A guilt that transcends time and space is still told from a short distance.

But the old eunuch felt that the knot in his heart seemed to be released the moment he saw the woman.

The woman was not as tormented by the years in this cold palace as he imagined.

On the contrary, it is just a little more weak than before.

Everything else remains the same, the same.

......

A drama of deep love and longevity was staged in the cold palace.

At the same time, in the courtyard where Zen Taoism was enshrined, a bloodied figure suddenly broke in and landed under the ginkgo tree.

The little novice who heard the movement thought that it was another foreign wild cat coming over the wall from the courtyard, and the master had told him last time that when he saw the wild cat, he must not stay any longer, otherwise he would be punished for copying a few scriptures.

But when he came out with an oil lamp, he was startled by the scene in front of him.

Where are the wildcats in front of you?

It's clearly a blood-stained man!

The whole body was bright red, and it was shocking.

It was like a demon crawling out of hell, so hideous and terrifying that it almost scared the little novice out of tears.

"Little Monk...... Where's your master?"

This person spoke the unorthodox official dialect of Dayan.

But fortunately, the little novice understood, and tremblingly stretched out a finger and pointed behind the man.

The latter slowly turned his head and saw an old monk, dressed in a precious robe, who seemed to have never taken it off from beginning to end, and the Zen staff in his hand could still reflect the light under the bright moon.

"Division...... Senior Brother ......"

The man looked up and showed a miserable smile on his face, which was also covered in blood.

It can be vaguely seen that he is not too old, but his body exudes bursts of yin energy that belongs to ghosts, and it is the Buddhist boy in the Western Regions who summoned the ghost Buddha.

"Yesterday I felt restless, as if something big was about to happen, and sure enough, I was going to sleep today. Before going to bed, I calculated a hexagram, and there will be a bad star, but I didn't expect to see you in a moment. ”

The old monk said coldly.

"Hehe, senior brother, the family doesn't speak two words, why did they get to the Central Plains but were divided? The senior brother in the gray robe and robe in the past is gone, and now only the old abbot is left because of the brocade clothes and jade food. ”

The boy smiled, his smile gloomy, ghostly.

"Why don't you follow the master well, what are you fooling around outside all day long? This is not the Western Regions, no one will let you, and this place is still in the palace, and there are many masters, if someone finds out, I am afraid that the soul will be scattered. ”

The old monk said coldly.

In this palace, no one knew about his relationship with Buddhism in the Western Regions, and of course, he didn't want others to know.

Even His Majesty the Emperor may not know his origins, but he is only interested in his unique ability, which allows him to enter the palace with such a place to live and provide various resources.

"Hey, Senior Brother, you are the only one who was not raised by Master, and the rest of the senior brothers all died in front of me. ”

The young man smiled, covered his chest with one hand, and stood up with the ginkgo tree by himself. The golden ginkgo biloba leaves in one place are also stained with mottled blood.

"A ruthless person like the master, how can he live under his hands for half a year, if I hadn't left early, I'm afraid I would have the same fate as those people. ”

The old monk sneered, not only did he not have the slightest respect for the "master" in his mouth, but he had a lot of resentment, mixed with a little fear.

In the vast rivers and lakes of the Western Regions, the law of the jungle is the king, and the survival of the fittest is the rule.

It was the old monk who was old and not as talented as those few monks, but he lived to the end. The last thing is king.

At least judging from the current situation, it is much better to enjoy fine clothes and jade food in the palace than to whimper under the Nine Springs.

He was also sincerely glad in his heart that he chose to leave in the first place.

"Senior brother, senior brother, this is not a posterior, you have already learned half of the master's skills, and when you left, you swore that if you get mixed up in the future, the people in the master will take refuge in you, and you will definitely not refuse, and now I will refuse this posture if I will be rejected by my junior brother?"

The boy wiped the blood that kept pouring out of the corners of his mouth, and the clothes on his body were already in tatters.

I shook my head and told him to take out some pieces of clothes from his room and give them to him.

Although the latter was a little frightened by the person in front of him, he nodded obediently and went back to the room to get a few clothes.

The old monk took the clothes and just looked indifferently at the former junior brother in front of him.

"Don't be ashamed in the palace, I can tell them that you are my subjugated apprentice, and you can have a place to stay for the time being, but the palace will not be a place for you to stay for a long time, and when your injuries are almost healed, then you can leave this place." ”

The old monk's tone was not serious, but there was a meaning between the lines that could not be refused, and the young man smiled and took the clothes.

Injured like this, it's good to have a safe place to stay, where do you dare to ask for more.

"Excuse me, this little nephew will find me a place where I can wash my body, this body smells, and it will be bad if you can't sleep when the time comes. ”

The young man smiled and said, no matter how he looked, he didn't look like a person who was seriously injured and dying.

The little novice glanced at the master in a daze, and after receiving the latter's nod of approval, he took the boy to the place where he bathed and cleansed.

When the little novice left, the cold mountain spring water irrigated from the head, which instantly made the boy sober up a lot, and the wounds on his body were still faintly painful.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of the events of that night's battle.

The ghost Buddha, which is equivalent to the innate realm, is fragmented and has become countless broken stones.

And he was also surrounded by many strong people, although the strong man was exhausted, but there was no shortage of masters like the Nine Immortals.

Even if he relied on the power of the remnants of the ghost Buddha, he would only be able to fight on par with one of them, and maybe even support a few more rounds, and it wouldn't be long before the prototype would be revealed.

Knowing that the situation was not good, he chose the path with the greatest chance - escape!

The people of the Central Plains have a saying that it is good to stay in the green mountains, and they are not afraid of no firewood.

The young man burned all his cultivation and rushed out of a bloody path, although many masters jointly blocked, but he fought hard to achieve supreme cultivation, and finally escaped, leaving a life, and a body full of scars.

Especially when he thought that there was still a string of skull Buddha beads left under the ground, he was quite unwilling in his heart, which was a magic weapon that he had spent half his life trying to find.

"Your Excellency, your delivery has arrived. ”

A voice suddenly appeared.

Before the boy could be alerted, there was suddenly a black package in front of him.