Buddha Remains (21)

Luoyang.

Inside the Peony Pavilion, outside the green curtain lotus platform.

Not far from the stage, it means that the two big men who are watching the play in the Red Pavilion are the two big men at the peak of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

And the emperor and his wife have been tepid at the moment and have been watching the play in the Red Pavilion for an hour.

The play on the stage is a well-known puppet show in the Shifu period.

The puppet in a wide costume cried and laughed on the stage, joy, anger and sorrow, and walked through his life.

This is a puppet show, simple and direct, the puppet's joy and anger are straightforward, and the plot is often extremely dramatic.

The master behind this drama is naturally the purple-robed national teacher.

Cao Zhixuan smiled slightly.

He had been sitting here for an hour, and now he was finally coming to an end when the puppet show was over.

Li Yu frowned slightly.

The master of the Fengxian Palace finally couldn't hold back his temperament, and he didn't want to dismiss that person's interest, so he could only say softly: "You have never cared about other things other than the political affairs of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Why did you remember to take me to the theater today?"

Cao Zhixuan laughed softly: "Family affairs, national affairs, world affairs, family affairs first, national affairs second." In my heart, you are the greatest. ”

Li Yu took a deep breath, a little unable to believe what was coming out of the man's mouth.

"What?" Cao Zhixuan said in a soft voice, "Don't you like it...... Then I won't bring you here in the future. ”

Li Yu looked deeply at the man who had always placed himself at the highest point in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

He didn't claim to be me.

He really wanted to accompany him to the show.

And Cao Zhixuan sighed slightly and said, "Presumably, you don't have the heart to watch this drama again." ”

Li Yu was in a trance.

Cao Zhixuan said softly: "Fengxian ...... I've been thinking that in this vast world, Futu sentient beings, the emperor cloth, each has a life and death, and in the end it is just a handful of loess. When the curtain is down, no matter how unwilling you are, you will inevitably end the end of the play. ”

He stretched out a finger and pointed to the green curtain lotus platform.

The stage has reached the end of the play, and the puppet in the shape of a young man in black lost his soul on the stage, and finally his knees hit the ground hard, and the puppet of the girl in his arms fell to the ground.

They were originally puppets on the stage, and with a trace of soul power from the people behind the scenes, they could perform their lives on the stage.

But they never know whether their life is a comedy or a tragedy, and they are destined at the moment of their birth.

This is a tragic thing.

The black-clothed young man on the stage had his long hair scattered, covering the puppet's face.

As a puppet, there were no tears.

But if he was asked to cry in the play, he had to cry.

But who knows if those tears have the sadness of this puppet?

"The eight great countries of the Spring and Autumn Period, the beacon fire and wolf smoke, the blood and drifting. Cao Zhixuan's voice was sad: "The final winner, the only ones who can continue to wrestle on this stage are the Northern Wei Dynasty and Qi Liang." ”

"Northern Wei Dynasty. ”

"My Northern Wei Dynasty. ”

This man, who took off his dragon robe and still looked at the world, had a flat voice like an ordinary person at the moment, but he said such a paragraph.

"My Northern Wei Dynasty does not want to end, before, at this time, and hereafter. ”

"I want to watch the incense of the Northern Wei Dynasty go down, go west, and then go south, and the Northern Wei Iron Cavalry will eventually break through thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and finally break all this stage. ”

"I want to see that Li Qing's white robe is hanging on the top of the Eight Feet Mountain of the Chess Palace!"

"I want to see that the Confucian scholars of the Nineteenth Dao of Qiliang knelt down and were willing to be vassals!"

"I'm younger than Xiao Wang, so I'm patient to wait!"

"One year!"

"Ten years!"

"I have gathered the Northern Wei Dynasty, held the floating soil in my hands, and settled outside and inside, it won't take long for the Northern Wei Dynasty to be an iron plate, with enough strength to go to replace me and call the whole world!"

Then the young emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty suddenly stopped.

The voice of the words that swallowed mountains and rivers came to an abrupt end.

He suddenly said softly: "But Qi Liang has such three princes, and these three people of the Xiao family will inevitably be the henchmen of the Northern Wei Dynasty in the future." So all these years...... I have always been envious, jealous, and hateful. ”

Li Yu finally understood what Cao Zhixuan meant.

His gaze fell softly on his slightly bulging lower abdomen.

Then the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty did not hide his smile at all, and said with a heroic smile: "It's a pity that the Northern Wei Dynasty already has a young master in the future, and he will definitely not be worse than these three young pythons." ”

watched such a play.

Li Yu was a little confused, could it be that this man was just talking about this.

"Qi Liang has three young pythons, and they have to swallow the wind and clouds and go through all the calamities before they can turn into dragons. Cao Zhixuan smiled: "And at this moment, there are two, in Luoyang, Northern Wei Dynasty." ”

"Xiao Buyi has come to Luoyang with the Cangsheng seal. Cao Zhixuan said softly: "Now that Luoyang is in turmoil, outside this wooden gate, there is a real city full of slaughter. He wanted to take advantage of the most turbulent opportunity since the founding of Luoyang to deal with his own catastrophe. ”

The master of the Phoenix Immortal Palace heard a little strange meaning from Cao Zhixuan's words.

Luoyang is stormy?

Outside this wooden gate, is the city full of slaughter?

"I don't want to hide it from you. Cao Zhixuan's voice was soft: "Xuan Shangyu wants to clean the Eight Great Families and that white-robed old fox in one fell swoop, except for here, the entire Luoyang will pay a heavy price." ”

Li Fengxian raised her head, her eyes full of shock.

The master of the Phoenix Immortal Palace said in an extremely rare voice: "Are you crazy?"

Cao Zhixuan shook his head, and said in a cold voice: "The Eight Masters are a help, but at the same time, they will be the biggest obstacle in the Northern Wei Dynasty." They stand outside the world, but they can meddle in worldly things, just talk about the old lady Tang and the old fayette of the Zhong family, the Buddha corpses of the year could not imprison the two of them. Who knows if such uncontrollable factors still exist among the Eight Great Families, and how many are still hidden?"

"What do you want to do?" Li Fengxian's heart beat violently.

"Borrow a knife to kill. Cao Zhixuan said softly: "It's good to clean it once." ”

"The eight families are willing to lend me the immortal weapon in the Northern Wei Dynasty, which is an excellent thing in the future Western Expedition. Cao Zhixuan smiled and said, "But the eight big families...... That's too much, isn't it? Where in the world do we need so many people?"

"One is enough. Cao Zhixuan said indifferently: "During the Western Expedition, he was in charge of the immortal weapons, and it doesn't matter how many families are left, they are all vassals." ”

"It doesn't matter how many people in the world there are, it doesn't matter what the surname is, but ...... You must have the surname of Northern Wei, not Qi Liang, let alone Western Xia!"

The man stood up flatly.

Zong Heng had already been ordered to go outside Luoyang City and stopped Xiao Buyi, the only one who could break the game. ”

"What's left is the good show I really want to take you to see. ”

Cao Zhixuan stretched out a hand, smiled and rubbed it on the top of Li Yu's head, rubbing her black hair, and said softly: "Look at it, Luoyang's ...... Nirvana reborn!"

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An extremely secret mansion somewhere in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The purple-shirted Great Master looked at the ancient scroll with a smile, ignoring the second purple-shirted Great Master behind him who was bound by layers of Yuan Force.

"There is drama inside and outside the stage. ”

"Good show. ”

Xuan Shangyu, who obviously had an independent consciousness, said softly: "The deity...... Do you want to come to Luoyang to merge my consciousness, and you want to take that step and become a different kind of immortal by relying on the two ways of immortals and Buddhas?"

"You're so beautiful...... Don't think about it so beautifully. ”

Hyun Sang-woo gently pinched a chess piece.

"Water Moon ......"

"Mirrors. ”

"This Buddha remains are the reincarnation that traps those who are lost, and in the final analysis, it is just a mirror and a dream. ”

Xuan Shangyu looked at this chess piece stupidly and muttered, "But why...... Are you just a pawn?"

Then he raised his eyebrows slightly, and his face became indifferent.

The softness of the eyes was swept away.

Xuan Shangyu's voice was extremely indifferent: "It's just a chess piece, just fulfill the obligation of a chess piece." ”

Fingertips are strained.

Click.

The chess piece had a crack at this moment.

A crack appeared throughout the scroll.

A trace of Yuan Force is wrapped up in this chess piece.

Not a lot of pressure is exerted on the crack of this chess piece, which will continue to crack until it is finally destroyed.

"Alright...... Then, the story of the Buddha's remains should end here. ”

Xuan Shangyu smiled, stood up, walked in front of the second purple shirt, and then squatted down.

He looked at his calm face.

"Buddhism's three lives?"

His face was calm, and then he slapped the purple-robed man in the face.

With this palm, the man who was hit with the same appearance as himself spurted out a mouthful of blood, and even the black blood in his heart was violently coughed out.

"You're still thinking about working for that deity?"

Second palm.

The purple-shirted master coughed out his soul.

The purple-shirted master who was trapped raised his head incredulously and looked at the man who slapped half of his soul.

There was fear in his eyes, and there was a deep confusion.

"Curious, want to know why I can shoot your spirit?"

Hyun Shangyu lazily stretched out a hand and covered the top of his head.

"The question is really simple. ”

The purple-shirted Great Master, who was covered by Xuan Shangyu's hand on the top of his head, turned extremely pale, and finally understood why, and his lips began to tremble.

But with that palm landing on the top of his head.

The huge power of devouring began to pass from the top of the head, and it was irresistible.

This force ...... It is very similar to the fusion power of the three lives of Buddhism.

"Look......" Xuan Shangyu said in a lazy voice: "You're also quite smart, didn't you guess the answer?" Do you blame yourself for being too stupid at the beginning, guarding the Buddha's remains for the deity, and only then did you get to this point?"

"How sad it must be for a person to be willing to die for others?"

"What do you say, Hyun Sang-woo?"

Hyun Sang-woo jokingly spoke to the other self.

It's a pity that the man who is exactly like himself can't answer anymore.

The soul was empty, leaving only a body.

The only purple-shirted master in the world stood up and stretched.

He smiled, raised his head and said, "Do the math, it's time for the drama in Luoyang to begin." ”