Master Yichen's smile was still gentle, and he said: "You have been looking for him for seven years, but the poor monk has only been looking for him for three days, and then he has suffered from two years of exile before sending him to the Dayin Temple."

He didn't remember anything all these years, he didn't remember that he was the famous Wu'an Hou, he didn't know what his name was, he didn't even know that he had a wife, and he didn't know that he also had a pair of elves and eccentric, intelligent and smart children. ”

Listening to what Master Yichen said, Chen Mengtian's anger could no longer be suppressed.

Her reddish eyes were overflowing with killing intent, staring at Master Yichen deadly, and asked tremblingly, "Why do you want to do this, why do you do this!" ”

After two years of displacement, Chen Mengtian didn't even dare to think about it.

When he came to Jinzhou, he was bullied by the ruffians, so what about before, how did he live before, and he was bullied by everyone.

Master Yichen met Chen Mengtian's reddish eyes, and when he saw a little red lotus mark flickering at the center of her eyebrows, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

He finally sighed helplessly, "Madam, the poor monk met with Xuan Jue eight years ago, and also told him to reduce the killing, killing too much, after all, there is a price to pay. ”

"So what, that's not why you've been hiding him for years!" The red lotus mark between Chen Mengtian's eyebrows was already very clear, and her eyes were only red.

At this time, Chen Mengtian couldn't care about the child by the side, and his body was full of wanton killing energy.

When Shiyi and the secret guard on the side saw such a lady, they couldn't help but think back to the scene of seven years, the killing of the Turks.

The lady at that time was also a lady like a god in front of her.

Even when he saw that the pupils of Chen Mengtian's eyes began to redden, Master Yichen's face was still calm.

However, the other people in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, including the monks of the Dayin Temple, did not know when they were gone.

In the huge hall, there was only Master Yichen and Chen Mengtian and his party.

In this tense confrontation, Master Yichen spoke again: "Eight years ago, Xuan Jue asked the poor monk that people can have reincarnation, can have past lives and present lives, and all kinds of things that have happened in previous lives can have variables in this life. ”

Master Yichen's words reminded Chen Mengtian of her confession to Jiang Zebei many years ago, which must have been at that time.

Chen Mengtian didn't say anything, still waiting for Master Yichen to give her a reason, otherwise she wouldn't mind a killing in this Daxiong Treasure Hall, and it was the children of the Buddhist family who were killed.

Master Yichen clasped his hands together, sensing Chen Mengtian's murderous aura, he whispered, "Amitabha, Madame has to pay some price for some things after all, and Xuanjue of that year put away his evil aura because of you and buried his killing."

But Mrs. slaughtered millions of Turkic souls, all things in the world, life and death, there is a cause and there must be an effect, you and him, it is because of you that he is born, so there is no other and you are destroyed, so this is born because of this, and this is destroyed because of that.

Everything that Xuan Jue is experiencing now is because of your killing, madam, and the so-called cause and effect is exactly that, Amitabha. ”

"Humph! Nonsense! Chen Mengtian didn't believe what he said.

The other party has hidden Jiang Zebei for seven years, and now with a sentence of cause and effect, he wants to write off all this, how can there be such a cheap thing.

The wind blade in Chen Mengtian's hand had already gathered, and with both hands waving, countless wind blades attacked Master Yichen.

After all, Master Yichen is a high-ranking monk, and he has a supreme honorable status in Xiliang Kingdom.