Chapter 989 The Demon Seed is Natural (23)
"No? Why do you think it won't be? Do you know what he has done before?"
"You didn't tell me how I knew?"
Well done, back again.
Seeing the anger on Qingsang's face and the resentment that had nowhere to vent, Aowu felt that she was the perfect person to talk to.
Anyway, he is a stone, very patient, and he can listen to any long story.
Qingsang looked at the darkness in front of her and slowly leaned back, leaning on the wall. While sighing deeply, many distant but clear memories appeared in front of her eyes.
That was something she would never forget.
This stone dragon really aroused her desire to talk.
But that's fine, let him see if the Buddha he worships and yearns for is a real Buddha or a fake Buddha.
"The first time Zhou Ye and I met was a hundred thousand years ago."
"One hundred thousand? Is Zhou Ye that old?"
Qingsang glanced at him coolly.
Aowu immediately became deflated and did not dare to speak anymore.
But curiosity was gnawing in my heart like a bug, but the uncle Qinglong in front of me was an old man with a weird temper.
Forget it.
I can't believe that such a young and beautiful girl has lived for a hundred thousand years.
Aowu felt a little disappointed for no reason.
One hundred thousand years.
As big as the Mother Dragon...
Qingsang continued to talk. The girl's voice was a little dark and hoarse, which could easily attract all the attention of others.
A past forgotten by many people slowly unfolded, Aowu squatted beside him, his pupils gradually dilated.
"Oh my god..."
At this moment, Poxu Palace, inside the Dharma Hall. The bamboo house is lonely, and in front of the small window, a wisp of white clothes beats the snow, and a jade-like face faces the thick rolling clouds that have remained unchanged for millions of years, calm and calm, just like the sea of clouds in the sky.
This eternity can withstand the vicissitudes of life. The wheel of time will not pass by here, and he has been forgotten for more than three million years.
The man looked outside. He had obviously seen the scene for a million years, but looking at it now, it was a little more interesting.
He lowered his eyes, and in his snow-white palms, the remnant soul jumped.
There was a hint of tenderness in Wannian Gujing Wubo's shallow eyes.
"You're back with me again."
The man spoke, his voice clear and clear.
The remnant soul has no wisdom, it just chases the pure scent of his body and clings to him.
His eyes were slightly curved, looking at her dependence on him, with a hint of helpless self-deception.
"I won't let you leave."
At this time, the small door of the bamboo house behind him opened automatically, and the thick fog outside rushed in, and soon submerged the ancestor's feet.
The golden bell on the foot rang, and the crisp sound broke the silence.
The ancestor looked back and watched the sea of fog slowly rise and change. A human face appeared, covered with clouds and fog. When he spoke, the entire Nine Heavens reverberated with a sound like a bell.
"As a Dharma Buddha, if you ignore the lower realms, what crime should you do?"
This voice carried judgment and surveillance, mixed with several angry voices.
Outside the window, the dense clouds that were flowing calmly began to boil and roll, changing and rushing towards the house in a crazy way.
The golden bell shook violently, and as the bell rang, the ancestor's usually unruffled face gained a look of pain.
He was still standing by the window, his slender fingers gently protecting the residual soul in his palm.
"You are in charge of Dharma Buddha. This is the will of the Heavenly Patriarch and cannot be disobeyed!!"
The ancestor raised his eyes and looked at the angry face in front of him.
The golden bells kept ringing, and a flash of red flashed across his pale, cold eyes.
(End of chapter)