[Rebirth] Elder brother, he feeds demons with his body

Chapter 046

Mo Chenyuan was just about to open his mouth to say something, but unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, there was a force majeure that made him unable to speak.

Mo Chenyuan could only hear himself say, "Elder brother~ I, I didn't mean it."

Hearing the voice of grievance, Mo Chenyuan felt a chill.

It should be the same for Chu Qinghong, he frowned and said displeasedly, "Qingxin, what are you doing here?"

The little monk didn't expect that at such a time, such a daring thing as Wen Xin would dare to bump into Master Zouji.

"Brother, it's the questioning heart that insists on coming out," the little monk hastily distanced himself, "I can't even stop it!"

The little monk was probably used to being asked, and his body shook as if he was sifting chaff after these few words.

"Go down first," Master Xunji said to the little monk, but Wenxin was looking at him, "I have a few words that I want to say to Wenxin."

Hearing this, the little monk ran away without stopping.

In this place, there are only the two of them left.

Mo Chenyuan felt that the inexplicable confinement on his body had finally disappeared, and asked hastily, "Brother, what's going on? How did we become a questioner and a tracer?"

Chu Qinghong's face was also not very good-looking, "I don't know, if you want to leave the illusion, you have to break through here."

It's just that they don't know what the tracing mage needs them to do here.

Chu Qinghong touched Mo Chenyuan's bald head, which felt good to the touch, "If you come here, let's settle down."

Mo Chenyuan finally knew why he felt something was wrong.

Ever since Chu Qinghong appeared, he felt something strange.

"Brother, why do you have hair?!"

Chu Qinghong's black hair was like a waterfall, and he was only tied up with a small wooden hairpin. He was dressed in a light blue monk's robe, which gave him a sense of detachment.

In the Buddhist gate full of bald heads, Chu Qinghong was as abrupt as a monk in a brothel.

"There are very few records about Master Xunji before he became famous," Chu Qinghong thought for a while, and continued, "In addition, he destroyed his sect, and there are no records about him."

It's as if the tracing mage deliberately erased his traces.

The mage Xunji courted love and asked the heart, but the mage couldn't do it, so he fell into a demon monk and returned to the sect, and the sect was razed to the ground overnight.

This is a widely circulated saying in the cultivation world.

No one is too bored to tell the truth from the fake.

"But I don't think the rumors are true," Mo Chenyuan said in embarrassment, "Brother, that little monk told me just now that Master Wenxin harassed Master Trace."

Even so, how could there be a different saying.

"The reason why rumors are rumors is because they are unproven," Chu Qinghong said calmly, "How can we know that the illusion of the trace-finding mage we are in is true here?"

Mo Chenyuan: "..."

It seems to be the case.

What if the illusion here is fake?It is normal for Mage Xunji to love but not to love, and to feel resentment towards Mage Wenxin, and to smear him in the illusion.

"Brother, don't touch it." Mo Chenyuan noticed that Chu Qinghong was still touching his bald head, and he was a little dissatisfied. "Why isn't Mage Xunji bald?"

This Chu Qinghong is clear, "He is quite special, he needs to cultivate the Nascent Soul before he can be ordained."

"Yuanying?" Mo Chenyuan murmured to himself, "But Mage Xunji became a demon monk only after he cultivated Yuanying."

Then, in just ten years, directly transform into a god.

Also an amazing person.

"Forget it, let's take a step and watch." Chu Qinghong looked at the child distressedly, "Chen Yuan, I'm afraid you will have to continue living in the firewood house for the next few days."

Mage Xunji seems to be determined to bring Wenxin back to the right path, and this test will take two or three months.

They don't know how long they have to stay in the illusion.

"I still have a question." Mo Chenyuan was puzzled, "Senior brother, why didn't they expel Wen Xin from the sect?"

The questioning heart is obviously impure with the six sense organs, but luckily it is masculine.

No matter how you look at it, this person is not suitable for Buddhism.

Instead of forcibly correcting him, it is better to expel him from the sect.

"I don't know." Chu Qinghong shook his head, "Maybe we can find the answer here."

Mo Chenyuan wanted to ask something, but someone came.

"Eldest brother," it was the little monk, "the host asked you to go over and discuss things."

Chu Qinghong nodded, "I see."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without looking at the aggrieved Wen Xin.

The little monk walked over slowly and sighed, "Ask Xin, why do you have to be attached to the elder brother? We are Buddhist practitioners."

In fact, it is not that there are no wine and meat monks in the sect, and there are even some who secretly raise women.

However, that is also in the dark.

How could anyone be as vigorous as Wen Xin, wishing that the whole sect would know about it.

Besides, no matter who broke the precept, it is impossible to be a tracing mage.

Master Xunji is a natural Buddhist practitioner.

"But I feel that senior brother treats me differently," Wen Xin said innocently, "I see entanglement and anxiety in his eyes."

Little monk: "..."

In the eyes of the elder brother, there are only Buddhist scriptures, so where does the entanglement and anxiety come from?

"Eldest brother doesn't believe in Buddhism anymore," asked Xin plausibly, "Since you don't believe in Buddhism, why do you still practice Buddhism? Why don't you join me as a pair of free and easy Taoist companions."

The little monk quickly covered Wen Xin's mouth, "Are you crazy? You dare to say such words, let's go to the firewood room, and I will get you some meat later."

After being dragged to the firewood room by the little monk, Mo Chenyuan could breathe a sigh of relief.

The feeling of being out of control is really uncomfortable.

It's just a question, and it doesn't make sense.

If Master Xunji believed in Buddhism, he would not be reduced to a demon monk.

If Wenxin succeeded in making Master Xunji fall into the world of mortals before Master Xunji cultivated into Nascent Soul.

Maybe there will be nothing in the future.

Everything, nothing if.

Not everyone has the opportunity to do it all over again.

Mo Chenyuan was not in a good mood, he fell into the devil's way but couldn't ask for it, and finally died under the catastrophe.

He is quite similar to the tracing mage.

The same is trapped by love.

The only difference is that in the story of asking heart and tracing, the active person is asking heart.

Although Chu Qinghong said that the illusion here might be fake.

But Mo Chenyuan felt that this was true.

For no reason, how could Mage Xunji have to be deeply rooted in Wen.

It must be because Wen Xin forcibly pried open the heart of Master Xunji.

Actually, Mo Chenyuan was a little envious.

At least there is a relationship between Mage Xunji and Mage Wenxin.

And between him and Chu Qinghong...

In her previous life, Chu Qinghong would rather die than be with him.

As for himself, he could only be struck to death by Tianlei in despair.

It's a double death ending, no matter how you look at it, it's him who is more miserable.

Well, logically speaking, Chu Qinghong is the worst.

He is obviously a soaring seedling, so he must be humiliated to death by him.

Mo Chenyuan twitched the corner of his mouth, he really shouldn't be obsessed with the things of his previous life, after all, he is much luckier than the trace-finding mage.

After forcing himself to fall asleep, he was still in the woodshed the next day.

For several days in a row, Mo Chenyuan could only worry about in the woodshed.

There was no shadow of Chu Qinghong at all, and he could only know some things about this sect from the few words of the young monk.

This sect can be regarded as a second-rate sect, the kind that is more than inferior than superior.

The only thing that can be obtained is a Guanyin Heart Sutra and a trace-finding mage.

In the past few days, Master Xunji has been discussing Buddhism with disciples from other sects.

Except for the little monk, no one remembered that in the firewood room, he even closed a questioning heart.

Until three days later, the firewood house flooded.

The servants in the back kitchen were only concerned with putting out the fire in the other direction, and gave up the firewood room.

After all, once the woodshed catches fire, the chances of trying to put it out are too small for them.

Moreover, how could those disciples care about the small fire in the back kitchen?

When Mo Chenyuan was woken up by the thick smoke, he was stunned.

Also, he can't open the door!

In order to prevent him from escaping again, the door of the firewood room was locked several times.

Unless he opened it from the outside, with his cultivation base, he couldn't get out at all!

Mo Chenyuan wasn't really worried because he knew that Wenxin couldn't die at this time.

However, as time passed by, Mo Chenyuan became dizzy and began to panic.

This is an illusion, what if he dies?

The illusion of the tracing mage is mysterious and unpredictable. Who knows if his death here will have any impact on the outside world.

Mo Chenyuan was in a hurry.

"Is there anyone! Help! Come on!"

The voice for help was covered by the raging fire and could not be heard at all.

Mo Chenyuan's eyes turned black, and his weak spiritual power could no longer support the invasion of the fire——

With a snap, the door opened.

A gust of hot air and cold rain engulfed the sky, Mo Chenyuan managed to open his eyes, and saw the wrinkled face of the little monk crying anxiously.

"Wen Xin, don't be afraid, we are here to save you!"

Mo Chenyuan was forcibly pulled down by the little monk, and the heavy rain extinguished a big fire, leaving only a black and bald mess on the ground.

As if feeling something, Mo Chenyuan raised his head and saw a figure.

The light blue monk's robe looked unusually abrupt in the dense night.

With that person at the center, a wave of water exploded into countless filaments, turning into a torrential rain that rained down on the world.

"Fortunately, fortunately, it's raining," the little monk was about to cry, "Qinxin, I thought you were dead. Fortunately, you are so lucky..."

Wenxin and Mage Xunji looked at each other, then both looked away.

Mo Chenyuan knew that the person above was a trace-finding mage, not Chu Qinghong.

After all, if it was Chu Qinghong in this life, he would be forced to nest in the other party's arms now.

If it was Chu Qinghong in his previous life, he would just coldly order Xuanyuan Zihao to save people, and then drive everyone in the back kitchen out of Wujizong.

But Mage Xunji, he just didn't say a word, attracted the river like a pillar, and saved Wenxin silently.

Five days later, the lake at the foot of the mountain gradually dried up, and the villagers in the nearby villages were short of water and went to the sect.

What Mage Xunji had done was discovered, and the host personally ordered that Mage Xunji face the wall and think for half a year.

Save a person, but kill a village.

In this matter, Master Xunji was wrong.