"That person, is that you?"

Chu Chan's heart was full of tears and longing.

She stared at Li Xiuyuan's clean face stupidly, for fear of forgetting, and wanted to impress his appearance deeply in her heart.

But she felt more and more powerless. Even her consciousness began to trance, and she knew that the black and white impermanence on the Huangquan Road was calling her.

She's leaving.

Her eyes grew dark.

The campfire in the camp, the scattered starlight in the depths of the night sky, the wind in her ears, the shadow of the sword and the coldness of the iron armor, all her five senses were slowly disappearing. It is as if you are in the boundless darkness, with no people, no sky, no earth, no past and no future.

"Is that you?"

She saw two messengers of impermanence beckoning to her, she really wanted to leave, but she was still reluctant.

She stretched out her hands tremblingly and groped Li Xiuyuan's face in the dark: "Is it you......?"

Her hand suddenly stopped, and it froze.

Li Xiuyuan's eyes flashed with chaotic color.

He suddenly grasped the fallen and cold hands: "It's me! it's me, it's me...... Ling'er!"

"Ling'er!"

Li Xingyun was heartbroken and hugged Chu Chan tightly, if he could, he would like to embed her in his body, so that he would live forever and never be separated.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

"I'm late. ”

"I'm late!"

"Ling'er, Ling'er, wake up...... Tell me, what should I do, what should I do!"

He traveled for ten years and crossed 100,000 undead.

He doesn't want the vast merits that all the Buddhas on the mountain are ashamed of, he just wants to pass the Brahma Sea and seek the Buddha in front of the temple.

He begged the Buddha to return to his previous life.

He finally found Ling'er.

But Ling'er was lying in his arms, and her cold body could no longer feel the temperature in his arms, and she could no longer hear his real shouts......

"Ling'er!"

In an instant, endless despair came like an endless night.

In an instant, Li Xingyun raised his head.

There was no sorrow in his eyes, no joy in his eyes, no more joy, his eyes were empty, and his five senses were empty.

He was empty.

A thought into the empty door.

He hugged Chu Chanxin's body and stood up.

The layers of iron armor surrounding him in Dayan's camp saw him get up, where could the assassins leave, and countless long scimitars stabbed one after another.

Li Xingyun did not dodge, nor did he resist.

Because these people simply do not exist in his eyes.

If it is not in the eyes, it is not in reality. He just walked, and there was only the road in his eyes, the endless road.

Countless soldiers in the Dayan military camp raised their swords and slashed.

Their knives fell, but they strangely passed through Li Xingyun's body. The long horn stabbed as if through nothingness, stabbing at the soldier on the opposite side.

And then it fell miserably.

This happened in front of everyone's eyes.

As a result, more and more Dayan soldiers felt the fear that pervaded their bodies, and they went from trying unbelievably to slowly retreating, and finally getting out of the way as if they had seen a ghost.

There are 50,000 elite soldiers in the Dayan Iron Battalion, and none of them dare to cross the Thunder Pond at this moment! Even the white-robed Snow Dragon Rider is afraid!

Yan Kaitian stood in the distance, watching this strange thing with cold eyes.

For some reason, he obviously didn't feel any cultivation fluctuations from the black-clothed assassin, but it made him feel a faint jealousy.

But it's just a vague fear.

Maybe it was his own delusion, Yan Kaitian thought so.

He appeared in front of Li Xingyun, ten steps away.

The general who commanded the 50,000 ironclad elite soldiers of Dayan, if he allowed the assassin who carried out the assassin in the middle of the night to walk out of the camp so calmly, whether it was spread out or not, he should have drawn his sword and killed himself.

He looked at Li Xingyun ten steps away and squinted.

The spiritual aperture realm cultivation was released again, and he slowly lifted the divination halberd, and the killing intent around his body became stronger.

......

Li Xingyun paused.

But it was only a pause.

He is no longer the fragile scholar who has studied the nameless eleven swords for months, he is Li Xingyun, the Nanshan Zen master Li Xingyun from the future life.

He wants to leave with Ling'er, and no one can stop him.

So after a slight pause, he didn't look at Yan Kaitian, and continued to walk silently with Ling'er in his arms.

Ten steps, five steps, three steps.

When Li Xingyun was only three steps away from Yan Kaitian, Yan Kaitian swung his divination halberd and smashed it towards his Heavenly Spirit Gai.

He opened his mouth and only said one sentence: "The Buddha said to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground." ”

He said to put down the butcher knife.

Yan Kaitian's wielded divination halberd suddenly turned into powder.

He said to become a Buddha on the ground.

Yan Kaitian himself sat on the ground with a pale face, his cultivation was in ruins, and he didn't even know what was going on, so he had to watch Li Xingyun walk past him without hurrying.

He wanted to say something, but he saw the camp in the distance where grain and grass were hoarded suddenly burned red. This was followed by the sound of soldiers' riots, shouts of killing, iron hooves, and fleeing...... All the voices and movements converged into the sound of the attack on the camp as the soldiers came to report.

It turned out that Mo Mingqin led Ye Weiyang and 3,000 city defenders to attack the camp!

Yan Kaitian, who was supported by the white-robed snow dragon rider, looked at the back that was gradually moving away but no one dared to stop him, and listened to the sound of the collapse of the Great Yan Iron Camp in an instant, and on a whim, he vomited blood and fell to the ground.

......

The dispute between the Great Yan and the Nanzhan Department, which lasted for several years, ended with Yan Kaitian's defeat and not getting tired of the city.

Later, it was rumored among the people that it was the unrighteous soldiers raised by Dayan that angered the Buddhas in Lingshan, so that night, a Buddhist saint came to the world to abolish the cultivation of the commander Yan Kaitian with a mouthful of Zen, so that Tiandong could be exchanged for a short period of peace.

For this statement, Mo Ming, the commander of Ye Weiyang, naturally did not believe it.

After that war, he had worked hard to find the whereabouts of Li Xiuyuan and Chu Chanxin, but Li Xiuyuan seemed to have evaporated from the world with Chu Chanxin's corpse, and there was no trace to be found.

It wasn't until a year later that a monk came to the small town of Fushu, located in the northern corner of the Nanzhan Department.

The dusty monk called himself Nanshan Zen Master.

After he entered the town, he inquired about the former residence of a girl named Chu Chanxin along the way.

He followed the guidance of the kind-hearted townspeople and came to a place by the Qing River.

In front of the Qinghe River, there is a ruined temple that has been abandoned for a long time and no one cares about it, and the ruined temple is hidden among the thick green and brittle trees, and most of it is covered by vines.

Walking through the muddy grass all over the road, Nanshan Zen Master wiped the sweat from his emaciated cheeks, stood in front of the temple where Chu Chanxin grew up since childhood, folded his hands, and pronounced the Buddha's name.

Since then, Nanshan Zen Master has lived in the temple.

The townspeople of Fushu Town are hospitable, not to mention that since the defeat of Dayan a year ago, perhaps influenced by folk rumors, the people of Nanzhan have become more respectful of the Buddhists who brought peace to them. In addition, people outside the square are already doing good deeds and accumulating virtues, and they are also willing to accept Buddhist wandering monks.

After Nanshan Zen Master moved in, he spent a whole month completely renovating the desolate and dilapidated temple and the path in front of the temple.

It was the ninth day of the third month.

After fasting, Zen Master Nanshan lit the first incense candle in the brand new Qinghe Temple, and the green smoke rose from the temple, the blue sky and the turquoise earth.