body, surrounded the brazier, shrunk in the corner barefoot, shivering from the cold, closed his eyes, and muttered in his mouth: "Master, I'm so hungry, so cold~"

The wind blew the door rattling, I don't know how long it took, the door creaked open, and the old monk walked in with a happy look with a stack of clothes, and hurriedly closed the door.

He smiled, "Zongyuan, you are lazy again, you don't read the Buddhist scriptures well~"

The figure in the corner shrank, opened his eyes in a daze, looked in the direction of the door, and he ran over happily at once, and shouted in a soft and glutinous voice: "Master~"

"Zongyuan, Master has asked you for thick cotton clothes, so that you won't be cold in winter~" The old monk shivered from the cold, still smiling.

"Ah, it's so soft~" Zong Yuan's hand kept touching the cotton clothes in the master's arms, revealing a happy expression.

Soon, Zong Yuan was draped in thick clothes, and the old master took out a roasted sweet potato from his arms with a smile, stuffed it into Zong Yuan, touched his head with a smile and said, "Zong Yuan, hurry up and eat, didn't you say you were hungry?" ”

Zong wished for the roasted sweet potato in his hand, and very sensibly divided the sweet potato into two parts, one and handed it to the old monk, "Master, let's eat together~"

The old monk looked at Zong Yuan and a smile appeared on his face.

As soon as he got it in his hand, suddenly the door was kicked open, and a few monks with unkind expressions came in outside, "Yo, how about eating roasted sweet potatoes for this wild monk?" ”

The corners of the old monk's mouth twitched, and he held Zong Yuan tightly behind him with a cold face, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Heh, I heard that the old man, you went down the mountain this time and turned a lot of silver, hand it over~" The monk headed by him, his face was shiny and shiny, he stretched out a hand, and looked at the old monk with a smile.

The old monk's lips moved, and his expression did not change, "I don't have the silver you said!" ”

The monk at the head of the monk dragged the old monk at once when he heard the words, and searched out a money bag from his arms a few times, the old monk saw this, his eyes were panicked, and he grabbed the cloth bag with his hand, "No...... No, this is our silver for the winter, you can't take it~"

"Dead old man, get out of here!" The monk at the head was arrogant and kicked the old monk away.

"Woo, don't hit my master~" Zong Yuan cried and pounced, the sweet potato in his hand rolled out, and the sweet potato that he didn't want to eat was instantly trampled on the snow by several monks.

The old monk was knocked to the ground by several monks and did not move for a long time.

"Heh, dead old man, pretend again, I'll kill you!" The monk at the head grinned.

"Hey, why didn't this old man move, it couldn't be dead, right?!"

"Ah, run, run!" Several figures gradually disappeared with the snowflakes in the sky.

Zong Yuan was so frightened that he turned white, knelt on the ground, shook the old monk's arm, and whimpered in fright.

A touch of blood red flowed out from under the old monk's head, and the cry of Zongyuan blew away with the snowflakes.

"Oh, that's pathetic!" Cheng Da wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and his eyes were inexplicably red.

"This Shurakshasa is quite pitiful when he is young~"

Jiang Futing pursed his lips and didn't speak.

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As soon as the picture turned, the snow-white world was instantly shrouded in dark clouds, and the gray sky was a little depressing and suffocating.

There were faint cries and howls in the distance, and Jiang Futing and the Cheng family's father and son had just walked a few steps when they saw a monk with a pale face and a frightened expression rushing over, and the monk's robe was stained with a lot of blood.

He ran in a panic, as if there was a demon chasing after him.

He rushed over in a panic, and suddenly a person appeared behind him, a black cloak, holding a meniscus knife in his hand.

He came behind the monk in a few steps, "Ah~" In the monk's frightened scream, he waved down the crescent blade, and a trace of blood splashed in front of Jiang Futing and the Cheng family's father and son, blood red and shocking.

Heh, the Cheng family father and son gasped and retracted their feet.

Jiang Futing's expression changed slightly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that under the black cloak, there was an indifferent and ruthless face, exactly the same as the face of the Shurakshasa when they came in, hideous and full of killing.

He looked at the direction of Jiang Futing and the three of them steadily, and after a while, he retracted his gaze, turned around and strode away, but the back was lonely, which made people feel inexplicably pitiful and pathetic.

Cheng Da's face turned blue and white for a while, and he scolded: "What's the matter~"

They continued to walk forward, but as soon as the picture turned, they returned to the small courtyard before, there was a tall plane tree in the yard, and through the small courtyard, you could see that under the other tree, there was a little monk who was sweeping the floor with a broom~

"......" The father and son of the Cheng family were stunned and looked at Jiang Futing, "Huh??" ”

Jiang Futing shook his head, he didn't know what was going on?

They continued to walk, and the picture turned again, and they came to the small snowy courtyard, where the cry of the little monk was heard, and several monks rushed out in a panic.

The three of them looked at each other, and after a few times, they finally found the problem, and the picture turned around, and it was always these few pictures, and there were no more sporadic memory fragments.

"So where are we now?" Cheng Da asked.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Futing touched his chin and pondered: "If I'm not mistaken, we should be trapped in his past memories. ”

"Huh? That's not right, if it's in his memory, there should be a lot of memory fragments, but now it's these pictures over and over again~"

Seeing this, Cheng Ming also interjected and said, "Yes, Brother Jiang, I also feel a little strange~"

When Jiang Futing heard this, his expression was slightly gloomy, he frowned and thought for a moment, and then said with a serious expression: "There is another possibility, that is, we are in an illusion, and what we see is controlled by him. ”

"How is this possible?!" The eyes of the Cheng family's father and son were as wide as Niu Ling.

Jiang Futing looked away and said, "Nothing is impossible~"

“……”

"So what do we do now?"