Where did the Buddha go?

The group looked at the darkness that was ready to devour them like a tide, and their faces were stunned.

The monks gathered around and released talismans and utensils to resist the corrosion of darkness.

The group that was mixed in with the crowd once again asked in their hearts, "What about the Buddha?"

"The Buddha fled. A monk shouted with tears in his eyes.

"The Buddha has left us. Someone shouted after him.

"The Buddha fled. ”

One monk after another wailed, and countless voices converged into one: "The Buddha has fled, and the Buddha has left us." ”

Despair spread among the monks.

The group said with a hideous face: "You hypocrites, how could the Buddha leave us?"

He mixed his true qi with his voice, so that the sound reached the ears of all the monks.

The crowd was silent for a while, and a monk retorted: "Then where did you say the Buddha went?"

"We are fighting for the Buddha, but the Buddha has abandoned us. Another monk said.

"Shut up, the Buddha will not abandon us. The line said angrily.

"Where did you say the Buddha went?"

"The Buddha is gone, don't you see?"

"Why don't you believe what you see with your own eyes?"

"Do you still want to lie to yourself?"

“......”

All sorts of noises reached Ichiko's ears, and his face looked pained.

Yes, where did the Buddha go?

He asked himself in a low voice.

They were fighting to the death, and the Buddha had no reason to leave at this time.

This is the Buddha they believe in.

"The Buddha is only leaving temporarily, he will come back. The group shook their heads and shouted.

But no monk paid any more attention to him.

Because the tide of dark monsters surged up again, and the monks died one by one.

The group looked at all this blankly, and he wondered why the Buddha was leaving?

Are they not pious enough? But they are fighting for the Buddha, so how can they say that they are not pious enough?

All the fighting seemed to slow down, even to a standstill, and the brutal and bloody images came into his eyes.

He couldn't help but think about it anymore, if ...... If...... Did the Buddha really escape?

Such thoughts made him feel terrified, how could he think like that?

But this is what he saw with his own eyes.

The Buddha really left like that, leaving them to be killed here by those dark monsters.

As the monks said, the Buddha may have really gone.

Whatever the reason, the Buddha's departure is an indisputable fact.

The monks died more and more, and gradually he was the only one left, and the dark monsters were surging.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly clasped his hands together and shouted in a deep voice: "Even if the true Buddha leaves, the Buddha in my heart is still there." ”

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......

Hou Thirteen Jian raised a bamboo sword made of bamboo, he stabbed straight out, and after a few swords, the bamboo sword became crooked and twisted, just like a three-year-old child practicing swords for the first time.

Hou Thirteen Jian was sweating profusely and put down his sword.

Master told him that it was almost impossible for him to return to his original state with medicine.

In other words, he may not be able to practice swords again.

After he put down the bamboo sword, his face showed a look of fear, this was the first time he had practiced sword after recovering today.

Even if it was a light bamboo sword, it was too heavy for him to support.

This is no longer a problem with the sword, but his tendons are picked and the meridians are abolished, even if there is a lighter sword?

It's hard for him to kill even a chicken!

The most painful thing for a swordsman is that he can no longer use a sword.

He was no exception, he trembled.

"What did I do wrong?"

"Am I wrong to follow my own kendo?"

"Evil Sword ......" Hou Thirteen Jian read these two words, and his face was blank: "Am I really wrong?"

He quickly burst out laughing: "I practice my sword, what about the evil sword?

"Can you destroy my sword by destroying my limbs and cutting off my meridians?"

Hou Thirteen Sword held the hilt of the sword with his mouth, and his eyes showed determination: "Even if the limbs are broken, I still have a mouth to practice swords, it's a big deal to create a sword technique with my mouth!"

......

......

"Will I lose to you for the rest of my life?" wrinkled as he sat cross-legged, looked up at the magnificent white jade statue and whispered to himself.

"If this is really such a tragedy, then do I regret the ambition I made in the first place?"

These questions constantly haunted him and eroded his mind.

After a long time, Wrinkle took a deep breath and stood up.

"Maybe I can't even win you once, maybe maybe I can't realize the ambition I made, and I can't be a real man again. ”

"But so what?"

"This is the path I chose, I can lose for the rest of my life, but I can't even have the courage to shoot my sword at you. ”

"If I don't even have the courage to draw a sword, then I will look down on myself like this. ”

The long sword wrinkled deep into his waist came out of its sheath and stabbed towards the huge white jade figure.

Like the mantis arm of a car, like a moth to a fire!

......

......

Du Ni got up from the bed, he shook his head, he forgot what had happened.

He remembered that five children about his age surrounded him, but what about after that?

His parents walked up to him with a smile on their faces.

He just wanted to ask, but a scholar walked out from behind his parents.

The scholar smiled at him, a warm smile.

After that, the scholars took him away and took him to the academy to study art.

He never went back to that village, not because he forgot his roots, but because the people in the village didn't even want to see him go back.

After he left, his parents gave birth to a younger brother.

From then on, he made the academy his home and forgot everything.

But whenever he's free, he wonders what happened that day.

This thought is always fleeting.

Then one day he finally remembered that he had killed five children his age.

He felt pain in his heart.

He killed five small children, even if it was caused by the explosion of his genius.

But to kill is to kill.

The five children approached him with malicious intent, but they didn't necessarily want him to die, and he killed them.

Five lives were lost because of him.

"Do I dare to call myself a gentleman?" he thought, a little dazed.

"I am nothing but a wicked man with blood on his hands, and people like me should sink forever in darkness and never see the light again. ”

He felt himself falling.

"No, hiding in the dark is just dodging, a gentleman should be open!" he stopped falling, and took out his dagger with a smile.

"A gentleman should be open!" he cut open his belly with a dagger and pulled out all his internal organs.

"I killed you, and I'll give you my life back now!"

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......

"Why can't I live an ordinary life?"

The years are passing, and Wen Xiao, who has grown up, is still constantly asking herself.

His mind kept avoiding the question, and he didn't even want to think about it.

But some things are like this, and the more you try to avoid them, the more inevitably you are thinking about them.

He thinks about it every day.

He looked at the dark insect mountain and was silent.

It is said that the mountain of insects is the god of ten thousand insects.

"What exactly are you afraid of?"

"Why don't you dare to answer?"

He trembled irrepressibly, and he chose not to shy away from it.

"Because I am the illegitimate son of that man, and he has many sons, and if I were mediocre, his sons would kill me, and he adopted sons like Gu. ”