Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The "exquisite heart" is not innate or cultivated, but is born from the mysterious law "between purity and filth".

Legend has it that when the world was first created and the universe was unclear, there was a chaotic singularity between light and darkness, life and death, purity and filth.

When the chaos subsided and the laws were established, this singularity did not disappear. Instead, over the long years, in the depths of some pure and kind souls, whose minds were as clear as glass, an invisible "heart core" condensed - this is the exquisite heart.

It is like a living, invisible container that naturally possesses the ability to absorb and purify the "filth" and "negativity" in the world.

Resentment, greed, delusion, despair... these dust and toxins originating from the depths of the souls of living beings will all be quietly absorbed by the exquisite heart.

For those who practice Buddhism or Taoism, having a refined mind is like having a pure temple that is always running. It is immune to all evil and does not allow inner demons to arise. The path of practice will be twice as effective with half the effort and will lead directly to the source of the Tao.

However, this mind also has its fatal paradox.

It absorbs filth, but does not completely eliminate it. Instead, it settles and accumulates it deep in its core. Just like the clearest lake, if it continues to be filled with muddy water, it will eventually overflow and deteriorate.

When the accumulated negative emotions and the filth of the world reach a certain critical point, Linglong's heart will turn from pure to filthy, and from protection to curse.

The mentality of its owner will be severely impacted, and he will be easily corrupted by his inner demons and fall into the abyss of evil.

However, once possessed by the devil, this exquisite heart that is soaked in filth will instead turn into a supreme treasure that nourishes the devilish nature, making his demonic power advance by leaps and bounds and his power become extremely ferocious.

Su Chen is an anomaly among the billions of living beings, chosen by the laws of heaven and earth, with a delicate mind.

Qianye Ancient Buddha, the leader of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, brought Su Chen back when he was homeless and on the verge of death as a child, not out of pure compassion.

He practiced cultivation for ten thousand years, but his realm was stuck at the threshold of the Ancient Buddha, unable to move forward. He got a glimpse of the secrets of heaven and knew the existence and characteristics of the Linglong Heart.

He adopted Su Chen, taught him carefully, promoted him to the position of a Buddhist disciple, and poured all the resources of the sect into him. Behind all this, he hid his cold and huge selfishness - he wanted to train Su Chen into the most perfect "vessel of purity and filth."

Su Chen's pure Buddha nature is the best nourishment to nurture his exquisite heart.

Qianye Ancient Buddha's plan is that when Su Chen's exquisite heart has absorbed enough of the world's filth and reached saturation but has not yet reached the critical point of complete qualitative change and falling into evil, he will use the supreme Buddhist Dharma to peel off and refine it!

Guided by this "semi-finished" exquisite heart that has gathered huge negative energy between heaven and earth but has been temporarily suppressed by Buddha nature, one can impact the supreme ancient Buddha path and achieve self-realization!

Su Chen is nothing more than the "human-shaped medicine" that he has carefully cultivated and is waiting to be harvested.

However, an uncontrollable variable appeared in the plan - Nan Xiang.

Nan Xiang, who had been "dead" for fifty years, was actually really dead, but she returned to this small world.

It’s just that the curly-haired white ball chose the wrong time and chose fifty years after her death in this life.

But even though she came back, she couldn't return to her physical body. She could only stay in the huge ginkgo tree in the courtyard of Qingwu Valley in the form of a spirit.

However, the people in this small world of spirits cannot see or touch it, so it is no wonder that Su Chen did not sense that his beloved has returned. But he also had some premonition, so he sped up his plan and still pushed his beloved girl out to bask in the sun every day.

The spirit Nan Xiang would sit on the ginkgo tree and look at Su Chen and his own "corpse" with a complicated expression, while Chun Juan was trembling in the system space.

The moonlight is as bright as a silver thread, pouring down on the quiet courtyard of Qingwu Valley.

The golden ginkgo leaves glow with a cold silver luster under the moonlight, making the giant tree look even more like a sculpture frozen in time.

Su Chen stood quietly under the tree, twisting a leaf with his fingertips, his eyes fixed on Nan Xiang who was sleeping in the wheelchair, as if he wanted to carve her outline into his bones.

After fifty years of waiting, the grand formation is about to be completed, and a storm of gathering of immortals and Buddhas is brewing.

The aura around him was delicately balanced between cold and eerie, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows was as red as blood in the moonlight.

"Tsk, I've been looking for you for fifty years, and you're hiding in this godforsaken place as a romantic man?"

A lazy and obviously sarcastic voice suddenly sounded, breaking the tranquility of the moonlit night.

The voice was not loud, but it seemed to echo directly in Su Chen's sea of ​​consciousness.

Su Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he did not turn back, but the invisible energy around him instantly tightened, like a fully drawn bowstring. He moved his fingertips slightly, and the ginkgo leaf silently turned into powder.

A figure appeared silently on the courtyard wall. The person was wearing a dark purple brocade robe with intricate silver demon patterns embroidered on the hem, which shone with a mysterious luster under the moonlight.

He had a handsome, almost devilish appearance, with narrow, long, phoenix eyes that were slightly raised and a natural hint of red at the corners of his eyes, which added a touch of evil charm and madness to him.

His black hair was untied and casually spread out, with a small silver crescent mark on his forehead, exuding a noble aura that looked down on the world. It was the demon king who ruled over all the demons in the northern border and confronted the immortals and Buddhists for a thousand years - Bai Li.

He leaned against the wall with a relaxed posture, as if he was just there to admire the moon. Only his eyes, which shone with dark golden light, fixed Su Chen firmly with scrutiny and a hint of imperceptible complexity.

"It's been fifty years since we last met. Your demonic energy is really pure. Are you the most promising disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect?"

Bai Li's venomous tongue was merciless, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Is it worth it to turn yourself into a half-human, half-ghost appearance just for a ginkgo tree? You were still somewhat interesting back then, but now..."

He deliberately stretched out the ending tone and shook his head, "Like a madman guarding a coffin."

Before he finished speaking, an icy murderous intent burst out from Su Chen like a substance!

He suddenly turned around, his abyss-like eyes stared directly at Bai Li, the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows glowed red, and strands of dark purple magic patterns instantly covered the corners of his eyes. His cold temperament was gone, leaving only overwhelming hostility and desire for destruction!

"Shut up!"

Su Chen's voice was hoarse and cold, containing a storm, "Get out of here!"

"Oh, you have a bad temper."

Bai Li sneered, but there was no fear in his eyes, instead he was filled with excitement.

"Just right! My bones have become loose in the past fifty years, and I am so frustrated that I can't find you to fight with! Let me see how capable you, a fallen Buddhist, are!"

Without any unnecessary nonsense, the two figures collided with each other in an instant!

There was no earth-shattering momentum, but it was extremely dangerous.

Bai Li's figure was like a ghost, his slender fingers were bent into claws, and his fingertips were surrounded by sharp silver light that could tear through space. Every time he swung his finger, it brought with it a shrill sound of breaking through the air, and went straight to Su Chen's vitals.

His moves were gorgeous and brutal, with the wildness and unruliness unique to the demon race. His dark purple brocade robe fluttered in the moonlight like a poisonous flower blooming in the dark night.

Su Chen is completely different.

His movements seemed slow, but they were extremely precise. A faint black mist lingered around him, seemingly able to swallow up light.

Facing Bai Li's violent attack, he would either flick his fingers, and the demonic energy would condense into a black lotus shadow, silently annihilating the incoming silver light; or he would flick his sleeves, bringing up a deep darkness, swallowing up all of Bai Li's sharp claws.

The cinnabar between his brows was an eerie red, and demonic patterns spread across his face. Every time he attacked, he carried a quiet, destructive power, as if he was controlling the rhythm of death.

"The World-Destroying Black Lotus? It turns out there is something to it!"

Bai Li took a blow from the black lotus phantom head-on, feeling a burning pain and a terrifying erosion in his palm. The fighting spirit in his eyes became stronger, and he laughed loudly. The demonic power in his body suddenly burst out, and a huge phantom of a nine-tailed demon fox appeared faintly behind him, and the pressure suddenly increased!

The figures of the two people crossed each other rapidly above the courtyard, the silver light collided and annihilated with the black air, and the turbulent energy aftermath made the huge ginkgo tree in the courtyard tremble, and the golden leaves fell like a rainstorm.

However, no matter how fierce the battle was, Su Chen always exerted a gentle and tenacious strength to steadily protect Nan Xiang who was sleeping in the wheelchair, preventing any impact from affecting her.

Although Bai Li's attack was fierce, it strangely avoided the area where the wheelchair was.

The battle lasted for about an incense stick of time.

Bai Li's magic was strange and varied, and his attacks were like the tide; Su Chen's magic was deep and restrained, and he defended himself perfectly, and his counterattacks were even more fierce and deadly. In the end, the two of them fought hard, and each of them floated back dozens of feet, standing at the two ends of the courtyard.

Bai Li panted slightly, and a small piece of the cuff of his brocade robe was corroded by the demonic energy, but he brushed it off without paying much attention. His narrow and long phoenix eyes stared at Su Chen, and the teasing and fighting spirit in them faded away, stained with a deeper layer of inquiry and... a hint of barely perceptible solemnity.

"madman."

Bai Li spat in a low voice, but his tone was no longer as harsh as before.

"Is it worth it to push yourself to this point for a tree demon that has been...dead for fifty years?"

He paused, his eyes swept across the ginkgo tree that was still well protected in the aftermath of the energy, and then fell back to the strange magic pattern on Su Chen's face. His voice became a little deeper, with a rare, almost admonishing tone.

"Su Chen, obsession is too deep, it is a demon barrier. You are not only trapping her body, but also yourself. Going down this road... may not be what she wants to see."

The demonic energy around Su Chen surged violently, and the demonic patterns in the corners of his eyes flickered.

He stared at Bai Li intently. Deep in his dark eyes, there was endless pain, madness, and a hint of rage as if his reverse scale had been touched.

"What do you know?!"

His voice was hoarse, like the friction of gravel.

"She is here! She will come back! No one can stop me! Not even the immortals or Buddhas can, and neither can you!"

Bai Li looked at the almost paranoid madness in his eyes and was silent for a moment.

The moonlight shone on his handsome profile, and the natural evil in him seemed to fade a little.

He suddenly sneered, with a hint of self-mockery:

"Heh, I am a demon, I don't understand the complicated love affairs of you humans. But..."

He changed the subject, his eyes became sharp as a knife, "I know very well the hypocrisy of those bald donkeys and ox-nosed people! Fifty years ago, they encircled and suppressed Nanxiang, saying that they would exorcise demons and monsters, but in secret, they were just after the ten thousand year old ginkgo wood heart in her body? And that old bald donkey Qianye..."

There was a flash of disdain in his eyes.

"Do you think he really cares about you? What he cares about is just the 'exquisite heart' in your body! You are just a tool for him to achieve enlightenment!"

The four words "Exquisite Heart" sounded like thunder in Su Chen's ears!

His pupils suddenly shrank, and the evil energy surging around his body suddenly stagnated!

The "kindness" of Qianye Gufo when he adopted him, the "respect" he showed when he taught him, and the cold and calculating look in his eyes at the end...

Countless images that were deliberately ignored or suppressed instantly flooded into my mind! Bai Li's words ruthlessly tore off the hypocritical fig leaf!

Looking at Su Chen's expression that changed drastically in an instant and the hatred and enlightenment surging in his eyes, Bai Li knew that he had guessed right and was right.

He said no more and just watched quietly.

After the fierce battle, there was a deathly silence, with only the rustling of fallen leaves in the night wind.

After a long time, the overwhelming emotions in Su Chen's eyes slowly settled down and turned into a deeper, heart-pounding darkness.

The demonic energy around him subsided, the cinnabar between his eyebrows returned to its calm blood color, and the demonic patterns at the corners of his eyes also quietly disappeared.

He slowly walked back to the ginkgo tree and gently brushed away a ginkgo leaf that had fallen into Nan Xiang's hair.

Bai Li looked at his back, which was tall and straight yet revealed a sense of loneliness and desolation.

He let out a click of his tongue, and with a flash of his body, he landed beside the stone table in the yard.

Two ancient wine jars were taken out from somewhere, and the mud seals were broken. The rich and mellow aroma of wine instantly spread out, with a sharp fruity fragrance unique to the demon realm.

"Hey, crazy guy."

Bai Li threw a jar of wine to Su Chen, "After fighting for so long, I feel thirsty. Would you like to have a drink with me?"

The tone still carried the usual arrogance, but it was less confrontational and more of an inexplicable... awkward invitation.

Su Chen raised his hand and caught the jar steadily, and the cold jar was in his hand. He looked down at the jar, and then looked at Bai Li who was taking a sip of wine beside the stone table.

Under the moonlight, the profile of the demon king seemed a little blurry, and the bright red corners of his eyes, in the mist of alcohol, actually revealed a bit of desolation.

No words.

Su Chen held the jar of wine, walked to the stone table and sat down opposite Bai Li.

He broke the mud seal, tilted his head back, and the spicy and cold wine rolled into his throat like a flame, burning his cold internal organs.

This wine was very much like the feeling in his heart at that moment - bitter, spicy, and painful, but with a hint of strange relief after catharsis.

Bai Li looked at him drinking, raised his eyebrows and said nothing more.

The two of them drank silently in this messy courtyard, under the falling golden ginkgo leaves, beside the sleeping Nan Xiang.

The moonlight was like water, stretching their shadows and overlapping them, creating a strange, mutual loneliness.

One is a Buddhist who has fallen into demonism, carrying a deep blood feud and an obsession to defy the heavens; the other is the king who commands all the monsters, seeing through the hypocrisy of the Buddhas and immortals and the coldness of the world.

Fifty years ago, they might have been mortal enemies with clear positions, but fifty years later, under the moonlight, they temporarily put down their weapons and shared a jar of liquor because of their common disdain and loneliness.

The wine entered my sad heart, turned into a silent sigh, and blended into the dark night of Qingwu Valley.

In the distance, the shadows of the mountains are like dormant beasts, and the undercurrent of crisis is quietly approaching.

Nan Xiang saw all of this and her expression was complicated.