In the vast ancient pagoda of Buddha's light, Lin Huang's eyebrows condensed slightly, and he had roughly guessed what was in Ye Wuchan's mouth.

"The letter was left to me by Xuanyuan Wuxiang!"

Ye Wuchan lowered his brows and said gently, "He is talented in this life and has seen the world. There are only a few letters to the poor monks!"

When he said this, Ye Wuchan smiled bitterly.

"That thing is an eight-armed Shura Ding?"

Lin Huang didn't care about the content of the letter, he just wanted to know what the thing in Ye Wuchan's mouth was.

Ye Wuchan closed his eyes and nodded slowly.

Lin Huang looked slightly puzzled, not understanding the cause and effect of this......

Then, Ye Wuchan spoke again, "The eight-armed Shura Ding was originally a thing of the Xuanyuan family, and it has been in the Eastern Spirit Realm for many years. It was back in the hands of Xuanyuan Wuxiang!"

"Before Xuanyuan Wuxiang died, he sent the eight-armed Shura Ding here!"

Ye Wuchan suddenly raised his head, his eyes staring at Lin Huang calmly, "So Lord Lin, now you can understand, why did the poor monk borrow the benefactor's eight-armed Shura Ding?"

In the ancient tower, Lin Huang shook his head, and then asked:

"I don't know what the eight-armed Shura Ding does?"

Ye Wuchan's expression was stunned, and his white jade palm touched half of his sleeping demon face, and then muttered: "The donor should understand that the eight-armed Shura Ding is related to the eighth detention of the Yin Yang Valley!"

Lin Huang nodded, "But the juniors don't know, what does this have to do with Wuzen Temple?"

"If the poor monk said that before Xuanyuan Wuxiang died, he actually only laid down seven detentions to blockade the Yin Yang Valley, can Lord Lin believe it?"

Ye Wuchan spoke.

Lin Huang's expression froze, and then he was moved: "Wuzen Temple is the eighth detention?!"

Ye Wuchan smiled, and did not answer Lin Huang directly, but continued: "According to Xuanyuan Wuxiang's guidance in the letter, there is this pagoda in the Wuchan Temple, and there is also a poor monk who is half a Buddha and half a demon?"

"Does the donor know what's under this stupa?"

Ye Wuchan asked.

Lin Huang frowned slightly, and then asked guessingly, "Connected to the Yin Yang Valley?"

"Right under the poor monk's ass!"

Ye Wuchan smiled, but it was extremely shocking. It wasn't until this moment that Lin Huangfang realized that since he entered the pagoda, Ye Wuchan hadn't moved a single step.

Just sitting calmly in the stupa like that, like a mountain, like a dead rotten wood.

"Under this stupa, I don't know how many blood crows exist. At the beginning of the establishment of the pagoda, the poor monk was extremely conceited, and the sword did not enter it, but he was frightened back!"

Lin Huang's eyebrows condensed slightly, and he saw Ye Wuchan continue:

Later, the poor monks took the stupa as the formation and the eight-armed Shura Ding as the eye. Establish the eighth detention of Yin Yang Valley and completely seal this entrance!"

In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan coughed twice, but his compassionate face showed a strong sentimentality: "It's a pity...... After Xuanyuan Wuxiang died, Ah Tear went to the Sanshang Zen Temple, and the poor monks couldn't see her!"

Ye Wuchan raised his eyes, looked at Lin Huang again, and said with a smile: "Do you know that the woman who is as weak as water is the Sanshang Wuchan Temple in white clothes and holding the Xuanyuan clan flag after Xuanyuan Wuxiang's death?"

"At that time...... But I am bent on establishing the eighth detention, otherwise the calamity of the Yin and Yang Valley will never be broken!"

Ye Wuchan calmly told the past, a white face plate was extremely moved, and his face was sad.

"For the first time, I heard Ah Tear crying outside the temple, like a homeless kitten, begging my brother to avenge his husband and kill all the thieves in the world."

"The second time, Ah Xi knelt outside the Wuzen Temple for seven days and seven nights, she didn't say a word, but her head was covered with blood!"

In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan's voice was extremely choked, and even though he had practiced Buddhism for more than two hundred years, his mind was still like a wave, and his body was a little trembling:

"When it came to the third time, she went to the Wuzen Temple again, but she no longer begged me, just waited for the poor monk for three days, threw down a sentence and then went down the mountain!"

Ye Wuchan sighed and chuckled, his charitable eyes were full of sadness, "That time, Ah Tear went down the mountain for half an hour. When he walked down the mountain, Ah Tear was already full of white hair and his face was dull.

"She exchanged her talent and lifespan for seven days of the Wuhou realm."

In the pagoda, in the eyes of Ye Wuchan's Buddha, the tears that had been suppressed for two hundred years quietly crossed. He looked at his hands with a sad expression.

Lin Huang was also a little moved when he heard this. The woman called Ah Tear is also worthy of being a strange woman in the world, with a pure heart but affectionate and sexual.

"On the third day after Ah Tear went down the mountain, the poor monk finally built the eighth detention!"

Ye Wuchan laughed, but he laughed extremely sadly, and the Buddha's eyes were full of self-deprecation, "The poor monk hurriedly went down the mountain, killing all the way to Xuanyuan City, but stopped in Falling Moon City!"

"Moonfall City ......"

Ye Wuchan took a long and sour breath, "It was on that city tower that the poor monk and Xuanyuan Wuxiang became friends for eight worships, and the poor monk fell in love with Ah Tear at first sight, and the poor monk cut off his robe with Xuanyuan Wuxiang here!"

In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan suddenly choked up and cried, and on the face of charity, there was still a great regret in this life, "On that day, the poor monk was outside the Falling Moon City, and he saw Ah Tears again!"

"Dressed in white, his hair is as white as snow, holding the Xuanyuan clan flag, and his eyebrows are as cold as a sword of ice. Facing thirty martial marquis and eight hundred heavenly yuan alone, he is not afraid!"

She saw that the poor monk was under the city tower, but her eyes showed contempt!

Ye Wuchan sighed, full of endless sadness, and muttered the words of the woman back then, "Who I like is my choice, since you have cut off your robe, go back to Wuchan Temple! Today, even if I die in battle, I don't need the slightest mercy from you!"

"This is the last thing Tears said to me!"

In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan burst into tears, where is there still half a point of peace and peace. It's like going back more than 200 years ago, watching the moon fall in the city, the woman in white clothes slaughtered in all directions, and finally fell into a siege and killed herself!

"Perhaps, at the moment when Xuanyuan Wuxiang died, Ah Tear's predecessor had already followed!"

Lin Huang comforted Ye Wuchan.

"How can the poor monk not know?"

Ye Wuchan laughed at himself, "But a heart that has been emotional, how can it be peaceful, and where can it be placed?"

"I saw that outside the pagoda, there were 3,000 steles. For the sake of Xuanyuan Wuxiang's last wish, and for the sake of the Xuanyuan family, the predecessors also spent their lives and efforts, so why should they trap themselves in a cage!"

Ye Wuchan smiled sadly, but shook his head and said nothing, the so-called friendship of eight worships, the so-called woman who once fell in love with the bone marrow, how can it be buried by years and time.

"I don't know why my predecessors became what they are now?"

Lin Huang then asked.

At the beginning, Ye Wuchan successfully established a detention and blocked the Yin and Yang Valley. But now the latter has become a half-demon and half-Buddha, killing and compassion together, I think there was a change later.

Ye Wuchan's expression was slightly plenched, and then he folded his hands and sighed, "Because not long after, Ciye brought the eight-armed Shura Ding out of Wuchan Temple!"

"Ciye?"

Lin Huang was slightly puzzled.

Ye Wuchan shook his head and said calmly: "His common name is Chen Ruoxu!"

(End of chapter)