Chapter 480 The Curse at the Prophet’s Temple
Xin Zhuo didn’t believe this kind of gossip at first, just like the ten-yuan roadside fortune-telling stall in his previous life, which made people feel unreliable. , even if it is somewhat magical, it will never be able to decipher a person's wishes and doubts in life.
After all, people are fickle.
It was just the word "prophet" that gave him a little hesitation. When the Guifang Kingdom was destroyed, what the little princess in the palace said as a prophet has now come true——
" You are rejected by heaven and earth, you will never be able to enter the earthly immortal world, and you will fall into eternal trouble..."
Eternity...
He looked in through the window of the small temple, which was emitting bright yellow light. It seemed that the light of two oil lamps filled the entire small temple. There were faintly visible memorial tablets, and he couldn't help but ask Yaya Girl: "How to hand over the note?"
"Na!"
Yaya took out two pieces of paper and a pen made of similar bamboo charcoal from somewhere, "When I came I was ready, and I was just about to bring someone with me, and I happened to meet you. Here it is!” Write down the word "trapped", yes, there is only one word, and ask what it means to get out of trouble. If the small temple is really magical, you should know what you think.
Then he passed it through the window, and there seemed to be a strong suction force in the small temple, sucking the paper in with a "swish".
A moment later, another identical piece of paper popped up. Xin Zhuo grabbed it, and his heartbeat accelerated slightly.
“What’s up there?” Girl Yaya stood on tiptoes and looked around.
"Of course it's a secret. Secrets can't be shown to others. It's your turn."
Xin Zhuo pretended to be casual and handed the bamboo charcoal pen to her, walked aside and saw Ya Ya was also writing, so she quietly stretched out her right hand, looked at the paper in the moonlight, and couldn't help but be startled.
"Go back with ease, the flowers are not flowers, the mist is not mist, everything is like a dream, like a dream, but also like an illusion.
The nature of emptiness is dependent, the dependent origin and nature are destroyed, it is like this, so those who know it can stop the power, wealth and honor. False, life and death should be like liberation, you should know it!"
Buddha's words?
Xin Zhuo frowned, not quite understanding, but the meaning seemed not difficult to understand. He could go back, but the power and wealth would be far away. Whether he would live or die on the road would depend on destiny?
After being silent for a long time, I breathed a sigh of relief. As long as I can go back, I have the right to believe you.
"Let's go!"
Miss Yaya suddenly came back, her brows furrowed, as if she had also encountered something troublesome.
The two of them returned the same way, the moonlight was brighter, and the sea of clouds in the distance was a bit prettier than when they came, like clusters of marshmallows.
Yaya suddenly laughed, looked at Xin Zhuo with a pair of big, clear and bright eyes, took his hand, and in a blink of an eye, he reached the glazed tiles of a palace and sat down.
Xin Zhuo is a little confused, looking at the moon with little Lolita?
Yaya girl put her two rivers together, put her white palms on her knees, and smiled sweetly: "My real name is Jiuhai, Xuanyuan Jiuhai, a popular surname in ancient times!"
"What a name!" Xin Zhuo responded absentmindedly, whirling his zhenqi in his hand, shattering the paper into crumbs, then gently tossing it away and letting it fly in the wind.
“I don’t know who my father is.” Yaya girl looked at the clouds, “I was born in the Nine Lines of the Sea of Bitterness. My mother said that I will never have love in this life. I will live in the sea of suffering and die in the sea of suffering. "Bitter love?" Xin Zhuo said: "How old are you?"
You were still in junior high school in my previous life. , Puppy love is not advisable!
"I'm twenty-three years old! I was born small and won't grow up." Yaya said. Xin Zhuo looked at her carefully. She was small, smart and handsome, like a piece of crystal jade, but she really couldn't tell that she looked twenty-three years old. He smiled and said, "So, you just asked the Prophet Temple about your relationship?"
“Yes.” Yaya girl said: “And I gave the answer.”
Xin Zhuo Nodding: "It must be a good answer!"
Miss Yaya was silent for a while, nodded and said: "That's right, this prophet temple comes from ancient times. It is said that it has existed for a hundred thousand years. It can judge the ups and downs of the human world. Like everyone else in the world, everyone who has been here says it is effective, and what it says must be the most correct.”
"Yeah." Xin Zhuo said perfunctorily.
Miss Yaya suddenly leaned on his shoulder.
“?”
Xin Zhuo stiffened for a moment, and had a bad feeling. This kind of physical contact might mean something different.
Subconsciously, he turned to look at Yaya girl, suddenly wondering what was written on her note.
Miss Yaya noticed his gaze, raised her hand and tapped his nose: "You are the one who is destined to love, kid. From now on, you will be my eldest lady's person, so be obedient!"
Xin Zhuo frowned. Eyebrow said: "Let me see your piece of paper."
"Na!" Miss Yaya held up the piece of paper and handed it over. Facing the moonlight, she saw only one line on it: "It is fate that this person will be by your side. Kiss him, sleep with him, keep him, don't let him If he escapes from the sea of suffering, he will have a wonderful marriage!”
No! The tone is wrong!
The content on my piece of paper is illusory and mysterious. It is a riddle of Buddhist words, like the words of an enlightened monk, which is thought-provoking. But the Yaya girl's piece of paper was too smoky, like a human's tone.
"There may be someone hiding inside. We have been deceived. Let's go!"
Xin Zhuo greeted, dodged, and rushed straight to the small temple.
Yaya was stunned for a moment and followed him.
After a while, I reached the top of the small temple, but my eyes were empty. Where was the shadow of the small temple?
“How could the Prophet’s Temple disappear?” Girl Yaya was surprised.
Xin Zhuo was also stunned for a moment. Although the ancient temple was small, it was still a house. How could it just disappear? Not a single brick left?
Going forward and scanning around, he suddenly found a large string of blood words on the ground: "Jiuxun Sanyue, Mountain Dog Yuanhuang, I knew it was you, the dog. Are you looking for your father? I'm hiding here. You also know? Stop pretending, I smell the fishy smell on your body, say, your mother, come and arrest me, please die!"
It's like a vulgar street gangster jumping up and scolding my mother. .
“?”
Miss Yaya obviously saw it too, and she and Xin Zhuo looked at each other, both confused.
"What do you mean?" Xin Zhuo asked.
“I don’t know!”
Girl Yaya shook her head blankly: “The Prophet’s Temple has always existed since ancient times and has never disappeared. My mother used to use a hammer weighing one hundred thousand kilograms when she was a child. I didn’t even break it! Why did it disappear now?”
Xin Zhuo was completely confused and didn’t understand the meaning of this line. Is this small temple conscious? Or is there really a person hiding in it who can make the small temple disappear?
So, I can go out, does it still count if I talk back?
All the holes have been buried, the road is paved, and we will go home tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)