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The giant Buddha is still sitting between heaven and earth, leaning on the lotus platform with sorrow, and the feet of the Buddha seem to be an insignificant ant between heaven and earth.

She blinked, and beads of blood fell on her long thick eyelashes, and then fell down her cheek like a tear.

Ten steps away, it was Xie Buchen.

Xie Buchen, who was holding the sword of the human emperor in his hand.

The voice was broken in his throat, and he couldn't hear the previous clarity at all.

"Speak out...... Fa Sui?"

Xie Buchen also had serious injuries on his body, and it could even be said that it was a great pain, a big hole was cracked in his chest, and the blood no longer flowed, but there was still a pool of blood at his feet.

Hearing the words "words and laws", the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and his eyes were flat.

"It's just a 'realm'......"

Where is there a "word for the word".

World.

That is, the field.

The monks of the Nineteen Continents practiced a total of nine realms, nine heavens, and the eighth realm is called "bounded", that is, they have fully understood the rules of space and created their own small world, which is also called "opening the heavens and opening the earth".

Once the monk has passed the out-of-body stage, he will enter the stage of mind cultivation and initially comprehend the various rules between heaven, earth and the universe, so he can achieve a higher level of "teleportation" than the sky.

The further you cultivate, the more rules you perceive.

Once the truth between heaven and earth is truly grasped by the monks, they will eventually be able to reach the realm of the unity of heaven and man, which is called "attaining the Tao and becoming immortals".

This word "boundary" is the symbol of almost all powerful monks.

Seeing that although the cultivation of sorrow is shallow, these most basic common sense are still clear, after hearing Xie Buchen's "boundary" word exit, she fully understood, but it was difficult to understand-

How can a monk in the realm of Jindan comprehend the rules of space and use the power of "realm"?!

Xie Buchen didn't want to explain, but slowly took a step forward, bringing death one step closer to her.

Before the golden pill, he was already able to control the sky, and now he can initially use the power of the "realm" to master the power of space in a certain area, and even freeze it to balance the opponent, which seems to be no big deal.

At least, Xie Buchen didn't think there was anything shocking.

"Tick-tock. ”

On the tip of the bladeless sword, a drop of blood was dotted on the lotus platform.

Xie Buchen continued to walk, and only said lightly: "After all, I will kill you to preach." ”

It's just not the same as the first time.

He didn't know what happened to Jianchou's body, and he didn't know how she came back from the dead, only that she was standing alive in front of him again.

It's like a thought that has been cut off has resurfaced.

With such a "thought", there is a crack in the "Tao" that cannot be concealed.

If you can kill the first time, you will have a second time.

It could even be said that the second time is simpler.

Xie Buchen didn't feel the hesitation he had before, the struggle he had before, only the calmness and coldness that had to be done.

He clearly knew that he was still deeply in love with the woman in front of him.

She once made his heart flutter, and she still makes him heartbeat to this day.

But that's about it.

With love in their hearts, they still want to kill!

Any step is a choice he makes.

And he doesn't like a retreat.

"Smack. ”

Another step.

The consciousness of seeing sorrow was even a little blurred.

Xie Buchen used the power of the "realm" to create an effect similar to "words and words", causing the entire space centered on her to collapse, and she was naturally not spared in the space.

It's like being cut off with a giant axe, the hands are not their own, and their legs are not their own.

She looked at the figure approaching her with some difficulty, and in a trance she felt that this bloodstained shadow was coming from the smoke and rain of the vast distant mountains on the isolated island in the world.

Holding the cyan oil-paper umbrella, he opened the hazy rain curtain......

So, the question that had been forgotten for a long time suddenly came to my mind again.

When he saw the sorrow, he suddenly laughed, and then heard his own obscure voice, which was not like his own: "You killed me to preach, but I am going to die, but I still don't know what you are proving...... Xie Buchen, do you want me to be a ghost......"

“……”

Understand the ghost.

Xie Buchen's steps stopped for a moment.

He was seven steps away from seeing sorrow, only seven steps.

The surrounding waves have flattened, and the red lotus in the sky is broken.

The wind and rain had subsided, and the darkness was impossibly quiet, and he could hear her gasping in pain, and he could hear the sound of blood dripping from his body.

He should have risen with his sword and stabbed her in the chest again, thus cutting off the root of the demons in his heart, and all the causes of indeterminacy.

Can it be ......

Just looking at her like this, he found that he had relented.

Although, it is such a sarcastic look, it is such an indifferent look.

He is still trapped by this love and love, and he still has never really broken free, but she has completely flown away from the boundary of this pain, and is no longer trapped in this most worldly feeling.

Sermon ......

What kind of truth is it?

Xie Buchen seemed to be standing on top of the Nine Heavenly Gates, holding the Human Emperor Sword, with a high and abyss meaning hidden in his eyebrows, which was difficult to measure.

He muttered, as if asking himself, and as if repeating the question of sorrow.

After a while, he suddenly laughed and said softly to her: "The highest and the lonely, the emperor of the people." ”

What he testified to is the loneliest way in the world!

At that moment, an extremely complex feeling suddenly all converged and piled up on his body.

Some are young, some are old;

Some are sage, some are mediocre;

Some are beautiful, some are decadent......

is like a dying old man who has experienced thousands of lives, and like a traveler who is still full of hope for tomorrow -

The person standing in front of Jian Chou seems to be Xie Buchen, and he doesn't seem to be Xie Buchen.

It seems to be one Xie Buchen, and it seems to be ten Xie Buchen.

Complex.

Contradiction.

Hideous.

Indifferent.

……

There is everything, but there is no struggle!

All the temperaments, maybe there are many differences, maybe there are many contradictions, but without exception, they are all the loneliness of the high, and the determination of calm and cold!

If you make a choice, you will never regret it, and you will never hesitate again!

Cut the soul and incarnate ruthless.

In the past, he could pierce his wife's chest with a sword, but today he will only be calmer and even colder!

Of course, he loves her, but he can't beat the great road of the world......

Xie Buchen took another step and got a little closer to seeing sorrow.

He didn't seem to see the shocked gaze that was staring at him, and he didn't think about whether she really gave up resistance and was killed.

He just spoke: "Worry, have you ever heard of reincarnation?"

……

Transmigration?

The five fingers cracked, revealing Moribai's phalanges, poking at the ground.

Seeing the sorrow between his fingers, I don't know when a red rope was entangled, a small silver lock, stained with blood, and the original casting pattern and shape could no longer be seen.

Hearing Xie Buchen's question, he suddenly remembered a lot of things in his mind.

It's just that she doesn't understand what the Tao that Xie Buchen wants to prove has anything to do with reincarnation.

"Pigs and sheep sit on the kang, and the six relatives cook in the pot......"

Xie Buchen said lightly, the smile on his face did not subside, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a little strange sadness.

Everything has changed dramatically, but only in the last two years.

It can even be said that only in that night, only at the moment when he looked at the past.

Memories come flooding back.

The trance in Xie Buchen's eyes suddenly became heavy.

In the past, he lived incognito with Jianchou and lived in Gurong Village.

He didn't mention anything about Xie Hou's past again, and she didn't ask him anything about his plans.

It was only during that long, difficult night, when he stood at the window, looking out at the boundless darkness, that she showed a faint sadness, sighed silently, and quietly pushed the door open, leaving him alone.

One can deceive others, but one cannot deceive oneself.

In fact, they have lived such a peaceful life for a long time, but how can they let go?

Xie Houfu said that if he was defeated, he would be defeated, and if he said that he would copy his home, he would copy his home.

The cause and effect are vague, and the government and the opposition are secretive.

Hundreds of lives disappeared like this......

The former Third Prince of Xie was a nobleman after all, coarse tea and light rice were tolerable, how could he turn a blind eye to such a deep hatred?

So, that night, he still stopped her who was about to push the door out, and gently grabbed her palm.

He said that there were old people from the Xie Hou Mansion in the county government and the government, and they were not affected and could be used by him.

He wants to change his name and surname, re-enter the imperial examination, not go to the Jinluan Palace, and only seek a half-official position, so that she can be an official wife, which is better than coarse tea and light rice in this village.

At that time, she looked at him, a pair of clear eyes, as if hiding something, her lips moved slightly, and it seemed to say something, and finally only turned into that clear and considerate smile.

Xie Buchen thought that he was guilty at that moment.

Because even he couldn't tell whether he was deceiving her or deceiving himself.

In the days that followed, he used his former knowledge to pass the Tongsheng examination and went all the way to the county school.

Every day, he got up early, used the porridge she cooked, followed the road in the village, greeted every simple villager who came to his face, and then passed the ancient banyan with lush branches and leaves, and went to the county school along the mountain road.

Xie Buchen didn't know what he was going to do, and he didn't know what he was going to do in order to save the defeat.

He felt like he was confident, but in fact he was like a fly without a head......

It's just that he didn't even dare to say a word to her.

She's been through too much......

How could he bear to make her fear of himself again?

As a result, doubts recur day by day.

Thousands of splendid articles were written in the abdomen, and tens of thousands of words were spit out in the mouth, and I saw the wind, thunder and lightning around me, the wind was born, the old and the sick died, and the grievances and hatreds were ......

But what you don't understand still doesn't understand.

Where it came from and where it is going.

Everything is in peace, and there is no wave.

Until, the arrival of the real person of Hengxu will puncture all this.

It was a gloomy day, and he said goodbye to his classmates in the county school and borrowed an umbrella.

On the way home, it rained,

The wind was blowing and the rain was slanting, and he was afraid of getting wet and worried about the robe that had only been washed yesterday, so he only pressed the edge of the umbrella low to the ground, and as far as the eye could see, there was only the mud in front of him.

The water cascaded down the edge of the umbrella, making a dirty splash.

In the small county town, almost everyone has returned home, and there is not even a second person to be seen along the road.

Xie Buchen went all the way out of the city, his life has been up and down, and now he is walking in the wind and rain, and he feels quite comfortable.

It's just that I didn't expect that soon after leaving the city, I walked outside a ruined temple in a deserted suburb, but I heard a laugh from inside, piercing the rain curtain, it seemed to be hearty, it seemed to be thin, it seemed to be ignorant, and it seemed to be accessible.

The sound of rain all over the world could not dampen the laughter.

So, he paused and lifted the lowered edge of the umbrella upwards.

In the wilderness, there are ruins.

A few years ago, this was a Buddhist temple, originally the incense was very prosperous, never thought that one day out of thin air to split a dry thunder, directly cut down the highest Bodhi tree in the temple.

It is rumored that the monks in the temple did not abide by the rules and precepts, which angered the heavens.

The incense of this temple gradually became cold.

Over time, the Buddhist temple was unattended, gradually dilapidated, and there were many jackals and foxes and squirrels to inhabit.

Now Xie Buchen took a look, and could only see that there were layers of old moss on top of the fallen temple gate, but there were traces of trampling on the past.

At this moment, the moss is stained with rain, and it looks a little vibrant.

Such a broken temple and such a laugh were not unusual, maybe they were people passing by to avoid the rain.

Although Xie Buchen felt that this laughter was a little unusual, he did not have the intention of going in to take a look, and as soon as his steps turned, he wanted to turn around.

Unexpectedly, the moment he turned around, there was a sigh in the temple.

"Weird, weird ......"

"The woman eats her mother's flesh, and the son beats his father's skin drum. ”

"Pigs and sheep sit on the kang, and the six relatives cook in the pot......"

"Boom la la ......"

The rain was heavy, and the rain poured down from the edge of the umbrella.

Xie Buchen's fingers holding the umbrella suddenly trembled, and his green robe was a little wet with the rain pouring down.

He turned sideways and looked toward the temple.

Under a dim canopy, the temple was ruined in the wilderness, and there were many shadows inside, and nothing could be seen clearly, only the voice that gradually deepened.

In the next two years, Xie Buchen also thought about what it would be like if he hadn't gone in at that time.

But he also knew very well that as long as the person who passed by outside the temple that day was named "Xie Buchen", such a "if" would never appear.

Just as he walked in and looked at the old way's gaze, he knew that he was looking for him, and after a long time, Xie Buchen recalled the scene at that time, and he also knew that he would definitely go in, just as sure.

The walls of the ruined temple have fallen, and even the tiles above their heads have been picked up by the poor people outside the city.

The whole temple was deserted, and the rain fell from the sky, leaving no dry place for this ruined temple.

The golden body of the Buddha statue in the temple has long been peeled off, looking mottled and mottled, just a soulless clay puppet.

In front of the Buddha statue, there is an old man with a white beard sitting upright, with clear eyebrows, seemingly a mortal person, but there is no half of the ordinary.

In front of Lao Dao, a large iron pot was set up, and several thick firewoods were lit and burned at the bottom of the pot.

There was half a pot of water in the pot, steaming, and a few slices of white meat floating in it.

The delicious aroma of the meat was blown by the wind that pierced the hall, and it drifted into the rain with a strange attraction.

It seems to be venison.

The crimson and bright yellow firelight suddenly added a bit of warmth to this cold and dilapidated temple.

In the clean temple, Lao Dao sat alone and set up a big pot to cook meat.

How to look at it, how nondescript, and even make people feel ridiculous......

But Xie Buchen at that moment really couldn't say how he felt in his heart.

When he saw Lao Dao, Lao Dao also saw him.

With just one glance, Xie Buchen didn't even need to ask, he could easily know: This old Tao is here, and he is waiting for him.

At that time and place, the temple was barren, the Buddha statue was declining, and he didn't know that this old way was a real person.

When he left the isolated island in the world, cut off all dust and thoughts and went to the Nineteen Continents, he knew that he was a real person, but for him, his identity didn't matter.

All the earthly world is abandoned, and only a ruthless soul remains.

He was already the existence that was naturally closest to the Heavenly Dao in the entire Nineteen Continents.

Heaven is the ancestor of all things, and all things are not born in heaven.

There is yin and yang in the sky, and there is also yin and yang in people.

The yin of heaven and earth rises, and the yin of man should arise, and the yin of man rises, and the yin of heaven should also rise.

The way is also one.

As the emperor, he was born by the mandate of heaven and is called the "Son of Heaven".

Cultivators, who grow up along the way of heaven, are called "Taoists".

At that time, Hengxu Zhenren glanced at him, stretched out his hand and pointed to the pot of white meat with the smell of meat, and asked him: "The emperor of the tenth world, the son of heaven of the tenth generation; In this world, is it really not subordinate?"

He only followed the point of his hand and looked into the pot.

At that moment, the universe was reversed, and the reincarnation of the tenth life struck, all of which were added to his body in one life!

He is the highest and lonely person in this heaven and earth, the chosen one of the ten generations, the "son of heaven", and the "son of the Tao"!

All kinds of causes and effects, a thousand things, how absurd, and how reasonable?

Everything is gathered in that pot!

In the pot, where is the venison, it is clearly his blood relatives in his previous life, the love of his previous life, and his confidant in his previous life!

The pig and sheep sit on the kang and cook in the pot of six relatives......

Xie Buchen blinked, slowly came back to his senses from his trance, and his heart was as calm as a peaceful lake: "This heaven and the Tao do not tolerate mercy, and the reincarnation of the world is not allowed to love......"

He walked slowly towards the sorrow, one step, two steps, three steps.

Getting closer.

Covered with smoke and rain, in these three steps, it suddenly became thick, and in its place, it was "the destiny of heaven and the ruler of all people"!

The Human Emperor Sword turned into a butcher's knife, making his indifferent figure become hideous!

Seeing sorrow, he just looked at it, watching the elegant scholar disappear, and standing in front of him, there was only a ruthless "Son of Heaven" and a ruthless "Taoist"!

She finally couldn't hold back the bloody breath rolling in her throat, gritted her teeth and asked: "Because heaven and earth are ruthless, supreme and lonely, because your emperor is lying on the couch, you can't tolerate others to sleep soundly...... So, I should be killed, damned?!"

The three-foot green blade slanted to the ground, and the tip of the sword was soaked with blood.

The wind that blew on him was slightly chilling.

Xie Buchen lowered his eyes slightly, stood in front of her, only one was indifferent, and replied lightly: "Not bad." ”

"Hahaha, a good one, a good one, a damn one!"

At that moment, I couldn't hold back my sorrow, and laughed out loud, and my attitude was crazy.

How can you not laugh?

More than ten years of poetry books, read such a result!

She had no eyes in the past, and entrusted her life to such a crazy person!

She laughed, laughed.

I don't know whether to laugh at my own stupidity, laugh at Xie Buchen's madness, or laugh at this so-called ruthless way of heaven and earth, how ridiculous!

In the entire hidden realm, the top of the Heavenly Lake, for a while, I couldn't hear the sound of the side anymore.

Only her laughter.

Laughter that bordered on tears.

Xie Buchen just stood so ruthlessly and insensibly, but he had a pair of affectionate eyes, and only slowly raised the long sword, the tip of the bladeless blunt sword, and looked at the frown.

It was a momentary lock-in killing.

Seeing the sorrowful laughter, it suddenly stopped.

She even burst into tears with tears in her eyes.

Just looking at him like this, looking at this human emperor sword pointed at the center of his eyebrows, he saw that there was not only any fear in his eyes, but even only a kind of compassion, sadness, and irony looking at the dead man.

On the lips, there is only a faint curvature.

"Xie Daoyou, along the way, aren't you curious, where does my strength come from?"

In Xie Buchen's mind, there was a sudden flash of lightning!

Her rumored cultivation and the cultivation he perceived along the way, the spiritual power of a normal monk and the strong spiritual power she showed when she fought fiercely with others, and-

At this moment, she is obviously running out of hole cards, but she has a fearless smile!

It's a one-person desk!

Where he didn't go, where he missed!

At this moment, all the anomalies that he ignored were all added up, making him feel a chill from the bottom of his heart!

The hand holding the sword suddenly trembled.

That's what made the malicious smile on the lips of Jianchou turn into almost crazy pleasure!

The eyes are as bright as midwinter snow, and as cold as a sheathed knife!

I see?

It's a pity -

"It's late!"

At that moment, she was obviously powerless to fight back, but she raised her hand as fast as lightning, as if she was dragging the void in front of her, so hideous and rude-

Tear it up!