The protagonist of destiny is online

Chapter 57

If Wu is the Sky Witch, it is actually not difficult to guess.

Ye Huanhuan and King Luo Zhou couldn't tell, firstly, she hadn't shown up before, and secondly, her appearance and character were really the opposite of the rumored alluring and reckless Sky Witch.

But she is a demon cultivator, even if she proclaims her memory and cultivation level, she still can't hide the demon energy in her body.

Luozhou Wang Xiu's strength is not low, but he was also deceived by his appearance, so he didn't investigate carefully.

"Monk, you haven't answered my question yet."

Yan Xuekong raised his brows and eyes slightly, and sat lazily. He clearly had the appearance of a lonely and unsullied celestial being, but when he smiled, he had the air of a young man.

The golden eyes flowed, looking forward to shine.

The Buddha watched, couldn't help but look away, and said "Amitabha".

"Your Highness, the little monk recites the Buddhist scriptures for the Heavenly Witch every night, in order to help her cultivate her body and mind with the Dharma. When she returns after the catastrophe, she will still have good thoughts in her heart."

"Buddhas and demons are mutually restrained. What you do will only make her uncomfortable and rebellious." Yan Xuekong said: "Today she told me that because of you chanting scriptures, she has a headache every night and cannot sleep well."

The Buddha explained: "That's because of her deep demon nature."

Yan Xuekong said helplessly: "To be honest, I also have a headache when I hear it."

Buddha: "..."

Is his chanting really hard to hear?

When he was in Xizhou, every time he gave lectures, there were no empty seats, and even his master praised him for his outstanding talent and his outstanding talent.

Seeing this, Yan Xuekong withdrew his sword energy, rested his hand on his chin, and said with a light smile: "Monk, I think that to cross people's hearts, it is not as simple as dispelling demon nature, what do you think?" ?”

"Your Highness said so."

Listening to him saying "monk" one by one, the Buddha knew that what he said "same long admiration" was completely deceptive. His Royal Highness didn't even know his own name, so he could only say: "Your Highness, the little monk's dharma name 'See the truth'."

Yan Xuekong almost uttered the words "see real brother", but swallowed it back when he thought of something, and said nonchalantly, "Okay, okay, remember."

He responded a little softly.

The Buddha lowered his head, and said "Amitabha" again, before saying: "The little monk came here to relieve the difficulties in Xizhou. The demon girl in the sky needs to overcome the calamity of love to practice magic arts. According to His Highness, what should I do?"

Yan Xuekong blinked his eyes and said, "Aren't you here to save the Witch? I still want to ask you how to get through the Tribulation of Love."

Buddha: "..."

The atmosphere is bewildered and silent.

Shaking people when in doubt, Yan Xuekong beckoned, brought Buddha to Ye Huanhuan's door, and knocked on the door for help.

Ye Huanhuan didn't sleep, so he opened the door quickly and invited them into the room. Fozi was embarrassed to enter the women's boudoir, he hesitated, and was dragged into the room by Yan Xuekong's traction technique.

After greeting each other and explaining the situation, Ye Huanhuan served hot tea and said with a smile: "Your Highness, a disciple of the Buddha, for those who have overcome the calamity of love, there must first be someone who can make them fall in love, and then break through the barrier of love and gain enlightenment."

As she spoke, she also told a few short stories about love and hatred to help the two of them understand.

I don't know whether she was intentional or not, but the examples she gave were righteous geniuses and witches, Buddhist monks and witches, who knew and fell in love with each other, but were forced by their status to end tragically.

Hearing that the Buddha's brows were slightly frowned, he couldn't help explaining: "Miss Ye, Buddhism is abstaining from sex, but if you act recklessly, you can ask for punishment and return to the secular world. After you return to the secular world, no one will care about it. It's not so unreasonable."

"That's because there are too many similar things happening, and it's inevitable that the tragedy will repeat itself, and gradually become enlightened."

Ye Huanhuan looked at him, and thoughtfully said: "Buddha, the Shura tribe is ready to move, and the king of Luozhou is watching. If you want to solve the predicament of Xizhou, the fastest way is to 'feed the devil with your body'."

The corners of Buddha's eyes twitched slightly.

To feed a demon with one's body, to put it bluntly, is to take the initiative to seduce the sky witch, have a romantic relationship with her, and then emotionalize her to shake her position.

Of course, seduction may not work, it depends on whether the witch likes it or not.

This is different from Luozhou King's plundering and plundering. What is important is that you get what you want and what you want.

It's just that this matter is also extremely dangerous. Some people have done this before. As a result, the demon boss found out the love barrier, but the demon feeder was stuck in it and couldn't get out, and died in depression.

Therefore, demon feeders must be those with a firm heart.

Ye Huanhuan thought that Fozi was a very suitable candidate, so he made this proposal.

"If the little monk does this, he will be beaten to death by the master."

"Yeah, but you said just now that the teacher is very reasonable and can return to vulgarity."

Yan Xuekong caught his loophole and hit the nail on the head.

The Buddha said righteously: "The little monk is dedicated to the Buddha, and the sky witch is the most disgusting. Your Highness has a very happy conversation with her. According to the little monk, Your Highness can give it a try."

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but once he said it, Yan Xuekong remembered what happened during the day, and immediately sighed listlessly.

Ye Huanhuan quickly defended: "Buddha, Your Highness is still young, how can you push this kind of thing to him? You are the witch who wants to cross the sky, so I will help you make an idea."

Buddha asked with a wry smile: "Miss Ye, is there no other way?"

Ye Huanhuan shook his head, Fozi paused, got up and saluted them, and went out to think about life.

It was getting late, and Yan Xuekong was about to leave, but Ye Huanhuan lowered his voice and said, "Your Highness, today my elder brother quietly sent me a message, and he left a message - King Luo Zhou is investigating Qiu Mo Ning."

Qiu Moning, the owner of the Jinfeng Yulu Pavilion.

Why did King Luo Zhou investigate her?There is no way to suspect that she is a sky witch. Could it be that there is some old grudge?

After receiving the news, Ye Huanhuan was puzzled.

Yan Xuekong turned his golden eyes slightly, nodded and said: "I see, Sister Huanhuan, leave this matter to me, you can rest."

When he went out, he swept his eyes and saw that the lights in Chou Mo Ning's room were still on. With a touch of his toes, he landed lightly on the roof. He didn't directly spy on it, but just listened quietly to the movement in the room.

There is a soundproof barrier in the house.

But he couldn't stop Yan Xuekong.

He listened, but he didn't hear Qiu Mourning's voice, only a hoarse male voice sounded, with some kind of hysterical madness: "The big revenge has not been avenged, how can there be peace? Hurry up, hurry up."

The vocal cords choked, like complaining like weeping.

Yan Xuekong was startled, and finally cast a spell, seeing the scene inside the house.

There was no charming beautiful woman in the daytime, only a handsome man sitting in front of the vanity mirror, wearing a skirt, talking to himself with tears streaming down his cheeks, as if he was talking to someone.

Qiu Mo Ning turned out to be a man!

Yan Xuekong recalled his behavior during the day, the disguise was so natural that it was seamless, no one noticed that he was a man disguised as a woman.

The world is so big that there are no surprises.

When he looked again, Qiu Mo Ning seemed to have poured out all his sufferings, wiped away his tears, and changed back into a charming woman again. He sat on the bed and turned off the lamp.

As the moon sets, the morning light jumps out of the horizon, and the sun rises slowly.

Yan Xuekong kept his figure hidden, still sitting on the roof, spinning the Yin-Yang brush in his hand, thinking loosely.

Buddha stood facing the wall all night, as if he had finally figured something out. When he turned around, his face showed a kind of heaviness and determination of "I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell".

With a "squeak", Hou Ruo carefully opened the door, carried a wooden bucket, walked to the well, and fetched water before everyone got up.

When there were too many people, she was afraid and unwilling to come out.

Wan Ruo filled a bucket of water and was about to turn around when she saw a shadow standing behind her out of the corner of her eye. She backed away in shock, her face turned pale, and the wooden bucket in her hand fell to the ground.

"You, who are you?"

"Girl, don't be afraid."

Wan Ruo took a closer look, but he was a young monk in cassock, handsome and compassionate, not like a bad person.

She thought of something and said nervously: "You are the monk who recites sutras every night? I didn't hear the sound of chanting sutras last night. Could it be that after you were chased away by Brother Immortal, you held a grudge and wanted to take revenge?"

The Buddha chanted "Amitabha" and said, "Miss, I have no malicious intentions."

Wan Ruo held the well rope: "Then, then you should go quickly."

The Buddha opened his mouth, and every word he said was extremely difficult and bitter: "Girl, I came here to ask you, would you like to let me be the object of your love?"

If you didn't understand what a love object is, you looked at a loss.

The Buddha's heart is ashamed, he has sacrificed too much for the people of Xizhou and the peace of the world!

"It means developing a relationship with the monk."

"..."

Their eyes met, one was dull and the other was numb.

"Help, help! Immortal brother! The monk is sick! The monk is crazy!" Hou Ruo regained consciousness, was so frightened that he ran around with his head in his arms, accidentally stepped on a puddle, slipped under his feet, and fell straight into the well.

At this moment, a clean and flawless holy lotus bloomed at the mouth of the well, supported her trembling body, floated up, and sent it to the ground.

Wan Ruo wept with joy: "Brother Immortal!"

Yan Xuekong flew over from the eaves, stood in front of her, sighed before saying a word, and looked at the Buddha with puzzled eyes, wondering why there is such a unparalleled fool in the world.

Is this the Xizhou Buddha who is born with a Buddha heart and saves all living beings?

If you don't make a sound, it's a blockbuster.

It was also the first time Fozi encountered such a situation, and he looked at His Highness the Prince as if asking for help.

He managed to overcome the psychological barrier and decided to "feed the demon with his body" as Miss Ye said, but why would the heavenly witch who had transformed into a ghost be frightened like this?

Yan Xuekong didn't look at him, and made a gesture, indicating, go, go quickly.

Fozi heaved a sigh of relief, clapped his hands gratefully at him, and quickly disappeared in place as if he had escaped a catastrophe.

Yan Xuekong turned around, looked at the weeping girl, took candy out of the lucky bag and handed it to her, comfortingly said: "Don't be afraid, the monk has already left."

Wu Ruo took it, sobbing and saying: "He, he..."

"He didn't mean anything malicious, so you just treat him as an idiot who has grown from a dead wood. Next time you meet him, knock on him, and he will wake up." Yan Xuekong helped her up without touching her hand, and immediately, He fetched water for her again, cast a spell and sent her into the house.

Looking at the boy, Wu Ruo couldn't help but ask, "Brother Immortal, why are you so kind to me?"

"Is there?" Yan Xuekong was puzzled, and replied: "I treat you the same as I treat others."

Wan Ruo smiled through tears, and slowly approached the house, and when closing the door, said softly: "In the eyes of gods, all living beings are equal, what a joy, but all beings think they are special, what a pity."

The door was closed, blocking the girl's sentimental eyes.

Hearing this, Yan Xuekong inexplicably remembered Xie Yuchen's words.

—— "Yan Yan, when you grow up, every move, every frown and smile will be misunderstood."

It is also about being kind to others and making friends. When you are young, everyone praises you, but when you grow up, your hearts fluctuate.

Yan Xuekong stood by the well, flicking his sleeves lightly, the boy's shadow on the water surface gradually transformed into a child, the illusion disappeared, and transformed back again.

He watched quietly, feeling a sense of loss for some reason.