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Dong Fang Qi stuck his head out from the bushes and just as he was about to land on his toes and fly to the top of the main hall, several shadow guards suddenly pulled him out from nowhere and dragged him away without saying a word.

"Sigh!" Sigh! Who are you, what are you doing! "

"Young Lord, I'm sorry. The prince has ordered for you to stay far away from the main hall of the Divine Buddha."

"Sigh!" Let go of Young Master! "

"Sigh!" "Let go!"

"Sigh!" "Be gentle!"

"You dead Xuanyuan, aiya!" Dong Fang Qi howled out in rage as he was dragged away.

On the roof of the main temple.

Xuanyuan Wentian silently moved a moving tile away and lowered his eyes. His pitch-black eyes completely focused on Xiao Lan's body and the baleful aura surrounding his body gradually dissipated. His heart, that was about to be shattered in panic, had also finally calmed down.

On the way to the back mountain, countless possibilities of Xiao Lan not seeing him surged in his mind.

She went off on her own...

She was taken away by the people from Yama Inn …

She had an unknowable accident …

"..."

One by one, each and every one of them caused his fingers to tremble with fear.

He could not accept her departure, no matter the reason.

Now, seeing her standing calmly and steadily below, Xuanyuan Feng felt that his entire world had become peaceful once again.

In the middle of the buddhist hall, Wu Chen stood up, his eyes calm.

"Regent's consort, this old monk indeed knows the purpose of your visit. However, this old monk has nothing to say, and speaking of it now is even more useless."

Useless?

Xiao Lan's gaze instantly turned cold.

Five days ago, he was still saying that he had nothing to say, but five days later, it turned into nothing.

"Hmph." Xiao Lan coldly snorted.

Monks like them were truly hateful. They always thought that because they had the power to discover the prophet, they had the ability to make decisions for others. How could they not be extremely foolish?

"Old monk, you haven't said anything, how do you know it's useless?"

As soon as Xiao Lan finished speaking, what was originally a calm Wu Chen suddenly looked at Xiao Lan with a heavy gaze, because he heard the ridicule and disrespect in Xiao Lan's voice.

"Regent wangfei, if you look down on us buddhist disciples so much, why are you looking for this old monk?"

There was a hint of annoyance in Wu Chen's voice.

It was fine for her to insult him, but it seemed like she was even insulting Buddha.

Hearing this, Xiao Lan was stunned for a moment before she started chuckling. After a moment, she looked back at Wu Chen with an indifferent gaze.

"Master Wu Chen, isn't it said that the Buddha has a peaceful life? Everything is as peaceful as the clouds, and you are also a master of the current generation. My tone is just a bit bad, yet you are so angry. How did you pay respects to a Buddha? How did you recite the scripture? Hmm?"

"You!" In the end, Ye Wu Chen's eyes widened.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan uncaringly shifted her gaze away from Wu Chen.

Master?

To be so easily angered, it seemed like there wasn't anything extraordinary about it. It was probably just an old monk who had lived dozens of years longer than others. Following which, Xiao Lan glanced at the godly Buddhas in the hall with obvious ridicule and contempt.

Seeing Xiao Lan acting like this, Wu Chen suddenly realized something. After a moment, he spoke with a helpless look in his eyes.

"Regent's consort, this old monk just didn't tell you the answer. Why do you have to speak so maliciously to each other in order to seek revenge?"

Screech ~

Did he react?

"Old monk, if you don't let me off, I will naturally not let you off. However, you are wrong, this is not revenge, it is the truth, I really do not like you old monks, and even more so despise the Buddha that you all worship."

After she finished speaking, Xiao Lan suddenly raised her head and looked at the Buddha statue with an extremely cold gaze that was filled with killing intent.

Seeing this scene, Wu Chen's eyes immediately opened slightly, and the buddhist spirit sign, the eight trigrams, quickly appeared in his mind.

It's her, it's not her …

"Blue Butterfly …"

The voice of Wu Chen was initially in a state of shock, but the silence of the main hall allowed these three words to be clearly heard in all directions.

Xiao Lan heard it, and so did Xuanyuan Yun, who stood on the roof of the main temple.

Xiao Lan's expression was calm, because she did not know who or what Blue Butterfly was. However, Xuanyuan Feng, who was standing on the roof, instantly clenched his fists.

Blue Butterfly?!

Why did Wu Chen mention this name to "Wanda Yi"?

The words that were suddenly her and weren't hers surfaced in Xuanyuan Feng's mind. Could it be …

Impossible!

Xuanyuan Yun's eyes suddenly narrowed.

She couldn't possibly be her. The Blue Butterfly from a hundred years ago had already died, so how could it be her?

Xuanyuan Wentian looked down upon Xiao Lan, who was still looking down upon and disdaining all the deities and buddhas in the palace, and his entire body went stiff for a moment.

He recalled an ancient legend. It was a legend from a hundred years ago. No, it should be true.

A hundred years ago, at the time when the National Protector Temple's Joss Flame was at its most flourishing, their Eastern Han Emperor, Xuanyuan Hao, personally knelt before the Thousand Buddha statues and kowtowed 999 times in front of everyone. This kowtow was only to obtain the heart of a woman, the heart of a woman called Blue Butterfly.

At that time, Lan Die'er was standing next to Emperor Taizu, so moved that the people around her could not control themselves. However, she looked at everything with an extremely icy gaze, completely unmoved. No, not only was she unmoved, she even personally destroyed the entire buddhist hall after Emperor Taizu finished kneeling.

Everyone was shocked!

The Buddha statues were in ruins.

When Blue Butterfly walked out of the main hall, she stood in front of the first hall with a bone-chilling sternness.

Xuanyuan Hao, even if you kneel down to all the gods and buddhas in the world, you still won't be able to kneel in front of me, Blue Butterfly, for all eternity!

Then, Blue Butterfly began to endlessly escape from Xuanyuan Hao's side, until she succeeded once, until a river of blood flowed down from the heavens. Then, Blue Butterfly began to endlessly escape Xuanyuan Hao's side, until she succeeded once, until a river of blood flowed down from the heavens.

"Monk, what are you daydreaming for? Since you won't tell me the answer, how about we chat?"

Xiao Lan's voice resounded clearly. Only then did Wu Chen and Xuanyuan Wentian who were on the roof realize that they had just woken up from a great dream. Their expressions were dazed as they returned to their senses.

When Wu Chen lifted his eyes, Xuan Yuan lowered them and the both of them looked at Xiao Lan.

At this moment, Xiao Lan had taken out three joss sticks and was lighting them up. Her movements were leisurely as she inserted them into the incense burner in front of the Buddha statue.

At this moment, they finally realized that they didn't know what she meant.

She still had the personality of her previous life in her bones, but now she had a little more humanity.

Wu Chen stared dazedly at Xiao Lan.

"Regent's consort, since you don't believe in Buddha and dislike Buddha, why …"

His gaze slowly descended onto the three incense sticks of time that Xiao Lan had burned earlier.

Xiao Lan silently pursed the corner of his lips and his brows slightly knitted. He raised his head and looked at the buddhist statue.

"Monk, you must have found out about my true identity when you explored the Heavenly Mystery. How much do you know about my past?"

As he remained silent, his body clearly sunk once again.

Xuanyuan Po, on the other side of the roof, held his breath.

Her life? Real life …

Xiao Lan's gaze towards the Divine Buddha gradually focused on the half-closed eyelids of the Buddha.

"Monk, do you know that I once believed in it, because my mother believed in it, so I believed in it with her?"

Wu Chen looked at Xiao Lan with a complicated expression.

On the rooftop, Xuanyuan Po's sharp gaze shot toward Xiao Lan. Mother?

That day, her mother died in childbirth, so where did her mother come from?!