That's right, the taste he liked, she always remembered. In that life, he was the coldest Jin Immortal, a cheeky master, a scoundrel's husband, and the most tender lover, and he often drank this kind of tea at that time. She picked it secretly, saved some of it, and seldom took it out to drink.

"The poor monk is doomed."

"The tribulation of immortals is long."

The eyes of the fate and the slight closure slowly opened, like two moonlights in the dark night, piercing the darkness and blooming with light that illuminates people's hearts. His eyes were blue, as clear as the sky, brighter than washed blue crystals. He is a high-ranking monk and a demon walking in this world. He doesn't open his eyes often, because his eyes have a demagogic power that hurts.

"It's beautiful, as always." yes, as always, it's exciting. She can't remember which life moved her heart, and she will never be able to get out of his love pit from now on. Even if he has cut off his love roots, the moment he sees him, everything he did before has become useless. It turns out that the root of love is constantly pinched, it just depends on whether you love deeply enough.

There was not the slightest wave in his eyes, he concealed it very well, after all, he was a monk who had practiced for many years, and he had already explored all feelings. In the past, he had indeed reached the point of being ruthless and desireless. He also thinks that the heart of the Buddha is strong. But when he opened his eyes and saw the moment in front of him, his heart that had been silent for thousands of years actually beat faster.

He knew that he would always experience a love catastrophe, a love catastrophe in the future, and the right person did not appear. Now this man is here. Right before his eyes, his true test began.

He has the ability to glimpse the past and the future, but he can't see his own end. He gave himself a divination, and the answer was empty.

All things will be empty, so he will also be nothing.

When he learned of this result, his mind did not waver in the slightest. He practiced in the world, and birth and death were predestined.

Looking at the biggest catastrophe in his life, a faint helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"The world still needs poor monks." It's not that he is nostalgic for this world, but that the successor is not strong enough.

He is on top of this dragon vein, not to control it, not to be a controller above tens of thousands of people. It's for the balance of this world. The cluster dragon vein is too vigorous, and if it is not suppressed, it will definitely upset the balance of the world. And so there will be war, and war will be devastating.

Great reunification is good, and balanced development of all countries is not bad. After the great unification, it is the words of the family, and the vigorous dragon qi will make the ambition of the person sitting on the throne extremely inflated. When there is no other country for him to annex, then the people of Li will become the target of his thirst for killing. As the guardian of this world, he would not allow this to happen.

"So you're the savior."

Because of his heart, he cut off all his emotions and made a living clay wood carving.

"You and I don't meet." If you don't see it, you won't be distracted, and if you don't see it, you won't have a lot of trouble.

"The master is running away."

Yes, he had just given birth to the idea of escaping, and this was the first time in a thousand years that he had messed up.

"A master should be a person who knows how to go up, right?"

It has always been before, just now he broke the gong.

"Amitabha, it's too late, donor, please come back."

He wanted to be quiet and calm his mind so that he could face his calamity correctly.

Ling Youyou didn't move, "You're here, I'm not going anywhere." ”

Well, he seems to be entangled.

"Donor, poor monks are monks."

"I'm not blind."

Yes, he just said pure nonsense. And this useless nonsense has ceased since he was sensible. Precocious Hui is not like him, sometimes he will be lazy if he needs to, but now he has such brainless words. The catastrophe is really terrible.

Fate lowered his eyes and covered the uneasiness in his eyes.

"When you and I first met, there was a difference between men and women, and the donor stayed here, and it was not in line with the etiquette."

Ling Youyou blinked his eyes and smiled, "The master is a member of the Buddhist sect, the four major ones have long been empty, and the six roots are pure, and in the eyes of the master, there is no distinction between men and women." Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, I am not there. If you are not there, why should the master bother. Could it be that the master is not as clear in his heart as outsiders say."

I don't know what the annoyance is, and my breathing is so heavy.

"Donor, you are testing the poor monk"

"If yes, do you mind?"

Fate is speechless, it is not good to mind, it is not good not to mind. Fate is depressed.

Then the two of them didn't talk again. The fate of the choice is settled. Ling Youyou chose to meditate. The picture is very harmonious. The handsome young man, the handsome monk, the silent night, the orange lamp, and the faint fragrance floating in the air, which is the unique smell of incense in the temple.

Everything looks good.

Qiming got up early in the morning, quickly packed everything, and came to the meditation room where Ling Youyou lived. Now he wants to take Ling Youyou to meet his master, and then watch them have a profound exchange, and he can become a spectator and watch the peak duel between the two masters.

The meditation room was very quiet, and several calls were answered.

Qiming hesitantly pushed the door, and the door creaked open, not bolted. The heart looked through the crack in the door, and there was no one.

Qiming was afraid that he would be mistaken, so he pushed the door in directly and saw that the bedding on the bed was neat. The room is cold, and people are long gone.

Qiming ran out, searched back and forth, and even went to the clean room, but found nothing. Ling Youyou didn't know what to do.

Qiming's heart was half cold, he knew Ling Youyou's temperament, that was a person who could go as he wanted, and he could do whatever he wanted, maybe he would have left last night. Qiming walked towards the extinct meditation room in frustration. I was thinking about how to explain to my master. When he walked into the courtyard, Qiming had already thought of the general wording, cheered up and raised his head, looking ahead, and then he saw the open door.

The door of his master's meditation room was wide open, and normally this door was always closed, and it would not open until there were no special circumstances. His master, who does not eat the fireworks of the world, can sit there for years and months without moving.

This is

Then he saw a scene that broke his heart.

Inside the room, the two of them sat very close, almost next to each other. He had been sitting there all morning, apparently for a long time.

Qiming patted his head, he shouldn't sleep, he missed a great opportunity to sleep. Is he supposed to cry. Why didn't these two people play their cards according to common sense, and met quietly. Completely ignore him as a matchmaker.

Qiming was annoyed.

The two masters are very quiet, both immersed in their respective worlds.

Qiming could only hang his head and choose to wait.

This wait is three, and the three and those two didn't even move.

Qiming was mad in a hurry. He knew that once Ling Youyou entered the cultivation state, it would not be a problem for a hundred years, and he had no idea how long his master would be able to enter the cultivation state. If these two people were calm like this, what else could he expect?

When Qiming was about to jump to his feet, a distinguished guest came from the mountain and wanted to invite fate into the palace. ，，，

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