Chapter 937

Ambush!

With a glance, Mengqi scanned the vast hall. After realizing that the Mysterious Fairy was not there, this thought popped up in his mind instantly.

Before entering the Plain Lady's Fairyland, he had already anticipated many situations and deduced different responses. For example, the current Mysterious Fairy had long discovered the traitor or Gao Lan's spying, so she deliberately pretended to set up an ambush to lure Gao Lan to jump into the trap. Or perhaps she was unusually cautious, so she seemed to be in isolation and isolated herself from the outside world, but in fact, she had already shed her shell, holding the treasures that she had prepared, and secretly went through the ordeal in some unknown corner of the world.

Therefore, the situation in front of him did not exceed Mengqi's expectations and preparations. Instead, he had a feeling that this was the case.

How could the matter that he was involved in be as domineering and smooth as Big Brother Doubi had imagined?

He must have this kind of awareness when he invited him to be a helper …

As the thought popped up, Mengqi also had a bitter smile. He pointed the Invincible Blade diagonally and examined the clues in the vast hall. His feet were inside the hall and outside the hall, as if he was standing in two different universes.

As his Divine Sense spread out, he and Gao Lan suddenly exclaimed in unison.

This place seemed to be empty and there was no figure, but in fact, there were all kinds of illusory things floating, like memories, feelings, experiences, and imprints.

Mengqi's thoughts moved suddenly, and the Dao Yi Lamp lit up. The Principles of Karma appeared, allowing him to step into the world of karma, touching the illusory world of the soul and spirit. Gao Lan's eyes were covered with a layer of pale gold, rippling slightly. His holy virtue was like water, and his merit was like a mirror.

After a moment, what he saw was no longer the same. In front of Mengqi was a Buddhist hall. The Buddha was sitting high with a benevolent face, and his golden body was surrounded by white smoke from incense and was illuminated by an old green lamp. A monk in a gray robe had his eyes lowered, knocking on the wooden fish and chanting scriptures day after day, as if he was an ascetic cultivator. However, his youthful face, which should have been full of vigor, had a subtle contradiction with this.

Du du du, Amitabha, so I have heard.

The monotonous sound of the wooden fish contained some kind of calming power. Suddenly, a woman in a red wedding dress walked into the hall. She had a delicate face, and her playful past remained between her eyebrows. She slowed down and stopped behind the monk in a gray robe.

"Why are you here again?" The monk in a gray robe did not open his eyes, and the wooden fish was knocked. His tone was calm but kept people at a distance.

The woman in the red wedding dress raised the corners of her mouth. Her smile was as bright as ever, bringing people unconsciously joy. Her tone was low and calm, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"Master, I am going to marry."

Pa! The wooden mallet in the grey-robed monk's hand suddenly broke, and the sound of knocking stopped abruptly. His entire person was like a clay puppet.

The smile of the woman in the red wedding dress gradually faded, and there was a hint of sadness in her expression.

"I don't want to accept it, so I plan to end it."

With a loud bang, the grey-robed monk jumped up abruptly, causing the incense table to sway.

"Long?" The monk in a gray robe opened his eyes. They were full of anxiety and worry. He stretched out his hands, trying to stop her.

However, in his black eyes, the blood on the neck of the woman in the wedding dress had already dried up. He did not know whether the red dress was a wedding dress or a bloody dress.

His hands passed through, and without touching anything solid, they passed through.

The monk in a gray robe froze. He stared at the figure in front of him that was fading.

There was a ghost in front of Buddha, just to say goodbye.

Clang! The incense table fell to the ground, and ashes flew everywhere, covering the Buddha. The scene gradually dispersed, and the smoke curled up in the wide hall.

"What is this?" Mengqi frowned, and many questions arose in his mind. At this time, another "picture" unfolded in front of him and Gao Lan.

On the sickbed, a beautiful and naive woman reclined against a pillow. Her cheeks were fleshless, and she was so sick that her bones were sticking out. She was inhaling more than she exhaled. Her eyes, which should have been beautiful, gradually became turbid.

Next to her, a middle-aged scholar was holding her hands tightly. His eyes were full of sorrow and sorrow.

This middle-aged scholar's eyebrows were rather thick, revealing a bit of rigidity. The beard on his mouth was rather long, looking rather strange.

As soon as Mengqi saw him, his name popped up in his mind.

"The Wild Traveler of the Six Seas, Wu Jizhen!"

He was a guru who had an unforgettable relationship with a Nirmanakaya of the current Mysterious Fairy!

Thus, Mengqi understood.

The scenes in the hall were the experiences of different Nirmanakaya of the Mysterious Fairy. Her life when the cause and effect were manifested?

I betrayed someone, and someone betrayed me!

At this time, the beautiful and naive woman on the sickbed shook Wu Jizhen's arm gently, and said with sincerity,

"From now on, forget, forget about me …"

Her voice stopped, and her life was gone. No matter how much Wu Jizhen injected his life vitality, it was useless. He suddenly raised his head and let out a long cry, as if he had lost his partner.

Since the experiences of different Nirmanakaya were shown in the Plain Girl Hall, the current Mysterious Fairy must be nearby! An idea flashed across Mengqi's mind. He looked at the direction of the back hall and shrank the ground into inches.

It seemed that it was not a trap as he had guessed earlier, but the location of the Mysterious Fairy's closed-door meditation was very strange, or her current state was very puzzling.

Could it be that she was trying to break through?

Obviously, Gao Lan thought of it faster than Mengqi. As soon as his Taoist robe flashed, a bright yellow figure appeared in front of them. The two of them had broken through the story of the Heaven's Favored Lady who cut off her ill-fated relationship, and the story of childhood sweethearts who loved each other all their lives until they grew old and were buried together in the same tomb, with only one corpse left.

The further they went, the deeper they went into the spiritual world of the current Mysterious Fairy. They had observed hundreds and thousands of different lives and different emotions.

Suddenly, Gao Lan slowed down. At the gate that separated the front hall and the back hall, a woman in a plain robe was standing quietly. She was elegant and pure, and there was mercy in her eyes, as if she wanted to save all living beings in the world.

Her hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, like a householder.

Then, Mengqi saw Gao Lan stop. His cold and deep eyes were filled with indescribable surprise and passion, as if he was a young man in love.

"Yan Ran …" He called out in a low voice.

Yan Ran? Is she my sister-in-law? Mengqi also stopped and looked over. He saw that the woman in a plain robe had many wounds on her body, as if she had experienced a bloody battle. There were also vague enemies around her.

"Gao Lan." Yan Ran looked over in surprise.

Gao Lan was moved. He raised his right hand and waved his long sword, destroying all the illusory enemies around him. He said excitedly,

"Yan Ran, I will definitely save you this time!"

"I will definitely let you occupy the dominant position of the Mysterious Fairy Taoist Body!"

With a step forward, Gao Lan appeared in front of Yan Ran. He stretched out his right hand and held Yan Ran's slender hand.

Their hands touched and passed through each other.

Yan Ran's face was filled with indescribable regret. She whispered again,

"Gao Lan …"

The figure gradually disappeared, and the imprint collapsed.

What's going on? Meng Qi's gaze passed through Yan Ran and looked at the back hall. He saw the current Mysterious Fairy sitting beside the coffin. Her body was blurry as if she had returned to the mist.

The current Mysterious Fairy passed away?

She lost control before she took the step of White Sun Soaring. She suffered a backlash and passed away on the spot. Then, the imprint of Nirmanakaya flew out and left a mark in the hall?

The Mysterious Fairy actually died! Mengqi could hardly believe his eyes. He had predicted many situations and different developments, but he never thought that it would be like this.

I guessed the beginning correctly, but I didn't guess the ending correctly …

The current Mysterious Fairy was not unusually cautious and deliberately set up a trap. She also didn't guess that Brother Doubi would attack in advance and break into the Plain Girl Sect in an attempt to kidnap her. However, she died.

She died. As a Nirmanakaya, Yan Ran couldn't even reincarnate!

Brother Doubi had prepared for so many years, but he met with such an ending. Was it really fate?

What was fate?

Breaking through to Dharmakaya was the difference between humans and immortals. It was one of the biggest barriers on the road of cultivation, and the possibility of failure was high. It was just that he and Brother Doubi subconsciously avoided this possibility.

Mengqi looked back in shock at Gao Lan. He saw him staring at the dissipating figure in front of him. His right hand was still in a clenched posture. He whispered,

"Yan Ran …"

Since ancient times, too much love left only regret.

Bang!

The Plain Girl Palace was shaken because of the stress caused by Mengqi and Gao Lan's intrusion.

The two of them were unable to follow their plan and leave quickly.

"Yan Ran!"

Gao Lan suddenly raised his head and screamed. His voice echoed and was inexplicably sad.