"Your current physical body is the pure and dustless red lotus body, which is the life of the Buddha and the monk, and you must not break the vows, especially the color vows, otherwise it is easy to go mad. ”

Listening to Guang Tongchen, he probably understood that Wu Buzhou meant that he would not kill and not get close to women......

He said unhurriedly, "But the poor monk...... The killing ring has been broken. ”

Wu Buzhou sighed, and then earnestly advised, "If the precept is broken, it can still be suppressed with your cultivation, and once the color precept is broken, the demon is born from the heart, and you will never recover." ”

He Guang Tongchen pondered for a moment and replied, "Hmm." ”

Then he and Guang Tongchen asked again, "Drunken Life Dream Death Pill...... DID YOU KNOW?"

A smile of unknown meaning appeared at the corner of Wu Buzhou's mouth, "I know." ”

He Guang Tongchen asked again, "Then do you know how to solve it?"

Wu Buzhou smiled again, "Woman." ”

And the light with the dust immediately interrupted, "Except for women." ”

Wu Buzhou paused, restrained his smile, and replied seriously, "Buddhism is boundless. ”

He Guang Tongchen glanced at him and immediately understood.

"Thank you for the advice. ”

He folded his hands and made a Buddhist salute to Wu Buzhou, and then raised his sleeves and his palms instantly turned into flames that burned everything, and red lotus flames shot out from his palms, flying in all directions.

The lotus flame burns when it encounters things, and even the air is burning inch by inch, and the entire lotus flame array is caught in a sea of fire, and everything is burned, except for the snow shirt and monk's robe with the light and dust, walking slowly, bathing in the fire calmly.

"Red lotus fire, prisoner in the array, white clothes, clean and dirt-free. Wu Buzhou smiled in the red lotus karmic fire, and the karmic fire burned him to ashes inch by inch.

He saw that He Guang Tongchen turned around indifferently, stepped on the red lotus, stepped on the ashes everywhere, and broke away.

The wind lifted his plain white robe, clean and dust-free, the only pure color in this monstrous blood red. Pure as a fantasy of color and light.

But such clarity fell into Wu Buzhou's eyes, but it became as unfathomable as a boundless night.

Inexplicably, a huge panic rose in Wu Buzhou's heart, this person, is he really sure that he can control it?

The facts of the future told him that he couldn't fight, and he died at the hands of Heguang Tongchen in the end.

That's why he deliberately showed him the ending of the painting heart, but would he really give up this low-hanging fruit for a woman?

After all, in that tragic ending, he Junyi was the final winner, he was the one who lived to the end, but when he lived to the end, he didn't smile.

Countless flames burned and devoured all around, and the entire lotus flame array collapsed, and He Guang Tongchen had disappeared.

He Guang Tongchen came out of the Four Soul Array, as if he had a long dream, the dream was dark and damp, as if throughout his long past life and present life, there were pure and dust-free, and there were also gentle, chaotic and clear.

He greedily breathed in the fresh air, and the wind and snow in Beichuan were even bigger, and he knew that this was the resentment of Zhou Linghan that was deeper.

Zhou Linghan should hate him, her hanging white hair, the pain and resentment on her face, the bright red blood left on her chest, it was very clear in his mind.

Even her end, the tragic ending of her being burned by karmic fire under the boundless pure and dustless Dharma, he remembered very clearly.

Everything that this world has given her is too cruel for that woman who is infatuated.

Suddenly, He Guang Tongchen was suddenly startled, as if he thought of something that Zhou Linghan could snatch the heart of the painting!

If the mind of the painting is not strong, it will definitely be taken advantage of by the cold of the soul. At that time, if there was no pure and dustless Dharma, how could it be suppressed?

When he thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was because of the final suppression of his soul that the painting heart was crazy and angry, and Shuyi had all kinds of misunderstandings, so that it caused an irreparable situation in the end.

If he can always suppress the pure dust, he completely becomes the same dust as the light, he cultivates himself and turns into a Buddha, and finally he takes the initiative to fulfill her and Shuyi, then everything will not be solved?

"You're out. ”

A cold voice behind him broke Heguang Tongchen's contemplation, and Heguang Tongchen looked back to see that the Baili Festival was no longer in the same sick and weak state as before, and there was a faint dragon aura around him.

I think it was because the dragon soul had not been in the body for a long time, and it had not yet fully fitted with his body, so the dragon soul was vain, so that he could see the clues.

"Hmm. He Guang Tongchen answered in a low voice, was silent for a moment, and then asked, "How long has it been?"

Baili Sacrifice thought about it and calculated, and replied, "There should be a day and a night that passed, and I fainted for a while during this time, so my inference is not very accurate. ”

"Time is running out, go to Kyushu Peak. ”

He Guangtongchen threw down a sentence, and his footsteps kept moving towards the Kyushu Peak.

Baili Festival faintly felt that it was different from the past, but it was impossible to say what was different. Like...... There is less kindness and kindness, and more non-anger and self-authority.

These four soul arrays are so powerful, Baili Festival naturally knows that it is a great fortune that he can come out safely with light and dust, and after experiencing everything, people will change somewhat.

Therefore, the Baili Festival did not think deeply, and with a little footstep, he followed the light and the dust and jumped to the Kyushu Peak.

To his surprise, he felt that the luck circulating around him was actually different from the past, and he seemed to have an extra spiritual power on his body that was stronger than the original spiritual power of the Snow Phantom Clan.

"Where is Kyushu Zhenyuan?"

The cold voice of the light and dust interrupted the musings of the Baili Festival, and he looked up to see that the cave where they were was was covered with ice on all sides, and there was nothing left.

The ice glows with a faint blue, like a delicate crystal palace.

With the touch of his finger with the light, the faint blue light instantly darkened, like a soul disillusionment.

Immediately, the image of Zhou Linghan appeared in the air, her long snow-colored hair was windless, flying towards the light and dust, her eyes were as cold as ice, her ice-blue robe was splashed with scarlet blood, big flowers, blooming like karmic fire red lotus......

The sound of her soft laughter was like a thunderous thunder. The blood on her hollow chest dripped down and fell on the face of the light and dust, like a vigorous rainstorm.

He was surprised and retreated, trying to avoid the bloody rain, trying to avoid the resentful eyes of Zeu Linghan, and for a moment, he even wanted to pull his legs and flee.

He was still not ruthless enough, he couldn't face all this with a clear conscience, he couldn't face the bad deeds he committed, and when he thought of his final death, he suddenly felt a little clear.

The so-called cause and effect have retribution, probably that's it.

He has done too many sins in this body, just like the painting heart finally said to him, if you know that it is today's fruit, you would rather not save me at the beginning.

Is he really doing all this right?

In the end, even the person he was for said that he would rather he never do it!