The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 953: No regrets and no regrets
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Wang Meng only stayed at home for one day. The next day, Wang Meng rushed to Beihai.
Wang Meng went back to Beihai this time without anyone visiting, and went straight to Qinglong Temple.
He may leave at any time because there is still a task, so time is very tight, he is afraid that he will not be able to send the owner in time.
Wang Meng came to Qinglong Temple.
The incense in Qinglong Temple is more vigorous than before, and the scented guests are shaking their heads.
Qiao Yumo was still standing in front of the door, waiting for Wang Meng.
Qiao Yumo hasn't changed at all, it seems youthful forever.
Years have not made Qiao Yumo old. Both his figure and appearance are the same as they were a few years ago.
"The master is in the tower courtyard." Seeing Wang Meng, Qiao Yumo said gently with a smile on his calm face.
"The main nunnery is gone, you will have to work harder on the affairs of Qinglong nunnery in the future." Wang Meng also smiled and whispered.
The main departure of An, Qiao Yumo will not know. But An Zhu would not tell Qiao Yumo why she left.
"Doing things is also cultivating. Besides, Miss Feng has already become the master of the temple." Qiao Yu said quietly.
"Huh? Girl Feng is a monk?" Wang Meng was taken aback.
"You will know when you go." Qiao Yu said with a silent smile.
"I thought you would succeed the master of the ann." Wang Meng said.
"I can't manage Qinglong Temple, my practice is not enough!" Qiao Yu smiled quietly.
The two talked and walked into Qinglong Temple.
Wang Meng didn't ask Qiao Yumo's current situation, because he could see that Qiao Yumo had adapted to this kind of spiritual life.
Although Wang Meng felt very close when he saw Qiao Yumo and had complex emotions, Qiao Yumo appeared to be very plain, as if isolated from the world, and forgot everything in the past.
Wang Meng knew that this was the result of spiritual practice.
Practicing is to see through~·Hong Chen, to put everything down.
The tower courtyard was newly built in Qinglong Temple, centered on the round tower dedicated to the real body of Wang Meng's previous life.
Here, it is not open to the outside world.
Qiao Yumo sent Wang Meng to the gate of the tower and left.
Wang pushed open the small door on the red gate of the tower courtyard and walked in.
In the yard, there are green pines and cypresses, towering forests, and blue brick floors. It is clean and quiet.
As soon as Wang Meng walked to the gate of the round tower, the gate of the tower opened automatically, and a scent of fragrance came from the door, and the sound of chanting came out.
Wang Meng walked in.
The moment Wang Meng entered, the tower door closed automatically.
In front of a tall immortal body, three pillars of high incense and green smoke swirl on the incense table.
Two women in blue monk robes are sitting cross-legged on the futon, chanting with their eyes closed.
The arrival of Wang Meng did not seem to disturb them.
Wang Meng looked at the slightly thin woman next to Anzhu.
The woman has a slender figure and a beautiful appearance, her black hair is shiny, and she has a classic beauty.
This is the wind chime of the wind princess.
Princess Fengling is the wife of Wang Meng's previous life, and the female snail of that life!
Obviously, the wind chime is to practice on behalf of hair.
Reincarnation is a scientific mystery, but it is limited to the understanding and knowledge of this world.
In fact, Buddhism explains that reincarnation is real.
Everything has a beginning and an end, and there is no beginning and no end. The beginning and the end are the end of a cycle, and the beginning and the end is the beginning of the next cycle.
Like the grass on the ground, it will regenerate when it withers.
The cycle repeats itself, which is reincarnation.
People who don’t have reincarnation of memory will not believe in reincarnation.
Wang Meng looked at his body in that life, and his memory went back to that life in a daze.
Golden Ge and Iron Horse, blood splattered five steps, sword-struck the horizon, stirring the universe.
Wang Meng thought of the tribulation of that life, the characters of that life, the battle of that life, and the reincarnation after the evil **** was beheaded.
The wind chime is the reincarnation of the female snail, and the reincarnation is to repay the reincarnation of Wang Meng for not accompanying him.
It's just that Wang Meng could see that the wind chime, like himself, did not fully open the memory of past lives, nor did it fully open the seal of reincarnation.
If the wind chimes had all turned on the sealing power, the world would not tolerate her.
However, even so, the strength of the wind chimes at this time is definitely stronger than himself.
Wang Meng stood there amid the mellow and frustrated chanting of Anzhu and the wind chimes, unconsciously plunged into memories.
What he didn't know was that at this time, the seal of his closed memory and strength was slowly opening.
In every world, the name of martial artist is different, and the explanation of martial arts is also different.
Seal in this world is scientifically explained as the potential of the human body. The seal awakening is called a potential explosion.
Everyone has potential, just at different levels. In fact, these potentials are part of the energy seal of your previous life, and this potential power varies according to your previous life's strength.
Just like some people are extremely talented in some ways, some are mediocre.
Especially those with supernatural powers, that is the absolute seal of previous lives opened.
But some people’s previous life seals cannot be opened, and they even wipe out the previous life seals during their reincarnation process.
I don't know how long it has passed, Wang Meng woke up from his memory, sweating all over, tears rolling in his eyes.
Just now, Wang Meng seemed to have gone through several lifetimes of reincarnation.
I don't know when, Lord An and Feng Chime have stopped chanting. An Zhu is watching Wang Meng with a smile.
"Brother!" Seeing Wang Meng wake up, Feng Chime suddenly burst into Wang Meng's arms with tears in his eyes.
Brother Wang Meng cried with a sound of wind chimes.
The memories of the past life once again appeared in front of us like a flood opening the gates.
This is the wind chime. In his previous life, he was rescued from the host of armies in spite of his own safety. It was this wind chime, for his own sake, sacrificed his youth and life, willing to give up the immortal practice, reincarnation, Start all over again, all just to follow in my own footsteps.
Wind chimes sacrificed too much for Wang Meng.
Wang Meng hugged the wind chime that was already crying tightly, not feeling well in his heart.
A figure standing on the peak beyond the heavens and the earth, dominating the world, can give up the practice of several lifetimes for him, and suffer several times of reincarnation, but now he can only become a small ancient warrior. How can Wang Meng not be moved by the love?
The owner of the ann looked at Wang Meng and Feng Chime with a smile, and did not speak.
"The main ancestor is gone, you guys have a chat first." Suddenly, the wind chime pushed Wang Meng away, turning around and leaving the round tower with tears in his eyes.
"When are you leaving?" Wang Meng wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, walked over to the main owner, sat on the futon, and asked.
"There is still half an hour. You came just right." The host smiled calmly and looked at Wang Meng. The sentiment in his eyes was complicated, with reluctance, nostalgia, and worry.
"So fast?" Wang Meng was taken aback.
"This time you fight with the Hera family, I can't participate in it. Now, I don't dare to reveal the slightest breath. Otherwise, I will be expelled from the world immediately." The host smiled bitterly.
"It's okay, you don't have to worry about me. China has high-tech military products, which can completely defeat the ancients." Wang Meng said, intending to comfort the Lord An and let her leave without worry.