The Buddha crossed thousands of people, and what he could pass was to let go, but if he couldn't, it was cause and effect, and people who had obsessions in their hearts were incomprehensible to the demons, how did the Buddha cross?

Don't say that if you cross the attachment, Buddha Leng can't even cross himself.

If he didn't have so many years of obsession with cloud songs, a hundred years of green lights, and the Buddha would have been crushed in front of the Buddha, and there would be no reason to violate morality and live up to his attachment.

Don't ask the cause, just ask the result, no matter what Zhiming did, he should return it to her, and he always has to pay it back.

"You deliberately provoked me?" In the cool breeze, Zhi Ming finally trembled and made a sound, and finally saw the Buddha's cold heart.

Tears rolled and poured down like rain, and the heart that hurt to the extreme, only the fragmented wreckage remained, tearing at the throat frantically, and the hoarse voice was full of despair: "You gave her your heart and gave me back your life." ”

Buddha Leng couldn't give her a person and heart, so he gave her a life, he couldn't do it in vain and ignore morality and take away his conscience and compassion.

"Do you think you're great?" Zhiming bit his lip tightly, the person trembled, and he couldn't restrain it, and his lips were bloody: "Who asked you to give me back with your life?" Do you think this will allow us to write off each other? ”

The soul blade in his hand swept up, majestic and pressing, the cold wind howled in the air, and it was clear that the sky of August was like suddenly, entering the winter.

When the frost came, the soul blade went straight into the heart of the Grip Hell, and the terrible hiss echoed, the Grip Hell's body bowed slightly, and the corners of his lips were splashed with blood.

She didn't feel pain, she slowly straightened up, her fingertips wiped the corners of her lips, her smile bloomed like a flower, and she was crazy and bloodthirsty: "I stab you with a sword, and I return you with a sword, Ah Leng, we will never be able to clear each other." ”

"Hahaha." The woman looked up and laughed wildly, her blood-stained lips were bewitching and charming, and her mourning was hard to hide, and she was blown away by the cold wind, leaving only tears on her face.

The phoenix crown gold bead shook wildly, hitting the porch, ticking and ticking one after another, Bai Meng reached out to help her in shock, but she threw it away.

The sharp pain in her chest piercing was a pain she had never felt at the top of the poor realm for so many years, and it turned out that in this world, it would be so painful.

"Ah Leng." She dragged her heavy and broken body and walked out towards Fo Leng step by step, and the man who was standing straight at the tuyere finally collapsed.

Only a very shallow and faint smile was left for her, and the desolation and sorrow were innumerable, piercing her heart, and for many years afterward, it became an indelible nightmare.

She trembled and reached out to hug him, "Ah Leng, I won't let you die, you can't die, what should I do if you die?" ”

If there is no Buddha Leng in the world, what is the point of her staying in this world?

Without him, everything is gone.

Someone was crying, and there was a slender and lingering cry in the wind, and she couldn't tell whether she was crying or Bai Meng was crying.

Numb and irritated, he whispered: "Don't cry, Ah Leng will definitely not die." ”

She hugged him helplessly, but what she touched was the man's cold body, and she trembled and reached out to probe his pulse, but there was no warm breath.

"No, it won't." She finally panicked, and helped him frantically use her internal force to test the breath of life in his body, and what she found was an unfathomable dark void.

It seemed that his soul had also left his body and floated to a place she didn't know, unable to touch or grasp.

She never knew what death was, and was used to watching life and death in the world, always thinking that death was just a moment, and she couldn't set off any waves.

In this way, she has not learned the slightest mercy and compassion, people in the world are just ants, dead is dead, where do you need to be sad?

Now that it is counted, it is really ridiculous, it turns out that there is such a day, in the face of death, she is so powerless and unbearable grief.

"Ah......" Holding the cold person in her arms, she raised her head and cried out violently, and the many emotions pressed on her heart were like being hollowed out by life, and a heart was also empty.

Crying to the end, the tears suddenly dried up, and he couldn't shed any more tears, so he sat on the ground with him in his arms, couldn't tell the love and hate, and muttered with a smile: "Ah Leng, all your ruthlessness was given to me alone." ”

He was reluctant to let Yun Ge reluctantly, not at all, but he used the most cruel method to let her live in purgatory for the rest of her life.

As long as she thinks about it, she killed the man she loves the most with her own hands, how should she go in this life? Wherever you go, it's all dark and useless.

The sound of the wind swirled around them in a low voice, desolate and tearing, and they stayed for a long time, and suddenly the evil laughed: "Do you think I can't do anything if you die?" ”

She lowered her head to look at the man who was sleeping deeply in her arms, and her fingertips carefully slid over his handsome face, a face that had haunted her countless dreams.

How can a person who is already deeply rooted in his bones and blood say that he will let it go?

The Buddha wanted to cross her, it was ridiculous!

"If I can bring Yun Ge back from the dead, how can I let you die like this?" The fire of hope burned little by little in her smiling eyes, and her lips trembled with excitement: "Ah Leng, go, I will take you back to the top of the poor realm, as long as you are there, your body can be preserved intact, you wait for me, within ten years, I will definitely let you live again." ”

As long as she returns to the top of the Poor Domain, she can cultivate with peace of mind, re-walk the path she has traveled before, and cultivate back the lost skill little by little.

At that time, she will be able to save Fo Leng.

"Master, no." Bai Meng wiped a handful of tears fiercely, knelt on the ground and begged: "You have exhausted your mental strength by going against the sky, if you do it again, you will die." ”

The ruler at the top of the poor realm is also flesh and blood, but he has a much longer life span than ordinary people, and he will die one day after all.

Previously, he had exhausted his life's cultivation for the sake of Yun Ge Ci, and his heart was damaged, and now he changed his life for the sake of the Buddha Leng and rebelled against the sky, wouldn't he use his own life to offset it?

Bai Meng couldn't help but feel sad from his heart, it should be the temple of Hades that was high in the clouds like a god, why couldn't he escape this word, fell into the red dust, and ruined himself.

She couldn't figure it out, what kind of charm does this thing have that can make Zhiming come to this point?

After following Zhiming for so many years, I always thought that this woman had already understood all things in the world, and her heart was lonely and returned to the divine realm, just waiting to cultivate the right path and return to Mingtai successfully.

Unexpectedly, she is more obsessed with this love than people in the world, once she touches it, it is like being poisoned, burrowing into the bone marrow, and it cannot be removed.

Her madness, I'm afraid there are very few in this world.

"What about death?" He smiled stupidly, gently smoothed Shun Buddha's cold monk's robe, and whispered to him: "He is dead, and being born to me is just an empty space." ”