The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father: 4203 This is my man-Jingyuan (3)

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For many years, Master was in retreat and healed his wounds. It was the second senior brother who taught him hand in hand, reciting the Dharma for him, and eliminating the sin and hatred in his heart.

[Blood Moon] is ruthless, [Jing Yuan] refines the heart.

It can be said that the second brother gave him a second life.

It is impossible for him to watch the second brother's soul fly away and disappear between the heavens and the earth, without paying attention.

So, you can only change your fate!

Go against the sky, heaven and earth cannot tolerate.

Can he be with Yumo like this?

If you forcefully stay together, will it harm Yumo?

But even if I warned myself over and over again in my heart, if I chose to save the second brother, I would end this red love.

But when he heard Leng Yumo's news, his dead heart still beat violently.

He wants to see Yu Mo!

I want to see Yumo crazily than ever.

Only seeing Yu Mo and hugging her tightly in his arms can he realize that he is still alive, not the walking dead puppet that year.

"...Master, Master Jingyuan?"

The cries of the patriarch heard in his ears, recalling Jing Yuan's thoughts.

"Master Jingyuan, do you know Miss Yu Mo?"

Jing Yuan opened her chapped lips, and it took a long time to find her own voice: "Is she...here?"

The patriarch sighed: "Miss Yu Mo has just gone to [Yin and Yang Sect] through the teleportation array. If you come back one step earlier, you will be able to meet her. However, [Yin and Yang Sect] will at least wait until tomorrow. Set off to Qianyuan, if you rush over now, Master, you might still be able to run into her."

Jing Yuan held the piece of paper in his hand in a daze, and slowly squeezed it into a ball.

The knuckles gurgled.

Maybe this is his fate, fate...no fate.

Even the heavens are making him miss and tell him not to continue.

In that case, let it go!

Jing Yuan slowly folded his hands together, and said gently: "Amitabha, I have a predestined chance to meet, since I have no predestined...just leave it, the little monk."

His voice is very calm, dry, without a trace of ups and downs.

But a heart seemed to be gripped tightly, and he could hardly breathe because of the pain.

Quit, let go, let go!

Master said that only by cutting off the bond of dust, abandoning the cause and effect, and staying away from the sentiment, can we get the right result.

But no one told him that it would be so painful when he left.

Far more than the bruises he suffered when he was a blood moon, and also more than a thousand swordsmanships that had been stripped away by the Buddha's light.

"Master, master, are you leaving now?"

Wu Meng stepped forward reluctantly, as if trying to keep her.

But as soon as she stretched out her hand, she froze in midair.

The little monk in front of me has a handsome face, but this face is like Shura at this moment.

The eyes are red, cold as ice and snow.

The most frightening thing is that red flames are surging all over his body, as if to swallow his whole person.

Wumeng screamed in fright and sat down on the ground.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

"Master Jingyuan, is this a delusion?"

"Master Jingyuan, what happened? You calm down?"

The patriarch looked terrified, and quickly commanded the tribe to retreat, holding a magic weapon in his hand, looking at the little monk nervously.

Obviously, it was okay just now, like a little monk full of Buddha nature, why suddenly became so terrifying all of a sudden.

It's like a ghost climbing up from hell.