Chapter 777

"Buddha, I'm sorry. I'm possessed."

"The Buddha's face was dug down by me. I'm guilty."

The monk is guilty and repentant.

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

But his hands were covered with blood.

Clay statues, gilded appearance, destroyed facial features, even blood.

It's weird.

The old monk had been repenting. He was so flustered that he broke a pocket watch.

When he didn't know, the shadow of Tiandi bank carried the sedan chair across the space and came here.

The sedan chair is very light. It falls in the main hall of the Buddha Hall. Under the gaze of countless statues of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, it slowly presses down.

A shadow lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and said to Lao Heshang, "please enter the sedan chair."

The voice has no emotion, just like reading.

The old monk raised his head. His hands were full of blood, as if they were not clean, but his face was full of tears, very sad.

"Can you help me out?" The old monk asked in a trembling voice.

The shadow said coldly, "heaven and earth bank can solve your doubts."

The old monk didn't ask where the Tiandi bank was, or how the shadow and sedan chair came from. He just wanted to answer his doubts.

"My heart is empty. It seems that I have forgotten something. I can't remember how to ask the Buddha, but the Buddha can't tell me. It has become my obsession." The old monk stood up tremblingly, went to the sedan chair, and then sat in without hesitation.

If there is no answer to pray for Buddha, he will not.

Most of the time, there is no answer, but there is an answer everywhere.

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

But he is very powerful these few years. He always feels that he has forgotten something. He slowly pursues the answer, but in Buddhism, there are strange things everywhere.

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

But he couldn't put down the story in his memory, so he came to this small Buddhist hall and quietly looked for the answer.

But I don't know why, these days his heart is very painful, let his mind confusion, directly into the devil, the Buddha statue's face to tear off.

Hands full of blood!

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

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

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In Tiandi bank, Li Xiandao and Xiao Qi are waiting.

When the shadow came with the sedan chair and landed, the old monk came out.

Li Xiandao and Xiao Qi were stunned.

An old monk with blood in his hands, bent his back, came in. His eyes were turbid and full of blood. He looked at the monk who was not holy at all.

But he looked very guilty.

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

The old monk thought about it and asked, "anything is OK?"

"Anything is OK, if you can pay the corresponding price." Li Xiandao is confident.

With his current strength and the recovery of Tiandi bank, when he said this, he was very confident.

"I I have a lot of treasures. I want to exchange them. " The old monk's eyes brightened, as if he saw hope. The blood inside slowly faded, and he had a holy appearance.

"What do you want in exchange for?" 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 not mentally.

Li Xiandao waited for him to continue, he did not speak.

"I I've forgotten an important memory. I can't remember it all the time. I've used a lot of methods, but this memory has no trace in my mind. " The old monk said slowly.

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

"It's real. I can feel that once I go to sleep, there is a hazy shadow talking to me. It's like this every day. I can't forget it. I haven't slept for 500 years. Whenever I practice, she will disturb me and make me difficult to make progress. It's become my heart demon." The old monk said in despair.

He's really driven crazy like this.

That memory, he knows very clearly, is real.

"Let me see." Li Xiandao stretched out his hand and put it on the old monk's forehead. It was cold to touch the reflective forehead. It was like the freezing of ice and snow in winter, cold hands."You are still a fairy king. Although you have just entered the realm of fairy king, you are also very strong. Relax yourself and don't resist my strength." Li Xiandao said calmly.

Now, Li Xiandao doesn't care about those who have just entered the realm of Immortal King.

The people under his command also entered the Immortal King one after another. When he became strong, Li Xiandao was not the mentality that he wanted to receive his subordinates when he saw them.

The old monk relaxed himself, and even did not build a spiritual barrier. At this time, if Li Xiandao was killed by a force, the old monk would die.

It's no use fighting back. He has exposed his fatal door.

But looking at him, he didn't care at all. On the contrary, he felt relieved. If Li Xiandao really did, he would thank Li Xiandao.

Give him a break.

Li Xiandao didn't do it. He just quietly checked the old monk's memory chain.

People's memory, always have traces, even if you have forgotten a small thing decades ago, small can not be any small thing, but your memory chain will also remember this period, dust in your life will not open the corner.

Now Li Xiandao is looking at such memories.

Looking at the memory line, Li Xiandao looks at the lights, no matter what, just look ahead.

Sure enough, in the depth of memory, there is a blank period.

Nothing.

The range of pure white, outline the shape of a flower, nothing else.

"There's no memory. I can't find it." Li Xiandao frowned, released his palm and looked at Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi said: "there is a way to let this person enter the samsara cave. Even if the memory is erased, it also happened in his life. It must be shown in the samsara cave."

Li Xiandao blinked his eyes and said to Lao Heshang, "what kind of price can you pay to recover this memory?"

The old monk said decisively: "my fairy King fruit, here you are!"

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