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Han Qi didn't know when he fell into the darkness.

Maybe it's when you recruit the Bronze Body Protector?

That's right.

I'm still in the arena.

It's a midterm exam for martial arts, and I'm fighting Benedict.

Odd.

Why did you think of any of this?

Isn't this what you're experiencing? Why bother thinking about it?

Because, it seems to be getting farther and farther away from yourself?

There was no sound, no light.

Han Qi felt that maybe his consciousness was also detached from him.

Inexplicably, he remembered that the night he traveled from his previous life, he was also sitting on a stone.

"Abandon ......"

"Abandon ......"

Who is it called?

It's like, call me......

Right.

My name is Han Qi, but once, my Dharma name was taken by Uncle Dekong.

The generation is constant, and he is an outcast who was thrown to the mountain gate by his parents.

My name is Heng Qi, and I am also Han Qi.

I am an outcast and an outcast.

Parents were thrown to the mountain gate and took refuge in Buddhism.

Even the original world kicked me into another world.

I don't belong to me in my previous life at all.

Parents don't want it, Buddha doesn't want it...... The whole past life, not at all.

Outcasts, monks, and people.

Abandon people, abandon monks...... Castaway.

Don't I'm right.

That's right......

Although I don't know why my parents who gave birth to me and raised me just threw me away.

But I obviously don't have a hidden disease, and I don't look particularly strange, they don't want me, there must be a reason for them.

Perhaps, or where I don't satisfy them.

Buddhism doesn't want me, I have nothing to do with Buddha.

The monks are merciful, save people's lives and build a seventh-level floating slaughter, cut meat and feed the eagle......

But what have I done?

I've killed people.

I've even killed unarmed people who don't know martial arts.

I have killed old men, weak women......

Even children of several years old drowned in the water with their own hands.

If you can enter the Buddha without being abandoned......

What is a Buddha?

What am I?

Why did the Buddha want to kill even women, the elderly, and children, outcasts, and people......

Abandoning monks is also monks......

Abandoned monks...... Are you still a monk?

Contemplation of the Bodhisattva......

Everyone, who can read and write, can recite the Heart Sutra.

Be as pious as you are.

Can a person who recites sutras enter the Buddha's door?

I seem to have forgotten that I was once an outcast.

I seem to have gradually forgotten that I was once born and raised in a temple, that I used to take refuge in Buddhism, study Zen teachings, and never leave.

Because I've come here.

Coming to a world that is completely different from the previous life.

Am I getting farther and farther away from the Buddha?

Still, the Buddha has left and banished me in a strange world.

I...... Are you still a monk?

How many precepts have I transgressed?

Am I under a spell?

Buddhism, will there be demons?

Will it be......

Farther and farther away......

Will you......

Leave me......

The Heart Sutra I am most familiar with......

It seems to be getting more and more blurry......

I want to read it again......

I still...... How much do you remember......

――

"Ahh

The little short body finally came closer, came to the little dirt bag, and screamed.

Immediately, under the gaze of everyone, he suddenly stepped forward and dug a few times with his hands.

However, this is not the soil that man dug up and buried in it.

This is a direct gravity trap in the field.

How can the hardness and construction be so soft?

"Uh-huh......!!!"

The little short body's face was flushed and forced, and he sat directly on the ground without dragging.

After a moment of gasping, Flat Mouth suddenly burst into tears.

"Nibble~"

"Wow!!Wow, ah!!!hh

While crying, she kicked her legs, stepped forward and smashed the dirt bag hard, the dirt bag did not move, and she cried louder.

"Ahhhh!!h

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"Little short!!"

The Fulin Sword Saints, who were stunned, finally came back to their senses at this time. Maybe he paid too much attention to the master's condition that the little short body struggled to run down, and no one noticed it at the first time.

At this time, Simin came back to his senses and wanted to rush out to carry her back, but Antonio and the other referee had already frowned and blocked it.

The arena is, of course, closed.

Being able to let them stand here and watch is also due to the inconvenience of ordinary audience seats, there is a pope on the viewing platform, and it is difficult for the Fulin Sword Saint to come forward.

It is arranged in the corridor of this access passage.

It stands to reason that there are guardrails closed.

However, the small short body and small body drilled through the gap.

There had already been an accident and caused a commotion.

It would be a dereliction of duty to let out one or two more idlers and wait.

Moreover......

"I guess it won't be long. I'm going to bring her back. ”

Antonio stopped the people who were about to rush into the arena, motioned to the Falint Swordmaster, and turned around and walked towards the arena.

Through the guardrail, and Antonio said so.

Even though Xiao Short was crying so uncomfortably guarding the small dirt bag, several apprentices had red circles in their eyes, but they didn't move again.

It's just that Simin was already sobbing, and Yuri and Tiffany looked at each other with complicated expressions.

The cry of the little short body became more and more harsh.

――

"Benny...... The field is closed. ”

Antonio's expression was serious, he looked at the dirt bag intently, and what he said was to Benedict.

Complaining that he deserved it and seeing him fall are two different things.

He, at least he didn't understand what Han Qiming knew that the other party had broken through the Sword Saint and even decided to take the opportunity to kill him, so he still didn't hesitate to send it forward to kill him.

But for whatever reason.

At this point, it seems to be over.

Quiet viewing platform, quiet 10,000 spectators.

didn't happen, it seemed that Han Qi was stunned that he really died like this.

Buried alive or not?

Or is it buried alive under increased gravity in a Juggernaut realm, not dead?

However, perhaps Antonio alone was not surprised.

Magic can always create miracles, avoiding one dangerous obstacle after another, Han Qi, this time he was so inexplicable that he was really dead.

Not surprised, I didn't find it difficult to accept......

Because Antonio's cognition is that he is looking for his own death.

If...... If no miracles happen.

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“......”

Flying String Sugree pursed the corners of her mouth, it seemed that her emotions did not fluctuate much, but the palm she was clenching tightly, and the broken nails had pierced the palm and bled out.

Evegena glanced at her, her brow furrowed slightly, and gently took her hand to try to stretch her, but it didn't resist her strength.

"Flying strings!"

Eve Jelina scolded softly, causing Sugree to tremble.

Slowly coming back to his senses, his bright eyes seemed to have lost their previous brilliance and brightness.

Some are just at a loss.

Looking at the surroundings and looking at the audience calmly, Evegena pursed the corners of her mouth, leaned over and said, "Your relationship with him, and your understanding of that outcast, should be more hopeful than anyone else...... Now it's you who is the first to hesitate?"

Sugree looked at Eve Jelina in a daze, and after a long time, she seemed to slowly regain some of her strength. He exhaled a long breath, and his frowning brow did not stretch, but his palm had been released, and he felt some pain.

Behind her, Liana silently stepped forward to wipe and bandage her with a handkerchief.

She looked at the dirt bag below.

Listen to the crying of the little short body, and the wind sweeping the ground and raising a blur of smoke and dust.

――

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!h

Suddenly, all the people present, including the 10,000-person audience, including the pope on the viewing platform, subconsciously covered their ears.

An extremely piercing scream came from the field.

How harsh and sharp is this voice?

It hurts to look at the direction of the sound with your eyes.

The Pope, the Pope of the Holy Tribunal.

God bestows the continent supreme.

All made the action of covering their ears, which can be imagined, the nature of this sound.

――

"Buzz~Buzz~"

Antonio asked Benedict to put away the field, but he watched the little short body go to the dirt bag. In a trance, I remembered that I had once carried my back in the cave on the border of the Warcraft Mountain Range.

However, before he could put away the field, the screams had already woken him up.

He was shocked to find that the sound seemed to shake the field and seemed to be unstable.

Of course, Antonio covered his ears, but it didn't seem to work.

The head shook and roared.

Looking at the little short body sitting on the ground with his fists clenched and screaming, he subconsciously wanted to go over to stop it.

But it seems, no more......

――

"That's what I smelled. ”

"Thou shalt listen. ”

Suddenly there was a voice from all over the arena, an ethereal sound like a spell that I couldn't understand.

But with the sudden shaking of the ground.

Thundered.

The little short body subconsciously looked at the loose marks on the dirt bag, and put away the cry and sobbed.

"If it's colored. If colorless. If you want to. If you don't want to. ”

Two hands suddenly stretched out from the dirt bag, but they were not Han Qi's.

Because the hand is pure black, large, and seems illusory.

However, the two hands suddenly broke through the earth and broke it in half.

"North-south, north-west. Up and down in four dimensions. ”

"All phases. It's all vain. ”

Three heads emerge from the ground.

"The appearance of all beings. The longevity of the face. Unable to phase. ”

"There is no law. All sages. ”

Boom!!boom!!

Following the cracks of the dirt bag, the ground suddenly extended the entire arena. Across a crack

The little short body actually fell directly into the crack.

"Like a man with a vision. The sun is shining. ”

"Three Thousand Worlds ......"

The whole body is presented.

Five meters tall, three heads, six arms.

Each hand holds a different object.

Knives, swords, joy, forks, sticks, halberds.

Three heads, one hideous, one smiling, one with closed eyes.

"Everything has a way to go. Like a dream bubble. Like dew, it is like electricity. It should be viewed as such. ”

As the last sentence was finished, Han Qi's smiling figure slowly rose from the crack, holding a small short body with a bit of a fist in his arms.

The ground that shook continuously slowly closed the cracks.

The tall figure behind Han Qi is tall, but it seems illusory.

The three heads and six arms are completely presented in front of everyone.

It seems to have a strange headdress on top of his head.

Symmetrical streamers swing on the chest.

Han Qi saluted with one hand, although the wound was still the same, and the robe was tattered.

But at this time, it seems to be shining with a gentle light.

Instantly dilute the fighting spirit of the field around him.

It seems to be absorbing something, making the originally illusory figure of three heads and six arms slowly become more and more real.

The audience was silent.

Eyes wide open to watch this scene.

I couldn't speak for a long time......

Everyone, included.