Bank of The Universe

"The Buddha is sorry, Xiaoyu into the devil."

"The face of the Buddha is dug up by Xiao Yan, and the sin of the sin is very evil."

The monk is in the embarrassment, repentance.

He closed his eyes, hung your body, and the old face was full of remorse.

But his hands are covered with blood.

The statue of mud plastic plastic plastic plating, was destroyed the five senses, and there was a blood.

This is very strange.

The old monk has been repentant, he is very panic, and even a pocket watch on his body is squeezed.

When he didn't know, the black shadow of the Tiandi Qianzhuang carried the sedan chair and came here.

The sedan is very light, falling in the hall of the Buddhist Hall, slow down under countless Buddha Buddha statue, slow down.

A black shadow opened the curtain of the sedan, and the old monk: "Please enter the sedan."

The sound is free, just like it.

The old monk lifted his head. He was full of blood, as if it was not clean, but his face was teared, it was very sad.

"Can you confuse me?" The old monk saw the sound.

The black shadow is cold and indifferent: "Tiandi Qianzhuang can be confused for you."

The old monk is not asked for the Tiandi Qianzhuang, and I don't ask this black shadow and the sedan chair. He just wants to answer the doubts in your heart.

"My heart is empty, it seems that I have forgotten, how do you want to think about it, ask for ancestors, but the Buddha can not tell me, it has become my obsession." The old monk stood up, walking Before the sedan, then stopped in a hurry.

If you have no answer to the Buddha, then he will not ask.

Many times, there is no answer, but it is everywhere.

The old monk is the Buddha Gao Yan. This year is less than one thousand years old. It has already achieved the fairy king Buddha, and a strength is powerful in the Buddha, and also serves.

But he has been very powerful in the past few years, always feels something you forget, and slowly pursue this answer, but in Buddha, it is very strange.

In the Buddha, he is a young and famous monk. He is known as the successor of the next Buddha.

But he can't let go of the story in your memory, so he came to this Buddha, quietly looking for answers.

But I don't know why, I have a good pain in these days, let him think chaos, directly into the devil, tear the face of the Buddha statue.

Full of blood!

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

With blood, the old monk sat in the sedan chair and entered the Tiandi Qianzhuang.

......

Tiandi Qianzhuang, Li Xian Dao and Xiao 7 are waiting.

When the black shadow carried the sedan, after landing, the old monk came out.

Li Xian Dao and Xiaoqi were stunned.

A old monk full of blood, hung in the back, go in, turbid, full of blood, watching there is no holy monk.

But his look is very guilty.

In the big temple, Li Xian Road looked at him nearby, asked calm: "This guest, don't know what you want to trader?"

Old monk thought, asked: "What can you?"

"Once, the premise is that you can pay the corresponding price." Li Xian Road self-confident.

With his current strength, plus the heaven and earth villagers who are recovery, when this is said, the air is very good.

"I ... I have a lot of treasures, I want to exchange." The old monk is bright, as if I saw hope, the blood of the blood slowly faded, and there was a holy phase.

"What do you want to exchange?" Li Xian Road asked.

"I ..." The old monk stunned: "I don't know what to exchange, I forgot."

Li Xian Dao's temporary eyebrows, silently looked at the old monk.

This is not normal.

At least it is abnormal.

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

"I ... I have forgotten an important memory. I have never remembered, I have used a lot of ways, but this memory is in my mind, I have no traces." The old monk said.

"So ... don't you think this memory does not exist?" Li Xian Road asked.

"It's true, I can feel that once I sleep, there is a hazy shadow to talk to me, every day, I can't forget, I haven't forgotten, I haven't slept for five hundred years. After that, whenever I practice, she will interfere with me, the heart is hard, so that I am difficult to progress, this has become my heart. "The old monk is desperate."

He is now like this, it is really crazy.

That memory, he is clearly known that it is true.

"I have a look." Li Xian Dao reached out, put on the old monk's brain, can reflect the brain, touch it, like the ice and ice of the winter, cold frost.

"You are still a fairy king, although you first entered the realm of Xianwang, but also very powerful, relax yourself, don't resist my strength." Li Xian Dao calm.

Now that the people in the realm of Xianwang, Li Xian Dao is no longer.

The people in his hand also landed to enter the fairy king. After powerful, Li Xian Dao was not before that saw people wanted to receive a mentality.

The old monk relaxed himself, even the soul barrier did not build. At this time, Li Xian Dao wants to be a power to shock, the old monk is going to die.

No use, he has exposed his deadly portal.

But look at him, uncomfortable, but there is a feeling of relief, if Li Xian Dao really shot, he will thank Li Xiandao.

Give him the opportunity to freeze.

Li Xiandao did not shoot, he is just quietly viewing the old monk's memory chain.

The memory of people is always traces, even if you have forgotten a little thing for decades, small can't be small, but your memory chain will also remember this paragraph, dust is in your life Will not go to the corner.

Now Li Xiandao is looking at such a memory.

Turnover the memory line, Li Xian Road takes the horse and lights, no matter what, it is to look forward.

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

Nothing at all.

Pure white range, outlined a flower shape, and other things have nothing.

"This has no memory, I can't find it." Li Xian Dao frowned, loosened the palm, and looked at Xiaoqi.

Xiao Qi Chuan: "There is a way, let this person enters the turn hole, even if it is erased, it has happened in his life.

Li Xian Dao's eyes, I said to the old monk: "What price do you have to pay, come to find this memory?"

The old monk is asked: "My fairy king is full, give you!"