Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Chapter 516 if line: What if He Shichen was reborn 01

He Shichen knelt at the foot of the Buddha statue, picked up a dagger and stabbed into his heart.

He fell down, and in his blurry vision was the compassionate Buddha statue, glowing with a faint Buddha light.

The pain gradually dissipated in the Buddha's light.

Soon, the outline of the Buddha statue gradually blurred, and the young-looking Demon Lord looked at him childishly. Then he smiled and stretched out his hand to him: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to pick you up."

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When He Shichen woke up again, there was a distant bell ringing from the mountains in the distance.

He sat up in a daze, and the little novice who was lying at the end of the bed also straightened up and said in surprise: "Brother, you're awake! Every time you fall to the ground, you bleed so much, it's really scary."

The memory came back, but He Shichen was even more confused.

Isn't he in the Buddhist temple in the Demon Realm? Why did he return to Wenmin Temple?

And also...

He Shichen's eyes darkened, and with a slight thought in his mind, he raised his hand, and golden light shone on his fingertips!

It was the Demon Lord who lied to him.

Is he still carrying the Buddha's bones?

He Shichen's heart sank hard.

As soon as I think about this possibility, the stinging pain one after another becomes unbearable.

He clearly promised Yun Chen to leave with him.

If the Buddha's bones really reappear and turn him back into the immortal holy monk, how can he fulfill his promise...

He Shichen stood up, quickly walked out of the monk's house, and rushed towards the Demon Realm.

The young novice called him in confusion from behind, "Brother, where are you going, Senior Brother Guanchen!"

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He Shichen walked the road leading to the Demon Realm many times.

But this time, it was very difficult for He Shichen to walk. The number of beasts surrounded by demonic energy in the dense forest increased exponentially, greedily and roaringly coveting his flesh and blood.

He Shichen couldn't avoid it, and was about to get half of his arm bitten off again. Suddenly, a spiritual light flashed, and the fierce sword energy swung the beast away.

Someone grabbed his arm, pulled the sword point, and flew him up into the clouds together.

Before He Shichen could stand still, a refreshing and cheerful young voice sounded from behind him: "Monk, in addition to helping us refine the magic sword every day, you also have to go to the demon realm to feed tigers, so that you are worthy of your position. The title of a holy monk?"

He Shichen was startled by this familiar voice and turned around suddenly.

Yun Chen was dressed in white, with his black hair tied up loosely in hairpins, in the Xuanyin Sect's attire.

He Shichen's eyes turned red: "Yun Chen..."

The prosperous and handsome young man smiled, and the fingers curled up at his side clearly wanted to make a fool of himself and flick the monk's forehead.

Just thinking of something, he took it back secretly, raised his chin and showed a serious look that a righteous monk should have: "Master Guanchen, do you want to go down and feed the beasts, or go back to your Wenming Temple?"

He Shichen still looked at him blankly, his eyes getting redder and redder, about to shed tears.

I'm just here to find you.

I'm not going anywhere.

Not going back anywhere...

Yun Chen was a little confused and patted him: "Master, are you scared to death? Or are you deaf?"

Yun Chen picked up He Shichen's back collar, stretched out his hand to hang his body outside the sword and sent him down. He gestured while saying: "Are you going down or going back...Master Guanchen, what's wrong with you?" "

He Shichen was afraid of heights.

After his feet were in the air, he suddenly felt dizzy. His vision went dark and he didn't know anything anymore.

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When He Shichen woke up again, he found himself lying on a bed paved with jade.

The cold air on the jade stone was covered with spiritual energy. It was not cold, but warm and soft enough.

He Shichen stood up and a white figure came in from outside.

Xu Jiang came over with a medicine bowl and looked guilty: "Master Guanchen is awake. This is ginger soup. Drink some to warm your body."

He Shichen sat up, clasped his hands on the edge of the bed, and moved his lips: "Senior brother..."

Xu Jiang raised his eyes in surprise, thinking that he heard wrongly, but finally couldn't help but frown: "What did you call me?"

Suddenly, the clear voice of a child sounded outside.

A child in white clothes ran in, grabbed the clothes around Xu Jiang's waist and said, "My senior brother said he just wanted to save He...save Master Guanchen. Why should I punish my senior brother again!"

"Senior Brother, please go and plead with Master. Don't you love my senior brother the most? My senior brother's knee is swollen and he is crying in pain!"

As he talked, he also cried in grievance.

Ever since Mu Feiyi came to Xuanyin Sect, his junior brother Yun Chen has become extremely shameless, pretending to cry after being punished, and tricking his junior junior brother into begging for mercy everywhere.

Xu Jiang said helplessly: "Fei Yi, you don't want... Master Guan Chen, where are you going?"

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If Chu Xuanyin was still alive and Mu Feiyi was still young, then this Xuanyin Sect would still be the Xuanyin Sect from a thousand years ago!

He didn't die, but returned to a thousand years ago?

Thousands of years ago...

When He Shichen heard the words 'He cried in pain', he couldn't think about anything else. He got up and ran outside: "Yun Chen!"

Yun Chen knelt at the door.

Master Guanchen in Wenmin Temple was born with Buddha bones. After Chu Xuanyin sealed the Sun-Blocking Demonic Sword, he was afraid that the demonic sword would reappear in the world and harm people, so he went to Wenmin Temple and asked to see Master Guanchen.

Therefore, Master Guanchen would come to Xuanyin Sect every once in a while to use his blood to refine the demonic energy of the Sun-Shielding Demonic Sword.

Chu Xuanyin was respectful to the master.

On the other hand, Yun Chen, the apprentice, lifted Master Guanchen into the air and fainted. He screamed several times and couldn't wake him up. He had to go back to the Xuanyin Sect with his head lowered to receive the punishment from his master.

Chu Xuanyin didn't punish him, and just asked him to kneel outside the door, waiting for Master Guanchen to wake up and apologize to him.

It was Mu Feiyi who cried so cutely that Yun Chen deliberately pretended to be in pain to tease him.

Seeing He Shichen coming over, Yun Chen quickly calmed down his expression, lowered his eyes and said guiltily: "Master is awake. It's my fault that I took you without permission..."

He Shichen didn't listen to him, his eyes were locked on his knees, and he reached out to help his shoulders back, saying in an anxious voice, "Yun Chen, sit down first."

Yun Chen groaned, thinking that the monk was going to take revenge on him personally.

When he was a child, he was not as well-behaved as Xu Jiang. He had a more naughty temper and was always taught a lesson by his master.

But Chu Xuanyin taught Yun Chen a lesson, and when he felt distressed, he really felt distressed, so he got used to Yun Chen's ability to pretend to cry.

Every time the celestial weapon used to punish disciples didn't even touch him, Yun Chen would already start to writhe in pain.

As soon as He Shichen touched his shoulder, Yun Chen fell to the ground with a squeak and said, "I am just a young monk in the late stage of Nascent Soul. Although it took six years to build the foundation and five years to form the elixir, I tortured other sects." The disciples are like cruelty, and they are a little stronger than my senior brother, but Master Guanchen should not be so harsh, ah..."

The Demon Lord's heart was damaged at that time, and he was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat and never cried like this.

He Shichen's fingers were trembling from the screams.

He hurriedly took off Yun Chen's boots a little, and the Buddha's light-cut palms covered his knees. His voice coaxing him also trembled: "It's okay, don't be afraid, it won't hurt soon."

Yun Chen, who was lying on the ground, paused for a moment and tilted his head to peek at He Shichen.

He Shichen came to Xuanyin Sect many times.

Every time Yun Chen saw him, the monk looked cold and indifferent.

Even when he was taking his blood to refine the demon sword, he didn't even frown.

On the other hand, Yun Chen covered his heart after looking behind him a few times, and felt pain for a long time because of his shortness of breath...

Therefore, after he was asked by his master to send the lifeless He Shichen back to Wenmin Temple, Yun Chen simply stopped near Wenmin Temple, wanting to watch him wake up before leaving.

As a result, as soon as He Shichen woke up, he ran straight to the Demon Realm.

Maybe it's some kind of practice among the holy monks?

Feed and educate the monsters every once in a while?

Yun Chen originally respected the master's choice, but when he saw the demonic beast opening its bloody mouth to devour the monk, he still couldn't help but drag him up...

But now, the monk's cold and refined temperament had become tense at some point, and his indifferent eyes were filled with anxiety. He repeatedly asked him where he hurt and where he felt uncomfortable besides his knees.

If Yun Chen hadn't stopped him in time, the Buddha's light shining on the monk's five fingers would have cut into his own heart.

If this was really cut off, would he still be punished to death by his master?

Yun Chen didn't dare to pretend anymore. He pressed his wrist and repeatedly said that he was fine and that it didn't hurt. Finally, he took the initiative to hand his wrist over for him to check at will.

After being hugged tightly by the monk, Yun Chen finally couldn't bear it anymore and hissed softly.

Grandmaster……

Was taken away?