Qingyuan stood beside Senior Brother Xuanjue, looking at Chen Mengtian and his group of strange people, and then heard Ning'er's screams, and instantly widened his eyes.

He stared at Senior Brother Xuanjue incredibly and asked tentatively: "Senior Brother... is this your family?"

Just as his voice sounded, Xuanjue woke up instantly from his beautiful eyes that had fallen into Chen Mengtian.

Xuan Jue withdrew his gaze from the woman not far away, but his emotions could not calm down for a long time.

Those flustered eyes were hanging down, and their hands kept twisting the Buddhist beads.

After his emotions calmed down, he replied to Qingyuan: "Don't talk nonsense. You and I are all monks. We have already let go of everything in the mortal world, and we have no distractions and no worries in our hearts."

"..." Chen Mengtian naturally heard these words.

She took two steps back in disbelief, and injuries flashed in her beautiful eyes.

When she saw Jiang Zebei before, she was so excited that she ignored the wrong thing in her heart.

At this time, she looked at her Aze again and found that his ink-like hair disappeared, his eyes were distant and cold, wearing a crescent monk's robe, holding Buddhist beads, and a compassionate attitude of a monk from the world.

The most important thing is that the line of sight he looked at her was clearly strange and alienated.

This fact made Chen Mengtian very excited.

Isn’t it the same for Zhuque, Dark Guard and others?

But no matter what their master becomes, it is their master.

Zhuque took the lead and knelt towards Xuanjue, "My subordinate Zhuque has seen his master!"

"I have met my master!"

"I have met my master!"

The secret guards behind Chen Mengtian, Ning'er and An'er also knelt down to Xuanjue, even Shi Yi.

Even if their master has become a monk now, he is still the master.

"Aze--" Chen Mengtian stared at Xuanjue and called him that.

When Zhuque and others were kneeling down, Xuanjue stared at the person kneeling on the ground with a faint look.

Hearing the woman's gentle and sad voice mixed with sadness, he raised his eyes and looked at the other person with a pair of cold eyes.

He pinched the Buddhist beads in his hand and combined his hands, "Donor, my monk's Dharma name Xuanjue."

Aze, Xuanjue...

Chen Mengtian clenched her teeth, and the disbelief and sadness on her face instantly disappeared.

Her Aze became a monk and also had the magic name, Xuanjue.

Her Aze lost her memory and could not remember her anymore.

Chen Mengtian stared at Xuanjue's picture, and the face that appeared in the dream every day, asking word by word: "Do you really don't know me?"

Xuan Jue's handsome face is as handsome as a god, as the calm and indifferent as before. His dark eyes looked at Chen Mengtian, his eyes were as distant as the gods and Buddhas in the nine heavens, compassionate with the heavens and people, without sorrow or joy, and also seemed to be tolerant that contains all things in the world.

"Donor, I have never seen you."

"puff!"

As soon as Xuanjue finished speaking, Chen Mengtian suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

She let go of the little hands of the two children in her hand and looked at Xuan Jue in disbelief.

"Mother!"

"Mother!"

Ning'er and An'er screamed in panic.

Zhuque and others looked at the wife vomiting blood, and their eyes showed worries. Zhuque had already stood up and headed straight for Chen Mengtian.

Shi Yi was closest to her, and she stepped forward to support her wife's unstable body. Her eyes showed a look of heartache, and she felt a little complaining about her master.

Xuanjue's deep eyes, when he saw the blood gushing into the air, was so dazzling that his heart was tugging, and he felt a little painful.
Chapter completed!