Chapter 1430 Shuiyue Temple

The bright moon shines brightly for ten years.

Zhou Xuance, Guang Guangyu.

Yun Qiyou had never heard of the names of these four people. It seemed that the four of them had never appeared in this world.

But Qi Dake and Liang Yin are behind. Bai Wenshan, Dugu Qin. Situ Feng, Su Qinglian, and Yun Qiyou had learned their names from Ye Xiaochuan as early as ten years ago.

He is the master of the twin swords Wu Feng and Zhan Chen in the fourth, fifth, and sixth lifetimes.

Yun Qiyou looked at the haggard old nun in front of him in astonishment. It seemed that Kuang Yueming, Lu Tenshi, Zhou Xuance, and Baong Baoyu in front of him were the second and third masters of the double swords.

Even Situ Feng didn't know the names of the second and third masters of the Double Swords, but he actually learned their names in this shabby little nunnery with only two people in the wild mountains.

It took a while for Yun Qiyou to come to his senses, and took a deep breath to suppress the violent emotional fluctuations in his heart.

She said slowly: "Who are the seniors? Why do you know the names of these people?" The old nun said: "The poor Nifa is just a person from outside the world. As for the names of these seniors... Although the age After a long time, some people still remember them, and there are still some stories about them that have been passed down. Three lives and seven lives of enemies, nine thousand and nine hundred reincarnations, about them.

The legend of seven generations of lovers has finally come to an end. "Yun Qiyou suddenly no longer underestimated this old nun. She felt that this old nun's cultivation level was not very high. She might not lose to her in a fight. However, what this old nun said gave her a mysterious feeling. I had an unpredictable feeling and subconsciously thought that this old nun with the name Yi Nian was a

A well-informed expert.

The little nun didn't know how many times she hit the bell, but she finally stopped moving.

She held a shabby yellow futon from the side and placed it in front of Yun Qiyou, saying, "Fairy Yun, please sit down."

Yun Qiyou glanced at her, nodded slightly, said, "Thank you," and then sat down on the futon.

Then she said to the nun Yi Nian: "Senior, I don't know how much you know about the seven generations of grudges. Can you tell me this?"

The old nun shook his head gently and did not answer. Instead, he asked: "Donor Yun, do you know why this place is called Shuiyue Temple?"

Yun Qiyou was stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise in his eyes. He did not expect that Yi Nian Lao Ni would ask such a question.

She thought for a while and then said: "Junior guesses that it may have something to do with the river flowing at the foot of the mountain. Just before going up the mountain, I stood in front of the nunnery and looked at the river. It was winding and flowing like a crescent moon. "

After thinking about it, the old nun said: "No, this is not the name of this nunnery. The first ancestor of this nunnery was Zen Master Shuiyue. It has been almost ten thousand years."

Yun Qiyou's brows slowly wrinkled, thinking that this old nun was playing tricks on him. How could he know about Zen Master Shuiyue from ten thousand years ago?

When the old nun saw that Yun Qiyou looked unhappy, he continued: "Zen Master Shuiyue is not famous, and very few people in the world know her name. However, you must have heard of her name before she became a monk."

Yun Qiyou said: "I wonder what the real name of Zen Master Shuiyue is?"

After thinking about it, the old nun said word by word: "Her surname is Zhu. As for her name, Pian Ni, there is no need to say more, right?"

Yun Qiyou suddenly took a breath of cold air, his face changed slightly, and said: "Zhu? Was it Miss Zhu from the Shushan Sword Sect back then?"

Yi Nian Lao Ni said nothing, but Yun Qiyou could tell from her expression that he was not wrong.

In that battle, the Shushan Sword Sect, which had been glorious for nearly 20,000 years, disappeared into thin air. After that battle, Zhu Xiaomei also completely disappeared.

Some people say that Zhu Xiaomei has died at Samsara Peak. Some people also say that Zhu Xiaomei was actually not dead, but was rescued by an expert. Later, she saw through the world of mortals and became a nun.

The legend is true! Zhu Xiaomei actually built such a nunnery near the man she loved.

What surprised Yun Qiyou the most was that after so many years, this nunnery was still there and its incense had not been discontinued. Yun Qiyou said puzzledly: "As far as I know, Zhu Xiaomei and Lu Jiaoseng were the first generation masters of Wu Feng and Zhan Chen, and they were also the beginning of the seven generations of enemies. Back then, Lu Jiaoseng went to Xumi for the sixth volume of the Heavenly Book. Chapter, deeply hurt Zhu Xiaomei, and even the destruction of Shushan Sword Sect was directly related to Lu Jiaoseng

Tie. I thought that Zhu Xiaomei must hate Monk Lujiao very much in her heart, but I didn’t expect..."

Yi Nian, an old nun, said: "I didn't expect that Miss A'Zhu would spend the rest of her life here?"

Yun Qiyou nodded.

It was said that since Zhu Xiaomei had such overwhelming hatred in her heart, she would either kill Monk Lu Jiao to avenge her fellow disciples in Shu Mountain, or hide in the ends of the earth and never see this heartless man.

However, Zhu Xiaomei settled down next to Lu Jiaoseng. This doesn't make sense.

As soon as he thought about it, the old nun sighed softly and said: "What a bad fate, what a bad fate. Who can explain the feelings between men and women clearly."

In the next two hours, Yun Qiyou learned more about the dust-laden past events of Zhu Xiaomei and Lu Jiaoseng from Yi Nian Lao Ni.

After that battle, Monk Lujiao had a great enlightenment. When he returned to Wutai Mountain, he kept meditating and worshiping Buddha at the Bodhi Tree in the back mountain. The reason why Zhu Xiaomei did not die was actually saved by Monk Lujiao.

One of the two people was under the bodhi tree, and the other was on the mountainside a few miles away. They looked at each other from a distance every day, but did not say a word.

This scene of looking at each other without speaking lasted for a hundred years.

Until one day, the bell of Shuiyue Temple was not rung as usual, and Lu Jiao Seng walked into Shuiyue Temple for the first time, only to see a cold corpse.

Lu Jiao Seng cried for seven days and seven nights while holding Zhu Xiaomei's Dharma body. After Zhu Xiaomei's Dharma body was cremated, he left and came to the front mountain of Ye Doufeng to rebuild Qingliang Temple.

Ever since Yun Qiyou learned the truth about Lu Jiao Seng's approach to Zhu Xiaomei from Master Wuhui, he has always hated this unfaithful man. Even if Lu Jiao Seng later used his life to repay this debt of love, Yun Qiyou's attitude towards him could not be eliminated.

At this moment, after hearing Lu Jiao Seng crying for seven days and seven nights while holding Zhu Xiaomei's body, Yun Qiyou was speechless.

In love, who is right and who is wrong?

The little nun next to him was in tears at this moment, sobbing. It seems that after hearing such a sad story, she felt more deeply than Yun Qiyou, the person involved in the seven-life grudge.

Yun Qiyou couldn't help but look at this little nun a few more times. She couldn't understand. Isn't it the most important thing for Buddhist disciples to cultivate their minds? Isn't it important to purify the six senses and the four precepts? Why is this little nun so unsteady? Yun Qiyou shook her head gently. With the sentimental nature of this little nun who practiced with hair, she couldn't expect to be ordained as a nun in this life. It is estimated that in a few years, she will leave here and plunge into the prosperous world of the world to find her true love.