"What the hell is wrong with you!"

Han Xue hugged Gu Ren tightly, her hands trembled, rubbing her face against Gu Ren's cheeks, tears dripping down.

"Speak! Speak to me! My sister is still waiting in the hospital!"

Han Xue shook vigorously.

Gu Ren let her shake, quietly closing his eyes, without any trace of vitality fluctuations.

The helicopter not far away fell, and a woman jumped over.

This woman is the eldest lady of the Green Eagle Gang, Little Butterfly, Han Xue's best friend, and the pilot of this helicopter.

Little Butterfly was going to step forward to comfort Han Xue, but when she saw her pained appearance, she held back again, standing a few meters away, her head bowed, her expression gloomy, and tears streaming down her cheeks.

"The donor's day mourns, King Ming has passed away. ”

A lama stopped chanting, and when he saw Han Xue shaking Gu Ren's body vigorously, he was worried that the swaying would fall apart, and spoke.

"Get out! And you all ****** shut up for me! Believe it or not, the old lady killed you!"

Han Xue roared.

When the remaining dozens of lamas heard this, they stopped chanting the sutras, and they also stopped shaking the prayer wheels, and all stood up, facing Gu Ren, bowing their heads, and putting their palms together.

They understood Han Xue's feelings.

The surroundings were as silent as death, and the sky was already covered by dark clouds at some point, and a cold wind blew, and patches of white snowflakes fell from the sky.

"My brother-in-law won't die...... We also have to go through the rivers and lakes together and form a sect...... Laugh at the world!"

Han Xue was in a trance, chattering, and stood up holding Gu Ren's corpse.

"Little butterfly. Let's go back to Lhasa!"

"Oh. ”

The little butterfly wiped away her tears. Nodding. Turned around and got into the helicopter.

"Boom!"

The huge wings spun, winding up, and Han Xue staggered to the plane, ready to get up.

"Amitabha!"

A melodious old monk's voice came from not far away.

Han Xue turned around coldly, looking at it with cold eyes, in the air a few meters above the ground in front of him, an old monk with a slumped back was supported by two "old monks" who were slightly younger than him. Next to him was Zhuoma, who was wearing a saffron monk's robe.

Han Xue turned her head indifferently and stepped on the steps of the helicopter.

"You are the little snow girl, this is the living Buddha of Gyatsolo, who woke up from the seal three hundred years ago and came to save Mr. Gu. ”

Dolma spoke.

"My brother-in-law doesn't need you to save him, he will wake up by himself. ”

Han Xue coldly decided and got on the helicopter. Little Butterfly started the helicopter, and the huge wings rumbled, whistling up a gust of wind.

"Little Snow Maiden, if you miss the current golden time of resurrection. Mr. Gu didn't have any more chances. ”

Dolma continued.

"How did you save him?"

Han Xue turned around at the hatch and looked at Zhuoma.

"Open the altar. Pray for God's will to bring him back to life!"

Dolma bit her lip and said word by word.

……

Lhasa, northwest.

The snow fell like goose feathers, and the ground was white.

Lake Zonir in front of the Sanctuary of Gunkoga is not frozen.

Not far from the shore, Han Xue and Little Butterfly were standing, and next to them, Zhou Shuo, the director of the Qinbei Provincial Law Enforcement Organization, and three old leaders were supporting an old man with snow-white hair on his back. Not far away, there are still some old men and women wearing ancient costumes, old and scumbag, and they are supported by a middle-aged man or woman, these old men and women are the hidden Lin family, the Ma family, and the Zhao family...... Some of the hidden sects that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, as well as the old antiques of the headquarters of the Law Enforcement Alliance.

They all walked out of the secret realm to deal with the catastrophe that was about to sweep the world.

But now, there is no need for it.

The Southwest Hidden World Shuangbai Ancestor died, all the masters above the Innate Dao Realm of dozens of evil forces in the New Alliance were slaughtered, and the members of the Black Devil who came across the Cultivation Realm were also all dead.

In the open snow by the lake, 800 lamas surrounded the lake, sitting cross-legged on the ground, palms together, chanting the sutras.

On the calm surface of the lake, an ancient altar is suspended.

This altar is called the Golden Body Terrace, and it is the ultimate place for selecting the highest living Buddha in the past dynasties and cultivating for inheritance.

The altar rippled with a layer of golden ripples, which was extremely sacred.

On the altar, Gu Ren lay quietly on it, bathed in golden light, and Zhuoma next to him sat cross-legged next to him, looking at Gu Ren with a pitying gaze.

Under the altar, the old monk who was hunched over his waist was still supported by two slightly "young" old monks, swaying and standing unsteadily, as if he was about to fall to the ground at any time.

"Master, it doesn't matter to your old man. ”

The two "young" old monks asked.

"It's okay......"

The old monk waved his hand, motioned for them to let go, slowly raised his head, looked at the sky above Lake Zonir with cloudy eyes, and slowly closed his eyes after reciting an obscure spell in his mouth.

Over Lake Zonier, there was a bang...... A shallow layer of golden ripples ripples.

Half a sound, the golden ripples in the sky shattered.

Two beads of blood flowed from the corners of the old monk's eyes.

"Hey......"

The old monk sighed.

"Master. ”

The two "young" old monks hurriedly handed over a golden silk handkerchief, and the old monk took the silk handkerchief and wiped it on his eyes, and the two blood beads disappeared. Only then did the old monk open his eyes leisurely.

"King Ming's killing is too heavy, the calamity has come, and he has no power to return to the sky. ”

The old monk said slowly, word by word.

"Ahh

"What?"

Everyone on the shore exclaimed. The old monk's words didn't mean that Gu Ren had killed too many people and couldn't live. But if he doesn't kill those people, won't the world fall into a catastrophe? More people will die? This should be a great merit to save the common people, and it belongs to the supreme fruit, and it is not an exaggeration to exchange it for his rebirth. But the rules of the Heavenly Dao actually refused......

"Blind your dog's eyes!"

Han Xue's killing intent rose, and the rich spiritual power on the palm of her hand fluctuated, bangbangbang...... The two bowl-thick poplar trees around it were blown to pieces.

The people around looked at Han Xue with surprised eyes, this little girl is too angry...... The rhythm of daring to be enchanted.

"Rinpoche. Didn't you say, 'Lend him my life?'

Dolma suddenly opened his mouth and said this.

"Can you borrow your life?"

"Does he still have hope of resurrection?"

There was another commotion on the shore.

"The girl above, my brother-in-law has nothing to do with you, and you also have a good life, so you don't need to pay like this. Since I can be resurrected by my life, let me come! I don't ask for anything else, I just hope that my brother-in-law can be with my sister in peace!

Han Xue stepped forward a few steps and said loudly.

"Little Snow Maiden, you have your kindness, Zhuoma understands it. It's just that since I am a concubine of Ming, I should protect the king of Ming from disasters and avoid disasters. ”

Dolma said calmly.

"Fart, the king and concubine, it's just a gimmick. The devil believed. If you really want to be some kind of bullshit king, let your Buddha directly save my brother-in-law! I am his sister-in-law, except for my sister, no one is closer than me!"

Han Xue scolded and scolded unscrupulously. (To be continued.) )