In front of the west courtyard of the British Mansion, Duan Lizheng held a naked sword in his hand, looking at the person in front of him as if he were facing a great enemy.

Monk Xuezhai stood in the courtyard of the main house of the West Courtyard, with his hands folded, a string of jasper Bodhi Buddha beads hanging between his fingers, and his fingers were unhurriedly swept over one by one.

The handsome young monk seemed to be undistracted and focused on counting beads, but in fact, his body was just in front of the main house of the West Courtyard, and a strong sense of presence spread throughout the courtyard.

At this time, the monk looked more like a white lion guarding the treasure in front of the Buddha than the monk.

"Why are you here?" Duan Lizheng's hand holding the Naked Sword tightened, and the long sword came out of its sheath and pointed directly at Xue Zhai and asked.

Monk Xuezhai's eyes were half-closed, and when he heard the young man's words, the monk opened his eyes and glanced at him lightly, the breath of his body did not change, and he looked at him for a long time and said.

"This donor, don't be nervous, the little monk is not here to cause trouble to the donor and others this time."

"So what are you here for? Why is it stuck here? ”

The tension on Duan Lizheng's body did not dissipate for half a minute when he heard this, and he glanced at the room behind Monk Xuezhai worriedly, and sighed, "Get out of the way from there!" ”

"That's not going to work." Monk Xuezhai replied calmly, his handsome face as bright as the moon showed a trace of trouble, "The little monk's senior brother has just entered, and he has a very urgent matter to do, and he can't be disturbed by others, so the little monk is here to protect the Dharma for him." ”

"Your senior brother?" Duan Lizheng asked, "Could it be the ...... that night?"

"Yes," Monk Xuezhai replied with a smile, "it was the one who stopped the little monk that night and let you go down the mountain." ”

"So donor, you can rest assured," the young monk turned his head and glanced at the room behind him with complicated eyes, and said seriously, "The senior brother of the little monk has already lost his mind, and he will never be unfavorable to the one underground." ”

"Ghost Lost Mind ......" Duan Lizheng looked at the monk in front of him, a little dumbfounded.

Although this person stood there honestly and made a gesture of protecting the Dharma, according to Duan Lizheng, he actually read a trace of unhappiness from the words and deeds of this monk.

"What's going on?" Duan Lizheng's hand holding the sword fell a little lower, and whispered secretly.

"yes, what's going on......" Xue Zhai in front of him repeated his words for some reason, with a slightly self-deprecating look on his face.

Rewind time to an hour ago.

Just after he and his senior brother finished occupying the book, the first two senior brothers looked at the scriptures of the secret vision, and the monk Xuezhai couldn't help but feel worried in his heart.

"The first eight years of the Great Zhou Dynasty...... It's going to be uneasy. ”

Monk Xuezhai sighed softly, looked away from the scriptures, took a new volume and wanted to continue copying the scriptures, but suddenly the pen fell to the ground in his ears, he raised his head, and found that the senior brother grabbed the file with one hand, and a drop of cinnabar fell to the ground, like a meandering bloodstain, but Song Huaizhu didn't realize it, just looked at the scriptures in a daze, and his face showed a complicated look.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" Monk Xuezhai asked with wide eyes.

"It's nothing ......," Song Huaizhu said, but as soon as the words fell, he shook slightly, and reached out to grab his chest.

This is......

Now even Xuezhai found out that something was wrong.

Although there is still a threshold for him to leave the Unclear Realm, he clearly understands that the Grandmaster of the Unclear Realm is no different from others, and he rarely feels unwell.

If it weren't for Song Huaizhu's own physical discomfort, it would be an induction of other people.

"Senior brother?" Monk Xuezhai asked tentatively.

"I ...... I just had some heart palpitations just now. Song Huaizhu took away the palm that was holding his chest and stared at his palm with an incredible face.

Song Huaizhu adjusted his breath and relaxed again, "It should be my delusion......" He glanced at Xuezhai and smiled slightly.

Xue Zhai breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next second, he found that the smile on the corner of his senior brother's mouth froze.

As if sensing something, Song Huaizhu slowly moved his gaze downward, staring at his waist in disbelief.

Monk Xuezhai's gaze followed his gaze and fell to his waist.

Song Huaizhu didn't have any accessories on his body, only a piece of jade jue hanging on his body.

If there is anything different, it is a warm and clear white jade bottom with stripes of bright red, red like cinnabar fire, as if mixed with blood.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king.

This Jue is called Lisi.

looks inconspicuous, but it is at the top of the list of divine soldiers, second only to the flower protection bell that belonged to Princess Yingluan back then.

Monk Xuezhai has known since he was a child that this piece of jade was hung on his chest when his brother entered the temple, and it is said to be a relic left to him by his mother, and it is something that his brother regards as life.

And the bloodshot in this jade jue has another layer of special meaning for the senior brother.

About this blood, although the monk Xuezhai has some guesses, but he doesn't know a lot, this is buried in Song Huaizhu's heart is very deep and deep things, even if it has been accompanied for more than ten years, but the Xuezhai monk's exploration of Song Huaizhu has ended here, just like a frozen lake, there is no way to dive into the ice for half a minute.

And at this very moment, something incredible happened.

The bloodshot in the white jade flashed as if it was alive.

"This is ......," Monk Xuezhai looked at the scene in front of him in amazement.

However, after that flash, the bloodshot in Si Jue seemed to have suddenly lost its vitality, and the pleasant red color dimmed a lot.

Song Huaizhu stared at the bloodshot on the jade jue, and then he suddenly glanced back at the red dot on the scripture.

"Xuezhai," the aura on Song Huaizhu's body calmed down, and he looked at Monk Xuezhai thoughtfully, "I have to do something." ”

"Senior brother?" Monk Xuezhai looked at him hesitantly, "What are you going to do?" ”

Song Huaizhu stood up, put down the scroll in his hand, and said indifferently, "This ink blot is going, you can't just watch from the sidelines." ”

Xuezhai monk Huo Ran got up.

"Senior brother!" He shouted, "Have you forgotten what Master said before leaving?" ”

Song Huaizhu slowly frowned, walked to the entrance of the cave and looked at the towering city walls of Huizhou City in the distance, and said: "Buddhism is only a bystander, so what can we say?" If you are in the red dust, why not in the red dust? ”

"Into the red dust......" Xue Zhai repeated softly, with a smile on his face that could not be explained, and there was no joy or anger in his tone: "Ten years have passed, if you enter the red dust again, who knows what kind of waves will be born, don't forget, that lady is dead." ”

"So what?"

Song Huaizhu looked at the jade jue on his waist, and said indifferently, "I have no reason to sit on the sidelines, even if I desperately retreat to the pole, I want to see where this red line will go." ”

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