I draw a card first

Chapter 190

Looking at the weird river, Ai Wen's eyes were serious. There is no doubt that this is definitely not a good place.

Inside the tomb?

Subconsciously withdrawing his gaze from below, someone who wanted to look around again was suddenly taken aback, because without any warning, a woman in a classic long dress with her back turned to her suddenly appeared on the side of the bridge.

The other party appeared so silently, and the surrounding environment was so harmonious and unified, as if the other party had existed there since ancient times.

Well, this should be the real master who dragged him in.

After hesitating for a moment, Ai Wen just wanted to open his mouth to test, but he quietly looked at the endless waves, and the silent woman suddenly raised her hand gently.

Between her abnormally fair jade fingers, which seemed to have no trace of blood, she was gently pinching a very familiar red flower, with a blood-red teardrop floating on it...

Subconsciously, he carefully looked at the flower that bloomed like blood and the strange tears, and Ai Wen's pupils shrank suddenly.

If he read it correctly, it seems to be the [Hell Blood Orchid] and... [Devil's Tears] that he put in the storage ring as sundries!
This discovery made his heart skip a beat.

Although the water-cutting template itself seems to be able to perfectly cover up his own abnormalities, neither the Holy Light nor the demigod's identity will be revealed, but the storage ring and the nine palace gourd do not have this ability.

The two are just low-level equipment items. For those real gods and demons, they are almost the same as being undefended!
To be honest, there are quite a lot of messy things inside. If the other party really wants to peep, they will definitely find a lot of abnormal information!

to suffer...

Someone is already seriously considering how likely it is to take out the [Dongfeng No. [-] Mushroom Egg Launch Vehicle] from the ring and become an artistic bomber to block the mysterious woman in front of him. Unfortunately, through his semi-god state From a horizontal comparison...

not much hope…

"Did you collect this flower and this tear?"

An ethereal and clear female voice came from all around. The tone of the female voice was very light and cold, like a fog that would not dissipate for thousands of years.

The faint pressure made Aiwen feel that it became difficult to breathe. This feeling was not unfamiliar to him. It was the pressure that naturally arises when the gap in life levels is too large.

"The strength of cutting off the water flow is still not enough!"

With a sigh in his heart, Aiwen thought about it and finally did not choose to change back to the prototype immediately. Instead, he used great perseverance to control the instinctive trembling of his body, and nodded slightly to see what the other party wanted to say.

"That's it"

There was no sadness or joy in the woman's tone, and there was another brief silence.

With a long sigh, suddenly, the tip of the mysterious woman's little finger flicked lightly on the blood orchid, and tears fell down immediately, turning into blood-like frost in an instant.

The same bright red and delicate petals suddenly turned into a piece of ice flower under the erosion of frost, and then... shattered!
"You remind me of some not-so-good memories. For the sake of fairness, how about I let you reincarnate for a lifetime?"

After that, the mysterious woman didn't give Aiwen a chance to refuse at all, and countless fogs burst out like an avalanche from all around in an instant.

Aiwen cursed secretly and instantly changed back to his original form. He just turned into the form of Quel'Dalas and wanted to fight, but he only heard a slightly surprised "Hey", and he was instantly overwhelmed by endless fog.
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In the Jiangnan water town, since ancient times, there have been endless tenderness and endless complaints between men and women.

Countless Taoist temples and temples surrounded by mountains and rivers seem to be silent witnesses of all these, how many sad people have been accommodated, and how many love stories have disappeared.
There is country slang cloud:

I am afraid, dare not enter the Buddha
I'm afraid, the world is safe and secure, and it will not fail the Tathagata and not disappoint the Qing.

I am confused, dare not enter the Tao
Afraid, the road is too high to forget love, looking back is no longer an old friend
I have fear, dare not enter the world of mortals

I'm afraid, my life is miserable, how can I bear to share the mulberry with Qing?
But Ai Wen didn't understand these things very well, because he was a young monk raised by an old monk since he was a child.

When the old monk went down the mountain for alms, he happened to be drinking water by the river and rescued a baby who was abandoned by his parents in a wooden basin for some reason and went down the river.

There was no special identification on the baby wrapped in the red coarse cloth, only a piece of paper with the word "Ewen" written on it.

From then on, on the little famous hill named Suyun Mountain, there was even less fame. In the small temple where there was only one old monk left, there was an extra little monk who was screaming.

The child was raised by the old monk with animal milk from the mountain, and then he grew up little by little. In the blink of an eye, eighteen cold and hot days passed, and he has become a quite heroic young man.

Of course, he is still a monk whose scalp can reflect light.

It's a pity that at this time, the old monk can no longer bear the mighty power of the years, and he is aging day by day visible to the naked eye.

He is really too old, he is 75 years old, and he is definitely a rare longevity person in this era.

But death, apparently, does not forget either.

So one night, the old monk finally passed away silently in the room with a smile on his face.

After the little monk Aiwen cried and cremated his master, facing the empty temple, he felt at a loss for the first time.

"Otherwise, let's recite the Buddhist scriptures."

Thinking in this way, he got up and found the "Shurangama Sutra" that his master loved most.

Picking up the slightly yellowed scripture scroll, in an instant, the master's angry scolding seemed to echo in his mind again. Ai Wen was slightly taken aback, and then hurried out to fetch water to wash his hands.

After making sure that it had been washed clean, he ran back to the room again and opened the book carefully.

Chewing every word on the Buddhist scriptures, his heart finally gradually calmed down.

However, maybe it was God's destiny that he would not be peaceful today, and soon a "hee hee" laughter came from his side, interrupting the little monk Aiwen's original thoughts abruptly.

Ai Wen suddenly got a little angry, and turned his head suddenly, but was immediately stunned.

Because what appeared outside the door was actually a young and beautiful young girl who was holding the door and leaning her body, curiously looking inside from the temple gate.

The girl was wearing a white sand dress. When she saw Ai Wen looking at her, she stuck out her tongue and made a grimace, and then bounced away with a crisp laugh.
That night, Ai Wen suffered from insomnia for the second time since he could remember.

The first time was when the master passed away, but this time, it was because the figure in white was always in my mind.

"Amitabha."

Ivan sighed, put on his patched Baina monk robe, got up and walked out of the room.

His footsteps paused slightly in front of the door where the master used to live, then stepped out of the temple door and looked up at the bright moonlight above his head.

Under the moonlight, it can be seen that the whole small temple is a house divided into two parts. The front is the external Buddhist hall. A wooden Buddha statue is placed on the old mahogany table. Grass futon.

Behind the Buddhist hall are three small rooms.

Two of them belonged to the original bedroom of the master and the apprentice, and one was a utility room. Because of the limited overall space, the simple stove was on the side of the temple, and a small shed was built on it to barely cover it.

This is the whole Suyun Temple.

At Suyun Temple on Suyun Mountain, Ai Wen silently recited this sentence, and suddenly laughed for some reason.

Maybe sometimes, happiness is so simple, right?

(End of this chapter)