Empathy?

Where does this sense of resonance come from?

It was Huo Quai's eighteen-year-old champion Hou, who was twenty-four years old and died with regret.

A generation of heroes, but because of jealousy of talents, they could only die with hatred in the end.

Isn't this fate?

However, when manpower is poor, even if the power of force in the mortal world reaches its limit, it cannot escape the arrangement of fate.

But doesn't he want to get rid of his fate?

No!

He thought!

He longs to seal the wolf Juxu, longs to drink the horse Hanhai, longs to ride a horse again, goes to the desert to see, and sees if the sunset is as round as it was back then; He longed to march again, to look at the foot of Qilian Mountain, to see if the snow on the top of the mountain was as white as it was back then.

At this moment, Song Lanyi and Huo Quai's will sublimated.

Huo Quai's illness is Song Lanyi, Song Lanyi's illness is Huo Quyi's illness, the two of them, at this moment, the tip of the sword is sharp - pointing directly at fate.

Rumble!

The waves rolled, and the thunder roared.

Song Lanyi's green sleeves flew in the air, and a delicate and transparent blood jade mask covered her face, revealing only a pair of dark and deep eyes and a white and smooth chin.

On the Yellow Spring, the thread of fate is everywhere, but when Song Lanyi pointed out, that bright divine light almost took everyone's attention.

The moment the divine light appeared, the thread of fate was pierced again.

At this critical moment, a huge gap was revealed.

Song Lanyi's eyes were firm, he jumped into the gap, and fought with the thread of fate all the way, and even the placket of his clothes was covered with blood, and the blood stains of different shades were like a blooming flower.

On top of Huangquan, she can only use her body and big books to exert her body fists and feet to the extreme.

In just a moment, the flesh and blood on her body had withered in large areas, and even after only the white bones remained, she still had to show deep marks on the white bones.

The people on the shore were silent at this point.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

I could only hold my breath and watch Song Lanyi's movements.

I saw that the distance between her and the shore went from a hundred feet, to ten feet, and then to a foot...... Up to an inch!

Song Lanyi laboriously toeed a little.

Stop!

Stand firm like that!

Throughout the ages, the first person to break his fate and climb to the other side of the Yellow Spring - appeared!

Maybe before today, the Yin Spirit of Tianmen City may not know what the last hurdle on the Huangquan Road is?

But today, they get it.

This hurdle is fate.

Fate is like a big net in the mortal world.

As long as you are in the big dye vat of red dust, few people can be completely unaffected by fate.

But Song Lanyi ...... Although she is still in the cage of red dust, she has created her own way.

- Cultivation!

The body is like duckweed, and his life is out of his own hands.

That's fate.

But the more fate is like this, the more Song Lanyi doesn't believe in fate!

The snow-clothed monk standing in the middle of the Yellow Spring was completely stunned.

He looked at Song Lanyi, and a dazed heart suddenly rose.

Buddhism stresses the fate of the law, stresses the peace of encounter, and believes that the suffering and fate suffered in this life will be turned into good fortune in the next life.

Even in the Buddhist scriptures, there are a few verses:

A monk asked the ancient Buddha: How is the ancient Buddha's heart?

The ancient Buddha replied: The weighing hammer fell into the well, and the East China Sea floated.

At that time, he didn't understand it, so when he asked the master, the gist was also related to fate.

When the fate comes, it gathers, and when it ends, it disperses.

All along, the monks believed in this.

But today, he was completely stunned.

Is fate right?

Or is it right to cultivate your life?

He didn't dare to think deeply.

Because he had a hunch that this question might shake the persistence of his heart.

The other side.

When Song Lanyi stepped on the other side of Huangquan.

She turned her head and looked at the shore where Master Su was, only to find that they had all disappeared, leaving only a fog.

On the other hand, there are no flowers on the other side as Song Lanyi thought, nor are there the imaginary Nai He Bridge and Meng Po Soup.

Instead, it is a desolate and lonely place.

She tried to take a step forward, but felt something hit her toes.

Song Lanyi lowered his head and dug this thing out of the ground.

When I looked closely, I realized that it was nothing else, but a mirror.

It's just that the mirror is dim, and only a vague outline can barely be seen, and it is not even as clear as the stagnant water beach under the moonlight.

When he saw Song Lanyi, there seemed to be a flash of light on the mirror, and a metallic inorganic voice gradually sounded:

"Welcome back...... Captain ...... Peaceful...... Ning ......"

In the end, the voice seemed to be stuck.

But I don't know why, Song Lanyi heard a strong sense of sadness.

It is a kind of longing and pain that has gone through the vicissitudes of time, time flies, and it is difficult to heal.

She caressed the mirror with her bare hands, as if at this moment, she empathized with this bronze mirror that came from nowhere and went nowhere.

Bronze Mirror ...... Will there be feelings too?

Song Lanyi couldn't help but think about this question.

But at this moment, she suddenly found that the rust on the bronze mirror was slowly peeling off, blooming with amazing brilliance.

Song Lanyi just glanced at it casually at first, but when she saw the picture on the bronze mirror, she was stunned, and then subconsciously stared at it.

I saw a figure appear on the bronze mirror.

The background of this figure is a field of yellow sand and dust.

On the sand dunes, apart from the dead grass and trees, there is only the Buddha who stands in the middle of heaven and earth.

This Buddha seems to be incarnated in Optimus Prime, self-incarnating into a Buddha country and world, in the desert, proclaiming the Buddha's will and ideas.

In the Buddha's lowered compassionate eyebrows, Song Hanhai walked alone in a piece of yellow sand.

It's like an ant crawling in the middle of the earth.

Song Lanyi was stunned.

Her dry, flaky lips squirmed slightly, and finally only one word came out - "Daddy".

Song Hanhai seemed to feel something, turned around, as if he was about to hear this sound, and turned his head in disbelief.

He was still a little suspicious, but he still shouted hoarsely, "Good girl? ”

Song Lanyi was furious.

No matter what the origin of this bronze mirror is, or what kind of story it has, I will say everything in my heart at the moment.

"Dad, why don't you stay in Shuobei and go to the Buddha country? Your daughter hasn't been to that place before, what if it's dangerous? Daddy, your daughter is promising, isn't it good for you to enjoy life honestly......"

Before Song Lanyi finished speaking, Song Hanhai smiled.

He only whispered, "Daddy knows." Daddy just doesn't want to be too far away from you. ”

The daughter is becoming more and more radiant, so that he, as a father, seems to be able to only stand still and look at his daughter's brilliance from afar.

But Song Hanhai didn't want that.

Song Lanyi was speechless in an instant.

Come to an end~

(End of chapter)