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"The Buddha is sorry, Xiaoyu into the demon.

"The face of the Buddha was digging down by Xiao Yan, and the sin of the sin.

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 for me?"

The old monk shook the sound asked.

Black shadow is cold and indifferent: "Heaven and Earth Villa 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 to have forgotten something, how do you think about it, ask for ancestors, but the Buddha can't tell me, it has become my obsession.

The old monk stood up and walked to the sedan sedan, and then she was unsknested.

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?"

"Yes, the premise is that you can pay the corresponding price.

Li Xian Road is 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 it.

The old monk is bright, as if I see hope, the blood is slowly faded, and there is a holy phase.

"What do you want to exchange?"

Li Xian Road asked.

"I……"

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 it, I have used many ways, but this memory is in my mind, I have no traces.

The old monk is still slow.

"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, my heart is hard, let me make it difficult to progress, which has become my heart.

Old monk is desperate.

He is now like this, it is really crazy.

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

"Let me see.

Li Xian Dao reached out, put on the old monk's brain, can reflect on the brain, touch it, just like the ice and snow of the winter, cold frozen hand.

"You are still a fairy king, although I first entered the realm of Xianwang, but it is also very powerful, relax yourself, don't resist my strength.

Li Xian Road 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, loosen the palm, and see Xiaoqi.

Xiao Qi Chuan Qi: "There is a way, let this person enters the turn hole, even if it is erased, it has happened in his life, it will be able to show it in the rush back hole.

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, give you!"