"What did you see?"
"The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood."
"Why did you come?"
"Murder comes."
"Jinglin." The true Buddha lowered his eyes with compassion, "Looking back is the shore."
Jing Lin raised his head and spread out. His eyes were indifferent, the hem of his clothes was soaked in blood, and the blade of his sword was slashed on the ground. Surrounded by a hopeless sea of blood, above his head are countless gods and Buddhas.
"It's too late," he said softly.
Jinglin stepped on the steps, and the three thousand Jia Yunjian retreated together. Every time he took a step, Sanqianjia took a step back. Everyone was silent in the face of him. He was clearly alone, but he made the gods in this world feel like a great enemy. He walked so slowly, as if he was coming and going, as if he was still the well-known Lord Linsong.
Ripples appeared in the lotus pond of the Brahma altar, turbid by the ticking blood beads. Li Rong, the commander of the top three thousand in the cloud, knelt down in front of the lotus pond, held a long spear, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Jinglin...why do you do this! Once today is over, you will no longer have a place to stay. What kind of hatred do you have? , what a resentment! Even if he is at fault, he should be handed over to Jiutianjing. Why don't you open your mouth, why don't you open your mouth
Li Rong actually vomited blood, his eyes were red, his whole body was trembling, and he lost his voice and choked up.
"—Aren't you going to live?"
Jing Lin has already stepped on the last step, he seems to have taken the warmth away from elsewhere, and the rest is only the coldness of the bones. The real Buddha of the Brahma altar, Nian Hua, faced him, and all the monks behind him recited the scriptures in unison. The people covering the sky and the sun were all people, but none of them were side by side with him. His sword edge knocked lightly on the ground and finally stopped.
A large golden coffin lay in front of the Buddha without a lid. The triple-printed Brahma chain was locked layer by layer, revealing the man with closed eyes inside, with a serene expression, as if in a deep sleep.
"You have committed a monstrous crime, and you are still stubborn." The real Buddha looked compassionate and looked at Jinglin, "You are still unwilling to put down the butcher knife when your father is in front. Father kills friends before giving up?"
As if Jing Lin hadn't heard it, Yanquan sword turned and swept across, and a line of green light suddenly brightened. The chants of the monks stopped abruptly, and then the wind roared out from the green light. For a time, everyone covered their faces and swayed, but the true Buddha remained standing.
"Jinglin." The true Buddha said kindly, "Bow your head and obey orders, take refuge in the Brahma altar. Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground."
The lotus flowers bloomed everywhere, the Buddha's light shined, and the sound of chanting sutras resumed. The three thousand armorers in the clouds shouted in unison, killing them. The long ringing bell on the Jiutian Terrace in the distance is far away, and the goddess of Shengle looks like weeping. However, seeing Jinglin not retreating but advancing, the blue color melted into the sonorous silver armor, and the red and blood flowers burst together. The clouds are covered with a layer of red clouds, and the pharynx sword flashes like mercury. The blood disturbed everyone's minds. Some of the gods covered their mouths and noses and stepped back, looking at Jing Lin in horror and horror. I don't know how Lord Linsong, who had been neglected in the past, suddenly became such a god of killing.
Wherever Jinglin passed, blood flowed down the steps. He could not hear the dissuasion of others, and he had the golden coffin in his eyes. The real Buddha seems to be sighing, but to him it seems to be far away. When he and Li Rong brushed past, Li Rong raised his arm to block, but only his fingertips brushed the hem of Jinglin's clothes. At the moment when Jinmang and Hongxia crossed, the two became different paths from then on.
"Jinglin!" Li Rong suddenly burst into grief, he staggered up, and tried to chase after him. But his armor was overwhelmed and he was seriously injured. I saw Jinglin's back disappearing into the golden light, the true Buddha pointed his fingers, the Yanquan sword burst into blue light, and the sky was smashed by the strong wind, and the Yanquan sword had passed through the Brahma chain to take the man's head on the neck of the coffin. The next moment, the hopeless sea of blood beat the waves, and the Nine Heavens and Four Sovereigns slammed down together.
The stars gather, the Sanskrit words rotate, and the golden light forms a hurricane. The chanting of the monks accelerated, and Jinglin was surrounded by them. He had fulfilled his wish, threw the head in his hand down the steps, and looked back slowly. Li Rong didn't know when he burst into tears, and in the blink of an eye, he saw that Jinglin replied to him.
Are you not going to live
Life has come to this point, no need.
In the blink of an eye, Li Rong saw that Jing Lin was shattered in the outflanking, and even the cyan fluorescent light disappeared together. From then on, there will be no Lin Songjun again. All his past and old stories are gone with the wind, and even if there is no soil to bury, they disappear.