Immortal Voices Chapter 937: Goodbye

Rong Xian looked down and thought, since there are members of the Visitation Division in the West Antarctica, things are simpler.

She asked: "What is the name of the new force in the West Antarctica?"

The Huang Wang said without hesitation: "Wuxin Sect, Buddhism disciples in West Antarctica call it Demon Sect."

Wu Xin Zong? Mozong?

Thinking that there was also Mozong Wuxin Cliff in the Little Thousand Worlds Sacred Mountain back then, this old acquaintance's style of naming is really the same.

Rong Xian's expression became meaningful. She raised her hand and drew a jade talisman. After blowing a breath, the jade talisman floated into the hands of the king of waste.

The King Huang took the puzzled look, and the jade talisman exuding golden light was a solemn beast.

"You can get the friendship of Wuxin Sect Master by holding this jade talisman." Rong Xian said unpredictably.

The Huang Wang subconsciously repeated: "Friendship?" Did you omit some processes?

For example, how does Wuxinzong have friendship with you? ?

Rong Xian blinked, looked at Huang Wang suspiciously, and then tapped her palm like a real realization, and said: "Are you worried about the Wuxin Sect Master? Don't worry."

She constricted her expression, and her gentle phoenix eyes settled down. Under the calm expression, her brows that should have been gentle and tranquil exuded a bit of danger.

"He is my teacher in Xiaoqianjie. Once I was educated by him, now it is when I give back. After all, those who love the young will be respected for the elderly." Rong Xian suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, his whole body instantly warmed up. It’s like spring flowers blooming, "He doesn’t dare to refrain, nor can he refrain. He least wants me to become the #忤逆之代#."

The Huangwang faced the moody and smoky threats of His Majesty Xu. The face under the faceless mask was complicated and difficult to distinguish.

He really can’t understand. According to His Majesty the Sword Emperor, more than 10,000 years ago, his mother was straightforward and straightforward, she was excellent in kendo, and she was kind and friendly. Why did her reincarnated mother be like this..... .

He hollowed out his brain and finally thought of a suitable word-good speaking!

Yes, the reincarnated mother is very eloquent, and there is always a way to force people to be speechless.

The Huang Wang put away the jade talisman, stood up and asked respectfully: "What else does your majesty give?"

When Rong Xian was about to say whether he knew his identity, a message came through a special channel.

She swept away her consciousness, her face suddenly changed.

"Your Majesty?" Seeing that her expression was wrong, King Huang immediately became alert.

Rong Xian also stood up slowly, her plain clothes without patterns should have been elegant and soft, but at this time she looked sharp and a touch of sadness because of her sharp edge.

"You and Mr. Hua and others will first go back to the palace to handle official business. I need to meet each other." She smiled, Shi Shiran said.

The Huang Wang replied: "Please also take care of your majesty."

Rong Xian nodded, brushing her bare hand, turning light into the space and leaving.

After seeing her leaving, King Huang stretched out his hand and grabbed at the spatial fluctuation in front of him, and then he murmured: "Western Antarctica? Why is your Majesty so eager to go to the Western Antarctica at this time?" "

He knocked on the jade pendant and spread the news, so that the visiting Secretary from the Western Antarctic continent would pay attention to his Majesty's trace.

Outside the chariot, Manager Hua Kun said in a numb tone: "His Royal Highness, is your Majesty no longer here?"

Huang Wang's body stiffened: "..."

Rong Xian left the Wild King to clean up the mess, and he had torn open the space and came to the West Antarctica at the fastest speed.

Master Wugou, the guardian of the West Antarctic Continent, dangerously stopped the person. To be precise, they stopped deliberately to greet him.

Master Wugou: This is very uncomfortable.

"Amitabha Buddha, I haven't seen him for a long time, my Majesty Xu, don't come here unharmed?" Master Wu Gu said hello with a smile on his face.

Rong Xian looked at him steadily, her soft eyes gradually glowing brightly and smoothly: "So you didn't die."

Is it really a Buddhist cultivation in the afterlife? The master of anger, fifteen thousand years ago, was actually reincarnated successfully?

Xiaojin and Xiaoshui, the two small wastes, tut.

Master Wushou:? !

This is really exciting!

What about the smiley person who said that he would reach out his hand?

No, where did this come from? Emperor Xu, who has been missing for a hundred years without any news, is the least qualified to say this, okay?

He stabilized his expression and said: "I don't know what is the matter of His Majesty Xu coming to the West Antarctica?"

Western Antarctic Continent is also a troubled time. If you add a Xu Emperor who doesn't know whether he is an enemy or a friend, it will be a mess.

Rong Xian retracted his gaze, looked lazily at the Nie Hai in the distance, and said casually: "I look for an old person and send him a ride."

As soon as she lifted her footsteps, she crossed the space to reach the edge of the Niehai Sea.

Master Wu Gu opened his mouth. After hesitating, he still didn't stop the person. The key is that he couldn't beat him.

Rong Xian hesitated at the edge of Niehai, and finally stepped firmly on the edge of Niehai.

She walked leisurely, and Niehai’s seven emotions had no effect on her. In the end, her footsteps stopped in front of a female bodhisattva.

The female bodhisattva stood on the Nie Hailian platform with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. What she saw in her eyes were all the struggling beings.

Sit cross-legged in front of her is a young banished immortal who looks like a cloud of nine days.

"You are here." Seemingly sensing the arrival of Rong Xian, the young man put down the scriptures and said softly.

Rong Xian walked to the young man's side, staring at the young man closely, sharp as a knife.

She didn't even look at the female bodhisattva above, and arched her hands perfunctorily: "Ya has seen the Bodhisattva."

After seeing the ceremony, her eyes still stayed on the young man.

"You have just returned from missing for a hundred years. I shouldn't have bothered you. But I don't have time." The young man stood up, the Buddhist beads on his wrists being rubbed smooth and round.

Rong Xian's brows were deserted, and he asked slowly: "Why?"

Why don't you let people do it properly, and have to be the compassionate and universal Buddha?

Why do you want to seize the hope that there is no future and never look back when the man has passed away?

Why have you persisted for so many years and stopped persisting?

Why... keep me?

Seems to understand her question, Wumei has a gentle brow and a noble smile. He is a holy monk who does not dye the red dust, but now he is only back on track.

"Xian'er." Wumei called out this familiar and unfamiliar nickname.

Rong Xian was stunned, only to realize that time had passed so long.

The corners of Wumei’s lips raised, and there was a very faint and shallow smile, like a spring breeze: "I have guarded her body in Xiaoqianjie for nearly two thousand years. After I came to Zhongqianjie, I was fortunate to see her. I am already satisfied. She used to be a human and I am a Buddha. Now she is a Buddha, but I am a human. Xian'er, we have missed it for too long."

"You also know that he is a Buddha, I will never admit that he is my cousin." Rong Xian categorically cut the line.

Wu Wo sighed, the corner of his mouth still smiled, but even with a smile, it seemed as if he had left this mundane world a long time ago: "Xian'er, I understand, but I can't let it go. You know, I used to abandon her for the Buddha. Now I want to become a Buddha for her."

Rong Xian closed her eyes, and said with a smile: "No matter, this is your choice."

Didn’t she already know the answer when she came here to meet the deceased?

She turned and walked towards Nie Haihai, Wumei stood in place and moved the prayer beads on her wrist. After a long time, she said: "Xian'er, take care."

Once your cousin left us and left, now I want to leave too.

Xiaoxian, brother-in-law can no longer pray for you, can't rely on you.

Just as if I had died two thousand years ago.

I will leave you alone for the rest of your life.

Sorry, treasure.

He was lit up with layers of golden Sanskrit scripts, and each word was like a sharp knife, cutting off his emotions and desires, and severing his six roots. Burn his karma without leaving a trace.

After the light dissipated, he could no longer see Rong Xian in his eyes, nor could he see the sorrow he once had. Some of them felt the same compassion for sentient beings as the female bodhisattva.

He stepped forward, growing lotus step by step, and finally stood side by side with the bodhisattva on the lotus platform.

The two politely and alienatedly salute each other: "I have seen the great monk."

Rong Xian stepped out of Nie Hai's footsteps. She raised her hand subconsciously, and a tear fell on her fingertips.

She was at a loss: "How can I cry."

After a long silence, she walked outside. Leave all the memories in Nie Hai.

Everyone in my memory has left me behind, so I don't want you anymore.

The Rong family, after all, I am the only one left.

I am not alone.

I have thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, I have a thousand soldiers and soldiers, I have sons and daughters, I have a hundred answers...

I am not lonely.

I'm just, a little tired.

Goodbye, brother-in-law.