Wuhua wandered all his life, traveled for half a lifetime, put on a human skin mask, changed the name of the evil flower, lived in seclusion here for many years, and was an old monk cleaning the scripture pavilion in the morning and twilight, not to seek peace in his heart.

Maybe it's still waiting for that that that will never come... A letter.

Now, his obsession with being depressed for half a lifetime and the pain of being tortured day and night have taken a turn for the better under the child's words.

He recited the name of "Xia Guang" in deep silence, then raised his hand to hold him up, and entered the scripture pavilion like a breeze.

Most of the scriptures in the Scripture Pavilion are scriptures, but many of them are unique from previous dynasties, which makes a heavy historical atmosphere come to the face.

The old monk held the child with his left hand, but pointed and introduced it with his right hand.

At Xia Guang's insistence, he stood in front of the door, watching the child reach out and slowly caress the scriptures on the shelf, like his fingers dipping into the long river of Sanskrit scriptures, looking for the past, present, and future in the light and shadow of dry Zen.

Wuhua began to ponder.

Is it true that people are born to know?

Such a talent is really envious.

But he didn't know that this royal bear child, who seemed to be well versed in Buddhism and Taoism, was actually just testing whether there was a mezzanine in the scriptures...

After turning around, Xia Guang returned empty-handed.

Sure enough, this kind of thing is not something that normal people can encounter.

But the child's face showed no disappointment, and he didn't even pull out a book to read from beginning to end.

However, when he walked to the door of the Sutra Pavilion, he said in a childish voice: "Amitabha." ”

Wuhua smiled and said, "Amitabha." ”

Then he turned sideways and stepped out of the way, and at this moment a thought suddenly came to his mind that could not be drowned.

What you have learned in half your life has not been passed on to others, so why not give it a try?

Therefore, Wuhua said: "Little donor, please stay." ”

Xia Guang stopped.

The next moment, the white-robed old monk had already appeared in front of him, but on the palm of his hand was holding this piece of red leather scroll, the leather was sewn and mended, and the fine transparent ice silk threads crossed through, reminiscent of the sewing corpse that sorted out the remains.

When the scroll is spread out, you can see from a distance that the red scroll is roughly composed of three pieces, and on top of it is a tadpole-like twisted shape, showing a certain weirdness and hideousness.

"Little donor, what do you see?"

The old monk's face was indifferent, but there was a look of expectation and encouragement in his pupils.

This Nine Yin Evil Sutra, but the world is the yin internal force, back then the people of the Buddha Dao Heavenly Gate, the Sword Dao Mountain Alliance, and the Jiangnan Dao attacked the Demon Gate in order to destroy this exercise, and they tried each other, and finally set off a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes.

In the end, they took away a replica, but the original product was already stolen and taken away by themselves.

With this technique, he has completed the blood feud and completed the perfect on-site disguise.

He does evil, he does evil, but he does to remove evil.

In the end, the goal is accomplished, and all that remains is bloody, infamous, and endlessly empty.

That's why the ancient Buddha wants to ask for peace, but he is always obsessed with obsession and demonic thoughts, and he can't be liberated.

The Nine Yin Evil Sutra is the sustenance of half of his life, if he wants to bring it into the ground with him, Wuhua is unwilling after all, so he takes it out to show others.

Moreover, this man is just a young child.

"Little benefactor?"

Wuhua watched Xia Guang's hand slowly caress the entire leather scroll, and then the latter showed a confused and terrifying look: "This thing looks so terrifying, it's really scary." ”

At this moment, the voice of the imperial sister came from the alleyway, "Xiaoguang Xiaoguang, where are you, don't scare my sister." ”

Wuhua sighed softly.

Maybe this thing needs to be lost after all.

This merit is very evil, and the way of heaven does not tolerate it, and it is also the norm.

Soon, he adjusted his mentality and said lightly: "The little donor's family is here, please leave." ”

Xia Guang said "Amitabha", and then his expression was indifferent, but he walked away happily in his heart.

It stands to reason that just a very cold true qi is almost like a cold wind coming to the ice abyss, which can freeze through the blood and condense the soul.

But it happened that the vast fiery true qi in Xia Guang's body.

The blazing heat was against the extreme cold, and the two canceled each other, so nothing happened.

Xia Guang, who is already three years old, did not wait for any "two-year-old gift package".

His two "nameless" internal skills, one pole yin and one pole yang, have been cultivated to the peak, and his body is full of true qi, and it stands to reason that his eyes should be bright, and even gradually show characteristics such as the back of a tiger and a bear's waist, but none of them are there.

Even because of the lack of talk and the guests, he gained a reputation as "Uncle Huang is a little stupid" and "a little late in speaking" in a small circle.

Xia Guang didn't care about these boring names, he thought about it every day to be able to enter the royal Zongdong Pavilion where he stored the techniques of the past dynasties.

After all, there is such a golden finger, if you can't ask for peace and find immortality, it is really better to turn around and crash to death on the wall.

The Imperial Palace is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the pattern of the rivers and lakes and what kind of relationship it has with the Imperial Palace, what kind of territory is the Great Zhou where he is located, whether there are neighboring countries competing outside the region, or whether there are higher forces, he still doesn't know anything.

Except for the last time through the "Ranga Abhatara Sutra", he understood that the Green Pothos Monastery was the state religion, and any more would be gone.

But this time, the Beijing branch of the Green Pothos Zen Monastery seemed to be just an ordinary temple, except for the old monk, who did not leave any special impression on him.

In addition, what kind of Xuan Bingke slapped his palm on himself, and was bounced to death, which also made Xia Guang slightly proud, after all, there were still masters who broke into the palace and wanted to assassinate the emperor.

But it is not excluded that this Xuanbing Ke is a dumbfounder.

After thinking about it, he himself was just a three-year-old child with a lifelong mission of eating and waiting for death.

"Sister, I want to eat roast duck. ”

In the courtyard, Xia Guangbaba looked at the imperial sister who was counting the Buddha beads.

The royal sister is at the end of her cardamom years, but she is malnourished, and she is crushed by various atmospheric fields at every turn, so her body is thin, and all the places where she should develop are not developed, and her temperament is a mess, even the little maids in the palace can see that the eldest princess is strong and capable.

It's just that how strong the "external power" used to support the scene is, it is estimated that it is just a little bit.

"Didn't you just have lunch?"

Hearing her younger brother's request, the imperial sister felt that it was safer to chant scriptures and touch beads, so she was a little unhappy to run to the imperial dining room.

Xia Guang said: "Brother Huang said, when you grow your body, you have to eat more!"

Xia Jiejie: ???

When did the emperor say that?

Xia Guang patted the table and said, "At the last family banquet, he said when he hugged the eldest prince, the second prince, and the third prince, you don't listen to it yourself." ”

Xia Jiejie: ...

We're all sitting in such a corner, how can you hear that? Remember?

However, when it came to "long body", the imperial sister panicked again, she felt that since her mother died of dystocia and gave birth to her younger brother, she would give birth to her younger brother, so she had to fulfill her mother's responsibilities as a sister.

How can a mother ignore the growth of her child's body?

This is a big deal, and it has to be managed.

So, Xia Jiejie put down the Buddhist scriptures and took a deep breath, "I'll call a palace maid to take care of you." ”

Xia Guang said: "Don't, no one is here, I won't walk around." ”

Xia Jiejie thought carefully about "can I call the palace maid", and felt that her brother's suggestion was more reliable, so she answered, and then hurried out of the courtyard.

Before leaving, he carefully locked the door.