The wind is raging!

With that lonely figure as the center of the circle, countless winds howled, and the air was violently torn apart by an inexplicable force.

The purple-robed master leaning on the bridge pole narrowed his eyes slightly, and with some difficulty stretched out a hand to cover his eyes, trying to block the fierce wind coming from the counterattack.

A flaw appeared in the sky of the Buddha's remains, like a crack in the delicate jade porcelain, and then spread vertically and horizontally, and the extremely low canopy burst out of the blazing and hot skylight, reflecting in this extremely small heaven and earth.

The River Styx, which was repressed by the purple-robed Great Master, exploded again, blowing up countless majestic waves, and the whole world was swept away by water vapor, so the blur in front of him suddenly exploded.

The statue of the Bodhisattva Buddha of Tantuo Jizo is still standing still in the splashing sky.

Yi Xiao's face was complicated, and he looked at the lonely figure in the center of the blurred world.

Wei Lingshan said softly: "She is in her arms...... It seems to hold something. ”

The little monk bluestone narrowed his eyes and said tentatively: "Although there are no fluctuations, should we be on guard....... Could it be some kind of forbidden weapon that hides lethality?"

Wei Lingshan subconsciously moved his gaze to Yi Xiao.

Of course, Yi Xiao knew what Shui Yue was holding in her arms.

So he shook his head and said softly, "It won't be a forbidden weapon." ”

......

......

The diffusion of the power of rules is much simpler than imagined.

Because Xuan Shangyu, who is the holder of the Buddha remains, has not stopped him from beginning to end.

Perhaps because of the ban, the purple-robed Great Master leaned silently on the bridge railing, silently looking at the sky as if the magnificent landscape of the world had just been opened.

He just watched quietly, without even making a sound to interfere.

The center of the storm.

Shui Yue's dark blue cloak rolled upside down, and in the midst of the water vapor in the sky, her movements paused slightly, and then slowly turned around, casting her eyes on Xuan Shangyu, who was leaning on the railing of the bridge.

Shui Yue said softly: "Your Excellency, I thought you were also emotionless. ”

The purple-robed master leaning against the railing was silent.

A long and narrow opening opened in the canopy, and the blazing sky light poured out, covering vertically from top to bottom, and then penetrating the Buddha's remains.

The breath of the world swept in with the light of the sky.

The warm sunshine is a sight that has never been seen since the countless reincarnations of the Buddha remains.

Suigetsu's cheeks shone with a shimmer of moisture.

She narrowed her eyes, sensing the warmth she felt for the first time in her life.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

It's like a newborn feeling.

The first and last time.

Xuan Shangyu, who was leaning on the bridge railing, closed his eyes, Ren Tianguang swept the bridge from the end of the bridge, and said coldly: "It's just a little tired." ”

Shui Yue smiled with a complicated face, and then said seriously: "Thank you." ”

The purple-robed Great Master hummed, then closed his eyes in silence, rubbed his eyebrows, and never looked at the figure again.

The dark blue cloak swayed, and the blood stains on the coarse linen clothes were washed away by the water vapor.

So the mute girl standing on the bridge turned into the innocent appearance she had at the beginning.

She looked up, and the blazing light streamed across her cheeks.

She faced the Bodhisattva light floating in the air and whispered again, "Thank you." ”

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Under the statue of the Bodhisattva Buddha of Tanta Jizo.

The little monk of bluestone raised his head thoughtfully, and said with some surprise: "The power of the ban has weakened?"

Wei Lingshan said expressionlessly: "This ban is the most generous to this Buddha remains, and now that the passage between the Buddha remains and the human world has been opened, it will naturally weaken." ”

"And ......" Wei Lingshan frowned, looked at the purple-robed Great Master who was leaning on the bridge railing and pretending to sleep, and said softly: "Xuan Shangyu didn't continue to apply the forbidden technique, what was he thinking?"

The thoughts of this purple-robed man have been unpredictable from beginning to end.

"The small world of Buddha remains is not far from collapsing. Qingshi stood up, sensing the gradually recovering Yuan Li soul power and qi and blood, he didn't think much about it, but asked softly, "When are we leaving?"

The statue of Tanta Jizo Bodhisattva floating in the air has begun to blur.

Yi Xiao did not answer this question.

And Wei Lingshan's voice said calmly: "Just wait a little longer." ”

The dragon sparrow glanced at the little highness with a complicated face, and withdrew his gaze without showing a trace, and said softly: "Someone seems to have something to do." ”

Yi Xiao sensed Wei Lingshan's gaze, glanced back a little apologetically, and said, "Wait for me a little." ”

The long hair behind the black-clothed figure suddenly rose, and in an instant, it hit out of the enveloping range of the Tantuo Buddha statue, and with the last power of the "ghost seeing sorrow", Yi Xiao fell in the middle of the bridge in the next moment.

The wind has been extinguished, and the sun is shining everywhere.

As if it were dawn, the eternal night was completely banished.

The eternal night of the Buddha's remains, after sunrise, will naturally dissipate.

So the girl who represents the rules of eternal night is naturally going to dissipate.

The girl in the dark blue cloak and the thick white linen clothes began to become illusory and unreal as the wind dissipated and the sunlight shone brightly.

She smiled and hugged the thing in her arms and nodded at Yi Xiao.

Then she walked cautiously forward, like a cat, for fear of disturbing the silence of the world.

Like smoke.

Her body was like smoke.

Every step you take, you get a point.

In the end, she stood opposite Yi Xiao, at most three feet away, like the one in Sunset Town, innocent and full of joy, stretching out her hands.

There was a breeze blowing.

The girl's figure was as ethereal as smoke, and then vanished.

When the entire sky curtain opened to light, all the clouds in the sky dissipated, and in the center of the sky, there stood a black-clothed young man with long hair dragging to the ground.

Yi Xiao looked at the stack of drawing paper in his hand in silence.

He looked up, and in the blazing light, the wisp of light smoke was no longer visible or audible.

The waves of the River Styx splashed and crashed against the bridge, clear and transparent.

Yi Xiao lifted the stack of drawing papers, and through the clear light, he could see a vague and clear figure.

One after another, fine and warm.

This is the last tenderness that this girl left to this world.

Yi Xiao let go of her hands.

So the painting paper floated in the world, blown to every corner by the wind.

The eternal night of the Buddha's remains is banished, the sun shines on every corner, and the little girl of this world will sleep forever.

Yi Xiao left a painting.

He looked at the portrait of the mute girl he had left behind, the lead marks carved on the rough wooden core tip still fresh.

The little girl with her hands on her knees and curious eyes looked at her with her lips open.

Sunset Town himself said: "Water Moon, believe me, one day, I will leave here." ”

Yi Xiao smoothed the wrinkles on the paper.

He whispered to the mute girl in the portrait, "Now it's it." ”