As the picture disappeared, Su Xi suddenly felt that his body was too weak in an instant, as if he had been sucked away a lot of strength at the same time.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the Buddhist scriptures she had just copied, but found that there was not a single word on the book, and all of them magically disappeared with the magic mirror.

Damn, this is incredible!

After being silent for a while, she slowly put the pen in her hand on the side of the low table, and raised her eyes to look at Wuhuang with a blank face.

And Wuhuang is as calm as water as ever, without any waves on his face.

"Wu Huang, did you see the phantom mirror just now? Explain to me why every time I touch these sutras of yours, I either have a very strange feeling, or something very incredible happens? ”

This scripture is like having some kind of powerful divine power, not like ordinary scriptures, and this monk is also very inscrutable, he must know the secret.

He is a high-ranking monk, so he was not surprised when the scene just happened, perhaps he has many abilities that are not known to the world, so he can be called a high-ranking monk.

And she's just a mortal! It takes his kind of preaching to have some resonance with these verses, but she is only a layman, how can this be explained?

Wuhuang stood on one side, his eyebrows were clear and thin, and his loose monk's robe was blown away by the wind with the breeze, which seemed to add a few points of fireworks that did not eat the world.

He looked ahead and didn't speak immediately.

"Because you're the chosen one."

After a long time, his ethereal voice fell gently from the top of Su Xi's head, and was soon carried away by the wind, which made people not very real.

Su Xi looked at him with watery peach blossom eyes.

What the hell is this talking about? I don't understand it at all.

This person always speaks so not directly, always making people guess, it's so brain-burning!

"That's... Can you be more explicit? Su Xi cleared her throat, "Who chose me?" What did the person choose me to do? ”

Wuhuang's words are equivalent to not saying it, where does she have such a good understanding to be able to understand it thoroughly!

And listening to this, how can it feel that it is not a good thing!

It's been an incredible thing to travel from modern times to ancient times, and even more incredible things are happening now.

As Su Xi's words fell, there was another eternal silence in Wuhuang.

Just when Su Xi thought that he couldn't speak, he faintly said two words: "Heavenly Machine." ”

Su Ximu glanced at him a few times with a face.

Is this man's reflex arc so long?

He spit out the word "Tianji" from his lips so indifferently, and he didn't want to say a word more.

Are all the monks so upright and arrogant?

Because there are more important things, she will not dwell on this seemingly absurd thing for the time being, but she can't get an answer.

"The scriptures have been copied, now you can follow me into the palace to treat the emperor, right?"

Su Xi stood up and tidied up her wrinkled dress.

When she left the Heart Cultivation Hall just now, Ling Juncheng already looked very uncomfortable.

Now she just wants to get Wuhuang to the palace as soon as possible to cure him, so that he will suffer less crimes, and she doesn't want to think about anything else.

As long as there is no waste, Ling Juncheng will definitely get better soon.

Wuhuang stood straight in place, his broad palms were put together, and his forehead bowed slightly to Su Xi: "The emperor's injury can only be treated by the concubine." ”

Hearing this, Su Xi was stunned.

This monk, did he regret it?