Qu Lang knelt on the ground with a puff, and swore that he would definitely find out the rats in the shadows in the shortest possible time, and would definitely not let the old man take any more effort.

Rong Xian let him go, looked down at the corpse on the ground, and said, "Deal with it." ”

With that, the mist dissipated in place.

Qu Lang didn't dare to delay at all, and hurriedly eliminated all the aura clues after Rong Xian appeared, and then wiped his cold sweat and summoned his subordinates to do things.

Although he was threatened by the Lord, Qu Lang's mood was still very excited, this was a trick with people outside the Xiaoqian Realm, different from beating the famous and decent people in the Xiaoqian Realm, if he could really uproot those people this time, wouldn't it mean that he had won the people from the outside world?

Excited.

Not to mention Qu Lang's hot-blooded appearance, after Rong Xian left here, she quickly came to a hidden place.

The mist cleared, and it was still a white dress with a little dust on it, and there was a little blood on it.

But her complexion was much better, no matter how strong the injury was, the vitality in the wood spirit bead swam by, and it was half better.

Although her clothes are stained, her posture is still graceful and her steps are still calm.

Then, she turned a corner, and her eyes fell on the person who was waiting quietly in green clothes.

The man turned his head, and it was the left protector.

He looked at Rong Xian carefully, and the corners of his mouth leaked a faint banter: "You don't look like an ordinary embarrassment." ”

Rong Xian squinted, the harmless aura around her body changed instantly, her bearing was as deep as the sea, and her phoenix eyes were clean and could not leave any shadow.

Her tone is slightly raised, no longer the soft and tactful of the past, but gives people a sense of superiority.

She said: "It seems that the condensation moon is also coming. ”

The left protector was ordered by her to protect Rong Yu at the Wuxin Cliff, and after Rong Yu left, he stayed at the Wuxin Cliff to monitor the condensation moon, and at this time he appeared in the stone bridge stream, proving that the condensation moon must have come, after all, the left protector did not have the guts to disobey her orders.

A streamer flashed in Zuo Protector's eyes, and he said in awe: "You are still as powerful as ever, you can see through everything easily." ”

Rong Xian smiled slightly, gentle and kind.

The left protector shuddered uncontrollably, rubbed the goosebumps on his body, and was silent.

Rong Xian said in a calm tone: "Don't be afraid, I just want to catch up with you." ”

Zuo Protector: "...... don't scare me!"

"Selfless. Rong Xian opened her mouth to call, her tone was light and unrealistic, ethereal and unpredictable.

The look on Zuo Protector's face disappeared in an instant, and the demonic energy around him dispersed, becoming pure and clear, clean and holy.

At this moment, the aura around him and Rong Xian coincided for another moment.

"Everything is impermanent, and everything is suffering. There is no self in all laws, and silence is joy. Amitabha. "The Buddha beads on my wrist fall into the palm of my hand.

He stood there with the Buddha beads in his hand, his eyes calmly looked at Rong Xian, and he only heard him say lightly: "Master Rong, the poor monk is polite without me." ”

Rong Xianfeng's eyes were as clear as the sky, she looked at the selfless, and sighed faintly: "Hanxi Temple is still there, if you want to go back, go back." ”

The man in Tsing Yi stood in place, his long hair was restrained by a wooden hairpin at will, his eyebrows were slightly constricted, and he was handsome.

He looked at Rong Xian quietly, and there was a trace of sadness in his calm eyes, "The poor monk can't go back." ”

He paused for a moment, his voice was still faint, and there seemed to be no joy or sorrow: "Hanxi Temple is still there, the old people are no more, the poor monk has fallen into the devil, and he can't get out." ”

Rong Xian smiled softly, her breath warmed up, like a spring breeze blowing the earth, she smiled with crooked eyebrows, holy and compassionate: "Buddhism has a saying: the sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back is the shore, as long as you kill the demons, you can come out." ”

Looking at her without self, there was an unshakable calm in his dark ink-like eyes, and he spoke softly, every word was like a Buddha's words: "All living beings have their own reasons for existence, and so is the devil." Although the Buddha has angry eyes, the poor monk is willing to use his own body to overcome the demons. ”

"Really?" Rong Xian stepped forward, completely different from the slightly curved arc of the corners of her mouth was the pair of eyes like the deep sea, and a soft and weightless tone, "Selfless, you just don't want to come out, did your Buddha tell you how a soul who doesn't want to be saved can get out of hell?"

The selfless looked up at the sky, as if he saw the Buddha who had a solemn appearance on the main hall.

Immediately, he looked at Rong Xian calmly, and said in a calm tone: "The poor monk has long since deviated from the high Buddha and fallen into the boundless abyss. ”

Because the poor monk has a person who thinks deeply about him, and that person is more important than the Buddha.

Eventually, she died.

The Buddha didn't save her, and he couldn't save her.

Rong Xian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice seemed to be remembrance, as if sad: "My cousin won't come back." Without self, obsession should be broken, and you should not fall into it. ”

Although she is not a good person, she is not willing to watch the last old person sink into darkness, and she can no longer find her former face, and she does not want the clean memory of her past to be unrecognizable.

Selfless looked at her clear phoenix eyes, rare gaze, and the Buddha above the far end seemed to be looking at him with compassionate eyes.

He said: "Everyone in the world has obsessions, poor monks, donors, immortals, and demons. If the obsession can be easily broken, it is not an obsession. ”

He can't forget his girl's obsession and affection when she saw him laugh unconsciously, he can't forget the shy flush when his girl sent him a freshly sewn monk's robe, he can't forget his girl's domineering announcement that he is hers, and he can't forget that his girl sneaks in and leans on her when he is doing evening class, and keeps asking: I or Buddha, which is more important.

The selfless moved the Buddha beads, and returned to that scene in his dreams countless times over the years, and his girl asked in his ear over and over again: Which is more important than me and the Buddha?

He gently hugged his girl and told her categorically: You are more important than Buddha.

Then his girl looked shy, and they said goodbye to the Buddha and lived happily together.

But dreams are always dreams, and reality is never too late.

When he said goodbye to the Buddha and was ready to grow old with his beloved girl, his girl left him and never came back.

The Buddha said that everything has a way of being, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such.

But the Buddha, the disciples can't do it.

He squeezed the beads tightly and whispered, "Amitabha." ”

Rong Xian didn't persuade again, the catastrophe of the Rong clan that year destroyed more than me.

She watched a black aura burst out of her selfless calm eyes, and then the clean aura around her body was suddenly infected with demonic energy, and the corners of her mouth pursed slightly also raised a playful smile.

"Can you finish talking about the old one?" said the left protector.

Rong Xian looked at the selfless heart demon left protector, pondered for a moment, and ordered: "It's finished talking about the old, Hanxi will appear soon, you can find a way to lure the condensation moon to Hanxi and let Hanxi deal with it." ”