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This gloom, resentment, affection, benevolence, righteousness, and pride are mixed together with a thousand brilliance that sets off Han Xian's face so greatly, and he is like the only savior in this world at this moment.

Without him, the world would be bleak.

If he doesn't dedicate, the world will definitely be shrouded in ghosts.

But certainly, without Han Xian, this world is still this world, the sun will still rise from where it should rise, and the biggest change is only in the difference in the morning and evening of its rising time.

The only change in this can be related to Han Xian?

It can't be changed for one person.

The changes of the sun in the four seasons, some places where the warm light is not reachable, still cannot welcome the beauty of the sun.

So, without Han Xian, can the sun break through the fog spread by Yiyang's resentment and re-intimate this unfortunate land?

Huh, who knows?

What can Han Xian do if he dedicates himself, can the creatures in this world be friendly and kind from now on, and jointly abandon the dark side of their hearts?

There are too many unfortunate lands where the sun is warm and cannot be intimate, and there are very few people with lofty hearts like Han Xian, even those who are full of the power and great sage of 'God and Buddha Compassion', and the black that gathers resentment can only be full of wrinkled confusion and bleak black eyes, and finally all converge into one sentence.

'Amitabha, good, good. ’

People must have been touched by the greatness in their hearts, Han Xian's face couldn't help but float a soft smile slightly, turned around and bowed to a Zen monk with his hands folded and said, "Master, is Shakyamuni still alive after cutting meat and feeding the eagle?"

This must not be a strange question.

Han Xian was not carried away by the righteousness and fearlessness after the love in his heart, why did he ask this, of course he was afraid of death, and he still wanted to live.

Love is too hard, Han Xian's love for Qin Mu Rongruo is endless, how can he be willing to die, how can he die easily if he hasn't really married her yet.

"Amitabha. ”

Hearing this, a Zen monk was full of solemn and pious faces, and he chanted a Buddha name in his mouth, saying: "Donor, the Buddha loves all living beings, never leaves all living beings, and the Buddha is always there!"

Han Xian's radiant face suddenly darkened, and he had already muttered in his heart, and said in a low voice, "Master, I just want to ask if the Buddha is still alive." ”

Maybe Han Xian has tasted from the words of a Zen monk that although the flesh of the Buddha has been cut, he has not died, but he is not a Buddha, and he is saying that what he thinks in his heart now is not as simple as cutting the meat.

A Zen monk smiled and whispered, "The Buddha is still alive, and he has taken advantage of this calamity to become a real Buddha." ”

"Oh~. ”

Han Xian replied lightly, but how could a heart be stable, and asked: "Master, when a Buddha goes to hell, is he still a Buddha?"

I really wanted to ask Han Xiancai.

Make a grand wish that hell is not empty, and vow not to become a Buddha.

You must know that it is the great existence of Buddhism who has made a grand wish, but now I think it is indeed Han Xian's small body, the Buddha can protect himself and influence the evil soul when he enters hell, but if Han Xian enters hell, I am afraid that he will not need to think about other sad things, just wait for Yan Jun to speak and suffer in the reincarnation field.

Today's Han Xian does not seek to cleanse hell, but only to smooth the resentment of this Yiyang City into nothingness.

For people, this is already a grand idea.

In response to Han Xian's very inexplicable inquiry, a Zen monk couldn't help but smile slightly on his solemn face, this time he was much more understanding, and said softly: "Hell is still hell, Buddha is still Buddha." ”

"Hehe~~. ”

Why is Han Xian laughing?

This should be for his own stupidity, the person who was hurt by love is really too stupid, is this the cause and effect of Han Xian?

He just unfortunately witnessed the annihilation of the Qinmu clan and the transformation of Yiyang City into ashes by a coincidence arranged by fate, which was just unfortunate to see with his own eyes.

At that time, Han Xian did not have the power to change this misfortune.

Cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant!

This cause and effect was planted by the Ya Gongzi who had incarnated as a reptile and fled humbly, and this retribution should be carried by him Gongzi, and what did he Han do first?

Why bother to torture this already stormy body.

Why bother to destroy this already prolonged life.

It's not easy to live, why bother to find a way to die and suffer for yourself, but everything is just because Han Xian is stupid, and stupid people think that being lucky enough to see it is a cause and effect.

I should make due compensation for this circular retribution.

The Buddha's great wish to influence the souls of hell is based on his profound Buddhism, and what virtue he has relied on in Han Xian depends on his cultivation in the four realms of the wind?

How can it be so simple, there are many wicked people in the world, but there are still kind-hearted people, and among them there must be people who are several times more advanced than Han Xianxiu, such as the Zen monk in front of him.

But even if he doesn't know how many years he has lived, he can only recite the Sutra of the Past with his eyes in the face of Yi Yang's unrelieved resentment.

The Sutra of the Past Life has been recited, but this resentment still does not disperse.

Yiyang's resentment is a cause and effect, not excess, they don't need to be exceeded, they have nothing to surpass, no place to measure.

The saint was saddened by this, but Han Xian felt that he had a glimmer of hope.

Because not everyone is as talented as themselves, let alone everyone can be planted with this Yin Gu that imprisons 200,000 souls inexplicably and unwillingly.

It is too appropriate to use this cause and effect to understand this retribution, maybe the existence of the Yin Gu in the dark is for this fearlessness.

"Hehe, Kaishuiyuan. ”

This name has always been engraved in Han Xian's heart, although he has to go there, but he still wants to escape again and again, and he is unwilling to set off, maybe Han Xian is waiting for his life to be inescapable.

But this heart that has been waiting for it has crawled some things that should not have been.

This is a smart head, and a bold head, what is Han Xian thinking, what is he thinking, what he is thinking about is not the hell cause and effect cycle, he is not so great, thinking that he just wants to put the endless grievances of Yiyang City into the Yin Gu in front of his heart, and wait for the source of the water source in the coming day, and purify them together with the 200,000 dead souls.

I didn't expect greatness, but it was already the beginning of greatness.

But Han Xian was still afraid that he would accidentally become too big and would give an account of his life, so he asked the Buddha again and again, not only to ask for confusion in his heart, but also to ask for the blessing of the Buddha.

The Buddha loves all living beings and does not leave all living beings, Han Xian can rest assured, when he returns to the West and is fortunate enough to go to the Buddha in the holy spiritual land, the great Buddha will definitely offer a few pillars of green smoke.

The heart is the beginning of everything, and it is almost impossible to stop him.

"Amitabha. ”

Han Xian's mouth and heart begged for the blessing of the Buddha again, but at this moment, the piety on his face was mixed with a trace of fortitude and tenacity.

The eyes are closed for a minute, and the body destined for greatness is rising and floating into the air for a minute.

"Amitabha. ”

This is a real Buddha song, a Zen monk to Ming Han Xian's ambition, his heart of the Buddha can't help but worship Han Xian's fearlessness, sitting cross-legged on the ground, exquisite Buddha words jumped out of his mouth, should be for Han Xian's blessing of the Buddha.

What does Han Xian need to do?

You must know that Yiyang's resentment gathers but does not disperse, although they have lost their heads, they will not stupidly throw themselves into the Yin Gu.

It must be easy to manipulate this brainless thing, Han Xian's Rifeng can do it, and the most important thing is Han Xian himself.

This body carrying 200,000 souls is already dead and alive, and with these tens of thousands of resentments, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Han Xian to live.

People are not afraid of what their hearts want.

People don't think about so many consequences, Shakyamuni who cut meat to feed the eagle is still alive, and the Buddha who goes to hell is still a Buddha, so I, Han Xian, don't cut the meat, let alone go to hell, all I ask for is to use the already existing Yin Gu to trap some ethereal nothingness.

It's much simpler than Buddha.

"It must be simple. ”

The abrupt Han Xian's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and with a roar in his mouth, his voice was majestic and courageous, what did he mean?

For the hand that was inserted into the heart cavity and grasped the Yin Gu.

His face was pale, and the blood was flowing, but Han Xian's expression was still tenacious and resolute, and the snowflake-shaped Yin Gu engraved in his heart had already been pierced by the divine weapon, and this time it was effortless.

If you dig out your heart, your palm is completely grasped in the Yin Gu.

This hand must have frightened the 200,000 souls, all of them bowed their heads and trembled, they didn't dare to look at it casually for fear of being destroyed, and at this moment, they had already been subdued by Han Xian, how could they still fight back at will.

"Rifeng~~. ”

The teeth bit the sweet blood and roared, and the five fingers of the palm that grasped the Yin Gu all evolved into a small Sun Front Vortex Energy, and suddenly bursts of suction power came out of the Yin Gu heart.

The ruins of Yiyang suddenly centered on Han Xian, and the black fog surging in all directions.

"Ah~~. ”

When Han Xian's five fingers roared neutrally, a trace of demon-red blood floated out, and the suction power suddenly grew, this resentment was really obedient, and under the pull of Dao Jin, it converged into a huge tornado.

They are as cold as long snakes, spitting out a fishy cold snake letter and approaching every minute, is Han Xian afraid of the resentful snake letter that is rapidly approaching him?

Fear!

It can be said that he was already scared to death, otherwise he would not have closed those eyes full of pride, but no matter how he was afraid, Han Xian did not stop the suction of the sun front.

To understand the death of resentment with his own body, has Han Xian ever considered the feelings of this embodied body?

I'm going to die.