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Zhongzhou,

Butterfly Valley.

The butterflies in the sky are flying in the sea of flowers, and Yun Xian is holding the pale and purple moon music, sitting by the sea of flowers, and his blood-red eyes are filled with tenderness that cannot be dissolved.

"Amitabha. ”

A Buddha call came from far and near, and I saw an old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes stepping on the sea of flowers, walking in the air as if walking on the ground, and only in the blink of an eye he had reached the back of Yun Xian.

If Ling Zifeng was here, he would definitely be frightened, because he also knew this old monk, who was the host of Xilin Ancient Temple at the foot of Xilin Mountain, Master Wuwei.

"You can save Le'er, right?"

Yun Xian didn't raise his head, but just whispered, as if he was not surprised by the arrival of Master Wuwei.

"Since ancient times, no one has died, everything is destined, why should Master Yun Shi be so unable to let go!" Master Wuwei shook his head pityingly, as if he felt extremely sorry for his persistence.

"You can save her, right?" Yun Xian still asked the same sentence, like a magic barrier, as if he didn't care about anything else.

"Since the poor monk is here, he can naturally be saved, but Master Yun, you will die because of this, so will you still choose to save her?"

Master Wuwei looked compassionate, but his words were very ruthless. Perhaps as a generation of monks, he has never been in contact with the love between men and women, so he has never understood why the world has never been able to see through a love word.

Just like the unrepentant Zen master of Tianxin Temple, he died because of his red face and has since converted to Buddhism. But if he can really be pure and see through the word love, how can he choose to jump out of the red dust and always accompany the ancient Buddha of the green lantern from now on.

"As long as Le'er can live, what is there to fear when I die. ”

"I can't watch her leave me, even if it was death, it should be me who died before her. ”

Yun Xian's expression was a little distorted, his words were almost terrifyingly paranoid, maybe he loved too deeply, and he was already too deep to extricate himself.

"Amitabha..."

"The poor monk can understand the mood of the cloud benefactor, but has the benefactor ever thought about how she should deal with herself if the moon girl wakes up and you have left her?

"No,"

"If Yue'er can live, even if she wakes up and hates me for the rest of her life, I will never complain, Master, you will not understand the feeling of being powerless when you watch the person you love the most leave you. ”

"Maybe this is the so-called demon barrier in Buddhism, but if I can save Le'er, what if I enter the demon barrier, what if I sink into eternity, what if I am afraid of it. ”

Yun Xian raised his head to the sky and roared, full of anger and destroyed the sea of flowers around him.

"Amitabha. ”

"Sin, sin, that's it, since the donor has decided to do so, the poor monk will help you, this soul rejuvenation pill, feed her to eat. Master Wuwei was not persuading Yun Xian, he took out the Soul Restoration Pill and handed it to him. As he said, life and death are destined by heaven, and perhaps it should be Yunxian who is destined to die by God.

The poor monk will use all his strength to force all your vitality into the body of the Moon Maiden, and even the power of your bloodline will be introduced into her body, forcing out the poison of the Seven Absolute in her body, and you will suffer the absolute pain of blood depletion, heart and vein breakage, and broken tendons at the same time, the donor had better be mentally prepared.

"Come on!"

Yun Xian helped Yuele to sit up, and he also sat cross-legged, and Master Wuwei sat cross-legged behind him, carrying all his body power in his palm, pouring it into his heart, and guiding him to infuse Yuele's body.

Bursts of white mist rose from the bodies of the three people, and gradually the fog became thicker and thicker, until the figures were wrapped in it, and they could only vaguely see that the three figures were spinning in the mist.

A soft and strong energy swept the surrounding sea of flowers to pieces, and Yuele was full of green silk flying, a faint gray aura emerged from the top of her head, floating down in the surrounding sea of flowers, the originally bright sea of flowers slowly withered, obviously a highly poisonous thing.

"Take blood as the guide, calm the soul, the happy pulse, turn the world upside down, and reverse the vitality. ”

Master Wuwei's voice was like a bell, turning into several phantoms, sitting in eight directions, focusing on the two of them, pulling the two of them to change their positions, sometimes their hands against each other, and sometimes one of them volleyed upside down with their heads.

When Master Wuwei gathered his strength, Yun Xian's face was already gray, and his vitality was cut off, and after glancing at his wife sitting cross-legged in front of him, he left with a smile on his face, his wish was finally fulfilled.

"Amitabha!"

"There is a way to live, there is a degree of death, enter reincarnation, and avoid sorrow. Life and death are all in one thought, may the donor go all the way. ”

Master Wuwei sat cross-legged on the ground, whispering the Buddha's name, and the afterglow of the slanting sun shone on him, like a compassionate Buddha, shrouded in the light of the Buddha of ten thousand ways, merciful to the world, and purifying all sentient beings.

The minutes and seconds passed until the sunset hung over the mountainside.

Yue Lecai slowly woke up, opened his somewhat confused eyes and looked around, am I already dead? Is this my soul?

Just when she was wondering, the moment she lowered her eyes, she saw a figure lying on the ground, tears falling down like pearls.

"Cloud String,"

"Wake up, wake up!"

"How so, why is this happening!"

Yuele hugged Yun Xian into her arms and cried bitterly, she didn't understand, wasn't she the one who should die? Why was she still alive, but Yun Xian was dead, why....

"Amitabha. ”

"The donor's day mourns and changes, life is death, death is life, everything has its own certainty. Master Wuwei stood up, bowed down and pronounced the Buddha's name, and since the matter was over, he planned to turn around and leave.

"The old monk of Wuwei,"

"It's you, it's you, right? Otherwise, Yun Xian wouldn't have died, it must have been you, otherwise how could he have died. ”

Yue Le raised his head when he heard the sound and took a look, and saw this kind and kind master of Wuwei, his whole heart sank to the bottom, and he asked in a hoarse and angry voice, at this moment, Yue Le wanted to cut him with a thousand knives.

In this world, only this old monk has the ability to bring himself back to life, and only when this old monk is here, Yun Xian will die because of this.

As the donor said, it was indeed the poor monk's doing, and the cloud donor could not break the love barrier, and the poor monk could only do what he wanted. Amitabha. ”

"Take care of the donor, the poor monk has taken his leave!"

After Wuwei finished speaking, like a gust of wind, he rode away with the wind, only the undispersed Buddha number was still echoing in the wind.

"Why, Cloud String!"

Yuele looked up to the sky and cried bitterly, and the sad voice resounded in the sky.

There was a drizzle of goose feathers all over the sky, sprinkled on her body, and she just hugged the person in her arms tightly, holding him tightly, as if she was afraid that he would disappear as soon as she let go.

After the drizzle, a little starlight appeared in the cold night sky, and Yuele hugged Yunxian and buried him in his own tomb, which was the grave that the two dug for herself, but in the end she didn't bury herself, but buried her own lover.

Yue Le picked up the dirt on the ground one by one, and covered the grave of Yun Xian one by one, his delicate fingertips were full of scarlet blood, as well as the dirt that had not fallen off his hands.

Engraved the name of the cloud string on the tombstone with his fingers, he sat in front of the grave, his tears had long since dried up, his sadness had been covered by indifference, and his eyes were filled with endless ice.

After the morning, the birds chirped and the fragrance of the flowers overflowed, and the haggard woman still sat there, but her green hair was gone, and her white hair fluttered in the wind.

She's already heartbroken.

Yue Le slowly stood up, slammed his palm on the Heavenly Spirit Cover, splitting his soul and splitting it into two.

"Cloud String,"

"From now on, half of it will be you, half of me. ”

Yuele said silently in a low and hoarse voice.

Overnight, the green silk turned into white hair, and since then he has been reduced to a double soul man.

The clouds are dead, and Yuele's heart is dead.

If the mountains and rivers are endless, and the years are not decaying, I will bury them with my own hands, and all the dust that has been sprinkled on you in this world will be paved on the road of your reincarnation.