Don't grab the halo of the hero and heroine in quick time travel

Chapter 1

This is a place with a misty fairy air, surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness.

Lying on the couch was a handsome man in a red wedding gown, with a smile on his lips, sleeping peacefully.A woman in the same red wedding dress collapsed, holding his right hand tenderly.

The woman's fingers were slender and slender, with icy muscles and fine bones, and her soft hands were covered with ferocious black lines, winding from the fingers to the sleeves. Only the index finger was white and flawless, but there were also black lines spreading up.

The right hand caressed the man's face, carefully drawing his eyebrows and eyes, but the man could not give any response, and a trace of sadness flashed on the woman's face.

"Call out all the information on the plane that consumes the seal." The woman's stunning face was flawless, and a tear mole at the end of her eye made her perfect with a touch of throbbing.The vermilion lips were slightly crimson, the breath was light, and the tone of the mouth was indifferent. I didn't know who to talk to, but it still disturbed Fanghua.

"Ding, the information has been called up." A crisp electronic voice sounded.

Several screens appeared in front of the woman, neatly arranged.There are men and women in the picture. If you look closely, the men and women in the picture are exactly the same as the woman and the man on the couch, but the other characters have no faces, and the facial features are just blurred, but it does not affect the woman in the slightest to get what she wants. information.

The woman carefully observed every picture, and after an unknown period of time, the woman said in a flat tone: "The next plane, you hide in the dark, you just need to transmit the memory and emotions of the host to me."

"The master wants to find the seal fragments as a reborn?" Zhinao said with some uncertainty.

"Yeah!" The woman nodded flatly.

"But... in that case, the master will be very weak. In case of an accident, even if the brain disintegrates, it will be unavoidable."

"Then let's see how weak I can be, and see if he... really... is willing to let me go." The woman's tone was no longer indifferent, and said quietly.

"This... yes!" Although Zhinao hesitated, he didn't say anything.

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There is a mountain in the distance, and there is a temple on the mountain, named Shengfo Temple. It is a royal temple in the Southern Wei Dynasty.

In the back mountain, under a peach tree in full bloom, a [-]-year-old and [-]-year-old girl in pink danced under the peach tree. robed monk.

"Monk, stop reading scriptures and look at me!"

The monk was expressionless and unmoved, still copying the scriptures at his desk, holding the brush in his icy muscular hand, and did not give the girl any eyes.

The girl in pink stomped her feet unhappily, ran to the bottom of the linden tree, and reached out to snatch the scriptures she was writing.

"Master Shen Yuan!"

The scriptures were robbed and the monk was disturbed. The brush in his hand fell heavily on the paper, staining a large amount of ink.

The monk in white calmly raised his head and glanced at the woman in pink. His handsome face was white and glowing. The twelve ring scars on his head did not affect his appearance at all. His light brown eyes had golden pupils and a black hole at the end of them. The tear mole makes the monk's deserted face charming.

The son should only see the paintings, and I only know them.

When you write that the water is poor at the end of the day, you must not be a person in the dust.

Just a movement of raising her head made the woman in pink turn red, and looked at him with glowing eyes, the woman swallowed hard.

The monk lightly put down the brush, took the scriptures stained with ink aside, picked up the brush again, and prepared to write again.

Angrily, the woman reached out to snatch the brush from the monk's hand.

The brush was taken away, the monk's beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, he stood up, clasped his hands together, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Amitabha, please respect yourself as a benefactor!"

"This princess is not!" The girl said savagely, and reached out to grab the scriptures and books.

The monk immediately snatched the book away, stepped back a few steps and distanced himself from the girl, so that the book was saved from being poisoned.

Seeing that the blow was missed, the girl's eyes flashed brightly, and she folded herself and threw herself into the monk's arms.

There was no fluctuation in the monk's eyes, as if he was used to it, he tiptoed, and disappeared under the bodhi tree with lightness kung fu.

The girl in pink was left standing there angrily stomping her feet.

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In the Daxiong Palace, the presiding officer in cassock led the crowd to do morning classes, and there were bursts of chanting and the sound of wooden fish.

At this time, Shen Yuan, who was doing morning class in the Daxiong Palace, suddenly felt that there were more memories in his mind.

At this time, the morning class was just over, Shen Yuan staggered after getting up, the host at the side was startled, immediately supported him, and asked with concern: "Junior Brother Shen Yuan?"

Shen Yuan shook his heavy head, opened his eyes, and his beautiful eyes were flushed.

"Junior Brother Shen Yuan! What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I realized something just now, and I'm a little anxious." Shen Yuan replied calmly with a tired face.

The abbot breathed a sigh of relief: "Hui Yuan, help your uncle to rest."

Shen Yuan nodded and let a middle-aged monk help him to the meditation room.

After Hui Yuan helped Shen Yuan lie down, he left the yard and stood guard at the gate of the yard. He knew that the uncle needed to rest, but the princess from the guest house would definitely come to disturb him, so he had to guard here.

Shen Yuan lay down tiredly, sorting out the memories in his mind:
The moon and the stars were sparse, Shen Yuan was meditating in the meditation room, the cicadas were singing outside the room, the mulberry forest was empty, everything was silent, suddenly it was broken by a burst of chaotic footsteps.

"His Royal Highness! Please stay, Master Shen Yuan has already rested." A panicked voice sounded.

"Get out of the way!" the woman snapped sharply.

"Crack... bang!" The Zen door was pushed open heavily.

"Uncle Shen Yuan! This..." A monk in green robes showed self-blame.

"It's okay, let's go out!" Shen Yuan looked at the monk calmly and nodded slightly.

After the monk left, he looked up at Princess Ning Xuan standing in front.

"Shen Yuan! I like you, how about marrying me?" The 16-year-old Princess Ning Xuan's eyes were full of pleading.

"Amitabha, princess, please respect yourself!" Shen Yuan clasped his hands together and took a step back.

"Don't you feel anything about me?" Princess Ning Xuan's heartbroken voice sounded.

"Amitabha, monks and nuns are all empty."

"Hehe! That's right, you are a holy monk and a Buddha, hehe! But I still hold on to such a glimmer of hope..." Princess Ning Xuan paled, clutching her chest precariously, Xizi holding her heart, I felt pity.

Shen Yuan closed his eyes, and the beads in his hand rolled quickly, making a faint crackling sound.

"Shen Yuan, I've liked you for six years, and pestered you for six years. From now on... I will never pester you again." Ning Xuan turned and broke the door, tears bursting into tears.

Shen Yuan in the meditation room looked at Princess Ning Xuan who ran out crying with complicated eyes, sighed softly, and recited a Buddhist mantra.

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"Have you heard? Princess Ning Xuan committed suicide on the way to get married."

"Yes! I heard that His Majesty was furious and wanted to ask Qian Guo for an explanation."

Shen Yuan, who was arranging the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, heard this and the scriptures in his hand fell to the ground, stirring up some dust, and turned to look at the little monk who was discussing.

"What were you talking about just now?" Shen Yuan tried his best to keep his voice calm.

"Uncle Master! Amitabha Buddha!" ​​The novice monks lowered their heads apprehensively, feeling remorse in their hearts. They knew that the uncle group was here, but their hearts were not pure. I am afraid they will be punished now.

"I said, what were you talking about just now?" Shen Yuan asked with a trembling tone, but the monk was still immersed in being caught and did not notice the change in his tone.

"I...we also heard from pilgrims." A novice replied weakly.

Shen Yuan immediately turned around and left the scripture pavilion, his steps were a little chaotic, and he didn't pick up the scriptures that fell on the ground.

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After lying down for a while, Shen Yuan heard arguing from the door:
"Master Huiyuan, get out of the way!" A female voice sounded savagely.

"Get out of the way! This princess is just going to see the holy monk."

Shen Yuan got up, the blood in his eyes was less, his right hand stroked his chest, his heart throbbed, and the memories in his mind swept over, making his face even paler.

Shen Yuan walked out with steady steps, opened the courtyard door, and the quarrel at the door stopped abruptly.

Shen Yuan leaned against the door frame weakly, looking at Princess Ning Xuan calmly.

Ning Xuan had never seen such a weak Shen Yuan, and was stunned for a while.

Monk Shen Yuan was still wearing a blue monk robe, with a pale face and red eyes slightly covered, leaning against the door frame, weak and stubborn, even Monk Hui Yuan was stunned for a moment.

"The princess saw it, and I don't know if I can leave. The poor monk is tired, so he won't entertain the princess." Shen Yuan said impatiently.

"Oh! Oh! Okay!" Princess Ning Xuan replied blankly.

Shen Yuan didn't say anything more, closed the door, and walked back, his heart still throbbing.

Ning Xuan realized what she had promised just now when she saw Shen Yuan closing the door. She was full of annoyance, but her pride as a princess did not allow her to knock on the door again, so she had to leave angrily.

(End of this chapter)