Qu Lang knelt on the ground with a thud, swearing that he would find out the rat in the dark place in the shortest possible time, and would never let the old man spend any more time.
Rong Xian let him go, looking down at the corpse on the ground, she said, "Clean it up."
After all, the mist dissipated in place.
Qu Lang didn't dare to delay at all, and quickly eliminated all the clues of the breath after Rong Xian's appearance, and then wiped the cold sweat and summoned his subordinates to do business.
Although he was threatened by the lord, Qu Lang was still very excited. This is a trick with people outside Xiaoqianjie. It is different from hanging up the famous people in Xiaoqianjie. If they can really be uprooted this time, why not? Doesn't it mean that he won the outside world
Excited.
Not to mention Qu Lang's hot-blooded appearance, after Rong Xian left here, she quickly came to a hidden place.
The mist dissipated, and it was still the white dress with a little bit of blood on it.
But her complexion has improved a lot. No matter how strong the injury is, the vitality in the wood spirit orb will swim through, and most of it will heal.
Although her clothes were stained with dirt, her posture was still elegant and her steps were still calm.
Then, she turned a corner, and her eyes fell on the person in Tsing Yi who was waiting there quietly.
The man turned his head, and it was the left protector.
He looked at Rong Xian carefully, and the corner of his mouth leaked a faint joke: "You don't look like an ordinary embarrassment."
Rong Xian squinted her eyes, the harmless aura around her body changed instantly, her bearing was as deep as the sea, and those phoenix eyes were so clean that no shadow could be left behind.
Her tone of voice was slightly raised, no longer soft and tactful as before, but instead gave people a sense of aloofness.
She said: "It seems that Ningyue is also here."
Zuo Hufa was ordered by her to protect Rong Yu at Wuxin Cliff. After Rong Yu left, he stayed at Wuxin Cliff to monitor Neng Yue. At this time, he appeared in Shiqiao Stream, which proved that Ning Yue was definitely coming. After all, Zuo Hu Fa did not have the guts to violate the law. her order.
There was a stream of light in the left guard's eyes, and he said in awe: "You are still as powerful as ever, you can see through everything with ease."
Rong Xian showed a slight smile, gentle and kind.
Protector Zuo shivered uncontrollably, rubbed the goose bumps on his body and remained silent.
Rong Xian said calmly, "Don't be afraid, I just want to catch up with you."
Guardian Zuo: "..." Then don't scare me!
"Without me." Rong Xian called out, her tone light and unrealistic, ethereal and unpredictable.
The look on Zuo Hufa's face disappeared in an instant, and the demonic energy around him dissipated, becoming pure and clear, clean and holy.
At this moment, the auras around him and Rong Xian actually overlapped for an instant.
"All actions are impermanent, and everything is suffering. All dharmas have no self, and it is a joy to be silent. Amitabha."
He stood there with a Buddha bead in his hand, and looked at Rong Xian calmly, only to hear him say lightly: "Master Rong, the poor monk has no manners."
Rong Xian's phoenix eyes were as clear as the sky, she looked at the selfless, and sighed: "Hanxi Temple is still there, if you want to go back, go back."
The man in Tsing Yi stood on the spot, his long hair was randomly bound by a wooden hairpin, his eyebrows were slightly narrowed, and he was handsome.
He looked at Rong Xian quietly, and there was a trace of sadness in his calm eyes, "The poor monk can't go back."
He paused for a moment, his voice was still indifferent, and there seemed to be no joy or sorrow: "Hanxi Temple is still there, the old friend is no more, the poor monk has been enchanted and can't get out."
Rong Xian smiled softly, her breath warmed up, as if the spring wind was blowing the earth, she smiled so holy and sympathetic: "Buddhist has a saying: The sea of suffering is boundless, and the shore is just right, as long as you kill the demons in your heart, you can come out. "
Wuwu looked at her, his eyes as black as ink was a kind of unshakable peace, he opened his mouth softly, every word was like a Buddhist verse: "Everything and living beings have a reason for their existence, and the same is true of demons. Although the Buddha has a vajra with angry eyes, the poor monk is willing to use his own body to save the devil."
"Really?" Rong Xian took a step forward, completely different from the slight curvature of the corners of her mouth is the pair of eyes like the deep sea, with a soft and weightless tone, "Without me, you just don't want to come out, you Has the Buddha told you how the souls who do not want to be redeemed can get out of hell?"
Wu I looked up at the sky, as if I saw a Buddha with a majestic appearance in the main hall.
Immediately, he looked at Rong Xian calmly, and said in a calm tone, "The poor monk has long since turned away from that lofty Buddha and fell into the boundless abyss."
Because the poor monk has someone he misses deeply in his heart, and that person is more important than the Buddha.
Eventually, she died.
Buddha did not save her, nor could he save her.
Rong Xian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice seemed to be nostalgic and sad: "Cousin will not come back. Without me, the obsession should be broken, and it should not be deeply trapped."
Although she is not a good person, she is also unwilling to watch the last deceased sink into the darkness, and she will never find the face of the past, and she does not want the clean memory of the past to change beyond recognition.
Wu Wu met her clear phoenix eyes, and it was rare to stare at him, and the Buddha on the far side seemed to be looking at him with compassion.
He said: "Everyone in the world has obsessions, poor monks have them, benefactors have them, immortals have them, and demons also have them. If obsessions can be easily broken, they are no longer obsessions."
He couldn't forget his girl's obsession and affection when he saw him unconsciously laughing, the shy blush that his girl bowed her head when she brought him a newly sewn robe, and the overbearing announcement of his girl. He belongs to her, and the girl who can't forget him often sneaks in during his evening class and leans on her and keeps asking: What is more important between me and the Buddha.
Wu Self moved the Buddha beads. Over the years, he returned to that scene in his dreams countless times. His girl asked him over and over again in his ear: What is more important between me and the Buddha
He gently embraced his girl and told her firmly: You are more important than Buddha.
Then his girl looked shy, they said goodbye to Buddha and lived happily together.
But dreams are always dreams, and reality is always too late.
When he said goodbye to Buddha and was about to grow old with his beloved girl, his girl left him and never came back.
The Buddha said that all conditioned dharmas are like dream bubbles, dew and electricity, and should be viewed in this way.
But Buddha, disciples can't do it.
He squeezed the beads tightly and whispered softly, "Amitabha."
Rong Xian didn't persuade him any more, the destruction of the Rong family was more than just me.
She looked at Wuwu's calm eyes, and a black air burst out, and then the clean aura around her body was suddenly infected with demonic energy, and the corners of her slightly pursed mouth also raised a playful smile.
"Have you finished talking about the old lord?" Zuo Hufa said.
Rong Xian looked at the selfless inner demon's left guardian, pondered for a moment, and instructed: "It's over, Hanxi will appear soon, you can find a way to lead Ningyue to Hanxi for Hanxi to deal with."
Rong Xian: I feel that there may be a river of blood _(:з"∠)_
(End of this chapter)