Qu Lang knelt on the ground with a thud, swearing that he would find the mice in the dark in the shortest time to get out the cramps and skin them, and would never let the Lord take any more attention.

Rong Xian let him go, looked down at the corpse on the ground, and said, "Troubleshoot it."

After saying that, the mist disappeared cleanly.

Qu Lang didn't dare to delay any of it, and quickly eliminated all the clues of Rong Xian's aura after he appeared, and then wiped his cold sweat and summoned his subordinates to do things.

Although he was threatened by the Lord, Qu Lang was still very excited. This was a fight with people outside the Xiao Qian Realm. Unlike beating the famous and upright sects in the Xiao Qian Realm, if he could really uproot those people this time, wouldn’t it mean that he won the outside world?

Excited.

Not mentioning Qu Lang's passionate appearance, Rong Xian left here and quickly came to a hidden place.

The mist dissipated, and there was still a white skirt rubbing against a little dust, with a little blood on it.

But her complexion improved a lot. No matter how strong her injuries were, the vitality in the Wood Spirit Pearl would be healed most of the time.

Although her clothes were stained with dirty clothes, her posture was still elegant and her steps were calm.

Then, she turned a corner and her eyes fell on the people who were wearing green clothes and quietly waiting for the people there.

The man turned his head and it was the left guardian.

He looked Rong Xian carefully, and a faint joke ejaculation emerged from the corner of his mouth: "You don't look ordinary."

Rong Xian narrowed her eyes, and the harmless aura around her changed instantly. Her temperament was as deep as the sea. Her phoenix eyes were so clean that she could not leave any shadows.

Her tone was slightly raised, no longer as soft and gentle as before, but instead gave people a sense of being above.

She said: "It seems that Leng Ningyue is here too."

The Zuo Guardian was ordered by her to protect Rong Yu at Wuxin Cliff. After Rong Yu left, he stayed at Wuxin Cliff to monitor Leng Ningyue. At this time, he appeared in Shiqiaojian, proving that Leng Ningyue must have come. After all, the Zuo Guardian did not have the courage to violate her orders.

A stream of light flashed through the left guardian's eyes and said in awe: "You are still as powerful as ever, and you can see through everything easily."

Rong Xian smiled slightly, as warm as a kind person.

The left guardian shivered uncontrollably, rubbed the goosebumps on his body and was silent.

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

Left Protector: "..." Then don't scare me!

"No self." Rong Xian called out, his tone was light and unreal, and it was vague and unpredictable.

The expression on the left guardian's face disappeared instantly, and the demonic energy around him dissipated, becoming pure and clear, clean and holy.

At this moment, the auras around him and Rong Xian actually coincided for another moment.

"All actions are impermanent, and everything is suffering. All dharmas have no self, and nirvana is joy. Amitabha Buddha." The Buddha beads on the wrist of the self fell on the palm of the hand.

He stood there holding the Buddhist beads in his hand, his eyes calmly looking at Rong Xian, and he heard him speak lightly: "Rong Donor, I am polite to me."

Rong Xian's phoenix eyes were as clear as the sky. She looked at Wuwo and sighed quietly: "Hanxi Temple is still there. If you want to go back, go back."

The man in green stood there, his long hair was tied up by a wooden hairpin, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly restrained, and he was handsome.

He looked at Rong Xian quietly, and another trace of sadness was mixed in his calm eyes, "I can't go back."

He paused for a moment, his voice still faint, as if there was no sorrow or joy: "Hanxi Temple is still there, the old friend is no longer there, and I am already a demon and can't get out."

Rong Xian smiled softly, and the breath around her body warmed up, as if the spring breeze blew on the earth. She smiled so hard that her eyebrows were curved, holy and compassionate: "The Buddhist saying is that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. As long as you kill the demon in your heart, you can get out."

Wuwo looked at her, and there was a kind of unshakable calm in his dark eyes. He spoke gently, and every word was like a Buddha's verse: "All living things have their own principles, and so is the demon. Although the Buddha has the Vajra of Grim, I am willing to save the demon with my own body."

"Is that?" Rong Xian took a step forward. The curve of the slightly curved corner of her mouth was the pair of eyes that looked like deep sea, and a gentle and weightless tone. "No self, you just don't want to come out. Has your Buddha told you how a soul who does not want to be redeemed can walk out of hell?"

Wuwo looked up at the sky, as if he saw the Buddha who was once solemn in the hall.

Then, he looked at Rong Xian calmly and said in a calm tone: "I have already deviated from the Buddha who is tall and fallen into the boundless abyss."

Because I have someone who is deeply concerned about me, that person is more important than Buddha.

In the end, she died.

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

Rong Xian's eyelashes trembled slightly, his voice seemed to be remembered and sad: "My cousin will not come back. I have no self, and my obsession should be broken, so I should not fall into it."

Although she is not a good person, she is unwilling to watch the last old friend sink into the darkness and can no longer find her former appearance. She is unwilling to have the clean memory of her former beyond recognition.

Wu I met her clear phoenix eyes, and it was rare to stare. The Buddha above the distance seemed to be looking at him with compassion.

He said: "Everyone in the world has obsessions, there are mere monks, donors, immortals, and demons. If obsessions can be simply eliminated, it is not obsessions."

He can't forget his girl's obsession and affection when she saw him laughing unconsciously, his girl's shy blush when she brought her a newly sewn monk's robe, his girl's domineering declaration that he is hers, and his girl always sneaks in when he is doing evening classes and keeps asking: Which one is more important, I, Buddha or Buddha?

Wu I plucked the Buddhist beads, and over the years he returned to that scene in his dreams countless times, his girl asked in his ears over and over again: Which one is more important than Buddha?

He gently held his girl and told her firmly: You are more important than Buddha.

Then his girl looked shy and said goodbye to Buddha and lived happily together.

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

When he said goodbye to Buddha and was about to grow old with his beloved girl, his girl left him and never came back.

The Buddha said that all conditioned dharmas are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning, and should be viewed in this way.

But the Buddha cannot do it.

He held the Buddhist beads tightly and murmured softly: "Amitabha."

Rong Xian did not advise again that the devastating disaster of the Rong clan at that time destroyed more than Wu Yi.

She watched Wuwo's ​​calm eyes burst out, and then the clean breath around her body was immediately stained with demonic energy, and a joking smile appeared on the corner of her slightly pursed lips.

"Has the Lord finished the old story?" said the Left Guardian.
Chapter completed!