Bank of The Universe

"I have a heaven and earth bank ()"

"Buddha, I'm sorry, the little monk has fallen into a demon."

"Buddha's face was dug out by this little monk. The little monk committed a heinous crime."

The monk is guilty and repenting.

He closed his eyes, bent his body, and his old face was full of remorse.

But his hands were covered with blood.

The clay statue, with its gold-plated appearance, had its facial features destroyed, and even blood appeared.

It's weird.

The old monk has been confessing, he was so flustered that he crushed a pocket watch on his body.

Before he knew it, the shadow of Tiandi Qianzhuang carried the sedan chair across the space and came here.

The sedan chair was very light, and it landed in the main hall of the Buddhist hall. Under the gaze of countless Buddha and Bodhisattva statues, it slowly pressed down.

A black shadow lifted the door curtain of the sedan chair, and said to the old monk, "Please enter the sedan chair."

The voice is emotionless, like reading aloud.

The old monk raised his head, his hands were covered with blood, as if the flow was not clean, but his face was full of tears, very sad.

"Can you explain to me?" the old monk asked with a trembling voice.

Heiying said indifferently: "The Heaven and Earth Bank can help you solve your doubts."

The old monk didn't ask where the Heaven and Earth Bank was, or how the shadow and the sedan chair got here, he just wanted to answer the doubts in his heart.

"My heart is empty, as if I have forgotten something, and I can't remember it no matter how much I think about it, I begged the Buddha, but the Buddha couldn't tell me, it has become my obsession." The old monk stood up tremblingly, walked to Before the sedan chair, he sat in without hesitation.

If there is no answer to asking the Buddha, then he will not ask.

Many times, there is no answer, but there are answers everywhere.

The old monk is an eminent Buddhist monk. He is less than a thousand years old this year, and he has already achieved the throne of Immortal King and Buddha. He is so powerful that he can be ranked in the Buddhist world.

But he has been very old in the past few years, and he always feels that he has forgotten something, and he is slowly pursuing the answer, but in Buddhism, there is a weirdness everywhere.

In the Buddhist Kingdom, he is a young and promising monk, known as the successor of the next Buddha. He ranks in the Buddhist Kingdom and can be transformed into a powerful Buddha with a title.

But he couldn't let go of the story in his memory, so he came to this small Buddhist hall and quietly searched for the answer.

But I don't know why, these days his heart hurts so much, his thoughts are confused, he fell into a demon directly, and tore off the face of the Buddha statue.

Hands full of blood!

This is the blood of the Buddha, his blood, and the blood of his forgotten past.

With blood, the old monk entered the Tiandi Bank in a sedan chair.

...

In Tiandi Bank, Li Xiandao and Xiao Qi were waiting.

When Hei Ying came over carrying the sedan chair and landed on the ground, the old monk came out.

Li Xiandao and Xiao Qi were both stunned.

An old monk with blood on his hands walked in with his back bent, his eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, and he didn't look like a holy monk at all.

But his expression was very guilty.

In the main hall, Li Xiandao looked at him closely, and asked calmly, "My guest, I don't know what you want to trade?"

The old monk thought for a while and asked, "Anything is fine?"

"Anything is fine, provided you can pay the corresponding price." Li Xiandao said confidently.

With his current strength and the recovering Tiandi Qianzhuang, when he said this, he was full of confidence.

"I... I have a lot of treasures, I want to exchange them." The old monk's eyes lit up, as if he saw hope, the blood inside slowly faded away, and there was a holy appearance.

"What do you want in exchange?" Li Xiandao asked.

"I..." The old monk was stunned: "I don't know what to exchange, I forgot."

Li Xiandao raised his eyebrows and looked at the old monk silently.

This monk is not normal.

At least mentally ill.

Li Xiandao waited for him to continue, but he didn't speak.

"I... I forgot an important memory,

I can't remember it all the time, and I have used many methods, but this memory has no trace in my mind. "The old monk said slowly.

"So...you don't think this memory doesn't exist?" Li Xiandao asked.

"It was real. I can feel it. Once I sleep, there is a hazy shadow talking to me. It is like this every day. I can't forget it. I can't forget it. I haven't slept for five hundred years. After that, whenever I practiced, she would also appear to interfere with me, causing me to be troubled by demons, making it difficult for me to progress, and this has become my demons." The old monk said desperately.

The way he is now, he is really driven crazy.

That memory, he knew very clearly, was real.

"Let me take a look." Li Xiandao stretched out his hand and placed it on the old monk's forehead. The reflective forehead felt icy to the touch, as if the ice and snow had condensed in the twelfth lunar month, and the cold hands were frozen.

"You are still an immortal king. Although you have just entered the realm of an immortal king, you are still very powerful. Relax yourself and don't resist my power." Li Xiandao said calmly.

Li Xiandao no longer cares about people who have just entered the realm of the Immortal King.

The people under him also became Immortal King one after another. After becoming stronger, Li Xiandao was not the same mentality that he wanted to receive under his command when he saw someone, and to use it for his own use.

The old monk relaxed himself, and he didn't even build a mental barrier. If Li Xiandao went down with a force at this time, the old monk would die.

It was useless to fight back, he had already exposed his deadly door.

But looking at him, he didn't care at all, but felt a sense of relief. If Li Xiandao really made a move, he should thank Li Xiandao.

Give him a chance to escape.

Li Xiandao didn't make a move, he just quietly checked the old monk's memory chain.

People's memory always has traces, even if you have forgotten a small thing decades ago, the small thing can't be small, but your memory chain will remember this part, and it will be dusty in your life. Won't go to turned corners.

Now Li Xiandao is looking at such memories.

Flipping through the memory line, Li Xiandao looked at the lights on horseback, not caring about anything, just looking forward.

Sure enough, deep in the memory, there was a blank period.

Nothing at all.

The range of pure white outlines the shape of a flower, and there is nothing else.

"I have no memory, and I can't find it." Li Xiandao frowned, let go of his palm, and looked at Xiaoqi.

Xiaoqi said via voice transmission: "There is a way, let this person enter the reincarnation cave, even if his memory is erased, it has happened in his life, and it will definitely be revealed in the reincarnation cave."

Li Xiandao blinked, and said to the old monk, "What price can you pay in exchange for getting back this memory?"

The old monk said decisively: "I will give you my fairy king status!"