Zhao Zhu knelt on the cold ground, at this time, he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, was it remorse? Is it shame? Is it self-containment? Or is it heartache?

In short, it's complicated, Zhao Zhu has always felt that he treats feelings very openly, especially when he was playing flowers a few years ago, he is handsome and golden, changing his girlfriend is like watching the lights, he has never thought that he is a seed of infatuation, and he has always felt that this title does not match himself at all, women are clothes, wear them when needed, and change them when they are tired of wearing them, anyway, there are a lot of clothes in front of him, and the amount in his card is enough to buy new clothes for himself.

It wasn't until later, when he met Qingzi, Qin Tiantian and Su Jin'er, that Zhao Zhu felt that he would also give sincerely, it turned out that he could also feel the feeling of truly loving someone in his life; Even, for the sake of Qin Tiantian and for his family, Zhao Zhu made the decision to quit the circle, give up the pursuit of the so-called real supreme power, quit, be an ordinary person, don't have to be afraid, accompany his wife, and have children in the future, you can drive your children to school every day, and take your children and wife out to play during the holidays.

Perhaps, this is a kind of maturity after experiencing life and death again and again.

However, Zhao Zhu himself didn't expect that in a memory of his that does not exist now, there is such a girl, from the beginning to the end, she has been guarding herself, silently, completely leaving no traces, but her dedication to herself and her commitment to that relationship are so heavy that even if she forgets who she is. But she will not forget to protect the people she loves.

Chen Yuxin's prayer voice slowly became lower, and in the end, the incense burned out, and the image was completely dissipated.

But Zhao Zhu still didn't get up, he knelt here for nearly half an hour, and then, he took a deep breath, supported the ground with one hand, and stood up.

In my heart, I am very lost. Very lost;

Every time he approached the figure and voice of this girl, Zhao Zhu's heart always had a feeling of being dug out.

Shaking his head, forcibly adjusting his thoughts from his sadness, Zhao Zhu looked at the Buddha statue again;

The monkey said that the spirits in the entire sect are on the top floor of this Nine Spirit Pagoda, and it looks like it should be inside this Buddha statue.

Zhao Zhu looked at the Buddha statue, and the Buddha statue's compassionate eyes also happened to look at Zhao Zhu, looking at it, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Zhu's mouth. A smile also appeared on the corner of the Buddha's mouth;

The scene is very harmonious;

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Zhu clasped his hands together and did not kneel down again. kneeling to Chen Yuxin's phantom is because Zhao Zhu really owes her, and owes too much, that kneeling. It's more of a peace of mind that Zhao Zhu asked for himself, as for the Buddha statue, Zhao Zhu felt that he had nothing to kneel on. For a person who only values the Fa and not the Buddha, it is nonsense to say how pious he is in his heart.

Although Zhao Zhu's tantric cultivation is very high, in the real world, it is a living Buddha coming to the world, but in his heart, there is not much respect for the Buddha, if Zhao Zhu got not Tantric exercises at the beginning, but magic skills, Zhao Zhu will not hesitate to practice magic skills, reason, that's it.

The smile of the Buddha statue became more and more obvious, and it became more and more weird, for a while, the Buddha statue in front of Zhao Zhu seemed to come to life, and the picture in front of Zhao Zhu began to distort, as if he saw countless resentful souls in the hell of Ah Bi roaring, all kinds of heart-wrenching and terrible screams filled the surroundings, and the bloody breath was so thick that it seemed to be able to turn into water droplets.

The wind is gusting, and the ghost is rampant;

A Buddha, slowly walked out of the hell of Ah Nose, he held a demon pestle in his left hand, a leather whip in his right hand, the Buddha's light rippled all over his body, but it was extremely hideous, a pair of eyes, but with endless compassion.

After a while, he seemed to see Zhao Zhu, who was looking at him in front, the Buddha put the demon pestle aside, and the demon pestle floated there like this, and there were a few powerful ghost hands who wanted to steal the demon pestle, but when they touched the demon pestle, they let out a scream and disappeared.

This is the majesty of the Buddha, this is the power of the Buddha;

The Buddha was in front of him with one hand, and made a Buddhist salute to Zhao Zhu, and said:

"I am compassionate."

Under the seal of the Buddha, all the charms and spirits are scattered, as if even if it is a hell of a nose, it seems to be much more ethereal at this time, this is the sound of great compassion, full of a look, containing a kind of detachment, revealing a kind of transcendence and self.

This is not a Buddha statue stacked with donkey dung eggs in a temple in the world, this is a real Buddha, a Buddha from hell, a Buddha with a bloody body.

Zhao Zhu clasped his hands together, his face was serious, and he responded:

"Amitabha."

The Buddha was smiling, and so was Zhao Zhu.

The Buddha made a gesture of please, but Zhao Zhu stood still and shook his head slightly.

The smile on the Buddha's face became even more intense, and he said:

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

"It's the shore that turns back."

This is the Buddha inviting Zhao Zhu, but it is obvious that Zhao Zhu refused, he is not as noble as the Buddha, for the sake of peace in the world, he personally suppressed it in hell, so that the evil ghosts could not harm the world, Zhao Zhu did not have such a high discipline, nor did he have such a great dedication.

"My hands are full of blood, where is the shore?" Buddha asked.

"The shore is in Lingshan." Zhao Zhu replied.

"There is no Buddha in Lingshan." The Buddha said again.

"The Buddha is you." Zhao Zhu pointed to the Buddha in front of him.

"I am the Buddha?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

One after another Buddha words and Zen machines kept coming out of the mouths of Buddha and Zhao Zhu, and for a while, the Buddha's light flashed on the nine-story spiritual pagoda.

This is a greeting, a reply, if Zhao Zhu is a little dissatisfied with the answer, the Buddha will take action to suppress Zhao Zhu.

This is an incomprehensible artistic conception, similar to when the white fox Xuanxuan was in the old forest in the northeast, he forcibly pulled Zhao Zhu into the duel of Buddhism, and this time, it was the same.

Among them, it is not that the parties concerned cannot understand it at all.

The Buddha is very satisfied with Zhao Zhu, because he himself is also a perennial suppression of hell, and his hands are full of blood, he is not a Buddha with a spiritual cleanliness, and he does not recognize that kind of Buddha, and Zhao Zhu is also a person with a strong smell of blood, so he likes it very much.

However, at this moment, beside Zhao Zhu, an old man's phantom suddenly appeared, the old man was holding a book, and there was not a word on it, but the old man looked at it with relish.

The appearance of the old man made the Buddha's face suddenly become grim, as if he had seen something that he didn't want to see.

"Demons are demons, and you can't become a Buddha after all."

The old man tore off a page of the book and threw it away at will, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, there is a golden house in the book, and of course there are demons in the book!

This page of the book turned into a ray of light and penetrated into the Buddha's body, and the light of compassion in the Buddha's pupils completely disappeared, turning into a red evil thought.

"I'm not a Buddha, I'm a demon, I want to slaughter all the Buddhas in the world!"

The pattern of the nine-layer spiritual platform began to change greatly, the lower eight layers did not change, but the upper layer was shrouded in a black dense fog, and the dense fog began to expand, expanding to infinity, and it seemed to cover the sky above the entire sect in an instant.

The Buddha has 3,000 worlds, and this is a world of its own.

…………

The monkey is on the eighth floor, he has been watching at the staircase, hoping that Zhao Zhu will do what he asked for as soon as possible, but after waiting for a long time, there is still no movement, if the monkey knows that Zhao Zhu has not done anything and kneels on the ground for more than half an hour, it is estimated that it will directly spew out a mouthful of old blood in anger.

Fortunately, the monkey did not wait too long, and soon, the Buddha's light shone brightly, warming the world, making it feel very comfortable, as if the cold and dirty blood in his body had already emerged with a warm meaning at this time.

Just when the monkey's face also showed an expression of enjoyment, suddenly, the style of painting changed rapidly, and the surging demonic energy mixed with the ghost qi roared, and the monkey himself was also taken aback, the hair on his body grew quickly, and the whole person began to bear this terrible power involuntarily, and the fierceness and violence hidden in the bones were being ignited step by step.

Moreover, the gray hair on the monkey's body was turning purple little by little, and a higher and more terrifying blood force was surging, and at the same time, his crazy eyes began to gradually become clearer and clearer, a kind of dead silence.

Under the corner of the wall behind the monkey, the corpse of the little senior sister that had been carefully placed before had been soaked in demonic energy, and at this time some changes began to appear, and the body not only had temperature, but even had ...... Heartbeat.

Then, the monkey, who should have been ecstatic to see this scene, slowly walked towards his little sister at this time, stretched out his hand, grabbed the neck of the female corpse, and lifted it up.

"I woke up...... I slept for a long time......" said the monkey.

…………

Zhao Zhu looked at the old man holding the book beside him, he didn't know who he was, but he could see from his face that he was a Westerner.

At this time, a Westerner suddenly appeared standing in front of him, ruining his good situation at once, but Zhao Zhu didn't feel angry at all in his heart, it stands to reason that he should be angry, but he just doesn't know why, he can't get angry.

This old man, as elegant as the ancient Chinese Confucian, his eyes are full of wisdom, and he seems to be able to see through far, far away time, he is more like a kind elder.

"Xi'an?" Zhao Zhu asked tentatively, because of Zhu Jianping and his previous experience of killing so many Western powerhouses, Zhao Zhu had already heard of "Shengxi'an".

The old man nodded, acknowledging his identity.

"You're trying to kill the?"

The old man shook his head, "No, I want to save you." (To be continued.) )

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