Tenzen Temple.

The snow falls quietly on the winding stone path, and the only sound of the bell chime is heard.

Dressed in a luxurious black fox fur, Feng Duhan stood on the Wangyun Platform of Tianqing Temple with his hands in his hands, occasionally coughing lightly.

"The donor hasn't solved the Buddha's premonition yet?" Behind him, an old monk was feeding the wild birds in the mountains with the broken grains in his hand, and the large group of birds seemed not to be afraid of him, and they were very lively in grabbing food, but none of the birds dared to fall to the side of the wind and twilight.

The old monk sighed slightly, "The donor's murderous aura is too heavy. ”

Feng Duhan's eyes were cold, although there was no murderous aura in his eyes, but like this winter weather, the ice could not melt, "For three years, I have never met a person who is a Buddha. ”

The old monk smiled slightly, "Does the donor think the old man is lying?" ”

"Host Huiwu shouldn't be such a person." Having said that, there was not the slightest warmth in the voice of the wind and twilight.

He did suspect that the Buddha had pre-emptively, when he went around seeking medical advice and medicine, trying to cure the poison in his body, he asked Tianchan Temple to ask for the treasure of the town temple, which can cure the poison of the painting bone incense.

But he was told that more than ten years ago, the painting bone incense was taken down the mountain by the previous host, and he traveled all over the world without a trace, leaving only a Buddha for the person who came to ask for the bone incense.

Those who have lost their souls want to return to heaven, and the cycle of life and death is disgusting. There is no need to look for the bones, and the sea of people will eventually meet.

Feng Duhan was puzzled, and he had come to Tianchan Temple several times before to solve the problem of the current presiding Huiwu.

But this old monk only laughed every time and said that the secret of heaven should not be leaked, and there was nothing he could do about it.

At this moment, a little monk hurriedly came up from Wangyuntai, and said to the old monk: "Someone asks to see the prince." ”

Feng Duhan knew that this Wangyuntai was not something that ordinary lay disciples could step into, so he wanted to follow the little monk down.

Wangyuntai has more than 100 stone steps, just up and down is enough to endure the wind and twilight, the old monk said: "The donor's body is inconvenient, let that person come up and talk." ”

The little monk folded his hands and went down.

After a while, I saw Tsing Yi hurriedly running up from under the cloud platform, his face pale.

The wind twilight was cold, and he felt a cold wind blowing, and his whole body couldn't help but shudder.

Tsing Yi knelt on the ground, panting slightly, obviously running a long way to catch up.

"Quickly." Wind Twilight's voice was as usual, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to see that his hand in his sleeve is slightly clenched.

"Returning to the world, the crimes of his subordinates deserve death......" Before the words were finished, Tsing Yi's forehead was already full of sweat.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" heard Tsing Yi say the word 'death', and the monk Huiwu chanted the Dharma number.

Feng Dusk's sword eyebrows were tightly locked, but his eyes were staring at Tsing Yi, and he shouted: "Go on!" ”

"Du Shi Niang, she ...... Throw yourself into the river and die! ”

Twilight stood dumbfounded, and the voices around him seemed to leave him in an instant.

I don't know how long it took for him to come back to his senses, only to feel the sweet smell of blood.

The smell of this blood...... Compare it to the scented blood of that time......

Suddenly, a myriad of otherwise separate images were connected.

What he tasted in his mouth at that time, with a cold aroma, and what he smelled later when he burned the silk handkerchief...... It turned out that it was her blood that relieved the onset of poisoning on his body.

Those who have lost their souls want to return to heaven, and they hate the cycle of life and death......

The sentences in the Buddha's premonition that could not be understood suddenly came to his senses.

It's a pity...... Still late......

"Plop puff puff!" On the lookout platform, countless wild birds seemed to be frightened, and all of them rose to the sky, densely packed, covering the clouds and the sun.

Feng Duhan looked up at them, the brilliance in his eyes gradually faded, and all of a sudden, it was as if the vitality of his whole body had been drained, and he fell headlong.