On the top of the floating tomb, Gu Hengsheng and the Buddha sat opposite each other, and the rest of the people stood in the distance and watched, not knowing what the two were talking about.

Gu Hengsheng took out the treasured immortal wine to entertain the Buddha, and the two didn't say anything at first, just drank the wine cup by cup.

A full quarter of an hour passed before the Buddha put down the wine glass, gently put his hands on his thighs, and looked directly at Gu Hengsheng: "The Buddhist scriptures record that the dark blue fire is an ominous thing, and now the emperor is in charge of the dark fire, I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse." ”

Gu Hengsheng would not doubt what the Buddha said, and his face was solemn: "At least it seems okay now, no one can say what will happen in the future." ”

"The emperor was born a saint, and I hope he can control the blue fire."

The Buddha folded his hands and recited a sentence of Amitabha: "The last Buddha bead relics protected the way for the emperor, and demons and evil should not be approached."

If one day the relics are dim, it will mean that the emperor is in big trouble, and I hope that Gu Shizhu can stop it in time. ”

"I'll take care of it, don't worry."

Gu Hengsheng nodded heavily, keeping the Buddha's words in mind.

"Master Gu, what are your plans?"

The Buddha changed the topic, not bothering about Gu Xiujie's getting the Blue Hellfire.

Gu Xiujie was born demonic, and disasters were naturally accompanied by supreme opportunities.

The Buddha suddenly mentioned himself, and Gu Hengsheng was silent.

After a long time, Gu Hengsheng gently closed his eyes and said, "Sometimes I also want to improve my Dao, let go of everything, and look at this long red dust.

However, there is a concern that this cannot be done. ”

"Time is running out for you, and the situation at the end of the stars is getting worse and worse."

The Buddha can often perceive an extremely terrifying aura enveloping the heavens and the earth, and that feeling cannot be explained, as if as long as the owner who exudes the breath has a thought, the world will come to naught.

"Now that I'm recovering from my injury, I'll make a decision as soon as possible."

The situation in the world is getting more and more tense, and Gu Hengsheng doesn't know that time is running out.

However, Gu Hengsheng had too many worries to practice with peace of mind.

For example, the master Mo Yibai can really let go of all the wandering red dust and deduce the red dust three-life Taoism.

She has been in Hongchen for hundreds of thousands of years, forgetting her origin, and has only one thought in her heart, to see every corner of the world and every human heart in the world.

Only when we truly integrate into the red dust and temper ourselves can we achieve the avenue.

Although Gu Hengsheng is not cultivating the Red Dust Dao, he is the Red Dust Sword Dao.

However, his cultivation realm had already encountered a bottleneck, and he had not improved much in strength since he had been in retreat.

At the beginning, Gu Hengsheng practiced in the red dust several times, and his cultivation was greatly improved.

Later, because of various changes, Gu Hengsheng has never walked in the red world.

"Don't let your worries take your heart, otherwise it will be difficult to succeed."

The Buddha admonished, hoping to see Gu Hengsheng go to the next level.

"Before I leave, I will arrange everything."

Gu Hengsheng has been waiting for an opportunity, he is worried that once he seals his mind, something happens to the Floating Tomb and the people he cares about, and he will not be able to protect it at all.

Family affection is a concern that Gu Hengsheng is difficult to let go.

If there was a choice, Gu Hengsheng would not let go of his ego and go to Hongchen to practice at this time.

However, the day when Beigong Xin was born is getting closer and closer, and Gu Hengsheng can't continue to drag it on.

In fact, even if Gu Hengsheng's strength becomes stronger, it will be difficult to compete with Beigong Xin.

However, Gu Hengsheng will not give up.

Even if there is no glimmer of hope, Gu Hengsheng has to create hope.

"The poor monk's words are all here, and I hope that the road of the Gu donor can be achieved."

The Buddha got up and bowed slightly towards Gu Hengsheng.

"Dugu Yan hasn't woken up, can you go over and take a look?"

Gu Hengsheng glanced at the thatched hut in a corner and whispered in a low voice.

Buddha Zi glanced at it from afar, pursed his lips and shook his head: "This is the catastrophe of Lord Dugu, and it may also be his creation."

When he reaches the end of the day, he is the sharpest sword in the world. ”

The Buddha has been enlightened, and he sees people and things more deeply than others, and every sentence is worthy of scrutiny.

"He's going to make it."

Gu Hengsheng has always believed in Dugu Yan, because there is no one in this world who knows Dugu Yan better than him.

Both of them came from the land of a hundred countries, but Gu Hengsheng had the shelter of the floating tomb.

And what about Dugu?

He walked out of such a barren place as the land of a hundred countries, and with his own strength, he went all the way.

Life and death crisis, Dugu Yan doesn't know how many times, and every time he stubbornly survived.

It wasn't until later that Dugu Yan won the respect of the world, and he could really be called Sword Zun.

In this world, there is only one person worthy of the name of Sword Venerable, and that is him Dugu.

There are still many strong sword cultivators in this world, and there are also sword cultivators who are stronger than Dugu Yan.

However, the Sword Venerable is a unique existence that cannot be replicated.

Sometimes Gu Hengsheng is thinking.

If you are in a lonely situation, can you stand on the top of the world without relying on anyone's help?

Every time he thought of this, Gu Hengsheng would fall into deep thought and be silent.

"Sword Venerable, the only one in the world."

This is the Buddha's praise for Dugu Yan, which can be said to be the highest evaluation of a sword cultivator.

Gu Hengsheng stood with his hands in his hands, thinking of the day when he and Jian Zun Dugu Yan met for the first time, and he was very emotional.

"It's time for the poor monk to go, I don't know how long it will be before the next time I meet Master Gu."

A thousand years later, Gu Hengsheng is afraid that it will be difficult to succeed.

As for a longer time, Beigong Xin is estimated to be born.

"If we can all survive, I plan to find a place near mountains and rivers and live a life of idle clouds and wild cranes."

Gu Hengsheng has worked hard, the scenery has been beautiful, and he has enjoyed it.

When the world is healthy, Gu Hengsheng feels that the simplest days are the best, there is no need to fight and kill and intrigue all day long, just think about three meals a day.

"At that time, the poor monk must live next to Gu Shizhu, chanting and chanting Buddha for Gu Shizhu day and night."

The Buddha said seriously.

"Why?"

Gu Hengsheng asked subconsciously.

"Gu Shizhu defended against the heavens, and experienced many wars, and his hands were stained with a lot of blood.

The poor monk plans to chant the Buddha for the Gu donor day and night, and wait until the donor is feathered, so that he will not fall into the Nine Secluded Mansion. ”

The Buddha said with his hands folded.

"Hahaha."

Gu Hengsheng laughed a few times: "If I fall into the Nine Netherworlds, who would dare to sentence me?"

Who can condemn me? ”

I am the emperor who was born against the sky, and if there is really an underworld in the world, I will also become the ruler of the underworld, and I will be high.

The power of the emperor cannot be humiliated even if he dies.

"Amitabha."

The Buddha smiled slightly.

After a while, Gu Hengsheng looked at Fu Mengyao in the distance and whispered, "But take a look?" ”