A sense of resonance?

Where does this sense of resonance come from?

Huo Qubing was awarded the title of Champion Marquis at the age of eighteen, but he was defeated at the age of twenty-four and died of regret.

A generation of heroes, but because of jealousy of talents, they could only die with hatred.

Isn't this fate?

But when manpower is limited, even if the power of force in the mortal world reaches its limit, it cannot escape the arrangement of fate.

But doesn't he want to get rid of his fate?

No!

He wants to!

He longed to be a wolf, to drink from the vast sea of ​​horses, to ride horses again, to see the desert, to see if the sunset was as round as before; he longed to march again, to see the foot of the Qilian Mountains, to see the top of the mountain

Is the snow as white as it used to be?

At this moment, Song Lanyi and Huo Qubing's will sublimated.

Huo Qubing is Song Lanyi, and Song Lanyi is Huo Qubing. At this moment, the two of them, the tip of their swords, points directly at their fate.

Her dry and flaky lips squirmed slightly, and finally she only said one word - "Dad".

I saw a figure suddenly appearing on the bronze mirror.

boom!

The waves rolled and the thunder roared.

Throughout the ages, the first person to break fate and reach the other side of the underworld has appeared!

When he saw Song Lanyi, there seemed to be a flash of light on the mirror, and a metallic, inorganic voice gradually sounded:

As long as they are in the big dye vat of the world of mortals, few people can be completely unaffected by fate.

But at this moment, she suddenly discovered that the rust on the bronze mirror slowly peeled off, revealing an astonishing brilliance.

She caressed the mirror surface with her bare hands, as if at this moment, she was empathizing with the bronze mirror that came from nowhere and disappeared from nowhere.

Monks have always believed this.

Because he had a hunch that this question might shake his inner persistence.

But Song Lanyi... Although she is still in the cage of the world of mortals, she has created her own path.

Song Lanyi's green sleeves were flying in the air, and an exquisite and clear blood jade mask covered her face, revealing only a pair of dark and deep eyes and a fair and smooth chin.

Song Hanhai seemed to feel something, and turned around, as if he heard the sound, and turned his head in disbelief.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

At this critical moment, a huge gap appeared.

the other side.

Before Song Lanyi finished speaking, Song Hanhai laughed.

"Welcome back...Captain Ten Thousands...Ning...Ning..."

At the end of the sentence, the voice seemed to be stuck.

Fate is like a big net in the mortal world.

It is a kind of longing and pain that has gone through the vicissitudes of time and is difficult to heal as time goes by.

This Buddha seems to be incarnating into Optimus Prime, transforming into a Buddhist kingdom of heaven and earth, and preaching the Buddha's will and thoughts in the desert.

Within a moment, the flesh and blood on her body had withered away in large areas, and even after only the white bones were left, there were still deep marks left on the white bones.

He was still a little suspicious, but still shouted hoarsely, "Good girl?"

Buddhism emphasizes the pursuit of fate and being at ease with circumstances. It believes that the suffering and fate suffered in this life will turn into blessings in the next life.

Above the underworld, she could only use her body and the Big Book to maximize her body, fists and kicks.

Song Lanyi was stunned.

He looked at Song Lanyi, feeling suddenly confused.

I could only hold my breath and watch Song Lanyi's movements.

I saw that the distance between her and the shore went from a hundred feet, to ten feet, to one foot... until it reached one inch!

Song Lanyi tiptoed a little harder.

"Dad, why don't you stay in Shuobei and go to the Buddhist country? Your daughter has never been to that place. What if there is danger? Dad, your daughter has a future, why don't you just enjoy life honestly?

Okay..."

Stop!

Just stand firm!

The people on the shore were silent at this time.

Song Lanyi immediately became angry.

Perhaps before today, the Yin spirits in Tianmen City might not know what the last hurdle on the road to the underworld is.

But today, they understand.

This is fate.

Song Lanyi's eyes were firm, and he jumped into the gap, fighting with the thread of fate all the way, bleeding continuously, even the skirt of his clothes was covered with blood, and the blood stains of different shades were like a blooming flower.

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Song Lanyi just glanced at it casually at first, but when she saw the picture on the bronze mirror, she was startled, and then subconsciously widened her eyes to look.

Is the bottom line right?

He didn't understand it back then, so he asked his master and found out that it was related to fate.

Instead, it is a desolate and lonely place.

After taking a closer look, I realized that it was none other than a mirror.

The moment the divine light appeared, the thread of fate was pierced again.

Do bronze mirrors... also have feelings?

Song Lanyi couldn't help but think about this problem.

But for some reason, Song Lanyi felt a strong sense of sadness.

It's just that the mirror is dim and can barely reveal a blurry outline, which is not even as clear as the pool of water under the moonlight.

But today, he was completely stunned.

When conditions come, they gather; when conditions disappear, they disperse.

Looking back at the other side, there are no flowers on the other side as Song Lanyi thought, nor the Naihe Bridge and Meng Po Soup as imagined.

She turned her head and looked at the shore where Lord Su was, only to find that they had all disappeared, leaving only a mist.

In the Buddha's lowered and compassionate eyes, Song Hanhai was walking alone in a piece of yellow sand.

On the sand dunes, apart from the dead vegetation, there is only the Buddha standing in the sky and the earth.

Like an ant crawling in the sky and earth.

She tried to take a step forward, but felt something pinched her toe.

——Cultivation of life!

The body is like a duckweed, but one cannot control one's fate.

No matter what the origin of this bronze mirror was or what the story was, I immediately spoke out all my inner thoughts.

But the more fate is like this, the more Song Lanyi doesn't believe in fate!

The snow-robed monk standing in the middle of the underworld was completely stunned.

Or is it right to cultivate your life?

He didn't dare to think deeply.

The background of this figure is a land full of yellow sand and flying dust.

When Song Lanyi stepped onto the other side of Huangquan.

This hurdle is fate.

Song Lanyi lowered his head and dug the thing out of the ground.

There are even a few verses in Buddhist classics:

A monk asked the ancient Buddha: What is the heart of the ancient Buddha?

The ancient Buddha replied: The weight falls into the well and the East China Sea floats.

On Huangquan, the thread of fate is everywhere, but when Song Lanyi pointed it out, that bright divine light almost took away everyone's attention.

He only said softly, "Dad knows. I just don't want to be too far away from you."

His daughter is becoming more and more radiant, so much so that as a father, it seems that he can only stand still and look at her daughter's brilliance from afar.

But Song Hanhai didn't want this.

Song Lanyi was speechless for a moment.

End~
Chapter completed!