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Chapter 19

Nie Yuan asked anxiously: "Holy monk, what's the explanation? What will be the fate of my little girl in the future?"

The old monk Yiwu nodded and said: "The past and present lives are a cycle of cause and effect. If you want to know the results in this life, you must ask about the causes in the past lives. You step aside for now and let me observe your past lives and you will know your destiny in this life."

Nie Yuan was overjoyed and quickly placed the little Shuiling in his arms carefully in the chair, while he stepped aside.

"Shui Ling'er, be obedient, sit there and be obedient, don't move..."

Nie Yuan suddenly stopped because he heard the sound of the night watch coming from outside. It was midnight and Shui Ling was going to be stupid again. You couldn't move even if you wanted her to. She would just sit there stupidly.

There, they sometimes bite people...

Monk Yiwu is the only remaining elder of the Huijian Sect. A hundred years ago, two martial arts wizards, Capricorn and Zhu Lan, jointly founded the Huijian Sect. When Capricorn was young, he encountered a stranger by chance and was taught the supreme martial arts of "Prajna Wisdom Sword".

Zhu Lan created his own "Great Fool's Palm".

The two jointly created the "Ling Nian Sword Technique". Ling Nian Sword Technique uses the mind as the sword, which is airless and invisible, while Prajna Wisdom Sword focuses on the sword style, and the sword technique is fierce and ancient. The combination of the two makes the world invincible.

Yiwu Saint Monk has been following the two venerables since he was a child, and has learned the true inheritance of both of them, but unfortunately the "Blue Flame Demon Girl" is too powerful. A hundred years ago, the two venerables only managed to win with one move when they worked together.

After that battle, they both suffered injuries and passed away half a year later. Now a hundred years have passed. It is obvious that Lan Yue'er's skill is so high. He knew he was invincible, and in order to save the lives of the disciples in the temple, he gave up.

He refused to resist and allowed himself to be slaughtered by Lan Yue'er.

At that moment, he held his breath and concentrated, sat cross-legged and meditated, made a mudra with his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and silently used the "Sword of Spirit and Wisdom".

After a short time, a faint golden light appeared all over the body of Yiwu Saint Monk, and the golden light shone on his forehead. Yiwu Saint Monk's consciousness came out of his body and turned into a golden lightsaber, shining straight at him as he sat there.

There's Shui Ling'er's forehead!

"I'll go! The holy monk is indeed a holy monk. Could it be that Arhat has come to this world?" Seeing such a scene, Nie Yuan was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed.

Eight-year-old Shui Ling sat there blankly, her eyes dull, as if she had lost her soul, but she was still so cute.

The golden light sword sank from her forehead in an instant, and the consciousness of Yiwu Saint Monk entered Shui Ling's mind.

The mind is a bright and chaotic empty space, just like its name, like a vast ocean, boundless. There are nine colorful light balls arranged in sequence in the space. Strictly speaking, it is eight, and the light ball is arranged at the back.

It is not colorful, but black, with a crystal black light, like a black pearl, which looks very eye-catching.

The consciousness of Yiwu Saint Monk turned into a human form and swam to the nearest colorful ball of light.

Pictures on the surface of the colorful light ball are constantly changing. There are Shui Ling and Nie Yuan playing, some Shui Ling practicing singing and dancing, and some crying sadly...

Yiwu Saint Monk knew that this was the memory of Shui Ling when he was eight years old. He then looked back one by one. Shui Ling was seven years old, six years old... The scene until he was born and abandoned was still vivid in his mind. When he came to the last one with a glowing

When he saw the black light ball in front of him, he nodded. This was the memory of Shui Ling's previous life.

The surface of the black ball does not have various pictures like the colorful balls in front. Saint Yiwu knows that the memory of the past life is isolated by an energy barrier, otherwise everyone can remember their past life, even a little bit.

, wouldn’t that be a mess?

Yiwu Saint Monk had entered other people's memories of previous lives before, so he didn't panic. He clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, then turned into a golden light and disappeared into the black ball.

Unexpectedly, after he entered the black ball, the situation was not what he expected!

After entering other people's past life memories, it was still a bright chaotic space, but this time he fell into boundless darkness. No matter how much he raised his power to the limit, his eyes emitted two golden lights, and it was still a bright and chaotic space.

I couldn't see my fingers, and there was nothing but darkness in front of me.

"This is..." Monk Yiwu Sheng was a little confused.

"Cackle, cluck..."

Suddenly, a burst of laughter like silver bells sounded in the darkness. The laughter seemed to come from all directions, and it was impossible to hear the specific location of the sound!

Two red dots suddenly lit up in the darkness! The red dots gradually enlarged and turned out to be a pair of glowing red eyes!

"Kekeke, little monk, what are you looking for? Are you looking for me?"

"Who are you?" Yiwujing asked.

"I am this little girl's previous life!"

"What? But..."

"Wu Yuerou, the 'Hateful Jade Girl' of the slave family, is a medicine girl in the heaven who is responsible for refining medicine for the Emperor of Heaven. One time, she was tired and took a nap. As a result, she missed the time and caused a pill to be damaged. It's hateful.

The Emperor of Heaven actually imprisoned me in an alchemy furnace and made me suffer the torture of being burned by seven-colored furnace fire for seven days! Then he knocked me down to the mortal world, and I have to be reincarnated for seven or forty-nine lives before I can return to heaven! I hate it so much!"

"Hate the Heavenly Jade Girl? Shui Ling's previous life turned out to be..." Saint Monk Yiwu couldn't keep his composure again.

"Forty-nine reincarnations, those are such a long time, I can't wait any longer, so when I was tortured by the seven-color furnace fire, I used the power of the divine fire to condense my resentment into a cocoon, hiding it

In the consciousness, after my reincarnation, wouldn’t it be wonderful to be able to possess the body of reincarnation and control the world forever? Now that I have emerged from the cocoon, I have no choice but to be able to break through the energy of the Pearl of Memory.

Screen, I can only wait, waiting for the person who can take me out to come, and now you are finally here! Cackling..."

Yi Wu was shocked. Just when he was about to turn into golden light and exit the Pearl of Memory, he heard Wu Yuerou shouting sternly: "Want to leave? Delusion! The inner demon will destroy the sky!"

Before he finished speaking, an invisible energy wave instantly enveloped Yiwu Saint Monk. Yiwu Saint Monk's eyes immediately became dull and he stood still, like a clay sculpture or wood carving.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed. There was a thin layer of colorful mist in front of him. The other side of the mist was magnificent. There were beautiful buildings and jade buildings everywhere. Fairy mountains were floating in the air. The fairy mountains were lush and green, with strange flowers and fruits everywhere.

Fairy birds and mythical beasts roam around, and groups of immortals play together, swimming in the sky, carefree and at ease, which is enviable.

Monk Yiwu was so stunned for a moment that he completely forgot that this was an illusion, and couldn't help but walk towards a group of immortals not far away.

"Welcome, Master!" A pretty fairy suddenly appeared in front of him, her delicate body bowed slightly, and she gave her a graceful gift.

"Amitabha!" Yiwu Saint Monk put his hands together and bowed his head in return.
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