September 30.

Autumn ends, southern wilderness, and cool nights.

On the wasteland thirty miles away from the Sword Tomb, a crowd of people who were black and pressed like a tide stood quietly. Their bodies were as motionless as sculptures, and their eyes looked coldly ahead, like evil ghosts, like fierce wolves.

They don't know how long they have been standing here, as if they were only for a moment, and as if they had been standing for 10,000 years.

In the center of this group of black-pressed armor soldiers, there was a tent three feet away, and there were two figures standing outside the tent, one was nine feet tall, and his muscles were like bronze pouring, and the other was weak and dry as firewood, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

In the white tent, a monk is cross-legged. He was wrapped in a black robe, and around his neck hung a white rosary, which was made of the third phalanx of the ring finger of the right hand of the living, and the number of the rosary was exactly one hundred and eight.

His appearance is handsome, like a Buddha coming out of a painting, but there is a strong evil aura between his eyebrows, and the two are blended together, making his appearance look a little grotesque and eccentric. At this moment, his forehead was covered with sweat, and there were words in his mouth, and the whole person was like falling into the demon realm.

Suddenly, a cloudy wind blew.

The tent was strong and thin, and the two figures seemed to be aware of it, and their eyebrows were cold, but the yin wind suddenly stopped in front of them, and then condensed into a petite figure. But it seems that the figure has no substance, just a phantom condensed by some secret method, although the face cannot be seen clearly, but the purple eyes are burning dazzling in the dark night.

When they saw the figure of the purple-pupiled girl, the chill between the eyebrows of the two figures, one strong and one thin, suddenly dissipated, turning into a look of panic and respect, and they hurriedly knelt down towards the purple-pupiled girl, and said in their mouths: "I have seen Your Majesty." ”

"The two Yamas have worked hard, what about the King of Jizo?" the girl asked, her tone cold and unspeakable.

Hearing this, the two stood up, and then looked at each other, looking sick.

The purple-eyed girl saw the thoughts of the two at a glance, she bowed her head slightly, and said, "I know, I'll go in and see him." ”

The two of them did not dare to stop them, and hurriedly opened the curtain of the tent for the girl, and let her step in.

The man in the tent was still trapped by the dream, his brow furrowed, and his face was pale. The purple-eyed girl walked slowly to him, she looked at the man, and the purple pupils were complex.

After a moment of thought, she reached out and gently placed it on the man's sleeve.

......

The world is gray.

Dull and dull ash, dead ash.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this gray that the roar that resounded in the ears seemed so harsh at this moment.

"You die! We can only live if you die!"

"Your life alone is worth exchanging for the lives of one hundred and eight of us!"

On the barren mountain, a group of ragged armor soldiers looked at the beautiful but embarrassed woman at the top of the mountain with a crazy expression.

The woman had obviously never experienced anything like this, and she looked at them incredulously, her brow full of fear.

"Princess, we can't help it, we also have wives and children, we..." ”

As he spoke, the warriors walked slowly up the hill where the woman was, perhaps they were really tired, and it did not seem to be a rough mountain road, but they had to climb up with both hands and feet, like hungry jackals, desperate.

The woman on the hill turned pale, of course she feared the impending death, but she was even more puzzled by the fierce appearance of these armor soldiers.

It is clear that after the fall of the capital, she sheltered these defeated generals all the way and took them all the way to Tibet, but why did they kill her at this time?

It's not that she hasn't cultivated, it's just that she has fought many fierce battles along the way to protect these remnants of the defeated generals, and she is exhausted at the moment.

She was somewhat unwilling, especially when the armorers came up to her and tried to remove her head, which became even more unwilling, and she struggled to escape, but she was too weak to be pulled to the ground, and her clothes were torn, revealing her snow-white body.

The gaze of the armorers changed at that moment, becoming a little crazy, becoming a little greedy.

"The princess has taken us a lot, since the princess is going to die today, we should also let the princess die happily, what do you say?"

So the crowd rushed up and drowned the woman, like a wolf eating a fat sheep.

The men's hideous roars, and the women's painful wails resounded through the valley for a long time...

......

The handsome monk and the purple-eyed girl woke up from the dream at the same time.

The monk opened his eyes and looked at the girl, as if there were stars annihilating in his calm gaze.

"He's about to wake up. After a few breaths of silence, the monk suddenly spoke.

"And what will happen to you?" the purple-eyed girl asked rhetorically.

The monk was silent again for a long time before he said, "Maybe he will die, or maybe he won't." ”

This answer didn't seem to really answer the girl's question, but the purple-eyed girl frowned slightly as if she understood the meaning of the words.

She asked, "Is that dream the reason you did this?"

The monk stood up and looked at the girl as if he were the girl, but without answering the question again, he was about to walk towards the outside of the tent.

"Time is running out, I need to get this done for you before then, so you don't have to worry about it here, just do what you have to do. ”

Hearing this, the purple-eyed girl flickered between her eyebrows, and she looked sideways at the curtain that was lifted by the night wind, and along the gap, through the rich night, she could vaguely see the sword tomb in the distance. She said with some sorrow: "I promised him not to do anything to the Sword Tomb. ”

"People have to make choices. The monk whispered.

"But is that the right choice?" asked the girl again.

"At least it won't be worse. The monk responded.

The purple-eyed girl seemed to feel the monk's determination at that time, she knew how useless it was, so she could only nod again, and then the body slowly dispersed at that time, disappearing in place.

Seeing this, the monk's face softened slightly, and he was about to take another step out of the tent.

But at this moment, a golden light flashed in front of his eyes, and a monk who was exactly the same as him, but wearing a golden robe, suddenly appeared in front of him.

The monk made a Buddhist salute to him with a calm expression, and his tone was as clear as the spring water of a mountain stream.

"Amitabha. ”

When the black-clothed monk saw the gold-clothed monk appear, he was slightly stunned, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "I really mean that Cao Cao Cao has arrived." ”

But in the blink of an eye, the tone of the black-clothed monk changed, and his eyebrows suddenly surged: "I thought you were already weak, how could you still have the strength to come out?"

"You and I are already one, how can I stop you?" the golden-clothed monk responded calmly in the face of his provocation, but he seemed to feel nothing.

The black-clothed monk raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"

"This step is taken, the donor will not be able to turn back, God has the virtue of a good life, I want to ask the donor to think twice. The golden-clothed monk said.

The black-clothed monk sneered: "Don't you think it's ridiculous? It was you who gave birth to me, and your evil forged my evil, and you can't suppress this evil thought yourself, but you want to make me turn back?"

The gold-clothed monk was still not annoyed, and said in a deep voice: "I'm saving you." ”

"Save me?" The black-clothed monk seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, he looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, he reached out and lifted the Buddha bead made of the finger bones of a living person at his neck, and said with a smile: "Okay, then you come to save me!"

At that moment, a series of hideous demons suddenly emerged behind the black-clothed monk, they bit each other, roared at each other, scuffled with each other, and a terrible roar filled the entire tent!

"Come, come and save us!" said tens of thousands of demons at the monk, their voices converging together, indistinguishable from male and female, but grotesque.

The Buddha light around the golden-clothed monk gradually dimmed under the ghostly aura that filled the entire tent, and even his body became flickering and dimming, as if it would dissipate in the next moment.

The black-clothed monk looked at his body and mocked: "Li Dongjun, how can you survive if you can't even survive your own?"

The golden-clothed monk seemed to be unable to refute the black-clothed monk's words at that time, and there was silence for a while.

After a long time, he said, "This is not what she wants. ”

As soon as these words came out, the black-clothed monk's eyes suddenly surged with a rich evil aura, and the thousands of powerful ghosts behind him also roared at this time, and they said together: "Then what is the result she wants, she is already dead! Died because of you, you are not qualified to mention her!"

The golden-clothed monk looked as usual under his rage, and he just sighed and said, "You are the cause of my sowing and the fruit of me." ”

"Your sins are also my sins, and when the day comes, I will take them on my shoulders. ”

After the golden-clothed monk said this, it seemed that he could no longer bear the majestic ghost aura in the tent, and his body gradually turned into nothingness and dispersed.

Seeing this, the black-clothed monk also restrained the ghost aura around him, but the nameless anger between his eyebrows became more and more intense.

He walked out of the tent, and outside the tent, a strong and thin two, hurriedly knelt down, and the tens of thousands of armor soldiers who had been standing like sculptures for a long time also knelt down at that time, and they shouted, "Meet the hall master." ”

The black-clothed monk's gaze swept through this black tide one by one, and finally looked at the sword tomb in the distance, his eyebrows sank, and he said loudly.

"At the end of September, at the end of autumn. ”

"The sword tomb should be destroyed, and the lotus flower should be withered!"