- Feng Si!
Chu He suddenly looked back as if he had heard something.
However, behind him, the alien space was empty, and countless mirrors reflected dark light in a staggered manner.
Did you hear it wrong... Chu He turned his head, and his eyes fell on the mirror in front of him. The next second, he realized that there was a figure behind him at some point.
That person had a familiar face, with a familiar smile, and even the tiniest brows and corners of his eyes were exactly the same as in his memory, as if tens of thousands of years had not changed at all.
Chu He's eyes trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a word when he opened his mouth, and after a long time he barely let out a surprised voice: "Shakya...?!"
Sakyamuni took a step forward and placed his hand lightly on Chu He's shoulder.
- He is not a cold illusion in the mirror, but a real person, even the warmth of his palms can be clearly felt through the fabric.
And that temperature was comparable to the hottest fire, burning every inch of nerve through the skin, and the indescribable feeling in the severe pain made Chu He tremble.
The amplitude of his tremors was so violent that he could not turn his head with all his strength, and could not even deflect a little. He could only stare at the mirror not far away, and the smiling Sakyamuni in the mirror, and the weak Own.
"Don't look back," Sakyamuni whispered in his ear.
"Why you… "
Sakyamuni laughed and said, "Little Phoenix, you have grown up."
Chu He gasped violently, his nails pierced deeply into the palm of his hand, until the blood seeped out, flowing vertically and horizontally on the palm lines.
"You still... haven't changed at all, why..."
"It doesn't matter why I'm here, what matters is why you're still here." Shakyamuni smiled: "However, at this exciting moment of reunion after a long absence, don't waste time with boring questions like 'why' Right."
He paused, and his tone carried the same gentle temptation that Chu He remembered in his youth: "If you are with me, are you willing to return to Heaven, my dear... Little Phoenix?"
The hidden meaning in this sentence took a few seconds before it crept into the mind bit by bit, like a tiny electric current, along the nerve endings.
- If the time goes back and the years are reversed, the King Phoenix Ming, who cried bitterly in the empty hall that year, will definitely think that he has obtained the greatest redemption in the nine heavens and ten earths; however, tens of thousands of years have passed, the clouds drifted away, and things were different. Chu He stared at his pale self in the mirror, unable to say a word.
"I... I won't trust you anymore, Shakyamuni..." After a while, his weak voice finally leaked out of the air like breaking ice.
"You have left too many doubts in my heart, and anger and resentment have completely destroyed me... Whether it's after you return to the Colorless Heaven, what happened on Mount Sumeru, or the changes in the way of heaven and law against the four evil realms , or even you ordered the future King Jiang Sanshi Ming-"
"You hate the third world," Shakyamuni said regretfully, "I'm sorry, I should have thought of it earlier."
Chu He swallowed his saliva, and the base of his tongue was slightly numb from being overly tense.
"So, after these things, I can't trust you with all my heart as before... But I have tried my best to stay away from you, to avoid causing any Buddha kalpas, and even the current affairs of Mahavir are concealed from everyone..."
"... I did everything," he paused and breathed, "except... there is no way to destroy my own life."
Sakyamuni raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Have you even tried this?"
"… Yes, many years ago."
Shakyamuni seemed very interested and asked, "So, what if I were to take your life now?"
They stared at each other for a long time in the mirror, the space behind them was vast, silent and eternal.
Chu He looked ahead, tears falling from the bottom of his eyes.
"I will resist," he said.
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Sakyamuni seemed a little surprised and stared at Chu He for a while, but the latter's beautiful eyes were clear and firm in tears, and there was no room for shake.
That unshakable determination is the same as when he made a pilgrimage from the ice and snow to the top of the mountain, just as he pulled out twelve bloody phoenix bones from the sea of blood, just as he stepped into a blood lotus pond eight thousand feet from under a bodhi tree, Facing the obscure, dangerous and unknown future without hesitation, we move forward step by step.
"You have really grown up..." Shakyamuni seemed a little emotional for some reason, and said, "But some aspects have not changed at all. Once a new path is found, even if the rotten water is dripping with the smell of blood, he will grit his teeth. To the end... So, am I too late?"
He stretched out his hand to the thousands of floating mirrors in the distant space, and lightly tapped, countless bizarre pictures appeared on the mirrors.
- It is a fierce and roaring beast under the golden bell of heaven, with a knife and axe, and would rather die than kneel; it is a demon who is not subject to Purdue in the sea of blood, and it is the only one that stands upright when all living beings convert; The man walking on the smoking earth, kneeling on one knee on the battlefield, said in a hoarse voice with blood: "I'm here to propose to you..."
In a farther place, the mirror reflects the warm white light, everyone gathers together, everyone is happy and complete, there is neither cold loneliness nor sad watch.
"Is this your current belief?" Sakyamuni asked softly in his ear, "Is this the love you finally recognize now?"
Phoenix closed his eyes, tears streaming down his pale and transparent face, turning into thousands of tiny flashes in the void.
"You dare not admit it." Sakyamuni laughed, and seemed to find it very interesting: "—You dare not."
He raised the hand on Phoenix's shoulder and pulled down the placket of his shirt.
From the neck to the collarbone, from the slightly convex bones of the shoulders to the large swathes of skin behind, they were all exposed to the air, and a breathtaking glimmer of light flashed in the darkness. It looks so icy and jade-like in texture, but when touched, it has unimaginable warmth, delicacy and softness, just like the fragile and vulnerable heart of the owner of this beautiful body.
"Then, the little phoenix who dared to summon the courage to express his love to me..."
Sakyamuni released his hand, and half of the white robe fell to the ground:
"… still here?"
He picked up Phoenix's long drooping hair, leaned over and placed a kiss on his bare shoulders.
Chu He backhanded and tried to push him away, but his fingers trembled so badly that he had no strength, and was easily caught by Sakyamuni in the palm of his hand.
"Remember the thousand years when you knelt under the Bodhi tree? Heaven's path is forbidden, the Sara Shuangshu, why did you choose it there?"
"If I don't see you, will you kneel for tens of thousands of years until you die?"
Chu He couldn't answer, his lips parted slightly, trembling uncontrollably.
Sakyamuni laughed, and stretched out his hand from behind to block his scattered and unfocused eyes, feeling the wet eyelashes in his palm, fluttering like the last lingering butterfly in the snow.
"Kneeling for a thousand years..." He gently kissed his soft and cold lips, and asked with a light smile, "...under the Bodhi tree, what did you think about?"
"… "
"Is it all about me?"
"… "
The lips and tongue entangled in the breath, and the whimper in the throat was blocked back by a gentle and undeniable, it sounded like some kind of secret cry. For a long while, Shakya grabbed Chu He's chin, made him turn his head slightly, and said softly, "Answer me."
They looked at each other like this, and the countless mirrors in the dark and vast alien space glowed with cold light. The world disappeared, and the eternity was silent. It seemed that there were only the two of them left in the world.
"...That was too long ago..." Chu He finally said hoarsely after a long time, and every word contained tearing blood.
"I already... don't remember..."
Shakyamuni paused slightly.
In the next instant, Chu He's long spear appeared in his hand, and he turned around and swept away, shattering countless mirrors in the violent shock!
-boom!
Hundreds of millions of fragments shone, like bursting stardust, and a tsunami swept through every inch of the vast space in an instant. The figure of Sakyamuni was instantly rushed out of a kilometer, and in the next second, he returned to Chu He, his body soaring like a ferocious bird that was about to shoot at its prey—
The energy tide melted away his last camouflage, revealing the face of King Jiang Sanshi!
He stared at Chu He condescendingly and smiled slightly: "—I haven't seen you for many years, stay safe, Your Highness Phoenix?"
After he finished speaking, he kicked Chu He heavily and flew out!
With a series of loud noises, Chu He flew out and smashed through the huge mirror. The momentum did not slow down, and he directly smashed seven or eight mirrors in a row, and was immediately strangled by the throat of the following Ming King Jiang Sanshi, " Bang!" A sound was firmly nailed to the top of the smooth giant mirror!
"How did you recognize me?"
"..." Chu He gasped and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, before he said hoarsely, "I didn't recognize it."
—His calm voice did not change at all, but the meaning behind the sentence was so clear that King Jiang Sanshi Ming instantly felt a little absurd: "What did you say?"
"I didn't recognize you, it was just a coincidence." Chu He's throat was pinched by iron pincer-like hands, and his voice sounded very strange, even a bit like a mockery: "But now I recognize it."
King Jiang Sanshi Ming stared at his face that was exactly the same as he remembered, and finally saw that it was not a lie.
It wasn't because his voice was natural and his expressions were real, but because he was disdainful—disdain that he didn't bother to cover up with lies.
He finally let go and took two steps back. Chu He fell off the smooth mirror surface, staggered a few steps when he touched the ground, barely stood still, and choked out a mouthful of blood from his lungs.
"Your style is really unchanging and direct... But there's no need to look at me with such disgusting eyes. I came to see you after I removed the law." King Jiang III looked down at him, curled up and sullen. Cough, smiled and asked: "Is it because the last time I hurt you and caused too much psychological shadow? It's hard to forget even now?"
"You think too much," Chu He said, wiping the blood from the corners of his lips, straightening up while pulling up the front of his shirt.
"Oh? Then you're not surprised to see me?"
"I'm only surprised that you dare to blaspheme the Buddha incarnation."
Unexpectedly, King Jiang Sanshi didn't move or refute. After a while, he said leisurely: "Do you think I'm blaspheming Buddha... No. I'm just treating you in the way that Shakyamuni did many years ago, look, you You didn't even find any flaws, which means you actually know—"
Chu He turned around with a punch!
But the wrist was caught in the air, and with a "Bang!" sound, King Jiang Sanshi pushed him against the cracked mirror behind him, and the shards suddenly fell to the ground!
Chu He said sharply, "Are you sick?!"
"Perhaps," King Jiang Sanshi showed a weird smile: "But it doesn't matter, you shouldn't know yet, right? I've already been enchanted..."
Chu He's first reaction was ridiculous, but he didn't really laugh, because then King Jiang Sanshi reached out and untied his cuffs.
- Where his arm rests on his elbow, the black magic pattern on his muscles forms the symbol of the Asura Taoist Secret Mantra, which turned out to be a sign of enchantment!
Chu He stared straight at the black magic pattern, his face was a little blank because of extreme astonishment.
"Before it became a mark, this place was originally a wound... Yes, a wound on my body, one of the five authentic Ming Kings of Tantric Buddhism. You shouldn't know, right? Why was no one close to you on Mount Sumeru back then, no one spoke to you , and even later everyone looked at you with disgust and fear, and whispered behind your back in the corner..."
King Jiang Sanshiming approached Chu He, and his tone was almost malicious: "Do you think it's because you were born with ominous signs and carried a very evil look? No, that's not the case."
"You have been cursed since the first day you came to Mount Sumeru. Except for certain people, anyone who is close to you will encounter bad luck and unforeseen events. Entering the six realms and suffering from reincarnation... And the wound on my body was the one that suddenly appeared on my arm after the day you vowed to cross the sea of blood..."
Chu He's ears were buzzing, he couldn't hear what King Jiang Sanshi Ming was saying, and even forgot to break free from the hand he was holding.
"... Over time, over time, people who originally wanted to get close to you regard you as an ominous sign, and in this alienated and indifferent environment, you can only get closer and closer to specific people... "
"Understood, His Royal Highness Phoenix Ming?"
"You can continue to be so arrogant and stubborn with sad hope, and you will never know those bloody truths and rotten secrets, and stay forever in the illusions that others have carefully sketched for you..."
"Enough!" Chu He burst into a roar, and suddenly broke away King Ming of the Third World!
Jiang Sanshi was caught off guard and took several steps back, only to see Chu He stepping on countless broken glass in the void and striding into the distance.
His robe sleeves and robes fluttered back with the wind brought by his steps. From this angle, his side cheeks were blocked by his side cheeks, so he couldn't see the expression on his face.
However, King Ming of the third generation suddenly remembered a similar scene many years ago. The phoenix cut off his long hair under the sara tree, got up and stepped on the boundless lotus flower, and walked towards the vast sea of red smoke. At that time, the boy's back was so straight, as if All the difficulties and dangers in the future can be overcome, no matter what fate awaits ahead, what kind of hideous smile appears.
If the naive courage at that time had been worn down by tens of thousands of years, what gave him a stronger and more complete faith now
"—Do you want to go to Zhou Hui?" King Jiang Sanshi sneered and said, "It's too late, this game is to hunt him down, and now outside the Thousand Degrees Mirror Realm, there is a deadly sea of death everywhere. —”
Chu He's footsteps stopped, and his face changed drastically.
"In the sea of dead air, all things corrode and flesh melts, and the minions and flesh and blood of monsters turn into foam, and they will never be able to turn over when they fall into the sea of blood."
Emperor Ming of the third generation stretched out his hand towards the distance, and images were displayed on the countless broken mirrors suspended, and at the same time, the angry roar of the beasts that shook the world sounded!
"Or we can make a bet how long this monster can last in the sea of death..."
There was a slightly ironic sneer on the face of King Jiang Sanshi: "Since he was born in the sea of blood but represents the way of heaven, then you can come and see - this time, who else can save him from the sea of blood or the way of heaven?"