In the raging fire, Youtanhua shook his head with tears in his eyes, but could only watch as Mu Fusheng approached him little by little with difficulty.
She bit her lip until it was bleeding, but she couldn't stop Mu Fusheng at all.
Mu Fusheng is a disciple of Buddhism. He can obviously stand high and be admired by everyone, so why should he follow her in the mud in embarrassment?
In that move of ten thousand years of reincarnation, Mu Fusheng used the relic obtained from Nanyin Temple, but still exhausted his Buddhist power.
The exhaustion of Fo's power caused the muscles all over his body to ache. He was like a collapsed old man, falling apart with every step he took.
But he couldn't stop. The senior needed him, so how could he bear to leave the senior to suffer alone in the sea of misery.
Fortunately, the red lotus karma fire and the rampant demonic energy seemed to be afraid of the Buddha's natural righteousness. They were wreaking havoc elsewhere but did not dare to get close to Mu Fusheng.
Youtanhua stared stiffly at Mu Fusheng's slow movements bit by bit, until her trembling hands were covered by a pair of big hands.
These big hands are calm and cold, like a gust of cool wind blowing in on a hot summer day.
There were big beads of sweat on Mu Fusheng's forehead. He raised his lips and said softly: "Senior, I'm sorry, the young monk is late."
Udanhua stared blankly at the person in front of him, that purely righteous Buddhist disciple who had exhausted his Buddhist power for her and now came to die again. What was he trying to do?
Could it be that a Buddhist with deep roots of wisdom is actually a fool?
If she can't control a Buddha who has lost his power, she can kill him with just one finger.
Thinking of this, Youtanhua suddenly realized why her consciousness came back little by little when Mu Fusheng's hand covered hers.
She looked at the two people's clasped hands in shock, and saw a golden Buddha's light from those big hands slowly being transmitted into her hands.
Wherever the Buddha's light went, the demonic blood stopped stirring, and the demonic energy injected into Lou Ying also stopped shouting.
But... hasn't Mu Fusheng's Buddhist power been exhausted?
Mu Fusheng still had a gentle face and a slight smile on his lips, but the vitality of a monk was disappearing from his body bit by bit.
Youtanhua suddenly pulled out his hand, but Mu Fusheng held it tightly, and their fingers were interlocked.
"You are crazy! Let go! You will die, you are consuming your own spiritual roots!" Udanhua struggled.
Mu Fusheng still refused to let go. He smiled and said: "Senior, I forgot, this young monk is a disciple of the Buddha and will not die."
Mu Fusheng smiled so sincerely that Udanhua was in a daze for a moment and almost believed his words.
But Yutanhua's hundreds of years of practice experience told her that even if she is a Buddhist, she is nothing without her spiritual roots.
Youtanhua shook his head crazily: "Mu Fusheng, you liar, you liar, let me go!"
Mu Fusheng only whispered softly in her ear:
"Senior, the young monk was controlled by others that day. How could he be willing to use the Buddha's seal to suppress you?"
"Senior, you should sleep well at night from now on. The young monk has copied a sutra and placed it in Futan Temple. If you can't sleep, just recite it. It will be useful."
"Also, that day in the inn at the foot of Dahuang Mountain, the senior did not meet the young monk..."
Before Mu Fusheng could finish his words, a strong force hit his palms, and the fingers that he and Youtanhua held were opened by the impact.
I saw that the scarlet color in Udanhua's eyes had completely faded, the demonic energy on his body had also dissipated, and his expression was clear but sad.
She pulled Mu Fusheng's crumbling body into her arms: "Mu Fusheng, who allows you to act on your own initiative and activate your spiritual roots? I am a demon and you are a Buddha. How can there be any reason to sacrifice the Buddha to save the demon?
Are you a fool?"
Although Mu Fusheng was weak, there was still a hint of joy in the corner of his eyes: "Senior, you are better."
"Answer my question." Udanhua insisted.
"Senior, if everything in this world could be explained by reason, it would be a lot less fun. The young monk is so happy for senior." Mu Fusheng's eyes were gentle, but he could no longer open them.
He leaned on Youtanhua's shoulder. His body was exhausted to the extreme, but his heart was very peaceful. He could finally close his eyes with peace of mind.
A drop of crystal tears fell from Youtanhua's expressionless face, and landed on Mu Fusheng's face.
Mu Fusheng wanted to raise his hands to wipe Udanhua's tears, but his hands were weak. He couldn't even move a finger.
His voice was very low, as if he had tried his best: "Don't... cry... I... can still be reincarnated..."
"Don't talk."
After saying that, Udanhua raised his arm and wiped the dirty demon blood from his lips several times.
Then, she lowered her head and covered Mu Fusheng's cold and bloodless lips with her thin lips.
The tip of the tongue with the fresh and bloody sweetness pried open Mu Fusheng's teeth, and introduced a warm breath into Mu Fusheng's mouth bit by bit.
This is Utanhua's natal vitality, which can protect Mu Fusheng's life for seven days. However, within seven days of leaving the body, Utanhua will also die.
Mu Fusheng raised his eyelids, not knowing why, but in the thick darkness, he seemed to see the beautiful shadow cast by his senior on him.
He suddenly wanted to laugh. He felt that he would have no regrets in this life or death.
But he didn't even have the strength to move his lips in response to his senior.
Soon, Youtanhua pulled away from Mu Fusheng's lips and snorted coldly: "Without my consent, even the Lord of Hell will not be able to take you away from me. I will find the largest one in Nanyang."
Relic, repair your spiritual roots. Before that, sleep well."