Chapter 300: What is under your feet is the Buddha
The heavy snowfall in winter came earlier than in previous years.
The whole wilderness was covered by this heavy snow.
There were far fewer people standing on the tower, but Mucang still stood there, looking at the young man.
But on this day, I couldn't find that figure.
In the heavy snow that night, the young man was wrapped in the drifting snow, and the bones on the ground were also buried by the heavy snow.
Looking around, the wasteland and the green mountains in the distance became a vast expanse of white.
Some warriors climbed up the tower and looked at the wasteland.
"Where's that madman?"
"Look at that snow bag, that madman is pressing on it."
"I haven't seen him move these days. He can't be dead."
"Probably not. I heard from the gods in the city that the lunatic is extraordinary and even more powerful than them. I'm afraid he won't freeze to death."
"Aren't you going to die?"
"Speaking of which, it's been almost a year, and I don't know when I will see the demon."
"You want to meet a monster?"
"yes……"
The young swordsman said: "Isn't traveling around the world just to gain knowledge?"
The person who was talking to him smiled and said: "You are young after all, but I have to say good things to you. When we meet, don't wet your pants."
"How could it be? Since we are all here, how can I be afraid?"
"That's not what you say. In the past nearly a year, many people have come and many have left. Only the seniors who came first have stayed here the longest. For you younger generations, maybe this is
It’s like playing house, but for us, it determines us and determines the life and death of millions of people.”
The young swordsman was very puzzled after hearing these words. He still didn't understand what was so scary. How could there be tens of thousands of people in this city afraid of that little monster clan.
After all, you are still too young.
…
The green mountains in the distance are also covered with heavy snow.
Seeing the vast expanse of white in the blue sky, he murmured: "Brother Chen, it's snowing again."
Chen Changsheng heated up a pot of tea and looked at the hill on the wasteland.
His hand holding the teapot paused and he whispered one word.
"Um."
Qingtianyou looked back at him and asked, "Is he still alive?"
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "Not yet, but it may not be long before the snow falls."
Qingtian You was in a daze for a moment.
But he said something like this: "Go earlier. If you go earlier, you will be relieved."
Qingtian You never thought that one day he would wish someone to die like this.
Chen Changsheng sighed and said: "Now that the divine realm is rising more and more, the world can no longer wait any longer. This method can help him escape."
After hearing this, Qingtian You paused and asked, "Isn't this snow an accident?"
Chen Changsheng said: "The demon territory is so vast, why does the heavy snow only fall here?"
Qing Tianyou clenched his fists and said, "How could you do this?"
"The next work is the next work..."
Chen Changsheng murmured: "But it can finally set him free."
Qing Tianyou's clenched fists relaxed.
He lowered his head, his mood indescribable.
Chen Changsheng stood up and went down the mountain for the first time since he had been on this mountain for so many years.
Qing Tianyou looked at the gentleman wearing a green shirt.
Suddenly I felt that Brother Chen was so cold at certain times, but then I thought about it, what can Brother Chen do?
Maybe he was helpless too.
Chen Changsheng walked into the white expanse.
Snow fell on Chen Changsheng's shoulders like catkins, leaving a footprint wherever it passed.
The sound of howling wind passed by Chen Changsheng's ears.
He walked forward and came to the hill.
The people on the tower looked up.
"Who is that?"
"Why is there anyone outside the city?"
"Is it human?"
Mucang's eyes fell on the blue shirt.
He was startled for a moment and recalled that figure.
"Mr. Chen..."
Mucang reached out and held the gun, while the warriors and monks on the tower were talking quietly.
He vaguely seemed to have guessed something.
"Old Scar!"
Mucang shouted.
Old Scarzi woke up from his nap. He looked at Mucang and asked, "What?"
Mucang turned his head and said solemnly: "Assemble the army! Prepare for war!"
Old Scar was startled and looked towards the wasteland.
After a moment, he understood.
"Go now!"
He held the knife tightly and walked down the tower step by step.
Chen Changsheng left a footprint on that wasteland.
He reached out his hand and brushed the flying snow off the young man's body.
The young man's figure was revealed.
His breath was weak and his face was even pale.
In fact, he should have left long ago.
Probably because he went crazy and forgot many things, he was able to stay stagnant in this wasteland for nearly a year.
When a person exchanges demon blood, although he gains the power of a great demon, it is constantly consuming his lifespan, and this heavy snowfall is like the last straw, suppressing his last breath.
The young man was in a daze. He opened his eyes slightly and saw a green shirt in his vision.
Chen Changsheng sat in the snow and asked softly: "Do you still remember me?"
The young man's breath was weak and he shook his head.
He seemed to no longer recognize this gentleman.
But after a moment, he nodded again.
Because the people in front of him always gave him a familiar feeling.
He just couldn't remember.
Chen Changsheng stretched out his hand, brushed off the snow flakes from his shoulder, and said, "You asked Chen if you could save millions of people by killing you alone..."
"Now you have really done it."
"Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, but in fact Chen prefers you to become a killer. If that's the case, maybe these sufferings won't happen to you, but you are a stubborn person."
"So when it comes to benevolence, Chen is far less vulgar than you."
There was confusion in the young man's eyes. He didn't seem to understand what the person in front of him was talking about.
The young man hesitated for a long time and asked: "What is Buddha?"
Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment, then he thought about it and spoke.
"What's under your feet..."
"That's the Buddha."
The young man's breath became weaker and weaker. He looked down and found that there was nothing under his feet.
What is Buddha?
He felt that the person in front of him was so strange.
But why didn't I resist at all?
The scene in front of the young man suddenly became a little drowsy.
He asked: "Am I going to die too..."
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "Yes."
There was a look of relief on the young man's face, and he said, "After you die, can you see...meet your former friends?"
Chen Changsheng paused slightly, nodded and said, "Of course."
"That's good……"
The corners of the young man's mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile.
Chen Changsheng stretched out his hand and touched his head, and said: "I will be an ordinary person in my next life. If I can't do it, then I will become a killer instead of a monk."
"Kill, kill..."
The scene in front of the young man's eyes was completely dark.
At the moment before his consciousness was completely cut off, he asked the doubts in his heart.