A girl in red was floating in mid-air, the ground under her feet was covered with mud, and there was still some sewage that hadn't penetrated.
Houses washed away by floods and ancient trees uprooted can be seen everywhere.
In such a vast hell on earth, the human corpse is at best a decoration.
The girl lowered slowly, pointing her toes on the muddy mud. She searched around with anxious eyes.
"How did this happen? Stupid monk, don't worry!"
The girl in red stepped forward a little, looking light and light, but suddenly jumped several feet away.
Keep skipping all kinds of corpses.
The girl looked at all directions, and her eyes only stayed on those corpses for a while, and she immediately moved away when she saw an unfamiliar figure.
There was no trace of pity in her eyes, it seemed that to the girl, these corpses were just flowers and stones in the world, nothing more than ordinary existences.
The girl speeded up, and her figure turned into a red light: "Stupid monk, where are you?"
A thick golden light flashed in the distant sky, the girl in red stopped, looked at the place where the golden light disappeared, and showed a pure childlike smile: "Monk."
With a sound of "shua", the girl soared into the sky, like a scarlet meteor, rushing towards the place where the golden light disappeared.
The girl in red rushed to the river in one breath, but saw a scene that broke her heart.
Her monk was sitting cross-legged on the mud.
The spotless robe in memory was stained with mud.
"Monk!" The girl knelt on the mud and hugged the white figure.
In the sky, a glazed pagoda with golden light slowly descended, firmly pressing down on the black shadow as tall as a mountain peak.
The black figure refused to accept it, roared, and manipulated the river to attack the pagoda. The sound of the impact was deafening, the river was surging, and even the ground trembled slightly.
The girl in red didn't even lift her head, she focused on looking at the person in her arms, and tentatively called, "Monk?"
In the girl's arms was a young monk, the monk's robe on the chest was torn off, revealing a fair chest with clear muscular outlines.
Under the heroic sword eyebrows, there is a pair of peach blossom eyes of a woman.
This pair of eyebrows and eyes is the perfect combination of rigidity and softness, handsomeness and eyebrows. No matter what gender you look at, the person in your arms is an existence that charms all living beings.
The lips of the white-robed monk were stubbornly pursed together, and there was a dazzling scarlet around his lips.
The girl panicked, completely different from her indifference when she saw other corpses, she spread her palms to the monk's heart.
The red light enveloped the monk, and after a few breaths, the white-robed monk slowly opened his eyes.
The girl met the monk's eyes, and the joy of the monk's waking up instantly fell to the bottom.
Those eyes that were full of radiance, hiding the bright moon and stars, were dead silent.
The girl's heart seemed to be pierced by the sharpest blade in the world: How could her stupid monk run out of fuel
The white-robed monk was also looking at the red-clothed girl, sighed feebly, and said weakly, "Why did you come here?"
One drop, two drops, the warm liquid dripped on the monk's face, and the heavy rain poured down, quickly wetting the two hugging each other on the muddy river beach.
The monk stared at the dark sky with his lifeless eyes, and murmured, "It's raining."
The red-clothed girl withdrew her red light and stopped the futile rescue.
She gently wiped the blood from the monk's lips, and said angrily, "Do you know how long it took me to find you?"
The monk twitched the corner of his mouth: "Why bother?"
"I am willing."
"Promise me one more thing."
"good."
"Don't commit murder."
"Stupid monk! That river monster made you like this, you..."
The girl's voice stopped abruptly, because the monk in his arms was no longer alive.
The girl rested her chin on the top of the monk's smooth head, watching the Linglong Pagoda push the river monster to the bottom of the river little by little until the last ray of light disappeared.
This process was very long, and the person in her arms was already completely cold.
"Stupid monk, no matter how stupid you are, I will accompany you. You know, I am most afraid of loneliness."
A beam of red light pierced into the sky, and the girl hugged the corpse of the white-robed monk, and manipulated the red light to tear her body open.
…
Sang Yu slowly opened her eyes, her breath filled with the smell of disinfectant.
"Yuwa! Are you awake?"
"Sister Tongtong?"
Sang Tong was sitting beside Sang Yu's bed, with a bandage on his head, his face was haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Is there any discomfort? Where does it hurt? You have been sleeping for three days."
"Three days?"
Sang Yu tried hard to recall, and finally remembered her last memory, her and Mu Rong's bodies were blown away by the waves...
"Where's Mu Rong!?"
Sang Tong said with a straight face: "Don't mention that useless person, just stand there stupidly, I let her take you away, you can't even move, if Su Sifang didn't arrive in time, we wouldn't be able to come back .”
"Sister Tongtong, where's Mu Rong?"
"She's fine, you're the one who's hurt the most."
Sang Yu breathed a sigh of relief: "Sister Tongtong, what happened after I fainted?"
"I heard from Su Sifang: The river demon didn't really wake up. It's not the river demon itself that controls the river water, but its incarnation outside the body. The ability is less than one ten-thousandth of the river demon's body; Su Sifang felt that we were in danger through the bowl, and arrived in time. The underworld also sent people to help, and took away the souls of Ma Hongsheng's family of three. Su Sifang received the bowl, Mother Li is fine, Zeng Tianhan was slightly injured, and the matter was resolved satisfactorily."
"Where is Mu Rong?"
Sang Tong frowned, a little impatiently: "I don't know."
…
Time went back to three days ago.
Mu Rong manipulated Xie Bi'an's soul chain to bind himself: "Since you can't return empty-handed, please trouble God to snatch my soul away."
Xie Bi'an and Mu Rong looked at each other for a long time, suppressed their anger, and said coldly: "The underworld has its own laws, your life is not over, how can we do things that violate the law?"
With a "crash", Xie Bi'an withdrew the soul chain.
Murong smiled lightly, spread out his white palms, and stretched them out in front of him.
Xie Bi'an snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a large bowl filled with emerald green liquid appeared in Murong's hand.
Seemingly a set of inexplicable actions, the two did it in an incomparable tacit understanding.
Murong picked up the big bowl, drank it without hesitation, and then fell limply on the ground.
Fan Wujiu walked to Xie Bi'an's side: "Seventh brother, such a big bowl of yellow spring water, nothing will happen, right?"
"An accident? What can happen to her?"
"What shall we do next?"
"Take some of Murong's blood out."
"yes."
Xie Bi'an mixed Mu Rong's blood into a bottle of liquid and fed it to Zeng Tianhan and Sang Tong respectively.
Walking to Sang Yu's side, her pendant suddenly lit up and flicked Xie Bi'an's hand away.
"Hmph, I actually saved a hand! That's all."
"Take Ma Hongsheng's family and that unjust dead ghost back."
"Amitabha, the gods please stop."
The twenty-four generals of Fengdu looked around: Su Sifang stood behind them with his hands clasped together.
Fan Wujiu opened his eyes of impermanence, looked at Su Sifang, and whispered something in Xie Bi'an's ear.
Xie Bi'an's expression became kind, and he asked with a smile, "What's the matter with you?"
"I don't know if the god can hold his hand high and hand over Li Hanchu's soul to Sifang Duhua?"
"It's easy to say~! This ghost is too resentful to enter Fengdu, let alone enter reincarnation. If you are willing to accept him, it is also his good fortune."
With a wave of his hand, Xie Bi'an handed over Li Hanchu's soul to Su Sifang.
"Amitabha, thank you God Lord."
"We feel the breath of the Yelou River demon and come to the world to help out. Since you are an outsider, you must be more cautious in your words and deeds."
"Thank you, God, for your guidance."
"Walk!"
With a sound of "shua", the twenty-four figures all disappeared.
Niutou Abang Fa Wang's temper is like a fire, he endured all the way, and followed the black and white impermanence back to the hall of impermanence.
As soon as the palace door was closed, Abang couldn't help shouting: "Bai Laoqi, what do you mean? Fengdu's face has been embarrassing for you, and the majestic god actually handed over the soul that he had hooked to a mortal, and spread it out. Is it true that anyone with a little cultivation can get their souls from us?"
Fan Wujiu stood between the two of them, patted Niu Tou Ah Pang on the shoulder, and explained: "Abang, you have misunderstood Brother Seven, that monk is not an ordinary person, behind her sits a golden arhat who has already formed! In this life, joining the female body is just for the sake of surviving calamity, just a short-lived ghost, and this bit of face must be given."
Niutou Ah Bang's eyes widened: "Isn't it too bad that she is beside Mu Rong?"
Xie Bi'an sneered and said: "Unless she wants to destroy her golden body, she is a person who has stepped out of reincarnation with one foot, and she is only one calamity away from becoming a sanctified body. Although I don't know which calamity she will survive, it is absolutely impossible." It has something to do with Mu Rong, getting too close to Mu Rong will only make her fall short, she should be clear."
…
Sang Yu was discharged from the hospital, and Li Hanchu was also taken into the bowl by Su Sifang.
But for some reason, the relationship between Sang Tong and Mu Rong has deteriorated sharply, worse than that of strangers, and it has reached an unprecedented serious level.
Murong is still the same as before, silent and few words, but Sang Tong seems to have taken gunpowder, and from time to time he speaks harshly to Murong.
What was even more strange was that Zeng Tianhan, a passer-by, was also helping out, with a look of dislike for Mu Rong.
Regarding the memory of that night, Mu Rong was blank, she would believe whatever Sang Tong said.
She didn't help a little, and everyone who was hurt was in danger. Although Murong didn't express it, he felt guilty in his heart.
After all, according to Sang Tong's words: She is the only one who has the ability to move, but no one can rescue them. If Su Sifang hadn't arrived in time, they might all be dead.
With such a mood, Mu Rong became more and more silent, silently bearing the taunts and accusations from Sang Tong and Zeng Tianhan.
The author has something to say: I will update it first, and I will add a little bit of Buddhism here later, which can be regarded as hearsay. Everyone just wants to have fun, take a look and laugh it off, mainly for the convenience of understanding Su Sifang.
Maybe I made this up, maybe it's true.
If it doesn’t work, everyone will take it as the setting of my book.
In the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, there are roughly several levels: Buddha, Bodhisattva, and Arhat.
The Buddha is naturally perfect in merit and virtue, has experienced thousands of tribulations, and has survived all the tribulations of the seven emotions and six desires. [Consummation of Enlightenment]
Bodhisattvas are next, but they also achieve positive results. [feel him]
Arhat [self-awareness], what is an Arhat? Some eminent monks who have achieved the Tao have immeasurable merits and virtues, but they still have distracting thoughts in their hearts, so they cannot become Buddhas or Bodhisattvas, so they are sealed as golden-bodied Arhats.
Arhats need to continue to practice, but there are many ways to practice. In the West, doing bitter meditation is one kind of self-improvement epiphany, and the other is to return to the mortal world to cross the kalpa and practice.
The first is slow progress, but less dangerous.
The second is fast progress, and it is possible to become a Buddha if you operate it properly, but it is very dangerous. First, they know nothing and have gone through hardships. Second, their mana is sealed. Third, they are likely to be seduced by the world of mortals. Even the original Arhat status is lost, and there is no going back.
Everyone, just think that my above remarks are the setting of this book, and they are made up.
At the end of the month, please ask for nutrient solution, thank you.
After enduring it for so long, I finally threw out the buried foreshadowing, huh~~~~
I want to write a million words~.