Immortal Voices Chapter 118: Buddha said

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Qu Lang knelt on the ground with a thud, vowing that he would find the mouse in the dark place in the shortest possible time, and he would definitely not make the Lord's old man bother.

Rong Xian let him go, looking down at the corpse on the ground, she said: "Take it clean."

After all, the mist dissipated cleanly on the spot.

Qu Lang didn't dare to delay a little bit, and quickly eliminated all the clues of breath after Rong Xian appeared, and then he wiped out his cold sweat and summoned his subordinates to work.

Although he was threatened by the Lord, Qu Lang's mood is still very excited. This is a trick with people outside of Xiaoqianjie. It is different from slamming the decent people in Xiaoqianjie. If this time it can really uproot those people. Starting, doesn't it mean that he has won outsiders?

Excited.

Not to mention the appearance of Qu Lang's **** head, after Rong Xian left here, she quickly came to a hidden place.

The mist dissipated, and it was still a dusty white dress with a little blood on it.

But her complexion has improved a lot, no matter how strong the injury, the vitality in the wood spirit orb will be more than half healed.

Although her clothes are stained, her posture is still elegant and her steps are still calm.

Then, she turned a corner, her eyes fell on a qingyi, and waited quietly for the people there.

The man turned his head, and it was the left guard.

He looked at Rongxian carefully, and the corners of his mouth let out a faint joke: "You don't look like an ordinary embarrassed."

Rong Xian squinted her eyes, and the harmless aura all over her body instantly changed, her demeanor was as deep as the sea, and her phoenix eyes were clean and could not leave any shadow.

Her tone of voice is slightly upward, no longer the past soft and tactful, but gives a sense of superiority.

She said: "It looks like Condensation Moon is also here."

Zuo Hufa was ordered by her to protect Rong Yu at Wuxin Cliff. After Rong Yu left, he stayed at Wuxin Cliff to monitor Condensation Moon. At this time, he appeared in Shiqiaojian, which proved that Condensation Moon was definitely here. After all, Zuo Hufa could There is no guts to disobey her orders.

There was a stream of light in the left guardian's eyes, and he said in awe: "You are as good as ever, you can see everything easily."

Rong Xian smiled slightly, as warm as a kind.

Left Guardian shivered uncontrollably, rubbed the goose bumps on his body and was silent.

Rong Xian said calmly: "Don't be afraid, I just want to tell you the past."

Zuo Hufa: "..." Then don't scare me!

"No me." Rong Xian called out, her tone lightly and unpredictably, vague and unpredictable.

The look on Zuo's face disappeared in an instant, and the demonic energy all over his body disappeared, becoming pure and clear, clean and holy.

At this moment, the aura around him and Rong Xian overlapped for another moment.

"All deeds are impermanent, everything is suffering. All dharmas have no self, and dying is happiness. Amitabha." The buddha on the wrist of the selfless falls on the palm of the hand.

He stood there with a Buddhist bead in his hand, looking at Rong Xian calmly, only to listen to him lightly speaking: "Rong the benefactor, the poor monk is not polite."

Rong Xianfeng’s eyes were as clear as the sky. She looked at Wumei and sighed faintly: "Hanxi Temple is still there. If you want to go back, go back."

The man in Tsing Yi stood on the spot, his long hair was arbitrarily bound by a wooden hairpin, his eyebrows curled slightly, and the dust appeared handsome.

He looked at Rong Xian quietly, with a trace of sorrow in his calm eyes, "The poor monk can't go back."

He paused for a moment, and his voice was still faint, and there seemed to be no sorrow or joy: "Hanxi Temple is still there, the old man is no longer, the poor monk has been enchanted and can't go out."

Rong Xian smiled softly, the whole body warmed up, as if the spring breeze was blowing on the earth, she smiled with crooked eyebrows, holy and compassionate: "The Buddha said: The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. As long as you kill the demon, you can go. It's coming out."

Wu-I looked at her, and his eyes were as dark as ink, and there was an unshakable peace in his eyes. He spoke softly, and every word was like a Buddhist scripture: "All things and creatures have their own principles. This is the case. Although the Buddha has the angry King Kong, but the poor monk is willing to save the demons in his own body."

"Really?" Rong Xian took a step forward. What was completely different from the slightly curved corners of her mouth was her deep sea-like eyes, a soft, weightless tone, "Without me, you just don't want to come out. Well, did your Buddha tell you how can souls who do not want to be saved can get out of hell?"

Wu Wo looked up to the sky, as if he had seen the majestic Buddha in the hall.

Immediately, he looked at Rong Xian calmly, and said in a calm tone: "The poor monk has already turned his back on the high Buddha and fell into the boundless abyss."

Because the poor monk has someone who misses the most, that person is more important than the Buddha.

In the end, she died.

The Buddha did not save her, nor could he save her.

Rong Xian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice seemed to be nostalgic or sad: "My cousin will not come back. Without me, I must be obsessed with it. Don't sink deeply."

Although she is not a good person, she is unwilling to watch the last deceased sink into the darkness, and can no longer find the face she used to be. She does not want the clean memory of the past to be completely different.

Wu Wu met her clear phoenix eyes, and it was rare to stare at him. The Buddha on the far end seemed to look at him with compassion.

He said: "Everyone in the world has obsessions, poor monks, donors, immortals, and demons. If obsessions can be broken down easily, they won't be obsessive anymore."

He can't forget his girl's obsession and affection when she saw him unconsciously laugh, can't forget the shy blush of her head when her girl sent a newly sewn monk robe, can't forget his girl Domineeringly announcing that he belongs to her, and the girl who can't forget him always sneaks in when he is doing evening classes, leaning on her and constantly asking: I and the Buddha, which is more important.

Without me, I moved the Buddha beads, and returned to that scene countless times in dreams over the years. His girl asked him over and over again: Who is more important to me and Buddha?

He gently embraced his girl and told her categorically: You are more important than Buddha.

Then his girl looked shy, they worshipped the Buddha and lived happily together.

But dreams are always dreams, and reality is always too late.

When he bid farewell to the Buddha and was about to grow old with his beloved girl, his girl left him and could never come back.

The Buddha said that all things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, so we should observe in the same way.

But Buddha, disciples can't do it.

He squeezed the beads tightly and whispered softly: "Amitabha Buddha."

Rong Xian didn't persuade anymore. The disaster of the Rong clan's extinction was not the only one who destroyed me.

She watched Wumei's calm eyes with a black air rushing out, and then the clean aura all over her body suddenly became devilish, and the corners of her slightly pursed lips also raised a joking smile.

"The Lord can tell the old story?" Zuo Hufa said.

Rong Xian looked at the left guardian of the demon without me, pondered for a moment, and said: "The old story is over, and Hanxi will appear soon. You can find a way to bring Condensation Moon to Hanxi. Disposal."