Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms: Chapter 64

lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapters of Lanterns and Peach Blossoms!

Maha stood in the wilderness, the wind was blowing, he felt that his ears must be wrong.

No, if it’s not me, it must be someone else.

Maha walked up to Garuda, condescendingly leaning against his dull brother who was sitting on the mountain wall, kicked him with his toe for a while: "What's wrong with you?"

Garuda leaned back, but it was basically a useless symbolic escape, "Nothing."

"What's the matter?"

"It's boring."

The patience of King Peacock Ming has always been limited. This is the same as the gods of heaven who believe in "whoever doesn't convert to me". After asking twice, there is no answer and he has approached his critical point. Maha narrowed his eyes dangerously. If this is not his mother and brother, he should have slipped into the esophagus of King Peacock. Up.

"What's the matter?!"

"..." Jialou Luo looked up at Maha, and said without being surprised for a long while: "It's just boring. If I cultivate again, I won't be able to achieve positive results, and that's the case if I cultivate to achieve positive results; our family has never been complete. , Mom and Dad may die in the colorless sky, you are a..."

Galou Rodon lives.

Moha and his brother looked at each other for a moment, and raised their feet blankly.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, Garuda was knocked down as his chest and sank into the shattered mountain wall blankly.

·

The gate of the gods is like an emptied universe, with no signposts or borders, surrounded by unpredictable light and broken picture-like color blocks, which makes people feel dazed over time, and it is impossible to even find out whether one is moving. Still retreating.

Zhou Hui stopped, leaned on his knees and took a breath, got up and looked around.

A few seconds later, the tyrannical factor belonging to the beasts in his blood broke out, anger swept across his brain, and he suddenly raised the knife and slashed to the void!

——Boom!

The majestic power came out, turning the illusion into thousands of pieces!

The fragments are like a blizzard falling from the sky, and then they will go away in an instant with the strong wind. The surrounding scene finally turned into a vast white-golden world, and not far away was a Buddhist temple with sandalwood incense curled from cigarettes.

Zhou Hui's eyes flashed sneer, and the changes in his deep eyebrows and the slight upward movement of the corners of his mouth at that moment made the handsome and blood-stained face even more solemn.

He strode towards the Buddhist hall, and as his footsteps approached, the view of the Buddhist hall grew higher and larger, and even had a kind of horror about to fall. However, Zhou Hui showed no fear on his face and raised his hand. Hold a knife and slash!

The gate of the Buddhist hall exploded, and the large white jade wall collapsed!

"Pseudo-Buddha!" ​​Zhou Hui stepped into the golden brick floor of the Buddhist hall, and the soles of boots stained with flesh and blood left a sudden cracked footprint on the ground:

"Don't shrink! Get out of me and die!"

Suddenly, surprise flashed through Zhou Hui's eyes.

——Not far away, under the buddha's rosette, on the cyan futon, there is a wet and furry golden-red bird tumbling in pain, long feathers and tail feathers dragging from the futon to the ground, glowing gorgeously Light.

"Feng..." Zhou Hui said, "Phoenix?!"

The little phoenix didn't even have all feathers. After rolling for a while, he suddenly let out a sharp and painful cry, and the wings covered with young hair suddenly opened. Immediately afterwards, its body shape changed, its light blazed, its bones elongated, and it turned into a five or six year old child!

The child's complexion was white as he was born without seeing the sun, and his black hair soaked with sweat was attached to his cheeks, and his complexion was almost transparent. He was naked*, sat blankly on the futon, and stretched out his hand to Zhou Hui with a little trembling for a while: "Ah...ah..."

Zhou Hui gasped in disbelief, and just about to step forward a moment later, suddenly a person passed behind him, walked straight to the little Phoenix, wrapped the little Phoenix around with a white cloth, and then easily took him Hugged.

Zhou Hui's pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw Little Phoenix looking at the person holding him with **** and white eyes. He seemed to be a little confused. He tilted his head for a long while, and his pale pink lips vomited a bubble: "...huh?"

"Hello, Ahuang." The man smiled and said: "My name is Sakyamuni."

Sakyamuni!

Zhou Hui's complexion changed drastically, and without hesitation, he rushed forward on the spot with one hand to **** the little phoenix, and with the other hand, he cut off at the head of Sakyamuni!

However, the next second the blade swung away, and he stopped an inch before it hit his arm.

——Neither Little Phoenix nor Sakyamuni have entities, Zhou Hui finally realized that what he was watching was an illusion!

Sakyamuni kissed Little Phoenix's tender brows, his expression full of love and compassion.

If it weren’t for the heinous conspiracies and calculations that he had made for thousands of years later, no one would think that there was a true evil behind his loving face just by looking at this scene.

"I will take care of you from now on," Sakyamuni rubbed Little Phoenix's hair, and then walked out of the Buddhist hall holding him, passing by Zhou Hui, and walking towards the white and golden world outside.

Zhou Hui stood in place, his whole body perception was adjusted to the highest level, and he looked around vigilantly while holding the hilt of the knife. Soon there was movement at the entrance of the Buddhist hall. Sakyamuni appeared again. This time, the little phoenix he was holding seemed to have grown a little bit. He looked like seven or eight years old. .

Zhou Hui watched as the little phoenix followed the Sakyamuni. He was wearing a snow-white robe, his face was tender and watery, his black hair was soft and dense, and he wore a string of pure blue glass beads on his chest—that was him. It was wrapped around his wrist in adulthood, but now his hand is too small and too long, and it is more than enough to wrap around a small neck.

Sakyamuni walked to the side of the futon and motioned to the little phoenix to kneel on it.

Little Phoenix is ​​an ancient divine bird, a real heaven and earth creature, and its jade fetus exists earlier than Mount Xumi, obviously instinctively has no consciousness of kneeling down on people. But since he can remember, his trust in Sakyamuni has been deeply rooted, and after struggling for a while, he still kneels on the futon obediently.

Sakyamuni gave him three sticks of incense again, saying: "Upper incense."

The little phoenix got up obediently, and turned around and asked: "Sakyamuni..."

"Huh?"

"The Arahant said that I was transformed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, unfettered, with a superb status, and no need to kneel on any gods. Is this...Is that true?"

Sakyamuni was silent for a moment and said: "It's not like this."

Little Phoenix showed doubts, and Sakyamuni touched his soft face and asked: "Do you believe in an Arahant or believe in me?"

"...I, I believe in you."

Sakyamuni laughed: "Yes, just trust me."

Finally, the little phoenix was ignorant of how to finish incense, and was held by Sakyamuni again, and staggered away.

·

Zhou Hui stood in suspicion, witnessing the overlapping virtual shadow of this parallel world and reality, watching the little phoenix come to worship Buddha every day and grow up day by day.

Every time he appeared, he walked by Zhou Hui, but he was ignorant and completely ignorant that his lover, who was tens of thousands of years later, was watching him in the air with incomparably complicated manner. Only once did he suddenly stop, looking to Zhou Hui with a bit of doubt, his gaze was cast into the air floating with fine dust, and there was a pure water under his slender eyelashes.

Zhou Hui couldn't help it anymore, and stretched out his big hand stained with dried blood and dust, and gently stroked his immature, white face.

However, in the next second, Sakyamuni’s voice sounded from the entrance of the Buddhist hall, and said with a smile: "Ahuang!"

The little phoenix jumped out of Zhou Hui's hand and happily ran towards Shakya.

At that moment, the delicate touch seems to still be on the hands, but the temperature has gone away. Zhou Hui looked at the back of Little Phoenix, and suddenly a trace of loss passed in his heart.

He stubbornly stood there with the tip of a knife, just like watching a movie fast forward, letting the time in the sky pass by day by day.

In the blink of an eye, the little phoenix grew up, his hair was tied up, his robes were hanging down, and the glass beads moved from his neck to his wrist; the young man became silent every day in the isolation of the crowd, looking forward without squinting his eyes, his lines were unparalleled There was an icy indifference on his side.

He bowed his head one step at a time on the glacier, and made a great wish to the gods and Buddhas of the sky, asking for Sakyamuni to become a Buddha; he mentioned □□ to go to the distance, without hesitation, pulling his bones and making arrows, and the moment the Buddha's light enveloped the western sky, his head appeared The first unabashed, scarred and happy smile in hundreds of years.

Zhou Hui walked around like a horse, almost reading Phoenix's memory again. The bitter water that had been swallowed into his stomach seemed to be regurgitated back, making him feel bitter from the base of his tongue to his limbs.

Finally, it came to the scene that he least wanted to recall. After a thousand years of kneeling under the Phoenix Bodhi tree, he finally stepped into the gate of the Buddhist hall again and saw the Sakyamuni walking down the lotus seat.

"No... don't leave me, I don't want to be alone..." Little Phoenix fell on the ground and almost collapsed: "Please don't leave me alone..."

Zhou Hui turned his head away, panting violently, his nails sinking deep into the flesh of his palm.

The next moment he heard Shakya say: "Then do you want to be with me?"

Little Phoenix’s face was full of tears, and there was a fragility like crystal flakes in the morning light, and he choked and nodded.

A sharp smile suddenly appeared on Sakyamuni's face, and he raised his head and looked straight in the direction of Zhou Hui in the void, his eyes like a poisonous snake.

Zhou Hui's heart shuddered, only listening to Sakyamuni pointing at him, saying: "There is a **** demon over there, you can kill him, you can be with me."

Zhou Hui's pupils contracted and suddenly he drew out the knife!

But then Xiao Fenghuang raised his head, as if he had seen such a person in the Buddhist hall for the first time in thousands of years, but his expression was as insensitive as a puppet, and he raised his hand to Zhou Hui.

Zhou Hui's heart is not good, but this time it is really inevitable. I saw the golden real fire bursting out of the fingertips of Little Phoenix, and he rushed towards him instantly!

"Phoenix!" Zhou Hui yelled frantically: "Don't come here, Phoenix——!"

The stream of fire made a loud noise and turned into a giant fire dragon, flooding the world and surrounding Zhou Hui!

That is not the fire without a substance in the illusion, but the real fire of the ancient gods and birds containing the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth. Once the golden brick and jade wall is touched, it instantly turns into water, and is evaporated in the blink of an eye. .

Zhou Hui waved his knife violently, but his hand lightened--

When he swung the blade halfway out, the blade melted into molten iron and disappeared in an instant!

Zhou Hui's breathing suddenly stopped, and a thin and young figure appeared in the golden fire, followed by Phoenix's expressionless face in front of him.

At that moment, Zhou Hui couldn't even feel the severe pain of the burning of his body. Only Phoenix's childish and beautiful cold face was in his sight, and the dagger held high by his thin white fingers.

"Goodbye--" Shaka said coldly outside the fire, "Monsters other than cause and effect."

But then, Shakya's face changed slightly.

I saw the small phoenix dagger swung down in the middle of the fire field, facing Zhou Hui's heart——

The blood burst into an uproar next second.

Zhou Hui was taken aback, but the pain he expected did not come. His dark eyes showed that his other hand had grasped the tip of the knife at the moment of his death.

"..." Zhou Hui turned his head, this action is so difficult that his neck bones have a sense of stagnation that moves inch by inch:

"Phoenix...?"

Chu He appeared behind him, and the adult Phoenix's face was dry and blood stained, and he panted slightly and looked at Zhou Hui.

At that moment, Zhou Hui felt a trace of indescribable emotion flashed through his eyes, which seemed to be mixed with shame, embarrassment, unspeakable attachment and pain.

But that is only within a thousandth of a second.

Chu He let go of the dagger, grabbed the little Phoenix's throat with that **** palm, and dashed forward, pressing the little Phoenix against the cracked wall with a loud bang!

It was simply the most bizarre and absurd scene in the history of Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. The soaring golden fire formed the magnificent and splendid background of this picture. Above the flames of war on the earth, the phoenix and the young self looked at each other. Reflecting the silent time of thousands of years.

"Farewell..." Chu He said hoarsely.

His fingers slammed hard, and there was a cracking sound of the joints, and the little Phoenix's neck dropped weakly.