There was a howl of pain, and two bloody tears fell down his cheeks, falling low on the ground, slowly seeping into it.

"Shura, Shura!" Zhaoming was anxious, and hurriedly grabbed Shura's shoulders and shouted loudly.

Shura looked up at him, trembling all over, wanting to say something, but couldn't speak. Brushing away Zhaoming's hands, he struggled to stand up reluctantly, step by step, staggering in the direction of the Rakshasa woman.

At this moment, he no longer has the fierce and ferocious aura of the former Shura King, his skin and flesh are wrinkled, white, and old, as if the lamp is broken, and it is about to be extinguished.

Zhaoming was distressed and wanted to step forward to lead him forward, but he was stopped by the bitter monk and shook his head: "To untie the bell, you must tie the bell, and karma is all self-inflicted." The Shura donor is not in danger of his life for the time being, and there are some things, just let him do it himself!"

The bitter monk is full of Zen whims, from the nature of it, Zhaoming does not like such people, always feels yin and yang, except for the bitter monk.

I didn't have much to do with this cloth-clothed monk, but every time I met the other party, I was deeply impressed by Zhaoming. Although he still doesn't understand the so-called compassion of Western teachings, the cloth-clothed monk in front of him seems to like to do things that harm himself and others.

For example, the Pure World Mantra that time, and for example, today I did not hesitate to bear my own punch to resolve the karma for Shura.

Thinking of this, Zhaoming bowed: "I'm sorry before, senior, I thought it was ...... It's too bumpy. ”

"Good, good!"

The bitter monk said indifferently: "The skin and flesh are all appearances, not worth mentioning, but the poor monk wants to thank the former benefactor for lighting the lamp of the spiritual mountain for my disciple." ”

"It's not enough to raise your hands!" Zhao Ming hurriedly bowed again, and then hurriedly looked at Shura.

The steps were slow, but they finally walked in front of the Rakshasa woman.

Looking at this father-killer who had become strange and ugly, the Rakshasa suddenly felt a great fear that could not be described. Even if the Shura in front of him is not murderous. It's far less than Zhaoming, who moved the killing intent just now, but it just makes her feel terrible.

Shura stretched out his hand, shook the rope, and pressed it on the Rakshasa woman.

"Ahh

The Rakshasa woman's heart was full of cold, her liver and gall were broken, and she screamed in fright.

"Live. Get out of here, leave the Great 6 of the Wilderness, and live well!"

The voice was dry and hoarse, as if she was about to lose her breath, but with a terrifying perseverance, the Rakshasa woman's heart was shocked, and she didn't dare to resist, so she could only keep nodding her head.

"Go, go far!"

Let go of the Rogue. Shura roared again, as if he had exhausted all his strength and was about to fall.

The Rakshasa did not dare to disobey and flew towards the East China Sea with all her might.

Live, live...... Shura's words carried an indescribable power, making her feel as if she had been hypnotized, and her mind fell into a whirlpool, and these three words kept echoing in her mind.

Stay alive. But there must be no return to the sea of blood, and there is no need to explain much at this moment. She also knew that her father's battle with Shura must have been driven by the Styx Ancestor.

You have to stay away from the sea of blood in order to live well.

Looking at the figure of the Rakshasa Girl running away, Zhaoming suddenly remembered the scene when Rika stopped Shura from killing the Rakshasa Girl in the past, and also said that once Shura killed the Rakshasa Girl, he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life.

Thinking that she was good at soul powers, she saw that there was a relationship between the two that others didn't know, but she didn't say it explicitly. And how did I think that there would be this at that time?

It's also thanks to the past that stopped Shura. Otherwise, his last spiritual support will be lost.

After the Rakshasa flew away, Shura turned around and walked towards the bitter monk step by step, until he was in front of him, and then knelt on the ground.

"Master. The disciple worked hard, and he didn't know how to get rid of it, and he still hoped that the master would guide him. ”

His face was full of sadness, and blood and tears flowed.

"Shura!"

Zhaoming was frightened and shouted loudly, but saw that Shura didn't hear it, and just raised his head and looked at the bitter monk stupidly.

"There is no true Buddha in the world, there is no one to rely on, only to cross by yourself!" the bitter monk shook his head: "I myself have not been liberated, how can I liberate you." The so-called maze is nothing more than confusion. Where you are lost, only you know. ”

"The disciple doesn't know, the disciple doesn't know!"

Shura couldn't cry, his heart was in turmoil, and he couldn't think clearly.

The bitter monk was silent for a long time before he spoke again: "The Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable once told me that there should be a magical power in the world as the method of reincarnation, and if the time comes, it can bring the dead back to life......

Hearing this, Zhao Ming's heart was shocked, he had never heard of such magical powers in the world, but since it came from the mouth of the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, there would be no fake.

If there really is such a magical power in the world, wouldn't he have a chance to regenerate Ah Cao?

And Shura took out a string of Buddhist beads with a look of surprise, and there were still nine skulls, it was the Rakshasa King and the Eight Rakshasa Marshas, and handed it to the bitter monk respectfully: "Master, is there a way to save them?"

The bitter monk sighed, stretched out a hand to take the Buddha beads, there were words in his mouth, silently lucky, a layer of golden light wrapped the Buddha beads, and then heard a cry came out, earth-shattering, ghost howling god, terrifying.

Seeing the nine figures rushing out of the Buddha beads, writhing in the void, immeasurable resentment impacting the Quartet, making the heavens and the earth change, the sun and the moon have no light, extremely terrifying, even Zhaoming's heart was tight, and his whole body was tensed involuntarily.

Those nine figures are the Rakshasa King and the Rakshasa Marshal who died at the hands of Shura, not only died, but also were refined into magic weapons, and their souls were not at peace, and they were naturally full of resentment.

Seeing the nine figures, Shura's body trembled even more, blood and tears gushed like springs, and he couldn't stop it, and finally he crawled on the ground with his head in his arms and howled wildly.

"Don't, don't, don't!"

The voice was crying blood, as if it could not withstand the howling of the nine figures.

"Master!"

Zhaoming wanted to stop it, but saw the bitter monk shaking his head at him, holding the Buddha beads in one hand and making Buddhist rituals with the other, chanting words in his mouth.

"Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and it is the same when you want to know it. ”

"The relics are the emptiness of all laws, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased. ”

"Therefore, there is no color in the air, and there is no knowledge of thought. No eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch ......"

Sentence by sentence, speaking slowly, the sound is not loud, but it is like a morning bell and a dusk drum, shaking the air flow in all directions like a fierce wind.

This text has a miraculous power. It actually calmed down the mood slowly, not only Zhaoming, but also Shura, and the nine figures roaring in the sky.

"Therefore, to say the Prajnaparamita mantra is to say the mantra: Reveal the truth, Para reveal the truth, Para Reveal the truth, Bodhisattva Bhak. ”

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, good. Wonderful!"

With the recitation of the Buddha's words, although the nine figures were still resentful, they strangely calmed down.

Placing the Buddha beads on the top of Shura's head, so that he could grasp it with both hands, the bitter monk spoke again: "The poor monk has no way, and he can't cross others, let alone them. You are the only one who can cross them. ”

Shura grabbed the beads. Crawling on the ground, he said in a trembling voice: "The disciple is willing to worship under the master's door." I also hope that the master will teach the disciples how to cross people!"

"Shura!" Zhaoming hurriedly shouted, "Why do you have to do this?"

No matter what injuries Shura suffered, take him back to Heavenly Court, slowly recuperate, and then ask Sun Jiuyang, or go to find the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, it should be possible to find a way.

If you worship under the door of the bitter monk. After that, I will be a member of the Western Church, and I always feel inappropriate.

"Big brother!" Shura raised his head, looked at him, and howled bitterly: "My heart is bitter!"

The word "bitter" exhausted everything, which made Zhaoming's heart ache. Eyes filled with tears.

No matter when, even if he was in the Demon Garden, in Wudao, and followed himself to the end of the world, Shura never said a bitter word, but at this moment, he couldn't extricate himself.

Even though Zhao Ming had too many reasons to speak out and persuade Shura, Shura only used these few words to make him swallow all his words.

There is nothing more painful than heartache and loss of hope. If I forcibly take him to the heavenly court, I am afraid that he will end up depressed and self-defeating. Now to find a little comfort and hope in the bitter monks, maybe it is a good way out.

"Master ......"

Looking at the bitter monk, Zhaoming wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

The bitter monk sighed and shook his head: "The poor monk doesn't know how to accept people as apprentices." And the people are attentive, no need for anything else. The path of the poor monk is unknown, but this Heart Sutra is a holy book created by countless sages in the past, and it is infinitely useful. The poor monk passed it on to you today, so you can try to use it to cross others and yourself!"

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger and pointed at the Shura Purple Mansion, chanting words in his mouth, and he transmitted the Heart Sutra to Shura's mind in the form of spiritual power.

"Thank you, Master!"

Shura prostrate on the ground, kowtowed three times, straightened up, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Holding the beads in the palm of his hand, he closed his eyes and chanted slowly in his mouth.

"Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and it is the same when you want to know it. ”

“......”

It is the Heart Sutra that the bitter monk recited before, and the Sanskrit sound is bursting.

After all, the practice is different, and the recitation of Shura is far less reassuring than that of the bitter monk's recitation, but his pious appearance makes people can't help but listen attentively.

"Good, good, donor, do it yourself!"

The bitter monk bowed slightly to Zhaoming and Shura, and then took off.

After Zhaoming returned the salute, he looked at Shura who closed his eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures, and his heart was difficult to calm down. He really wanted to persuade Shura to go back to Heaven with him, where he would also practice and cross people, but he also knew that Shura would definitely not agree at this moment.

After staring for a long time, two lines of tears rolled down. With a sigh, he raised his hand to exert his magical powers, moved the mountain stones and piled them up into blocks, and soon built a stone house around the place where the compass was sitting, surrounded by a wall.

He picked up the Blood Shadow Knife, inserted it into a boulder, and placed it in the courtyard. He didn't know if this killing knife would be born one day, Shura was not dead, but he knew that his younger brother would not come back.

After doing this, there is nothing to do, but the anger in my heart cannot be extinguished. His fists were clenched, and he raised his head to the sky and roared: "Styx!"

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