Chapter 121: The Monk Can't Run the Temple (21)
Jin Ya stood in the courtyard, looking at the sky, and it was clear that the catastrophe was coming, and success or failure was also done here.
It didn't take long for a light rain to fall in the sky, and it had been more than twenty years, and he had never stepped out of the peach blossom pond again, and he had not seen Zhuohua for more than twenty years since then.
The Nine Heavens are also very depressed, Zhuohua's condition has deteriorated, she has not been very conscious in the past few days, sometimes she is groggy, calling Jinya's name for a while, and Shaobai for a while.
Her face was flushed, her forehead was full of sweat, and no matter how anxious Shaobai was, she couldn't help it, the catastrophe was coming, and she would be affected.
The gate was pushed open, and the pear blossoms in the yard were all gone, bare and desolate.
The thunder and lightning flashed, becoming more and more terrifying, and the purple-black lightning was very arrogant, like a man-eating beast, with a deafening sound, and the hearts of those who listened trembled.
The sky was gloomy, and the light rain kept falling, which was the first time it had happened in the Nine Heavens, and the atmosphere was very oppressive and breathless.
"Shaobai." This is the first time Jinya has called him by this name, and he used to call him as a respecter.
Turning his head, at first glance, the appearance of the two was still somewhat similar, just glanced at it, Shaobai didn't make a sound, he knew what Jinya was doing, but this was a catastrophe, even if he was a Buddha, he might not be able to carry it.
And this heavenly tribulation is aimed at Zhuohua.
"Don't worry." The indifferent voice was like a clear spring, which made Shaobai's irritable heart inexplicably settle down a lot, Jinya stood in front of the bed, looking at the girl who was not sleeping comfortably on the bed, and her heart couldn't stop hurting.
The emotions are now, even the Buddha beads can't be controlled, and the dark brown Buddha beads on the wrist are drooping, lining the wrist more delicately, and the contrast with the fair skin is stark.
The thunder is getting louder and louder, and it keeps flashing in the sky, but after a while, a piece of gold appeared in the sky, and it continued to spread, and the area became larger and larger, and the golden light carried Zen, which seemed to be the sound of Mi Mi Sanskrit from the sky, with the compassion of the Buddha, which made people feel awe.
Shaobai raised his eyes violently, this scene ......
Picking up Zhuohua, listening to her confused voice still calling his name, Jinya's heart was a mess, and there was some inexplicable emotion swelling in his chest, which made him want to cry.
Zhuohua, from now on, you are free.
In Shaobai's eyes, he walked into the rain with Zhuohua in his arms, and the dense rain fell on the two people, and the golden light shrouded their bodies, with a gentle and peaceful atmosphere.
The quaint Sanskrit sound is getting thicker and thicker, and the Heavenly Tribulation is not to be outdone, and it has been wandering in the sky, as if it is about to fall in the next moment.
Shaobai clenched his fists, and he said why Jinya was reluctant to return to the Buddha realm, it turned out that he was waiting for this day, the day when the Buddha sat down and returned to the Buddha realm, he was born with a vision, shrouded in golden light, and the power of Sanskrit sound would come to protect him, and he wanted to use this to weaken the power of the heavenly tribulation
Zhuohua's eyes were closed, her face was pale, and her condition was getting worse and worse with the arrival of the Heavenly Tribulation.
The thunder sounded, and a purple-black thunder came violently, hitting the two people, the power of the heavenly tribulation cannot be underestimated, even if there is the Sanskrit sound and golden light of Jinya's return, he is not lightly injured.
He is a Buddha, and he can't hold on, let alone burn Hua, but this heavenly tribulation has just arrived......