171. Chapter 171 Qing Leng Buddha 3


Chapter 171 Qing Leng Buddha 3

“Want to fight with me? In the next life!”

Suppressing the strong cry, even now she is sitting in the Red Sleeve Tower before she dies. The words she heard still appeared clearly in her ears.

Lin Chunhuan took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he had restrained all his emotions and lowered his head to rummage through his bag.

She didn’t expect that the next life Qinghe said would come so quickly. Although the time left for her was very tight, but... what did it matter?

He took out a bright yellow talisman from the kit and folded it into a triangle shape. There were some vermilion lines on it. Just by looking at it, Lin Chunhuan already knew the function of this talisman.

Moving slowly but extremely seriously, he walked to the oil lamp, lit the charm, and watched the small triangle burn into ashes.

Reality has given her a big slap in the face.

No matter how stupid Lin Chunhuan is, she knows very well that the Regent's path will never work. No matter what price she pays, it is impossible to save the Red Sleeve Tower from the Regent.

But in Yan State, there are really not many people who can compete with the regent. The only one she can choose is... the Emperor of Yan State!

The moment the talisman was burned clean, the emperor who was hiding in the ruined temple in the mountains still held the scripture in his hand. The next moment he yawned uncontrollably.

Within a few breaths, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

Dream Talisman.

As long as you burn the spell, recite the other party's information silently in your heart, the more detailed the better. After the burning is completed, you can enter the other party's dream and control the content of the dream.

This was the first time she used something like this. Lin Chunhuan was not sure whether it would work or not. She didn’t know where the tip came from, but she felt inexplicably trusting it.

Sure enough, just after burning the dream talisman, Lin Chunhuan was lying on the bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, he arrived in a solemn temple, with bursts of chanting echoing in the temple.

Just staying for a while, my impetuous mind gradually became calm.

The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Everyone in the Yan Kingdom knows that their emperor is dedicated to Buddhism and has ignored government affairs for a long time. If it were not for the regent, the Yan Kingdom would have been annexed by other countries long ago!

Because of this, the power of the Regent can be said to be overwhelming in Yan State. Apart from the Emperor of Yan State, Lin Chunhuan really can't think of anyone else in this world who can compete with the Regent.

Being able to save the Red Sleeve Tower in the hands of the Regent.

But she was also surprised. In the past, she had only heard that Buddhism was advocated during pilgrimage, but she did not expect that the other party could even dream about the temple.

Is this too exaggerated...

"Master Huitong, please, please accept me!"

Before Lin Chunhuan could think about it, She wanted more, and a stronger call for prayers reached her ears. In a blink of an eye, in the courtyard that was just an open space, there was a young man, kowtowing to an old monk.

But from the beginning to the end, the old monk closed his eyes tightly and kept turning the beads. He didn't even look at the young man in front of him. He even stood sideways and refused to accept the man's courtesy.

After only thinking for a moment, Lin Chunhuan already had an idea in his heart.

The dream talisman says that those who burn the talisman can control dreams, but they don’t know to what extent they can control it.

With a thought in his mind, Lin Chunhuan teleported more than ten meters from the small forest outside and appeared outside the courtyard in just a moment!

After the experiment, it was time to begin... The emperor couldn't help but kowtow, and in his mind he vaguely felt that he must become a disciple of Master Huitong. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but think Do this.

This matter seems to have become an obsession in his heart.

"Amitabha." Huitong sighed helplessly, "The donor has not finished his earthly destiny and his six roots are impure, so he should return to the mortal world."

"Master, I think I should still be That’s why the emperor doesn’t want to accept me!” The emperor’s tone was a bit urgent, and he even knelt forward for a moment, “As long as the master is willing to accept me as his disciple, I don’t mind being the emperor!”

Hui Tongxuan! He shook his head slowly and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But before he could say anything, his voice seemed to be stuck for a moment, "There is a goddess here, who is holy and unparalleled. She descended to earth and endured calamities."

"The goddess's love and calamity should be on the donor." Huitong spoke, Waving his sleeves, in an instant, a picture scroll unfolded in front of the emperor.

The person in the painting is naturally Lin Chunhuan, either smiling lightly or frowning, with every frown and smile making him look stunning in the world!

In addition, the scroll was so lifelike, as if such a person really appeared in front of him, laughing and cursing at him. The emperor was fascinated for a moment and murmured to himself, "Goddess?"

“The love tribulation has not yet ended, and the fate between the donor and me, the Buddha, has not yet come. Only by fulfilling this tribulation can the donor end the world of mortals. I also ask the donor to return to the world of mortals and accept the tribulation.”

Huitong's voice sounded far and near in his ears, as if he was not around.

However, the emperor did not notice this at all at this time. His eyes only stared at the man on the scroll, as if he wanted to carve that smile into his bones.

When I woke up in a daze, it was already bright outside.

The oil lamp in front of him had long since burned out. The emperor exhaled a long breath. He never expected that he would fall asleep while reading the scriptures. He quickly clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

Get up. When I thought of fetching a bucket of water for washing from the river not far away, a face appeared in my mind involuntarily, and I laughed at myself, "Goddess?"

"Maybe she really is a goddess. There is no one in this world who is so beautiful."

The emperor obviously did not take this dream seriously. He shook his head and put this messy dream out of his mind. back.

At the same time, Lin Chunhuan also woke up from his sleep.

Controlling her dreams all night long made her feel as tired as if she had not slept.

Fortunately, the high fever in her body had subsided, so she didn't feel too uncomfortable. She got up, changed her clothes and walked out.

"Ah Huan? Aren't you still sick? Why are you up now?" As soon as she left the house, Zhuang's mother came over with a bowl of millet porridge and saw this scene.

Lin Chunhuan pursed her lips, desperately controlling her tears.

They were all children raised by her. Mother Zhuang still saw something was wrong with her at a glance. She quickly put the porridge bowl in her hand aside. She said disgusting words, but her hand fell down very naturally. On Lin Chunhuan's forehead, "Look at how old you are."

"Why are you so pretentious even though you are sick!"

It's better not to say this, but once you say it As soon as she left her mouth, Lin Chunhuan could no longer control her tears. She hugged Mother Zhuang into her arms and couldn't stop crying.

After a while, I finally managed to control my emotions, "Mom, don't laugh at me. People who are sick are already a bit more fragile, so why are they not allowed to cry!"

The child in the family has mycoplasma, which is connected I've had a high fever for two days and I've probably only updated once in the last two days. Sorry, sorry, there are a lot of people who want to see the extra about the fear of female princes. I'll write one in the next two days. Which character will I write about specifically? You can leave a message in the comment area

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