The people from Buddha City returned, but the other demon painters left without looking back.

Obviously, after such a thing happened, the pilgrimage place of the Buddha City plane was completely abandoned by them, and it is estimated that no one will travel here again in the future and come to consume again.

Qin Xuan originally planned to say something, but in the face of the Buddha City people who had lost the Baojia Immortal, he really couldn't speak.

The so-called manifesto, the speech, seems meaningless at this moment.

The people of Buddha City don't need that.

Yes, when Qin Xuan saw these Focheng people again, he knew that Focheng people didn't need any encouragement, and they didn't need to rely on anyone.

Their demonic power walks with the Baojia Immortals, and they know more or less everything that happens in the Buddha City.

Maybe I can't hear what they are saying, but Bao Jiaxian's efforts, the persistence and fear in his heart, have been completely transmitted to nearly 10 million people in Focheng. Let them know who is protecting them and why.

Bao Jiaxian is a fool, and all of them know it.

But Bao Jiaxian is also a hero in their hearts, even if the whole world laughs at him for being a fool, the people of Focheng are still proud of him.

The next day, the city of Buddha was eerily quiet.

The ruins were dyed white with strips of cloth, and everyone was dressed in snow-white plain clothes.

There is no need to wrap up, because the Baojia Immortal is gone, and there is not even a corpse left.

There is also no need for such complicated rituals, a coffin, pitch black, plain. Just like the last relic he left behind at the end of his life, there was only a piece of clothing and a dry pipe.

People put the garment in the coffin and lifted it spontaneously, while more people followed it in silence.

The Buddha City is very large, and there are many people in the Buddha City, with tens of millions of people.

So it's impossible to stand all here.

However, no matter where they were, whether they stretched out their hands to carry the coffin for him, or stood in the distance and watched, or they couldn't even see it, they still silently watched the snow-white river stretch into the distance.

At this moment, Qin Xuan was standing in front of the coffin.

'I'll come to this seat.' ’

Qin Xuan wanted to carry the coffin for Bao Jiaxian, even if Sister Rabbit objected, and even countless people hoped that he would not do it.

But Qin Xuan just wanted to do it.

It doesn't matter about status, strength and status, as far as one person is concerned, Qin Xuan feels that he is far inferior to him.

Qin Xuan respected him, and even admired him from the bottom of his heart, which was enough.

"I'm sorry," Standing in front of Bao Jiaxian's clothed mound, Qin Xuan put down a bouquet of white flowers: "I can't save you." ”

"But I'm here to assure you. ”

Qin Xuan looked at the name on the tombstone, red and unclothed, this is the real name of Bao Jiaxian, a name that is unknown to people and will even be forgotten in the end.

"Today's Buddha City, a dead you," Qin Xuan slowly closed his eyes and made an oath to the person who had died and disappeared completely: "But in the future, I will return this Buddha City, nine million Baojia Immortals." ”

Red Wuyi will eventually be forgotten, but the new path he has created, a revolutionary soldier profession called Baojiaxian, is destined to be carried forward.

"One day I become the emperor, I will have you to protect the family immortal, one day!"

After Qin Xuan finished speaking, he looked at the dry pipe in his hand, this thing was not buried with Bao Jiaxian's clothes.

Because before, he had said to Qin Xuan that if one day he was gone, if Qin Xuan was willing, he hoped that he could hand over this dry pipe to another person.

"From today. ”

After the funeral, Qin Xuan stood in front of all the people in the Buddha City: "If you want to leave here and find another way to make a living, I respect your choice, but if you can't give up your hometown, then I promise you that the Buddha City in the future will still be your Buddha City!"

Buddha City was still very quiet, no one spoke, and no one responded to Qin Xuan.

"No one will come to hurt you anymore, because I'm here. Qin Xuan: "I know that many of you don't know me, or even know who I am. ”

They didn't all know Qin Xuan, and even a very few, very few people, might know who Qin Xuan was.

"My name is Qin Xuan. ”

Two words, one surname, but let the deathly silence come alive, no, it was impatient, and even boiled.

"That's right, my surname is Qin. ”

"Qin guarding the shore, Qin Wuya's Qin, Qin Moshan's Qin, Qin Daoxue's Qin, and Qin Guixuan's Qin!"

"I am the Qin family, and it is also yours," Qin Xuan: "Emperor Qi Ying." ”

At this time, there are not only the people of Focheng, but also a large number of mountain and sea beasts, some of them are the dependents of the Baojia immortals, and some are the dependents of the people of Focheng.

Among them, there are naturally old pandas for them.

Everyone looked at Qin Xuan, listening to what he wanted to say to them.

"I don't know what to say about the disaster that happened in the Buddha City, this catastrophe, but what I want to say is... ”

Qin Xuan's gaze swept over the endless crowd below, for the first time in his life, he wanted to do it, and he wanted to insist: "I believe in him." ”

"I believe in the path chosen by Bao Jiaxian," Qin Xuan: "It's not a dead end!"

At this moment, countless Buddha City people lowered their heads, and many of them couldn't cry.

Is it sadness?

Yes, it's sad, but what really made them cry was not the death of Bao Jiaxian.

"Great. ”

"Do you hear that, Bao Jiaxian? ”

"The emperor is on your side, and he says, "You're right. ”

"It's not going to end, never, the Buddha City is still the Buddha City, forever!"

“。。。。。。 ”

The old panda's old face was full of tears, he cried very sadly, not only him, but also other Shanhai clans, they all regarded Baojiaxian as their own children and descendants, and they doted on him and loved him very much.

But now, he's gone...

'I want to be a protector. ’

There was a child who said to him, 'Let more people know about you, and then we all live together and depend on each other.'" ’

'Huh. ’

The old panda shook his head: "Impossible. ’

'Why?'

The child asked, puzzled.

'Because there's only one of you,' said the old panda, 'I've only met one of you for millions of years.' ’

Listening to the old panda's words, and his indifference to his own remarks, the child not only did not feel sad, but showed a bright smile: "That's great. ’

'Huh?'

'There can't be two selves in this world, but there can be many. ’

To this day, the child's smile and his words still echo in the old panda's mind: 'Wouldn't it be okay to let people all over the world become Baojia Immortals, old man?'

"Do you know why his name is Red Clothes?"

Qin Xuan looked at them, and then smiled, "Because everyone can be a Baojia Immortal." ”

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