Above the sky, the ebony boat in which the three of them were riding together slowly sailed out of the void. The young man in a white shirt at the bow of the ship suddenly got up and jumped off the boat, landing steadily on the carcass of the karmic moth engulfed by the roots. Xu Anchuan, who was left behind him, was in rags, carefully supported Xu Fang, who was sitting on the wooden bench, and sat on the boat blankly looking down.

"What a beautiful blood lotus."

The young man's white hand caressed the blood lotus, completely ignoring the blood-colored roots around him that were like a worm sea riot.

"Hey, the mage is meeting again."

Like an old friend reunited, Qi Tu smiled and beckoned to the monk.

"Amitabha, don't come harmless."

The monk lowered his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, and the Buddha's light flashed between his slow steps, standing opposite Qi Tu. With the arrival of the monks, bathed in the warm light of the Buddha, the roots of the riot were instantly calmed and calm.

The monk didn't seem to care about the blood lotus with slightly trembling petals under the uninvited guest's hand. He smiled kindly, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he spoke slowly.

"A little monk Kukai in Yingguo, I don't know the name of the layman?"

"The mage is too modest."

Qi Tu's fingers lightly ran over the petals, and his bright black pupils met the monk's vicissitudes of life.

"Qi Tu is just a wandering merchant in the Chinese market, just a pawn shop."

"I shouldn't call it a monk of Kukai Mage."

After speaking, the young man dropped a blood-colored lotus flower between his fingers, sniffed and played with it at will, and then threw it into the sky.

The blood lotus howled bitterly, the flower body shrank, the petals were broken like a hole in a porcelain bowl, and the blood-colored light points were like flowing water. The bitter lotus fragrance in the air was mixed with a shallow fishy smell. The monk's breath was tight, the rosary in his hand moved a little sharply, and the candlelight of the lotus lamp he held up became brighter and brighter.

"The Buddha said that every grass and tree has a spirit, praises life, loves flowers and does not fold flowers."

"Since the layman loves the lotus, why should he use that gentle hand to drive the loneliness of the lone petal away from the flower."

"Oh, mage."

The boy shook his head slightly, with no smile on his face, and put away his cynical prodigal appearance.

"Although I am a lover of flowers, I will not give up a beating soul for a lotus flower. I folded a lotus petal, looked up and sniffed the aftertaste of my fingertips, my heart was like a lonely moth imprisoned in the dark, smelling and feeling not the lotus fragrance but the bitterness. ”

"Yes or no, mage."

The young man's eyes were on the galaxy, his hand was caressing the lotus, and he inadvertently raised his eyes into the distance, the wooden boat above the sky slowly fell, and Xu Anchuan, who had a dignified face, was "invited" from the boat by an invisible hand, and stood quietly next to the blood lotus.

Stepping on the blood-colored lotus root that is like a creature's breathing undulating, Xu Anchuan's breathing is gradually short, his right eye is hot, a little silver white in the depths of his black eyes slowly spreads and ripples, and the butterfly tattoo on his heart looms.

The lotus lantern quietly left his hand, like a new sun floating on the corpse of the karma moth in the dark night, and the Buddha's light shone. Putting away the Bodhi prayer beads, the monk folded his hands, bowed his head slightly, and stared at the blood lotus reverently, and the lotus law seal on his forehead changed with the trembling of the blood lotus.

"Amitabha."

"Whether it's a Buddha lotus or a demon moth."

"Bad karma is deep, the sea of evil rises and falls, the mud is deep, and the confusion is muddy. The sinful soul feeds the holy rebirth, and the Sanskrit sound of salvation washes away the dark sea of sin. Dead wood blesses all living beings in spring, and the red sun returns to heaven and earth from the dark night, shining all beings. Death is not the only destination, and self-reluctance to fall is the most helpless end. ”

"Layman, right?"

The monk's eyes were as deep as the sea, and his eyes were burning as he stared at the mysterious and strange young man who caressed the blood lotus in his hand. The swastika in his dark eyes turned like a burning golden flame.

"Huh."

Qi Tu finally let go of the flower, smiled lightly, took out a piece of white silk and gently wiped the hand that touched the flower.

"Under faith, desire is heavy."

The white silk gently floated down the blood lotus, and the pure plain white covered the bloody beauty.

The monk sighed lightly, the lotus flower seal on his forehead lit up with golden rays, the invisible waves rippled in the sky, the blood-colored Buddha lotus that received the signal slowly rotated, and the blood-colored roots rooted in the moth corpse were like poplars encountering a strong wind, and quickly contracted and retreated into the blood lotus.

The "Blood Lotus Buddha Country" quietly collapsed, and the desperate lonely soul was finally shattered.

"I can't be free, this world doesn't belong to me after all."

"If there is an afterlife, may it be a wisp of wind that flows freely."

"Hee-hee~"

"The wind of freedom."

The roots faded, leaving a moth corpse in vain, and the blood lotus swirled and floated up close to the lotus seal on the monk's forehead.

The light is intertwined with blood, and the two slowly merge into one, and the demonic Buddha lotus with gold lines and red background on the monk's forehead is lifelike, and it is natural!

The monk stepped out and chanted the Buddha's name, and the lotus lamp and candlelight burst on!

"Amitabha."

"Layman, be careful."

Six doppelgangers with different expressions emanated from the monk's body, and the monk surrounded Qi Tu in seven directions.

Each of the six Buddhas holds a sutra in their left hand, except for one person who holds a lamp with his right hand, and the other five people cover their ears, eyes, mouth, nose and heart with their right hands.

Sanskrit sound shook the sky, seven glass Buddha shadows appeared on the seven people, surrounded by Buddha shadows, an illusory golden mountain slowly formed, with the "potential" of suppression, slowly pressed towards Qitu Xu Anchuan!

"Six desires are separated, and seven people are in line with the trend of seven feelings."

"Interesting."

The corners of his mouth on his handsome face rose, and Qi Tu watched with interest the killing array laid by the monk.

The blood-colored roots receded like a tide, the evening breeze blew lightly, and the dry and huge karma moth corpse no longer had a little vitality and luster, and the wind blew away like smoke and dust, leaving only a little flickering silver-white light hanging in the sky and shining.

The red moon is about to set, the ebony boat hovers in the night sky, Xu Fang, who does not know life and death, sits quietly in the boat, under the sky dome, the sky is pouring and the ocean is raging in the mountains and forests!

Holding Xu Anchuan, who was silent and distracted beside him, and shaking a fan in the other, Qi Tu looked up with a smile as the illusory gold mountain that tightly locked him gradually condensed, allowing the pressure of the power to become tighter.

The silver-white point of light left by the corpse of the karma moth exuded a breathtaking temptation, Xu Anchuan unconsciously licked his lips, staring at the glittering point of light. Those points of light seemed to feel a mysterious call, and suddenly flew towards Xu Anchuan, injecting it into his right eye like flowing water!

The biting chill came from his right eye to his heart, Xu Anchuan covered his right eye tightly, his teeth clenched, and the green tendons on his neck erupted. The butterfly tattoo on the heart appeared completely, and the closed eye hidden in the fog quietly opened a gap.

Putting down his palm, Xu Anchuan opened his closed right eye, revealing a silver-white pupil!

All kinds of silk threads connect everything in the world, and the world in his eyes is shrouded in a thick gray mist, and the vision of Xu Anchuan's right eye is very different from before at this moment! The left eye sees everything, and the right eye sees the mist of threads.

A line of blood and tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes, and Xu Anchuan's eyes suddenly turned black and fell softly in Qi Tu's hands.

"Oh, do you see through the eyes of the mist? So it seems that it is just so, it is worth the layout for a hundred years? Qi Tu glanced at Xu Anchuan, who was holding his hand up, and muttered.

"Behind every eye is a mountain and sea moth with no soul and flesh left."

"There is no ambition and no killing, hehe."

Qi Tu chuckled coldly, as if he was disdainful and emotional.

"Town!"

The distant and ruthless voice sounded, and the lotus seal on the monk's forehead was slightly dim. The six doppelgangers threw up the Buddhist scriptures in their hands at the same time and slapped them towards the golden mountains. Above the mountains, the golden light shimmers, and countless scriptures are carved with it.

In the light of the Buddha, Jinshan fell with the "momentum" of suppressing all things!

Qi Tu's face did not change, but he just threw Xu Anchuan, who was carrying it in his hand, into the wooden boat. With a "snap", he closed the paper fan and threw it with his hand.

Under Jinshan Town, the paper fan was thrown.

The two touched, like an egg touching a stone, the gold mountain hovered silently, and the paper fan fell slowly.

Qi Tu took the paper fan, not paying any attention to the seven monks around him who were like Buddhas in the world and radiant. He put away the wooden boat and disappeared into the sky with one person in his hand.

"Poof~"

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, without saying a word, he watched the young man who was far away, and the monk left in embarrassment, and behind him was a golden mountain that soared into the sky like fireworks and turned into a sky full of light.

"Shouldn't such an existence have died a long time ago?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

"Fortunately, the lotus seal has been completed, and there is still some strength left in the red scales, so it's time to retreat and break through."

The evening breeze blew, blowing away the battle intent that stirred the sky, and blowing down the stars like rain......

The ocean attracted by the karma moth with the power of each other finally fell into the sky and fell into the ancient forest of the valley. A raging torrent breaks through the valley and sweeps across the land!

The ancient trees were uprooted and carried by the torrent all the way across the border, the wind added fuel to the waves, and the ocean rushed and roared!

More than a dozen figures stood quietly on the high mountain, their black trench coats swaying with the night wind, and the monstrous turbid waves below them were surging and agitating.

"Anxia, how's the situation?"

An Weidong struggled to stand up and lift his seriously injured body, suppressing the rusty smell in his throat.

"Report sir! The night watchman mission of the night patrol division group failed, and there were still three people in the group of ten people. ”

"Harm."

With a long sigh, looking at the glimmer of gold gradually rising in the east, An Weidong's expression was inexplicable.

"Are they here again?"

"Report sir! The third document of the glorious Holy See ordering a time-limited exit has been served! The current Bishop of Turington, Leonard Mores, and his successor, the Assistant Bishop Youssef Lunesia, invited the prefect to the church to speak in the temple. ”

"Assistant Bishop Yusef? It seems that my old friend will not only have to endure the pain of losing his grandchildren, but also the Turington of the Mores family will not be able to hold on. ”

It was already dawn, and the long dark moon night would finally end, looking at the approaching sunrise, An Weidong sighed with emotion.

"Start from scratch and clean up the old mountains and rivers."

"It seems that their Pope is going to reorganize the Holy See after all."

A ray of golden light jumped out of the darkness, the red moon quietly ended, the gray world gradually glowed red, and the raging torrent on the ground stained a trace of gold.

"Hum~"

The sound of the trumpet echoed for a long time, and the trumpet of the church was already sounding. Countless figures gathered in the mountains and forests, carrying crosses and arranging in silence and order. The morning breeze blows, and the robes flutter.

"The sun has risen, the trumpet of dawn has sounded, it's time for us to go."

The sun poured down on the shoulders of An Weidong, who was moist and gray-haired in the corners of his eyes, and the bubbling blood pumped out by the beating heart in the warm body was inexplicably bitter and cold.

"Go home, boys."

"We're home."

An unconcealable heavy atmosphere envelops them on the top of the mountain, and the parting of life is often here.

"Hi, guys."

"Did you leave them behind?"

Under the sun, the pure white t-shirt sparkled.