In the end, Shen Wanqing couldn't control Xie Wuyan.
He stood up with difficulty, his body was extremely hot, and he might burst through the meridians at any time and exploded to death.
However, he laughed lowly, just like when Shen Wanqing saw him in the Demon Sealing Cave, his eyes were red, and the smile on his face was not only mad, but he could only see the killing intent that had become numb.
Xie Wuyan tore open the vines around him, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he didn't care that his body had been cut open by those sharp thorns with deep visible scars.
It took most of Shen Wanqing's strength to suppress Xie Wuyan, she knelt in the middle of the vines and looked up at his back.
"What supported him to survive was only the desire to fight that was carved into his bones. As long as he was alive, he would continue to kill until his wounds could not heal, his body rotted completely, and he died of exhaustion."
"Why doesn't he want to leave? He has to live in this world and become a ghost."
"Maybe I should ask you-"
Xia Qing's voice was getting closer, she was like a charm, she didn't know when she appeared behind Shen Wanqing, breathing like a snake, licking her neck: "Why don't you want him to leave?"
Shen Wanqing looked at Xie Wuyan not far away.
She didn't realize how painful Xie Wuyan was now.
His body temperature was no longer cold, and the strong desire for life forced every part of his body to become a weapon, and even the blood flowing under his skin became hot.
It's like an unconscious weapon that transforms into an adult form.
"Admit it, there's nothing wrong with being selfish at all."
The vines grow silently, inch by inch bounding Shen Wanqing's waist, as if to wrap her whole body into an airtight silkworm chrysalis.
Xia Qing: "You can stay here with me. With him, Chitong Pass will become a dead city, and no one in the world will bother you again."
The sound of the surrounding wind gradually weakened, and the vines pulled her body and moved closer to Xia Qing.
It seems that Feng Ruoqing and Ji Feichen's voices are vaguely heard from far to near, but because of the vines, all the voices have become unreal.
"Come to me." Xia Qing's voice was very low, and it sounded very clearly in Shen Wanqing's ears, "We are the same people, no one will know you better than me."
Is that so.
The flames converged into the shape of a sword in an instant, born from Shen Wanqing's hands, almost in the blink of an eye, she turned over, and then the two of them were extremely close to each other, and quickly pierced the sword accurately into Xia Qing's body. middle.
She looked up at Xia Qing's face, and sighed helplessly: "I said, no one knows seduction better than me."
Xia Qing is indeed very smart, and has been using Shen Wanqing's weakness to stimulate her to relax her nerves, in order to find a breakthrough.
"And." Shen Wanqing added, "I'm not the same as you, so it doesn't matter what you said."
Saying that, she took advantage of the gap when Xia Qing was still unable to move after the blow, and quickly reached out and penetrated the chest of the monk who was bound by the vines.
Xia Qing's pupils clenched in an instant, and let out an almost heart-piercing scream. Then he forcibly broke free of the sword in an instant and reached out to the monk's direction.
But Shen Wanqing had already grasped Xia Qing's heart within the monk's body.
piping hot.
beating in the body.
"Grandmaster."
"Grandmaster."
"Tell me about the Buddhist scriptures, Master."
Xia Qing sat on the stone steps in front of the temple, resting his cheeks in his hands, and looked at the monk sweeping the floor with a smile. Her white skirt was dragged on the ground, stained with a little ash.
It wasn't a nice encounter.
When Xia Qing was young, her parents provoked people on the rivers and lakes, and the whole family was killed. The owner of Yueying Building saw that she was beautiful, so he fished the person out of the dead.
She has made a living by killing people since she was a child, and has practiced a seductive technique. As long as the price is good, anyone can kill anyone, and anyone who dares to kill.
The landlord raised her and gave her brocade clothes and jade food, which was very kind to her.
But when people treat you well, they want something from you.
Xia Qing always knew.
Push her out when she has work, and play with her like a pet when she is not. Xia Qing has everything, but nothing.
Over time, many things have become less important.
Killing a lot of people and hurting yourself every night is too hypocritical.
She was a villain from start to finish, she chose it herself, and no one forced her.
There were many things that Xia Qing could have expected.
For example, Yueyinglou provoked an enemy, and the landlord pushed her out to block the knife. Without someone to protect her, even if Xia Qing was a handy knife, it would eventually break.
She was beaten to death, but she finally found a chance to escape.
Then he was rescued.
The monks are not high-ranking monks, they are very young, and their dharma names are Qingyuan.
The temple is very small, the surrounding villages are very poor, and there is no money for incense. But every time someone who escaped from the famine came here to beg for food, Qingyuan would always provide most of the food.
Those who only care about their lives do not know how to be grateful.
After a long time, every three to five poor people would lie down in front of the temple, and they were reluctant to find work.
Xia Qing always propped his chin up and watched Master Qingyuan go out with his rice pocket in his pocket. He clearly knew the thoughts of those people, but he still gently divided most of the rice.
She thought to herself: Idiot.
But after thinking about it, if you are not an idiot, you will not save yourself.
She smelled of blood, and even if she was lying on the avenue, no one dared to meddle in this business.
But the temple is really poor.
With such a burden as her, she has to take care of the poor nearby. The porridge in the monk's bowl is getting thinner and thinner, but every time she drains the water first, she takes out most of the rice and gives it to her.
Xia Qing didn't like receiving kindness from others.
But she would do nothing but kill.
But she is very beautiful, and many shop owners are willing to pay high prices to hire her to work, just standing there to attract customers.
Xia Qing is not a person who cares about his face. Occasionally, when he encounters some scumbags who take the opportunity to wipe their hair, he will laugh back at him with a smile. After going back and forth, the business in the store has improved a lot.
Until one day, a big man came, and he had to make an inch.
Xia Qing offended someone, and his body was not fully injured. He was stopped by the guards under that person and humiliated.
It was raining heavily that day.
The shopkeeper dared not keep her.
She watched the rain quietly for a while, and suddenly saw Qingyuan.
He stood not far away with an umbrella and said that he was worried that the donor would not be able to go back on a rainy day.
Xia Qing suddenly discovered that there will always be people who treat people well for no reason.
Whoever she likes, just say it directly.
What she wanted to do, she just did it.
She was not a kind and polite person originally, Qingyuan asked her to turn back, but she did not turn back.
But many things are fruitless.
No matter how hot the fire was, Qingyuan always stood quietly on the other side of the fire, calling her quietly: "Donor, don't make a mistake."
Not long after, there was a famine in the village, and most of the people died.
Qingyuan wants to save people.
He propped up his Zen staff, took out all the food in the temple, and knocked on the door from house to house.
But those are just moths to the flames.
The food in the temple was empty.
The people in the village had no choice but to eat.
Qingyuan went again.
When he came back, he was covered in blood. Xia Qing took off his cassock. Even though she had seen countless blood, she couldn't help feeling startled.
In order to save those children, he cut off his own flesh and blood.
Xia Qing called him an idiot.
He said how could he not pass the world.
Yes.
What Qingyuan crosses is the common people, she has never been alone.
Xia Qing started killing people again. She didn't go back to the temple, but every once in a while she would put a bag of money in front of the temple.
Until one night, when she put down her burden and was about to leave, the temple door opened.
Xia Qing put down his hat and turned to leave.
However, Qingyuan stopped her, saying that it was very windy outside, and the road ahead was difficult. Do you want to come in and have a cup of tea.
A cup of hot tea.
Qingyuan persuaded her to turn back.
Xia Qing asked him why he persuaded him to turn back.
Unexpected silence.
Xia Qing smiled and stood up, Qingyuan said nothing and looked up at the Buddha statue in the temple.
She leaned over to kiss the Buddha statue and turned to look at Qingyuan.
"Buddhas dare to look at me, why don't you?"
Without the Moon Shadow Tower, Xia Qing was soon approached by the Buddhist family again.
She didn't remember how many people she killed that day, but only remembered that she fell in a pool of cold blood and suddenly saw a figure.
Yellow robe, Zen staff.
He left behind her back, but was caught up by the enemy.
He let her go and said to her, "Donor, don't look back."
When Xia Qing came back, the monk was hung on a cross and exposed to the sun, his body was covered in blood, and his robes were dyed red.
She reached out and cupped his face.
The monk opened his eyes, only his last breath left, and looked into her eyes firmly.
He asked her why she turned back.
Xia Qing: "I want to turn back."
In an instant, a fire burst into flames, and the enemy shouted that this time she must be burned to ashes.
But Xia Qing did not die, she became a spirit.
It was a brutal massacre.
Xia Qing knelt down in front of the monk covered in blood, took out his heart, stuffed it into the monk's chest, stretched out his hand and touched his cheek to wake him up.
The monk opened his eyes.
But his eyes were empty.
Xia Qing turned a blind eye to this and reached out his hand to embrace him.
"Donor, don't be wrong again."
"If I had to go my own way."
One step late.
Before Xia Qing rushed over, Shen Wanqing ripped out the heart of Qingyuan's chest.
"Do not-"
Xia Qing's strength suddenly broke through the bottleneck in an instant, and rushed towards Shen Wanqing with a strong impact, reaching out to hide his heart.
"Give him back to me, give it back to me."
"Sorry." Shen Wanqing said.
The next second, she crushed her heart.
Xia Qing's pupils tightened instantly, her face was full of intense anger and despair, she roared, as if she was about to die with Shen Wanqing.
"Xia Qing." Shen Wanqing stopped her, "turn back."
Xia Qing was stunned for a moment, and turned his head stiffly.
The monk's corpse was rapidly decaying, but his eyes had opened for some unknown time, and some divine light flashed from the bottom of his eyes, looking at Xia Qing's direction.
The mania in Xia Qing calmed down a little bit, she turned around, took a step, walked to the monk, and sat down on her knees.
The monk opened and closed his mouth, but his voice was inaudible.
She slumped down, close to his ear.
Qingyuan said, "Miss Xia Qing, I dare not look at the Buddha."
It was the first time he called her name.
rather than the donor.
He no longer calls himself a "poor monk".
"Buddhas dare to look at me, why don't you?"
"I dare not look at the Buddha."
This is what he wants to say to her, selfishly.
"That's why I have to destroy your heart." Shen Wanqing said, "This is his last remnant, something you don't even know about. It was the last word he wanted to say to you back then."
"With this bit of sadness, he may have a chance to be reincarnated. If you don't let him go, he will die completely."
"I don't want to be reincarnated." Xia Qing stood up trembling, tears fell drop by drop, she stretched out her hand, hugged Qingyuan's festering body, and pressed it against his forehead, "I don't want the next life."
Xia Qing's body was rapidly corrupted, she regarded her soul as a cause, entangled the last residual thoughts in Qingyuan's body, and wrapped it little by little.
...Does she want to consume her soul and leave Qingyuan's remnants behind, so that the two of them will become evil ghosts who cannot survive
Finally, Qingyuan's body was completely corrupted, and he couldn't even condense into a specific form.
Xia Qing raised her head and closed her eyes.
"Next life?"
"I don't want to live another life."
Shen Wanqing looked at her.
Xia Qing's eyelashes trembled, and finally, she let out a desperate roar and fell to the ground.
Her whole body is scattered with light, and it gathers little by little, paving a road straight to the sky, sending away the remnants of Qingyuan.
In the end, she still did not leave any remnants of Qingyuan.
Instead, he used his soul as protection to ensure that he could reincarnate in a safe way.
Just like this, Xia Qing's soul will completely dissipate.
Shen Wanqing turned around without saying a word.
"Shen Wanqing." Xia Qing suddenly stopped her.
Shen Wanqing turned her head sideways.
Xia Qing stood up, but his body began to dissipate a little bit: "When Xie Wuyan's thoughts disappear, if he has not been resurrected, he will be the same as Qingyuan, and he will never be able to reincarnate again."
Shen Wanqing: "I know."
Xia Qing suddenly laughed, with tears in her eyes, she seemed to be laughing, but she was also desperate for herself: "Look, I said it, you have to be like me."
"You have to come this far."
After the light and shadow passed, Xia Qing's body disappeared into the darkness.
Shen Wanqing looked up not far away.
When Ji Feichen and Feng Ruoqing, who had just arrived, saw Shen Wanqing attacking Xia Qing, they had already turned around and chose to control the rioting Xie Wuyan.
Xie Wuyan is still out of control.
Even if the two were reasonable, they could only barely restrain him.
Shen Wanqing rubbed her nose and stepped forward: "I'll come."
"You..." Feng Yao hesitated, gave her a worried look, but still stepped away.
Shen Wanqing reached out and put her hand on Xie Wuyan's shoulder, but was thrown away by him.
Like a trapped beast, he slammed into the barrier set up by Ji Feichen, and blood dripped down the wound.
The emotions that I had been holding back from the beginning were finally uncontrollable.
Shen Wanqing bit her lower lip, slowly squatted down, put her hand on her forehead, and finally burst into tears uncontrollably.
After an unknown time, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Someone squatted in front of him.
The man stretched out his hand, held Shen Wanqing's cheek, and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with a warm thumb. His movements were unfamiliar and stiff.
Shen Wanqing was slightly startled, and raised her head in astonishment.
Xie Wuyan looked at her, the bottom of his eyes still looked empty, but he seemed to see a little starlight vaguely. He frowned, the corners of his lips moved, as if he had said something.
Shen Wanqing approached subconsciously, and after hearing the words he said, she choked up instantly and hugged Xie Wuyan tightly.
"Shen Wanqing."
It wasn't just that promise that kept him alive.
He still remembered her name.