In the air.

The dense golden Buddha culture is a golden lotus, covering two women, one big and one small.

Su Yuren held Gu Xiaoya's hand, and was moved. She looked at the monk outside the golden lotus and sighed: "It's been a thousand years. Brother Zizai, let me go."

The monk smiled and said, "I have never forced myself, so how can I let it go."

Su Yuren's eyes were complicated and she said, "But you... have been forcing me..."

The monk's eyes were dull and said, "I am just keeping the oath I once said. Yu'er, anyone can die, only you can't."

"You only have this life..."

“…”

Su Yuren said softly: "Where are you, you have no next life, and only this life is left."

The monk smiled as cheerful as when he was a child, and said gently: "It's okay for me. As long as you are well, I will die without regrets."

Su Yuren shook her head gently, unwilling to do so.

The monk spoke again and said, "I don't have much time left. Yu'er, I'm sorry, let me force you for the last time."

"Go to sleep..."

As the words finished, the Buddha sounded.

Su Yuren and Gu Xiaoya's souls trembled slightly, and they slowly closed their eyes

"Zizai...brother..."

"Uncle..."

“…”

The golden Buddha light appeared, and the souls of the two women began to merge.

See this.

Gu Xiu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "You said that I am unknown. Since that is the case, maybe I can save her."

The sound of Buddha continues.

The monk closed his eyes and said, "He told the little monk that the donor could not save him. For the little monk, the donor here is helping the little monk save people."

Gu Xiu suppressed his anger and said, "So, how do you want to save now?"

The monk said: "The little monk originally wanted to use the soul-slide technique to change their soul fate, but the birth date and horoscope are not in line with each other, and the age is only suitable. The technique of soul-slide is very difficult. Fortunately, with the donor, there is a trace of variables in the dark, so that this technique can be successful."

"It's just that success is the donor, failure is the donor."

"Now, the soul-sliding technique has been interrupted by the donor. The little monk can only use this last little time and the last little power to use the art of communicating the soul."

"Once the art of communicating souls is completed, their souls and fate will be combined into one."

"Yu'er's fate is that her beauty has a poor life and can't survive 28."

"The little monk tried his best and with the help of the White Lotus throne, he forced Yu'er's soul and body to leave until now, a thousand years later."

Gu Xiu's face changed and he said, "When fate is combined, Xiaoya will become weak and will not live to be sixteen years old?"

The monk nodded slightly and said, "Yes, the donor is an unknown person. The little monk is powerless now. In this way, the little monk can only put his hope on the donor."

"Before 28, the donor must change his fate for them against the will of heaven. Otherwise, Yu'er will die, and the little donor will die."

"Although the art of sharing souls is not born in the same way, it dies together."

“…”

Gu Xiu clenched his bloody fist and gritted his teeth and said, "How to change his fate?"

The monk paused and said, "The little monk... I don't know..."

You're on the horse...

Gu Xiu closed his eyes.

The monk said: "The donor can no longer stop the little monk from the art of communicating souls. In return, this Buddhist treasure, the White Lotus throne will be given to the donor. The little monk has made a vow in it that after the donor changes his destiny, the White Lotus throne will be lifted and used by the donor."

While talking.

On the White Lotus Throne, Su Yuren's body disappeared without a trace.

Eighteen Buddhist beads fell into the white lotus throne and turned into eighteen white lotus seeds.

Then, the white lotus throne shrank, the lotus leaves closed, and finally came to Gu Xiu, floating.

Gu Xiu opened his eyes and said, "Without you, I can get this thing."

The monk said, "The throne has a spirit. If I die, the throne will return to the Pure Land. It cannot be found and the donor cannot obtain it. Now, the little monk has made a vow that the throne will not leave and will be taken away by you."

"The little monk has nothing, I hope the donor will forgive me."

Gu Xiu looked at the White Lotus Throne and reached out to catch it.

【Distributed bug, is it forcibly bound?】

Bind.

The white lotus throne dissipated, appeared on the back of Yu Gu Xiu's hand, and turned into a shallow lotus mark.

It's just bound, but it still can't be used. I can't see the effect of this Buddhist treasure, White Lotus throne.

Obviously, this is because of the monk's oath seal.

"The donor is more of an ordinary person."

Seeing this, the monk was relieved and said, "That's good, good."

Gu Xiu breathed slowly and said calmly: "Monk, I really want to kill you thousands of times. Even so, I won't relieve my hatred."

The fusion of soul and fate is completed.

The monk smiled, raised his hand to support the two girls' souls, came to Gu Xiaoya's body, knelt on the ground, and gently put his soul in.

Gu Xiu stood aside, put away the stone giant doll, and watched this scene helplessly.

Nothing can be done.

What kind of invincibility is not omnipotence after all...

The soul returns to the body.

The monk's eyes were gentle and he stroked it gently, but his palm passed through Gu Xiaoya's cheek.

After coming back to his senses, the monk smiled and said, "Is the donor willing to listen to the little monk telling some long-standing stories?"

Gu Xiu picked up Gu Xiaoya without saying anything.

The monk didn't care, knelt on the ground, raised his head slightly, his eyes always fell on Gu Xiaoya's face, and he slowly began to tell.

"A thousand years ago, there were two children in a small mountain village..."

“…”

for a long time.

Silence was restored to the main hall.

Without the sound of Buddha, without the light of Buddha, there is a dead silence.

The monk, either.

After telling the past story, the monk's soul disappeared.

The monk who has lost his next life will completely disappear into this world and become an existence in memory.

As for that story...

Gu Xiu came to his senses, came to the monk's headless body, and touched it.

The next moment.

The body also dissipated, leaving only a dark red robe and a golden relics on the spot.

The treasure chest emerged.

The system prompt sounded.

Gu Xiu was not in the mood to pay attention to these things now, so he kicked the treasure chest open with a random kick, put away the golden skill book inside, and the dark red robe and relics beside him, then hugged Gu Xiaoya, who was still sleeping, and left the hall.

The art of sharing souls…

Before the age of sixteen, you must go against the will of heaven and change your fate...

There are still four years left.

Four years...

Gu Xiu looked at the little girl in his arms and his eyes became firm.

The little girl talked to herself in her soul state before her death, and the monk conveyed it to him.

This made him suddenly realize that Gu Xiaoya was not ignorant.
To be continued...