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When Little Shamian, who had always been following Wu Chen, saw that Wu Chen had been standing there for a long time without moving, she couldn't help but curiously move closer to him.

"Senior granduncle, what are you looking at?"

Ye Wu Chen looked into the distance with a gaze that had never been so profound.

"Little Fan, forgive me, but do you know that Buddhist classics were written after generations of monks spent their entire life reading the great ways of the world. To this day, the 'Prosperous Scriptures' is the greatest potential that I, as a monk, have understood Buddhist arts."

"..." Fan Shu seemed to understand but didn't. He quietly continued to listen.

"In the future, or perhaps in the future, it will indeed have the second half of the book. No, there will still be many more volumes, but they should not be produced at this moment, nor is it something that this world should know."

Err … Fan Shu's face became even more puzzled and at a loss.

Future generations … But he had just heard from the regent that his wife knew. Why?

"Senior granduncle, what do you mean by that?"

Wu Chen withdrew his gaze from the distance.

What do you mean...

The regent's consort, Ulan Yi, knows the second half of the Book of Prosperity. Why? Logically speaking, she should not know.

Firstly, she was not a Buddhist cultivator, secondly, she was not a Buddhist disciple, and thirdly, she was still so young.

However, she knew the second half of the 'Proletarian Scripture', which meant that she was not a person of this era!

Thinking to this point, Wu Chen's eyes lit up like the night sky that had been illuminated by lightning.

Could it be that he misjudged her three days ago? She was actually the same Blue Butterfly from a hundred years ago!

Ye Wu Chen couldn't help but take half a step back.

When Fan Shu saw Wu Chen's actions, he was immediately astonished.

"Senior granduncle, what's wrong?"

He had never seen his senior granduncle in such a state of panic. Something huge had happened.

A few seconds later, Wu Chen quickly turned around, his palm quickly supporting Fan Shu's arm.

"Xiaofan, forgive me. Quick, bring me this old monk's buddhist spirit tablet."

A buddhist spirit tablet?!

Upon hearing the three words' Buddha Spirit Stamp ', Fan Shu was even more shocked. His Martial Ancestor actually wanted him to retrieve the Buddha Spirit Stamp!

Seeing Fan Shu in a daze, Wu Chen pushed Fan Shu away.

"Hurry and get it."

When Fan Shu saw Wu Chen's anxious and furious expression, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer.

"Alright, alright. I'll go and get it now."

Looking at Fan Shu's figure quickly running away, Wu Chen clenched the buddhist beads in his hands tightly.

The temple was an existence that protected the peace of the world. In order to prevent disaster, the high monks of the past would pass down ninety-nine buddhist spirit steles when they were on their deathbed. These buddhist spirit steles were used to seek the Buddha.

With the Buddha spirit signing a throw, everything in the world would become clear. However, it also meant that there would be great changes in the world.

Today, should be the time for him to take out the buddhist spirit rod.

He wanted to know exactly who this Regent's Consort was and what she would bring to this world.

Halfway through his journey, a blurry shadow quickly emerged from the shadows.

"Your Royal Highness, as you expected, Fan Shu has already taken the buddhist spirit lot."

Xuanyuan Wentian stopped in his tracks when he heard this, but if one looked carefully, they would see that he was gradually clenching his fists tightly.

"Wu Chen really took the buddhist spirit tablet …"

Just because of what he said just now …

Ulan Yi … Just who exactly are you?!

The shadow that knelt on the ground could clearly feel that Xuanyuan Wentian's body was emitting a terrifying aura, this aura made him unable to breathe.

As time passed, the afterimage could no longer hold on and could only call out to him in a soft voice.

"Your Highness..."

After realizing what had happened, Xuanyuan Wentian withdrew his baleful aura and gave the order in an incredibly low voice.

"Send someone to watch and report Wu Chen's actions, expression, and words to This King."

"Yes." After receiving the order, Mirage immediately fled for the first time.

The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that only Xuanyuan Po could hear his own breathing. He raised his head and slowly looked at the dark sky in the distance.

Ulan Yi …

Yesterday, he had spent all his resources and manpower to investigate her background.

The more he searched, the more confused he became, and the more he felt a vague fear began to grow within him, a fear that was growing stronger with each passing day. Especially when "Wei-Lan Yi" was preparing to escape from his side time and time again, and he did not know where she was going to escape to, this fear had risen to the peak.

Lan Yi, who are you?

Where did you come from and where do you want to go …

Xuanyuan Yun didn't know how long he had been standing there, but he knew that he was holding his palms so tightly that there was no heat in them, and the horizon in the distance had already become dark and gloomy.

The wind billowed his robes and lifted his long hair. His hair brushed against the side of his face, and Xuanyuan Po was able to recover his senses. He turned around and glanced back at the Divine Buddha Temple, which was already on its way to becoming a light.

Everyone in the world said that the buddhist spirit tablet knew everything. Today, he wanted to see if Wu Chen would find the answer for him in the buddhist spirit tablet.

As for Xiao Lan of the inner courtyard, after Xuanyuan Feng had left for half an incense stick of time, she indeed couldn't stop herself from feeling sleepy.

Xiao Lan laid back on the bed and closed his eyes, preparing to sleep.

But at this moment, she suddenly heard two extremely weak sounds coming from her window.

Although this voice was soft, Xiao Lan was still able to clearly hear it. The originally sleepy Xiao Lan instantly opened his eyes.

"Who is it!"

Xiao Lan couldn't help but let out a low cry.

Just as she finished speaking, two black figures, a man and a woman, appeared beside her bed at the speed of a ghost.

Xiao Lan instantly narrowed her eyes.

Outside the door, Bai Ling also keenly sensed the change within the room. She quickly went forward and knocked on the door.

Dong, dong, dong.

"Princess, were you calling for your subordinate just now?"

At this moment, Xiao Lan had already clearly seen who the two people that barged into her room from the window were, and she didn't say anything for a moment.

When Mei Niang and Mu Shan heard Bai Ling's voice, they instantly drew their swords.

Mu Shan's sharp sword was aimed at the door, while Mei Niang's sharp sword was aimed at Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan cast a cold glance at the sharp sword point that Mei Niang was aiming at her chest. "Take it away. I don't like people pointing it at me."

Mu Shan heard this and quickly turned his head around. His eyes were ice-cold as he stared at Mei Mu.

"Mei Niang, put down your sword. We are here to plead with Miss Wei."

As soon as Mu Shan finished speaking, Mei Niang's face was filled with anger and coldness, but in the end, she still retracted her blade.

Xiao Lan's eyes narrowed even more.

Beg her?

If the people from Balrog have anything to ask of her …

Bai Ling, who was outside the door, didn't hear Xiao Lan's response and inquired again.

"Princess, are you asleep? Your subordinate has come in. "

As soon as Mu Shan finished his words, he looked at Xiao Lan with pleading eyes.

Xiao Lan's eyes sank. She turned her eyes and spoke clearly to Bai Ling outside the door two seconds later.

"No need to come in, I just ran into a wound, but it's fine now. I'm tired, I'm going to sleep. You guys wait outside. That's right, stay far away, or your footsteps will disturb me."

Outside the door, Bai Ling clearly hesitated for a few seconds before finally choosing to obey.

"Yes."