Mu Changfeng and Zhou Nianping stood at the entrance of the cave, watching Lin Hanyu being forced into a bowl of Mengpo soup, and soon appeared blank. His body was like a meteor with a shining light, flying to the sky, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Lin Hanshuang pursed her lips tightly and turned around. She wanted to return to the Sutra Cave, but her whole body was limp. She fell to the ground and started to cry with a fall.

Looking at the crystal platycodon flower again, the spiritual power has been exhausted, and with a clamor, it cracked into countless pieces.

The monk gently stroked it for a moment, wrapped it carefully with a handkerchief, and pressed it tightly to his heart.

His body kept shaking, as if he was holding back the crying, his back was lonely and bleak, and he was so sad.

"I understand, so that's it." Zhou Nianping looked at him from afar, thinking that he had misunderstood the monk before, and beat his head, saying, "I guessed wrongly for a while, and almost missed the big thing."

"What does senior brother understand?"

"He was panicked and short of breath when he saw Lin Hanyu. I thought he loved Lin Hanyu. I guessed it was wrong, it was a big mistake. There was someone else he loved."

"How could someone else be?" Mu Changfeng was puzzled, thought for a while, and said, "Is it Lin Hanshuang? The two sisters look exactly the same, and when they see their sister, they will naturally remember them."

Zhou Nianping shook his head and said, "Lin Hanyu once merged with Qin Yiluo's inner demon. The master actually hoped that Qin Yiluo would have a trace of shadow on Lin Hanyu. Do you understand?"

Mu Changfeng showed an incredible expression on his face. He had been trained for a long time in the world, so he naturally had seen an inappropriate love, but it was difficult for him to believe that monks had such indescribable thoughts.

Zhou Nianping knew that he didn't believe it, and said, "He has always called the name of the Palace Master Qin later. Did he call her real name Xun He? In the master's heart, he didn't want the Palace Master Qin to be his sister at all."

"My senior's eyes are sharp and observant. My junior's eyes are very sharp, but..." Mu Changfeng is not a stubborn and pedantic person, but this deformed love is very disgusting in his mind.

After thinking about the six words "being emotional and stopping ritual", the disgusting feeling gradually faded.

"When I saw the picture of "Mid-Autumn Night Banquet", I found a problem. The master's appearance is not like his father, nor like his mother. Now, after thinking about it carefully, it is really interesting, hahaha."

Mu Changfeng understood the meaning of Zhou Nianping's words and looked down at the monk's lonely figure. The moon-white monk's robe flew in the night wind, which made him feel even more desolate.

"A village, water, dry Zen, a period of lovesickness and nirvana. A life of glitz and a dream, a life of wind and rain, an Ananda." Zhou Nianping gently shook the folding fan, laughing thief, "The ancient Buddha of the green lamp is accompanied by, but the longing for lovesickness is difficult to resolve for more than a thousand years. Now he sighs to the moon and the sky, and the lovesickness is long, but the hero is short of breath. Throughout history, from heaven and earth, heroes are sad to pass the beauty."

The two looked at Fang Zhiliang together, and were surprised to see her, and soon turned into a calm and gentle look. It seemed that what the two said had nothing to do with her.

Mu Changfeng said: "There is no greater sorrow than death in the heart, otherwise the master would not have been struggling here forever."

"If you are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish? You don't have to pity him."

"The dead are gone, and the living are the most difficult. I envy Xiao Yi. No matter what the result is, I have a sincere love for my beloved person."

"Hehehe." Zhou Nianping gently pinched his chin, with a strange smile on his face that saw through the hearts, "Are you even more envious of Liu Chengwei?"

Mu Changfeng was embarrassed and coughed lightly, not saying anything more.

After a while, Zhou Nianping showed signs of fatigue, leaned against the stone wall weakly, and drank wine in big mouthfuls.

Mu Changfeng was even more strange. Zhou Nianping was strong and had profound spiritual power. How could he get tired easily?

"Is there something wrong with senior brother?"

"Yes, I have something to worry about. I regret not robbing a bowl of Mengpo soup to taste it. It tastes sweet or sour, bitter or spicy, or bad. I'm very curious."

"After drinking Mengpo soup, I forgot the past and thought that I would even forget the taste. I had to taste it, but fortunately I didn't go to grab it."

"Are you stupid? Put it in your mouth and smash it, and then spit it out in one mouthful." Zhou Nianping didn't want Mu Changfeng to see it, so he deliberately squeezed out a smile and teased him with annoying words.

"Do you have to drink Mengpo soup when you reincarnate in the cycle of reincarnation?" Mu Changfeng asked with emotion when he thought about the grudges and revenge in this life, the ups and downs and downs would disappear in a bowl of soup.

"That's natural. Remembering the events of the previous life in this life will unintentionally reveal the secrets of heaven. Some ghost tribes who are clever and reincarnated without drinking Mengpo soup will be punished." Zhou Nian responded lightly.

Mu Changfeng said puzzledly: "Then aren't the ghost tribes that are saved by the exorcist? They all enter the cycle of reincarnation directly?"

"You don't know anything, right?" Zhou Nianping had the opportunity to show off, and was rarely proud of himself, and still said in a calm tone: "The undead who was saved by exorcist or a monk who was enlightened will be recorded in the underworld. When he was just born, an envoy would go to eliminate his memory."

Mu Changfeng said admiringly: "My senior knows a lot, and this is what I learned from the Wunu Gorge Library?"

Zhou Nianping nodded and said, "That is, the biography records that a wise man in the You Palace killed his father and brother under the age of ten, poisoned his benefactor, and was full of evil. After his death, he should have fallen into the Avici Hell. The Lord of Qin forcibly snatched the evil spirit from Bai Wuchang and carried out the reliance. When the envoy of the underworld went to eliminate this person's memory, the Lord of Qin took action to stop him."

Mu Changfeng couldn't help but frown and said, "What exactly is the Lord of Qin going to do? She is the most wise craftsman, and she can't go against the underworld, right?"

Zhou Nianping smiled and said, "The trickster went to an elder whom she wanted to move but could not move for the time being. She remembered the past deeply and remained unchanged. She destroyed her family at a young age. The Qin Palace Master used a knife to kill people well. Without huge benefits, how could she be willing to take a big risk?"

"The evil is full of evil, killing the father and brother, and poisoning the benefactor." Mu Changfeng's expression was a little strange, staring at the silver fan in Zhou Nianping's hand for a while.

Zhou Nianping knew what he was thinking, smiled indifferently and said, "You are right in your guess. This fan is the one from the wizard. In order to repay the grace of avoiding the fall of hell, he gave it to the Lord of Qin. Somehow, this fan came to the Zhou family."

Mu Changfeng touched the hilt of the Chixiao Sword, his thoughts fluctuated in his heart. Suddenly, he felt something strange outside the cave. After a closer look, only the slow night wind blew, and no evil people lurked in secret.

"Don't be suspicious. There are so many masters here, those little ghosts and demons dare not act rashly."

Mu Changfeng said: "It should be no coincidence that the Chixiao sword fell into the hands of the Mu family and the Zhuo Ling Fan fell into the hands of the Zhou family."

Zhou Nianping felt aroused in his heart, and suddenly remembered that in the cave where he met Zhou Jia, something strange happened to the turbid spirit fan was shining by the bloody light on the cave wall.

"What did senior brother think of?"

Zhou Nianping cut his wrist with a silver fan, dripped the blood on the fan, and carefully applied it.
Chapter completed!