The Buddha is gone, compassion is gone, leaving only blood and sin behind!

Black without flowers, no, it should be said that it is Chu Zihe's dark instinct now, which has been all burned by blood and **, and all that remains is killing, killing!

At this moment, he sat lightly on a small boat, surrounded by the blue sea like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, the sun was slanting in the west, and the sea breeze was blowing stronger.

No wine, no water, no people, only himself on the vast sea.

He knew that Chu Liuxiang was coming soon!

The clear water gilded everything blue, and the flowerless hand stroked the guqin, the melodious sound of the qin filled, and later began to chant and read poems, and now the most useful attack move is camouflage.

At this time, all of Wuhua's movements are not controlled by Chu Zihe's soul, and his soul has been controlled by Dark Wuhua, just waiting for an opportunity to break it, but I don't know if there is a chance?

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. Relics, the color is not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is empty, the emptiness is the color......"

The scriptures are kept in the mouth, and the Buddha's voice is quiet, but it can't wash away the sin.

Suddenly, the current around him slid around, and a figure rushed out of the sea, like a flying fish, standing directly on the bow of the boat.

The bright sunlight shone on him, his eyebrows were thick and long, full of rugged masculine charm, and his eyes were very clear and sharp.

He raised his hand to block the glare of the sun, winked and smiled, his eyes flashing with a playful, humorous light, but full of wit.

"Master Flowers, don't come unharmed?" The gentle voice seems to be able to turn the prayer wheel in front of the Buddha, and everything is so gentle.

Wuhua pretended to be in a posture and adjusted her facial expression to a surprised and abnormal look, showing her shock just right.

"Chu Liuxiang, it turned out to be you. It really scares me, what are you talking about? "No flowers, plain clothes and white socks, spotless, gently sitting on a small boat, immobile as a king.

"No flowers, no flowers, who else in this world can get into the water to scare you, you are here to play the qin, chant scriptures, compose poems, have you ever seen a bloody fight?

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Wuhua directly threw the lyre into the pure sea, lowered his body, and washed his ears with both hands on the seawater.

"The ears are clear, the heart is to the white clouds, this lyre has been contaminated with blood, it seems that it can no longer be played, what a pity!"

"No flowers, no flowers, although your name is no flowers, there are really ten thousand spiritual flowers in your heart, I shouldn't have bothered you. Otherwise, you can go to the Champs with me, and we will drink wine for three days and three nights, play chess for five days and five nights, and say Buddha for seven days and seven nights! Besides, I still have a beautiful woman who adds fragrance to her hands, which is even better! Chu Liuxiang rubbed her good-looking nose funny, and the smell of tulips lingered all over her body.

Wuhua was suddenly stunned after hearing this, and then jumped up and walked on the waves, in Chu Liuxiang's eyes, he was like a rabbit in a hurry, and he couldn't help but get angry.

"This flowerless is really a monk, and it is not close to the fragrance of beauty!" Chu Liuxiang then also left, like a fluttering flower butterfly.

As everyone knows, Chu Liuxiang didn't understand the real reason for Wuhua to escape, and just when Chu Liuxiang said the last words, Chu Zihe, who had been immersed in the sea of soul blood, suddenly woke up.

Instantly restore clarity!

It's not demonic nature, let alone the dark heart, but the real nature of Chu Zihe. Everything was so wonderful, everything was so coincidental, just because he saw a man in the sea of blood: white clothes without flowers.

There are no flowers in the white clothes, and the points of light converge from the sea of blood, gathering the light of the Buddha little by little, and the figure slowly turns from virtual to real.

After Chu Liuxiang said "three days and three nights of wine", the Buddha's light condensed into the void;

After saying "five days and five nights of chess", his virtual body skyrocketed;

After saying "Seven Days and Seven Nights of Zen", Zhang Er's virtual body was condensed.

After finishing speaking, the fragment of the jade tablet in Chu Zihe's mind hooked thousands of Buddha lights, the white mist was filled, and all the blood Hayden was blocked out.

Huang Zhong Da Lu reverberated over the sea of blood.

"The jade tablet fragment accepts special trade requests from the characters in the plot and travels through the long river of time!"

The white-clothed Wuhua took one step and directly merged into the astonishing Chu Zihe soul, and the two figures were suddenly lost in the sea of blood.

***

"Where is this?"

Chu Zihe raised his heavy head, looking at the bright spring in the small pavilion in front of him, he couldn't help touching his head, and he was in a trance.

"Bald? Still no flowers! ”

Suddenly, he jumped up, seemed to remember something, leaned over and retched, almost vomiting out the bitter gall.

The sea of blood is surging, black and white without flowers, possession and devouring, bloody killing, everything is like a movie, circulating endlessly in Chu Zihe's mind, and the pictures are stained with terrifying blood.

Chu Zihe looked at his hands and seemed to see blood flowing, no matter how he wiped it with his clothes, he couldn't wipe it clean.

The current Chu Zihe is the real Chu Zihe, although he is still wearing a flowerless body, although he still doesn't know what kind of place this is, but he knows that he has been taken out of the soul blood sea by the white-clothed Wuhua, and the spiritual platform is clear.

"Hey, it seems that like Xie Wendong, Wuhua is testing me, and at the same time accumulating capital for me to help him complete the final Jedi counterattack!"

Chu Zihe vaguely understood the ins and outs of the matter, just like the third time he possessed to save Qiu Ningshui, the first two times Xie Wendong was testing himself.

Chu Zihe's fingers trembled non-stop, the sword light and sword shadow in his eyes, and the various exercises without flowers were circulating in his mind one by one, the strength of the shot, the moves, the operation route of the mental method, the rhythm of the fist method, and the mystery of ninjutsu, little by little were flowing in his heart.

As long as Chu Zihe is given time, he can transform these into his own abilities, and he understands that Miao Monk Wuhua is sending him a great creation. Chu Zihe's heart palpitated, the guilt and bloody feeling in his heart was not reduced, but he no longer retched, and he didn't know that the dark seed in his heart had taken root and sprouted, just waiting for the breeze to blow and immediately grow into a towering tree.

Only where am I now?

Looking at the railing of the Chuzi River, the smoke is misty, the lake is quiet, a flat boat flows in the distance, and the beauty in the boat sits alone.

"Wuhua, I bought all the wine, you are still pondering there, quickly stroke the piano and make a consolation." A sound was heard in the distance, and the scent of tulips spread.

"Chu Liuxiang?"

Chu Zihe was surprised, although his soul was covered by the sea of blood, he could for some reason clearly remember everything that happened, perhaps because of the wonderful ability of the jade tablet fragment.

On that sea, when Wuhua and Chu Liuxiang were talking, he had clearly "seen" Chu Liuxiang, although not through his own eyes.

"Of course it's me, the first time we met, we drank wine for three days and three nights, and you said that you were not my opponent; Last time, we played chess for five days and five nights, and I made peace, but you refused; This time I'm going to challenge you again, the 'Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting, Poetry, Wine and Tea' Seven Absolute Buddhas, it's also a sin to be too perfect in life, I want to defeat you. Isn't it, Master Flowerless? ”

On the vast Taihu Lake, the sunset was setting, and a pool of golden light was shattered between the sparkling waves, and Chu Zihe between the small pavilions looked at Chu Liuxiang, the moon-stepping boy who was running in the distance behind, and his eyes were puzzled.

No flowers, what is it selling this time?

In the space of the jade tablet, the bloodless flower of the seven orifices smiled silently, the blood on the face had disappeared strangely, the face showed a compassionate look, the broken piano had been connected, the hand was flicked, the sound of the piano was dingdong, and the rhyme was natural.

"Let me give you another extra creation!"