Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1511 The two generations are monks, and they will transform her. 4
When Wu Wang talked about this, his eyes were closed, and he continued, with a voice that was ethereal: "Later, Li Hengxiang did good deeds and accumulated virtue, and built a pagoda for him. She wanted to cultivate this little affection, in exchange for the next life, and in the next life, she still became A witch who kills without batting an eye..."

The Buddhists say that all phenomena in the world are created by the harmony of karma, and disappear by the separation of karma.

At that time, Qi Fan called Chen.

The dust is gone, the world is gone, but his dust, I am afraid it will never be gone.

There are bursts of Zen sounds, and the rhythmic ringing of temple bells wakes up the resting birds.

"Little monk, why don't you play with me." Mingyue rested her elbows on the wooden table, and looked at the young monk who was only interested in wooden fish with bright almond eyes.

Since the first time she went up to the mountain with her parents to worship the Buddha, and met Liaochen who was letting the birds fly, she worked tirelessly to go up the mountain every day, pestering him to play with her.

At that time, Liao Chen hadn't lost his hair yet, his hair was scattered like ink on the monk's arms, and he was as handsome as a gentleman, which was a unique scenery in the temple.

At that time, the bright moon and the fifteenth year were just at the right age, with a beautiful face and a cheerful temperament, just like a mountain full of daisies, full of vitality.

"I haven't swept the grounds of the temple yet. If Master finds out, he will punish me." Liao Chen sighed and looked at Mingyue with embarrassment.

Mingyue said bitterly: "Master is long, master is short, little monk, you really don't understand style."

He is a monk, so naturally he doesn't know any style, but despite this, Mingyue is still happy to show her obvious thoughts in front of him.

"Little monk, anyway, you haven't been ordained yet, otherwise, you should return to vulgarity, and then I will marry you."

She said this many times, and each time, Liaochen's face turned red until half the sky reached the ears, and she couldn't stop muttering: "Relic, the color is not different from the emptiness, and the emptiness is not different from the color..."

Two years passed like this.

Two years passed like water, and Mingyue did not go up the mountain on this day.

Liao Chenben was a little puzzled, she always went up the mountain every day, rain or shine, so she felt uneasy in her heart, and thought that maybe she had something to do, so she suppressed her inner thoughts.

As he was thinking about it, the brothers who came and went stopped him.

"Liaochen, do you know that something happened at the foot of the mountain. A traitor from a sect in the Jianghu fled to the foot of the mountain. In order to find out the traitor, that sect bloodbathed the people at the foot of the mountain. I heard that only a few survived. Sin, sin."

As soon as the senior brother's words fell, the dust rushed out like the wind, and the ink hair was flying in the wind.

There are only a few people who survived, so, is she among them?
Liaochen never thought that one day, he would go down the mountain, and one day, his heart would only be filled with one person's name.

bright moon.

You are fine.

That day, Liaochen was almost insane.

He broke into the village amidst the bloody storm, and looked for Mingyue's figure during the massacre. The monk's robe was stained red with blood. He looked at the blood flowing all over the ground, but he couldn't find Mingyue.

The little monk cried and his eyes turned red.

Empty villages, streams of blood flowing into rivers, blood mixed with the breath, but only, without her, or perhaps, she has been mixed in the piles of corpses, unable to distinguish clearly.

When Liaochen returned to the temple in a daze, the sky had already turned black, and the temple was solemnly surrounded by fog, as if isolated from the world.

There was a bright moon in the sky, Liaochen suddenly put his palms together, and sat down facing the sky, the moonlight spread densely, like brocade.

A thick tear fell from the cheek, mixed into the muddy ground that seemed to have a hint of blood.

Three years later.

The world is changing rapidly, and another sect suddenly emerges.

Tianqimen.

(End of this chapter)