Ningyue screamed and fell to the ground with a painful look. Layers of black mist all over her body quickly escaped from her body and scattered away as if driven by something.
With the passage of these black mists, the smooth and tender cheeks of Condensing Moon began to wrinkle, and her ink-like hair slowly turned gray.
Ningyue's eyes widened and she looked at the left Dharma protector, her expression horrified: "Buddha, you are actually a Buddha."
In response to her, the left protector gently twisted the bead string, and said Amitabha without any sorrow or joy.
Ningyue's face has been aging, her whole body is shrouded in golden Buddha's light, a big 'swastika' shone with flashes of light, seems to want to wrap her in it.
Seeing that Ningyue was in a dangerous situation, A Qi turned the forbidden spirit chain in his hand to bind Ningyue, and then desperately escaped from the siege with Ningyue.
Seeing so many people, Lou Hanxi couldn't stop a Qi, his eyes fixed on the forbidden spirit chain, his face was gloomy: "It is ridiculous to do whatever you want with the spirit tool given by the Lord."
She said coldly, "Yuewei will go after him and kill him."
Hearing the order, Yuewei hurriedly chased in the direction where A Qi and Ningyue escaped.
Lou Hanxi waved her hand, and the shadows retreated into the darkness, her attention fell on Wuwu: "Master Wuwu, long time no see."
Wu-self nods lightly, and has a refined temperament, like a cloud that is not stained with dust in the nine heavens: "Hanxi benefactor."
Lou Hanxi looked complicated: "I remember that the master used to be the host of Hanxi Temple, and now he calls my name, how does the master feel?"
Wuwu smiled lowly, diluting the holy Zen all over his body, like a fairy who fell into the mortal world: "I miss it very much."
Lou Hanxi looked sad and hated, sad for his present attitude, hating the culprits who caused all this.
Wuwu was picked up and brought up by the host of Hanxi Temple. He was about the same age as Cousin Jing. He was a childhood sweetheart. Lou Hanxi would often go to Hanxi Temple with Cousin Jing to play with Wuwu.
Without me, she will tell many stories, cook irresistible meals, and brew the most mellow wine in the world. Her winemaking skills were learned a little bit by her, but without me she has long since stopped making wine. .
Lou Hanxi still remembers Wuwu's original appearance, his arrogant character, his brilliance, and his exile-like temperament.
But now I can no longer see it, and it is always regrettable and regrettable that the high-level immortals fall into the mundane world.
Lou Hanxi was silent, perhaps because the regret in her eyes was too obvious, the movement of Wu-self turning the Buddha beads stopped, and said sincerely: "Hanxi donors don't have to be like this, everything is determined."
Lou Hanxi couldn't hold back and stabbed him: "Since you know it's a fixed number, why do you immerse yourself in the past and can't get out."
Wuwu gave a wry smile and said frankly: "It's the poor monk's cultivation that is not at home."
He looked at the dead corpses around him, sighed and said earnestly, "Hanxi, you have killed too many people, and you have taken revenge on too many targets. The cost of this road is too high, you can't afford it."
Lou Hanxi said stubbornly and firmly: "Except for this life, I will soon have nothing, and it doesn't matter what the price is."
A layer of black mist shrouded her body, and her voice became faint: "Master, this kind of thing that is going to hell should be done by a sinful person like me. If you can, you can still be that high holy monk, Purdue people. ."
She swayed, turned into a black mist and flew towards the small courtyard she had been watching before. Behind her, several shadows followed.
In place, I stood silently for a long time.
After a long time, he looked up at the sky and seemed to see the high Buddha through layers of obstacles.
He murmured softly: "My Buddha is compassionate and has boundless mana, why can't I save a little girl."
When the voice came out, Wu I was in a trance, and then he realized that he was resentful in his heart, resenting his Buddha.
Once, his little girl said: "You take refuge in the Buddha, and I take refuge in you, okay?"
He said, "Okay."
Then, he who converted to Buddha lost his beloved girl, and the girl who converted to him lost his life.
From then on, he broke the precept of killing, damaged his cultivation, had empty thoughts, and betrayed the Buddha.
There is no more compassionate holy monk in the world, he can't even save himself, how can he save others.
Wisps of black air flashed across Wuwu's eyes, and he changed back to the unpredictable Left Protector.
Protector Zuo rubbed his forehead in distress, turned and walked away. The task of protecting the young master entrusted to him by the lord is not over yet, he should do his duty a little more.
On the other side, Rong Xian walked into the house, and Ye Mingzhu took this simple house as if it were daylight.
She sat at the table and looked at Bai Changyue who had just walked in. With a slight movement of her fingertips, a silver needle was dressed in gold thread and moved towards Bai Changyue like lightning.
Bai Changyue was startled, and his hands subconsciously grabbed the silver needle, his heart was tumbling, what was going on, did Rong Xian want to shoot at her
Before she could figure out why, she saw the silver needle suddenly turn around and stick to her wrist.
At the same time, the golden thread was wrapped around her wrist, and by the way, the silver needle was bound to her wrist.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, Bai Changyue came back to her senses, and just wanted to question Rong Xian, but saw Rong Xian frowning slightly, her fingertips on the silk thread.
Bai Changyue was startled, is this taking the pulse
Yan Fei walked in to see this scene, and sat quietly on the other side of the table, watching Rong Xian's movements with interest.
How advanced Rong Xian's medical skills are, just look at who she has turned over the medicine, and it will be clear who is recognized as the number one medical expert in the world. It is really rare that she can see her treat a disease with her own eyes, or to treat an incurable disease such as Bai Changyue. what.
Bai Changyue also knew that if there was really one person in this world who could cure her stubborn illness, it would be Rong Xian, so she stared at Rong Xian without blinking. Hear bad news.
After a while, Rong Xian's fingers moved slightly, and the silk thread wrapped around Bai Changyue's wrist loosened with the silver needle.
Yan Fei raised her eyebrows, not expecting the thread to find her again.
But she didn't move, letting Rong Xian investigate her injuries, and Bai Changyue also sat beside Yan Fei and waited.
The time to diagnose Yan Fei's pulse was much shorter than that of Bai Changyue. Rong Xian took back the golden thread after knowing the physical condition of the two.
"Doctor Rong, how is it?" Bai Changyue tried her best to suppress her inner expectations and asked in a trembling voice, she didn't even dare to ask 'can it be cured'.
She was afraid that she would be disappointed again. If Rong Xian couldn't be cured, she was afraid that no one would be able to cure her again, and she might be like this for the rest of her life.
Rong Xian didn't betray her. The corners of her lips raised a warm arc, and her eyes were as clear as the sky, full of tolerance, with a touch of reassurance: "It can be cured, don't worry."
Bai Changyue's tense body loosened, and the tears in her eyes couldn't help rolling down.
Rong Xian: The Buddha watched from the sidelines, and let the magic save all sentient beings.
(End of this chapter)