For many, many years, the master retreated to recuperate his wounds, and it was the second brother who taught him hand in hand, recited the Dharma for him, and eliminated the sins and hatred in his heart.
[Blood Moon] is ruthless, [Jing Yuan] refines the heart.
It can be said that the second senior brother gave him a second life.
It is impossible for him to watch the second senior brother disappear into the world without paying attention.
Therefore, the only option is to change your fate against the sky!
Going against the sky, the sky and the earth will not tolerate it.
Can he still be with Yumo like this
If they were forced to be together, would it harm Yu Mo instead
But even if he told himself over and over again in his heart that if he chose to save the second senior brother, he would end this mortal relationship.
But when he heard Leng Yumo's news, his dead heart still beat violently.
He wants to see Yumo!
More than ever, he wanted to see Yumo crazily.
Only when he saw Yumo and held her tightly in his arms, could he realize that he was still alive, not the walking dead puppet back then.
"...Master, Master Jingyuan?"
The patriarch's shout came from next to his ear, which brought back Jing Yuan's thoughts.
"Master Jingyuan, do you know Miss Yumo?"
Jing Yuan opened his chapped lips, and it took him a while to find his voice: "Is she...here?"
The patriarch sighed: "Miss Yumo has just gone to [Yin Yang Sect] through the teleportation array, if you come back one step earlier, you can meet her. However, [Yin Yang Sect] will not go to dive until at least tomorrow." Under the abyss, Master, if you rush over now, you may still meet her."
Jing Yuan held the piece of paper in his hand in a trance, and slowly kneaded it into a ball.
Knuckles rattled.
Maybe this is his fate, fate... no fate.
Even the sky is making him miss, telling him not to continue.
That being the case, let it go!
Jingyuan put his palms together slowly, and said softly: "Amitabha, if there is a destiny, we will meet each other, since there is no destiny... that's all, little monk bid farewell."
His voice was calm, dry, without a trace of ups and downs.
But his heart seemed to be tightly clenched by something, and he could hardly breathe due to the pain.
Break away, break up!
The master said that only by cutting off the ties of the world, abandoning cause and effect, and staying away from the sins of love, can one achieve righteous results.
But no one told him that it would be so painful when he broke up.
It far surpassed the bruises all over his body when he was a blood moon, and also surpassed the thousands of cuts from his sins that were cut and stripped inch by inch by Buddha's light.
"Master, master, are you leaving now?"
Wu Meng walked forward reluctantly, as if wanting to keep her.
But as soon as she stretched out her hand, she froze in mid-air.
The little monk in front of him had a handsome face, but at this moment, this face was like Shura's.
His eyes were red, as cold as ice and snow.
The most frightening thing was that red flames surged all over his body, as if trying to swallow him whole.
Wumeng screamed in fright, and sat down on the ground.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?"
"Master Jingyuan, this, is this insane?"
"Master Jingyuan, what happened? Calm down?"
The patriarch looked terrified, and quickly directed the tribe to retreat, holding a magic weapon in his hand, and looked at the young monk nervously.
He was obviously fine just now, but the little monk who seemed to be full of Buddha nature suddenly became so terrifying.
It's like an evil ghost climbing up from hell.