The disciples of Nanyin Temple in the barrier did not know what was happening outside, and were still waiting eagerly to be rescued.
Guan Kong fell to the side in pain. He had already lost his life. The life and death curse on Qu Wanning's body had been broken, but the abbots of other temples did not move for a long time. He could hardly imagine what was going on outside.
He would rather let Guan Zai take his life early than go out alive and face the criticism. His momentary greed made a big mistake and plunged him into a place of no return.
Guan Zai suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. He counted with his fingers that it was time to send them off.
Guan Kong reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief in despair, and was about to welcome the long-awaited death. The other Buddhist monks howled, and the believers sat together and trembled.
As he gathered strength, the Zen staff in his hand began to shake crazily, and golden halos surrounded him.
At this time, Guan Zai felt an unusual breath being injected into the barrier. At first, he thought it was some overestimating monk who wanted to break the barrier, but the next second he realized that the breath was
So familiar, so kind.
At this time, Qu Wanning was placing her palms on the barrier. She did not use any magic power, but just passed her breath through the barrier to Guan Zai.
Suddenly, the barrier suddenly collapsed. Guan, who was in great distress, closed the barrier himself and searched around hesitantly.
When he saw Qu Wanning in a red robe, he froze, as if he was petrified, and murmured: "Wanning... Wanning... is... you?"
Qu Wanning stepped forward and hugged Guan Zai's stiff body in her arms. Her slender fingers caressed Guan Zai's vicissitudes of face, caressing the hideous scars on his face with tenderness, and a drop of crystal tears rolled down:
"Look, I've suffered a lot from you these past few years."
Guan Zai used to be so energetic, but now in order to avenge her, he tortured himself into this state.
Guan Kong, who was lying on the side, looked at the two figures hugging each other with scarlet eyes. He picked up his broken Zen staff with his still healthy hand and swung it at the two people with all his magic power.
Mu Fusheng noticed Guan Kong's intention and immediately stepped forward to stop him, but You Tanhua hooked a finger on his back collar: "You should not interfere with their affairs, not to mention that Qu Wanning is the person chosen by me.
, if you are still so stupid now, all my hard work will be wasted."
At the critical moment, before Guan Kong's Zen staff could touch the two of them, a long red sword stabbed Guan Kong's chest mercilessly.
Qu Wanning laughed: "Guan Kong, from the day you imprisoned me and used me as a tool to vent your desires, you should have been prepared to die at my hands."
As soon as Qu Wanning spoke, Guan Zai's eyes widened and he trembled: "You... what did you say? You didn't die because of him..."
Guan Zai didn't say any more, Qu Wanning's forbearing look already told him the answer.
Instead, Guan Kong smashed the jar and said: "Junior brother, so what if she is the person you hold dear to your heart, but she is suppressed by me like an animal. So what if she is the proud son of the emperor, or the beloved daughter of the emperor? Look at it.
What you look like now..."
The blood all over Guan Zai's body was boiling. Before Guan Kong could finish speaking, he raised his Zen staff and directly knocked away Guan Kong's still intact hand.
Qu Wanning also sneered and drew out his sword: "Guan Kong, do you think I will let you die so easily? This sword was stabbed for my father. He has been practicing for hundreds of years and has never been an enemy to anyone, but you were
Killed."
Guzai fell to the ground in horror. He thought about death, but instead of being pierced by thousands of arrows and died miserably, he was so frightened that he ran away to the abbots.
Unexpectedly, Guan Zai used another Zen staff to crush Guan Kong's legs below the knees. Guan Zai fell to the ground in a bloody mess, with every part of his skin screaming with fear and pain.
Facing Guan Zai, who was writhing like a maggot on the ground, Qu Wanning became even more comfortable. She raised her sword and stabbed it again: "This sword belongs to my junior sister. She has only been in the profession for ten days and is only eight years old.
Sui, you beast, you can't even let her go."
Qu Wanning's face was spattered with blood, but her face was expressionless, like a machine controlled by hatred. There were many bones lying on the ground, and she was going to return all the pain to Guan Zai a thousand times!
Du Kong really couldn't stand it any longer, and just as he was about to step forward, Guan Kong stood in front of him, his blood-stained Zen staff hitting the ground with a thud: "Who dares to step forward!"
The Buddhist monks trapped in the Nanyin Temple were so frightened that they wet their pants and shouted for help: "Abbots, please save us, please save us."
But none of the abbots from other temples came forward. Anyone who comes forward now would be too tired to do anything.
Mu Fusheng did not come forward. He just ordered Mu Mingjing to evacuate all the believers who had nothing to do with the matter.
Youtanhua glanced at Mu Fusheng, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Little monk, your Buddhism says that you should put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. Shouldn't you persuade them to put down their hatred and turn around?"
Mu Fusheng meditated on the spot, clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, only by consciously awakening Him can he save all sentient beings. The young monk is also a living being. When encountering such difficulties, the young monk cannot laugh them off, so why persuade them to turn back? All the young monk can do is to save Nanyin Temple.
Everyone."
Udanhua narrowed his eyes and asked again: "If you are watching, what should you do?"
Mu Fusheng closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he looked at Youtanhua with a firm gaze: "The young monk should try his best to prevent her from suffering this disaster."
You Tanhua avoided Mu Fusheng's gaze and said: "Under the overturned nest, how can there be a complete egg? In the struggle for orthodoxy, no matter how strong one's personal power is, it is nothing more than a fly shaking a tree. Little monk, each person has his or her destiny as soon as he is born.
For example, you are a completely upright Buddhist disciple, while I am a vicious female devil. Different Taoisms do not work together, so you can see."