Fantasy: Storytelling Covers the Sky, the Saint Falls in Love

"Huh?!"

When Han Lian heard this, he hadn't noticed anything unusual.

He opened the system map reflexively, and found that a deep red light spot appeared beside him. He felt his whole body tense up, and he grabbed the forbidden weapon of the Taoist Palace in his hand.

As long as there was a disagreement, he would sacrifice it and burn it all together.

He turned around and found that there was an old man holding a long bead of Buddhist beads behind him. He felt familiar at first glance. Thinking carefully, it was the old man who followed Miss Shan to ask him questions a few days ago.

"Could it be that this old guy is a powerful person?

I didn't pay attention when I used the map last time. I was totally wrong."

This thought flashed through Han Lian's mind, and he silently said in his heart: In recent days, his lottery strength has increased too fast, and he is a little bit arrogant. With the forbidden weapon in hand, he felt more confident, calmed down a little, and said:"I don't know what you think of me asking this question?" The one who came to inquire about Han Lian was not someone else, but the protector Wuding Zen Master beside Leng Hanchan.

He looked at Han Lian, and his hand holding the Zen beads paused slightly: That feeling, this kid really has the means to threaten me.

Wuding Zen Master had this thought in his mind, and his expression did not change. He said:"I saw Mr. Han a long time ago, but I was a little curious. Please don't blame me for disturbing you rashly."

After hearing this, countless thoughts flashed through Han Lian's mind, and for a moment he was unsure of the other party's thoughts.

After hearing the other party's words, Han Lian's vigilance did not drop much. After a little hesitation, he still spoke:"After all, this is not the place to talk, why don't we change places?"

"It is what I wish for"...The two sat opposite each other by the window on the first floor of the teahouse, both in silence.

Han Lian wanted to know why the other party came to see him, so he had to take the initiative to bring up the cause:"What's your name?"

After hearing Han Lian's question, Master Wuding's face relaxed slightly, and he said,"I haven't used my name for many years. Please don't use your surname 'Hong'. Just take advantage of Mr. Han and call me 'Old Hong'."

After hearing this, Han Lian's eyes flashed with a thoughtful look, and he said,"Mr. Hong is asking me why I want to help that little girl?"

"Yes"

"Mr. Hong must have heard me calling the little girl's name just now. She doesn't have a given name, so I'm afraid I can't remember it.

When she was born, she weighed only nine taels and almost died, so she was nicknamed"Jiuliang" to commemorate her mother who died during childbirth.

The business of this old man and his wife was very difficult, and they could barely make ends meet. It was my love for coming here to have a meal early in the morning that brought some life to the shop and made it come alive.

But what can I do?

The little girl can't read or write. In just three or five years, I think she became a child bride of some family. She has lived a mediocre life and I'm afraid she is not living a comfortable life.

I gave her money to let her learn to read, but it was just because I had some affinity with her.

If it really comes down to it......I just don't want her to live her life in such a muddle.

In this life, one must have the power to be happy with what he likes and sad with what he likes.

In this way, the thoughts will be clear."After listening to Han Lian's words, Zen Master Wuding felt his heart tremble slightly. He wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to refute.

After a moment of silence, he sighed again:"There are nine paths of fallen feathers in this world, and one path is ordinary. There are tens of thousands of them. Mr. Han's behavior is just a drop in the bucket."

Han Lian didn't respond after hearing this. Suddenly he thought of something and said,"Before, Mr. Hong asked me what the meaning is.

If I say that there is no meaning, because I have nothing to ask for, what do you think, Mr. Hong?"

No meaning, nothing to ask for?

"..."

After hearing this, Master Wu Ding did not believe it at first.

Because in his opinion, Han Lian must be the reincarnation of some great power he did not know.

But he wanted to refute it, but he had no reason at the moment.

As a last resort, he could only open the skylight and ask directly:"Mr. Han, last night I really saw the shady guy of Guiying Sect.

You are now at least a fourth-level celestial monk, but you are telling stories here...."

"..."

Han Lian was slightly shocked when he heard this.

But the next moment, he suddenly thought of something:"Mr. Hong...I do know a person named Hong Dingxue, but I don't know..."

"Yes, Hong Dingxue, that is my real name.

But Hong Dingxue should have died two hundred years ago.

There is no Hong Dingxue in the world now, only the Wuding Zen Master of Hanshan Palace."When the Wuding Zen Master heard Han Lian say his name, he was shocked and admitted it directly.

In his heart, he also had some conclusions: the man in front of him was either the reincarnation of the old monster who had lived for many years, or he really had some ability to assert.

After all, there were only a few people who knew his original name, and he could count them.

After confirming the other party's identity, Han Lian said in his heart,"As expected."

Some thoughts flashed through his mind, and he hurriedly bowed and said,"It turns out that it is the Wuding Zen Master who killed Nirvana in Zifu. I meet you, senior."

At this time, Han Lian had guessed his purpose, and before the other party spoke, he continued,"I think the original intention of the senior to come here is to test me, and then ask me about the matter of Leng Hanchan that day?"

When Zen Master Wuding heard what Han Lian said, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the aura on his body began to brew: he wanted to know how Han Lian would reply to him.

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Han Lian naturally had some ideas in his mind, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to him:"The reason why I said this is just for the sake of 'clear thoughts'.

What is the emotional tribulation, I think you should understand it better than Zen Master Wuding.

As long as the thoughts are clear, everything will naturally not be a problem.

But what if, no matter what, the thoughts are not clear?"

At this point, Zen Master Wuding's face had changed slightly.

Han Lian didn't care about him, and continued:"If the thoughts are not clear, there is no way...���If you can't let go, there's no point in overcoming the tribulation. You naturally can't improve your realm, and you can only be trapped here for the rest of your life.

Even if you are reincarnated and awaken your wisdom, there will be no changes. Does the Zen master really not know this?

The Buddha found that the demon had the potential to become a Buddha, and once said to the demon,"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away."

The demon heard this and said to the Buddha,"Cut off the evil in your heart, and I will be a Buddha." Therefore, becoming a Buddha may not necessarily mean being a true Buddha, and becoming a demon may not necessarily mean not being a Buddha.

If she can think it through, she will naturally be able to escape the tribulation of love. The sea is wide and the fish can leap. Even if it is a broken void, there is still a ray of hope.

The variables are in her, not in me. The Zen master asked me, but it is a big mistake."

After he finished speaking, he didn't even look at the Zen Master Wu Ding, drank the tea in the cup, and turned away.

As he guessed, this Purple Mansion Mighty Man at the peak of the seventh realm did not stop him.

The other party sat there, with a certain light flashing in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Because at this time, he had entered a state that was difficult to describe.

There was no other, in Luoyu's cultivation world, there were demons, but no Buddhas.