Chapter 170 (1/2)



170 The story (2) _1

The story from a year ago … Xu Qi ‘an’s mood changed from disappointment to excitement. Without a doubt, the story Hengyuan was talking about was most likely the story of henghui and Princess Pingyang.

What had happened to them was the key to solving the Sang Bo case. Up until now, the demon race had not appeared. Only Heng Hui had used a sealed artifact to stir up trouble. This made people wonder what the remnant of the thousand demon Kingdom was up to.

Destroy? So far, there had only been one case of the extermination of the entire family of count Ping Yuan. It had a great impact, but the substantial damage was not great. On the other hand, Heng Hui could kill everyone regardless of the consequences and bring heavy casualties to the capital. But he did not do so.

A sealed artifact? If the target was only a sealed artifact, Heng Hui would have left the capital long ago.

the case of monk Heng Hui and Princess Ping Yang has already overshadowed the Sang Bo case … I feel like the person behind this is deliberately exposing henghui to the sun …”

Yang Yan pointed his spear and his Qi crushed Heng Yuan’s sleeves. His muscular arms contained great power, but they were definitely not demonic. This ruled out the possibility that the severed hand was on him.

“Henghui is indeed dead. He died a year ago. He’s a walking corpse now and has been freed. This isn’t a scheme.” Hengyuan looked at his Junior Brother, who was so close to him, and dark clouds seemed to gather in his eyes.

Suddenly, the clouds in Heng Yuan’s eyes collapsed, and the past poured down like a storm.

…..

Heng Hui was sent to the Azure Dragon Temple by his parents at the age of six. He was a child with spiritual energy in his eyes. At first glance, he was chosen by the abbot, the monk coiling tree, and accepted as a disciple.

Heng Hui’s enlightenment was completed under the guidance of his senior brother, Heng Yuan. This burly senior brother, who looked bitter and hateful, taught him how to read and write, taught him how to meditate and chant Sutras, and also taught him how to be a man.

He had a fatherly love for this senior brother of his.

In the blink of an eye, many years had passed, and the intelligent little monk had grown into a handsome monk with delicate features. He had thought that he would be like his master and senior brother, spending the fleeting years in the ancient Buddha’s Green lamp.

Until one day, he met a girl …

It was a sunny spring day. He was washing clothes in the stream when he saw a handkerchief flowing down the stream. He subconsciously picked it up, and then a crisp voice rang in his ear, ”

“Master, that’s my handkerchief. Can you return it to me?”

Heng Hui looked up and saw a slender woman standing by the bluestone upstream. She was wearing a Lotus-colored long dress and had her long hair combed. She had no makeup on and was pretty under the sun. She had a pair of smiling eyes.

“Female benefactor … Are you a devotee of the temple?”

“What, if I say I’m not a devotee, are you not going to return my handkerchief?” She put her hands on her waist and pretended to be coy.

“No, no, I just feel that the female benefactor is pregnant.” As he explained, he offered the handkerchief with both hands.

Hmph, you only know how to do things with your head down and chant Scriptures every day. Where is the devotee in your eyes? ”

“How would you know?”

“Because I’ve been paying attention to you for a long time.”

It was the first time they had met on a bright spring afternoon, with a flowing stream.

The two of them getting to know each other was a natural process.