No trace was left on him.
Later, he learned that his master had Buddha bones, so his lifespan was much longer than ordinary people, and his old age was much slower.
At that time, he was simply envious. After many years, there was no even envy.
Because his master, who should have lived a long time, was gone when he was in his twenties, just to save one life.
What about wearing Buddha bones? Still dead early.
At that time, he couldn't tell whether he was sad or something, but sometimes when he was alone in the Wangxing high-rise building of Tianjiyuan, he would suddenly think of the previous national teacher.
Later, at the foot of Jiang Song Mountain, he brought back his next appointment—a child with Buddha bones who resembled his long-dead master at a very young age.
He gave the child the name of the second national teacher, Xuan Min.
As a result, the faint envy of the past came to the fore again. At first, it was only a little, but as Xuan Min grew up, it accumulated more and more.
In the more than ten years in charge of Xuan Min, he tried to suppress this emotion and persuaded himself to stay away from the temple. However, in the end, he couldn't hold back. When he suddenly found that he was getting old uncontrollably, and one day he would turn into a handful of loess, envy turned into jealousy.
Insufficient greed.
Not enough greed...
The dark clouds are getting heavier and heavier, and his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. At the last moment of his consciousness, he suddenly saw the big waves coming from his head, and there was a faint cry in his ears.
This is not the same as his original intention. He just wants to seek something beneficial to himself while pacifying disasters and saving people.
It's just that I don't know when, under greed, the road becomes more and more crooked...
It is said that when a person is about to die, his words are also good. This may be because the former nobleman has a spirit, so that he regained a little bit of his original intention in the end. As for the debt owed, it will probably be repaid in the form of a side-by-side...
Zu Hong was in a daze, groping for his string of copper coins, and smeared his face with blood.
Then the dim gold thread was scattered from the copper coins, holding the wave headed towards the village to the side...
The Buddha's bone formation has not yet been fully effective, the strong wind is still whistling in the ear, the mountains are still rumbling and trembling behind him, countless terrified screams and mournful cries are torn apart by the strong wind, and the surging river waves are like galloping Thousands of white horses came, almost to the sky... In the end, they didn't really drown the river bank.
Because the eight hundred miles of mountains and the two thousand miles of river waves are being pulled by countless golden threads, and the other end of the golden thread is in Xuan Min's hands.
Xuanmin, on the other hand, was half-kneeling in front of Xue Xian.
The influence of the keel had not yet dissipated from Xue Xian. He could not see or hear. He just hung his hands in a daze, like a stone statue. The tide can hit him. Those drenched traces are all cold sweat and invisible blood...
Xuan Min coughed a few times, but never looked away from Xue Xian's face. His robes, which were always like clouds and snow, were dyed a deep red with blood, and his raised fingers were also glowing with ashes.
He slowly scattered the long section of the real dragon's spine that he had retrieved, and pushed it into Xue Xian's body little by little.
Xue Xian's dull eyes finally moved, and a faint light appeared.
However, Xuan Min raised his hand to cover his eyes, and after looking at him quietly for a long time, he finally reached out and kissed him.
It was a kiss that could be closed at the touch of a button, as light as the morning fog, and as heavy as the mountains and rivers overwhelmed.
Xuan Min coughed and lowered his eyes, but his palm still gently covered Xue Xian's eyes, and then the cough became lower and lower...
Zu Hong's eyes finally dispersed due to his longevity, and he lowered his head feebly.
And Xuan Min's hand slid down a little lifelessly, revealing Xue Xian's red eyes...
The author has something to say: The protagonists are immortal, and they also come with a kiss. Is it considered a piece of candy →_→It will be all candy from tomorrow~
Chapter 92: A Hundred Years of Peace (3)
His eyes were wide open, and it seemed that as long as he squinted a little, a layer of water mist covering the dark eyeballs would flow down the corners of his eyes.
There was a strong smell of blood in his nose, following the wind by the river and bypassing Xuan Min's hand, lingering in Xue Xian's nose, and he couldn't shake it away. Those monstrous river waves and constantly shaking mountains were reflected in Xue Xian's eyes, but his mind was blank.
Even though his five senses had begun to recover slowly, he felt that he still couldn't see or hear.
Otherwise, how could Xuan Min, who has always been so cold and slack in the capital, hang his head so low, as if he would never lift it up again;