Looking at the sitting figure, Lin Huang was obviously frightened.

That figure looked like a middle-aged man, not at all like a person who had lived for more than two hundred years. Half of the face is exceptionally handsome, white as jade, revealing the warmth and charity of Buddhism.

However, the other half of the face was extremely hideous and ugly, with blood flowing on it, full of a strong killing atmosphere, which was intimidating.

The middle-aged man is wearing a robe and his hands are clasped together in front of his chest.

The same is true of the hands, one hand as white as a jade hand, and the other as hideous as a ghost's claw.

Half Buddha, half demon!

Looking at that figure, Lin Huang suddenly thought of this word.

"You're here!"

In the stupa, the half-Buddha and half-demon sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes. However, the latter only opened the left eye on half of his white face, which was extraordinarily compassionate, including the color of compassion.

"I've seen Master Wuzen!"

Lin Huang bowed respectfully and stepped forward to approach Ye Wuchan. Then he asked, "Why is the master like this?"

Lin Huang couldn't imagine what kind of experience had tortured a generation of martial kings to such a point, half Buddha and half Buddha. If the eyes of the Buddha are opened, it is compassion to pass through the world, if half of the devil's face is open......

Ye Wuchan smiled silently, but did not return to the problem of Lin Huang, but said calmly:

"More than ten years ago, Lin Changtian's benefactor once entered the pagoda. He told the poor monk that maybe one day in a certain year, someone would re-enter the pagoda, and sure enough, he said it!"

Well?

Lin Huang frowned slightly, slightly doubtful in his heart, and asked, "Why is this?"

Ye Wuchan still didn't answer Lin Huang's question, but raised his compassionate gaze, his voice was a little hoarse, and said, "The poor monk wants to borrow something from the donor!"

Lin Huang scratched his head, "If you want me to stay in the Wuzen Temple, it's impossible!"

"Naturally not!"

Ye Wuchan chuckled, "The temple of Wuchan Temple is too small, and it can't survive the demons in the main body!"

Lin Huang looked stunned, and immediately took two steps back vigilantly. If Xiao Yishan knew the existence of his martial soul, it would not be surprising. But although Ye Wuchan is a generation of martial kings, he should not have this ability.

He can actually see through the Heavenly Shura in his body.

"The poor monk guessed!"

Ye Wuchan suddenly spoke, but the half of his white face was extremely determined, and then continued: "It is precisely because of this that the poor monk wants to borrow something from the donor!"

"What is it?"

Lin Huang asked.

Ye Wuchan's eyes were shining, like a Buddha's light sprinkled, only chuckling, but it made Lin Huang's eyes sting, and he took a few steps back.

"Eight-armed Shura Ding!"

Ye Wuchan said with a smile.

Lin Huang suddenly frowned, looking at Ye Wuchan, who was half a Buddha and half a demon, his mind was condensed.

"What does Master Lin think of this poor monk's skin?"

Ye Wuchan didn't wait for Lin Huang to respond, and then asked.

"Pretty handsome ......"

Lin Huang said very honestly, causing Ye Wuchan to smile slightly, and his face as white as jade actually revealed a touch of sentimentality of reminiscence.

"Back then, when I first entered the rivers and lakes, everyone said so!"

Ye Wuchan pursed his lips and chuckled, making the Buddha nature around his body vivid, not as lifeless as before, which was depressing.

That year, the poor monk was just nineteen years old, and when he was a young man in fresh clothes, he threw a lot of money in his green shirt. One body turned to the Fourteen Dynasties, and one sword once blocked a million divisions!"

The smile on Ye Wuchan's face became more and more vivid, and the smile was very clean and pure, "But in that year, the poor monk also met Xuanyuan Wuxiang, and also met Ah Tears!"

"I remember that it was March 18th, and the three of us hit it off at first sight in the Falling Moon City Tower, from martial arts, history, people, and folk customs, we talked about the country, the common people, and the world, and talked about how many years an ant can live, why there is an animal like a donkey, and why the three thousand beauties in the harem of the Shangguan Dynasty don't have a son......"

"That night, Xuanyuan Wuxiang and I drank blood and became friends under the witness of Ah Tears!"

The smile on Ye Wuchan's face became more and more brilliant, just like a young man who had just entered the rivers and lakes, so pure and thorough, and his smile was like a spring breeze.

"It's just that on that day, I also fell in love with Ah Tears, to be precise, it was love at first sight!"

The smile on Ye Wuchan's face became a little bitter, and after pursing his lips, he coughed and said, "Ah Tear is not very beautiful, but it is as gentle as a pool of autumn water, as clear as a pool of clear spring, and as knowledgeable as the ocean!"

"It's a pity...... Ah Tear fell in love with Xuanyuan Wuxiang!"

Ye Wuchan closed his eyes and sighed, as if he still had some regrets.

Lin Huang was silent, when he was in Xuanyuan Mansion, he heard Xuanyuan mention that the emotional entanglement between these three people was there. Until now, Lin Huang also feels a little bloody.

"I used to whip famous horses drunk, and I used to laugh and throw a lot of money. The young man who has just entered the rivers and lakes is so high-spirited, but how ignorant and conceited!"

Ye Wuchan sighed, as if he was a little sad, and the compassion in his eyes became more and more intense, "The poor monk is half a year older than Xuanyuan Wuxiang, and the poor monk saw Ah Tear first." Moreover, the sword of the poor monk can block millions of teachers, and he will definitely win the first person in Dongling one day. But why did Ah Tear choose to be with Xuanyuan Wuxiang".

"The poor monks feel that they have betrayed me!"

Ye Wuchan's voice was very calm, but in that calm, he couldn't suppress the tremor in his emotions after all.

"There are 30 million Buddhist texts in the world, and the only love word is the most murderous!"

Ye Wuchan sighed suddenly, slowly lifted the robe, revealing half of the torn white robe inside, and continued:

"On the day they were together, I, Ye Wuchan, cut off my robe with Xuanyuan Wuxiang, cut off the relationship, and swore that I would never enter Xuanyuan City again in this life!"

When he said this, Ye Wuchan's half-Buddha and half-demon body trembled and almost fell to the ground. Lin Huang stepped forward quickly and held one of them up.

Ye Wuchan continued, "At that time, if the poor monk wanted to kill Xuanyuan Wuxiang, he only needed a sword. But the poor monk can't let go of Ah Tears after all, she is called Ah Tears, how can the poor monk bear to let her cry sadly!"

"Therefore, when Xuanyuan Wuxiang and Ah Tear got married, I built a Wuzen Temple here, and I had the right to think that there was no Ye Wuchan in this world!"

Ye Wuchan's half-Buddha face was full of smiles, but it was extremely bitter, and full of sighs, "Less than seven days after they got married, Yin Yang Valley was born!"

When he said this, Ye Wuchan's brows furrowed for the first time.

"You must have heard of the matter of Yin Yang Valley!"

Ye Wuchan turned his head to stare at Lin Huang, and said calmly, "Xuanyuan Wu gathered ten batches of life masters, built the land of the locked dragon, and laid down eight detention seals in the Yin Yang Valley."

Lin Huang nodded silently.

"During that period of time, the poor monk stood on the top of Wuchan Mountain day and night, wanting to go down the mountain to see what kind of cow, ghost, snake and god were in the Yin Yang Valley, and see that I Ye Wuchan could be wiped out with a sword. It's just that at that time, I still held a grudge against Xuanyuan Wuxiang after all, and I didn't want to meet him!"

"And what about later?"

In the pagoda, Lin Huang asked.

"Later ......"

Ye Wuchan's expression was stunned, and he breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, and then he choked up a little, "The poor monk has not yet come down the mountain, and the news of Xuanyuan Wuxiang's death came!"

"That day was the first time the poor monk cried in his life! Just when the poor monk finally decided to carry his sword down the mountain, someone sent a letter and something to trap the poor monk in this place for more than 200 years......

(End of chapter)