If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

Wuyan is very close to Cheng Siqi.

Cheng Siqi lowered his eyes slightly, and in his slightly distracted field of vision, he could even see the string of Buddhist beads on Wuyan's neck suddenly snap apart.

The condensed and smooth Buddhist beads were smashed into the blood one by one, covering them with dust.

He raised his hand to hold Wuyan's wrist, and saw the festering flesh on it, "Yehuo... burnt?"

Insatiable did not answer.

He stretched out his other hand and hugged Cheng Siqi into his arms, and slowly wiped Cheng Siqi's blood-soaked temple hair with his thin, cool lips. His lips parted slightly, and a line of blood slowly spilled out.Sensing the surge of blood in his body, he pursed his lips insatiably, and then stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it. Feeling the smell of blood, he suddenly tightened his five fingers.

There was a light click.

The defenseless golden core shattered in an instant.

Countless rays of golden light penetrated Cheng Siqi's body and shot in all directions, instantly piercing him riddled with holes.

Wuyan felt that the person in his arms twitched in pain, but he didn't raise the broken sword to give him a hit, but stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly.Cheng Siqi's breath with a sticky bloody smell was right next to his ears. He opened his eyes, which were covered with a layer of clear water, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Wuyan, you really..."

Insatiable interrupted him: "Really."

Cheng Siqi was startled for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, pounced on him with his mouth full of blood, and almost crazily bit on Insanity's lips.Wuyan didn't dodge, even opened his mouth indulgently, and lightly licked the corner of Cheng Siqi's broken lips.

"You know what I'm asking...just tell the truth." Cheng Siqi's face quickly turned gray.

Wu Yan fed the Melting Blood Pill into his mouth, and said in a low voice: "If you can still ask this sentence after returning to your soul, then what if I broke the precept for you?"

"Spiritual soul... homing is... what?"

Cheng Siqi's fingers twitched as he gripped Insatiable's wrist, and slowly lost his strength, "I'm not, I'm not... I deliberately wanted to form a pill..."

A large stream of blood suddenly gushed out of his mouth, but the blood quickly turned from red to dark, drying on his lips bit by bit.

Insatiable flick of the wrist.

The hand holding him fell down like a dead branch broken by heavy snow.

Wu Yan hugged Cheng Siqi's breathless body and knelt on the ground, turned his hand and took out the Tengyun jade pendant that Lin Kongyu had given him before, pulled out Cheng Siqi's soul from the center of his eyebrows, and put it in it.

After doing this, his face turned pale.

After all, he was still a golden core, and he shattered a high-grade golden core against the aftermath of the catastrophe, and even captured the soul and true spirit, which was already seriously injured.At this time, I'm afraid that just coming to the early stage of Golden Core will kill him.

A ray of sword light came from afar and landed in front of his eyes.

Wu Yan raised his eyes, and glanced at Lin Kongyu who was sitting on the sword, his eyes were like a deep pool: "You are alone, and you want to pick up on me?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lin Kongyu opened his mouth, but the words he had prepared got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.He closed his eyes in vain, and said: "When you chose the path of slaying demons and becoming babies, you should have thought about today."

Lin Kongyu opened his eyes, looked at the cassock that fell into the bloody water, and said in a low voice, "From the moment Cheng Siqi disappeared and you fell into an illusion, you have already been possessed. Karmic fire burns your body, you really can't avoid it." Is it? Liuli Tianhuo, do you really not know that someone set up a trap?"

He paused, his tone became more complicated, and sighed: "And...Cheng Siqi's Jiqing Sword Art, do you really not know what Jiqing Sword Art is?"

"Those who are extremely emotional are extremely Tao."

"Xuanjianzong's extreme emotion swordsmanship does not have demons at all, but only when demons are born due to emotion, and then beheaded, can they achieve great success. Cheng Siqi did not enter the mortal world because of demons, but because there are no demons. ...You knew this earlier, why did you treat him so well again and again? Do you want to wait for his soul to return to his place, and cut you off with a sword?"

Lin Kongyu hooked the corners of his lips: "I said earlier, I don't understand you lunatics at all. If you don't go on the road to forming alchemy and infants, you have to gamble with your own life."

Insatiable and silent eyebrows moved slightly, he glanced at his hands, and said in a hoarse voice: "Martial nephew, do you know why Feng Duichao doesn't like you?"

Lin Kongyu didn't understand, so he shook his head and said, "You don't have to mock me, I know he has some disagreements with me..."

"Because love doesn't know where it comes from, it's a calamity." Wu Yan interrupted him, saying every word.

When he said those words, it was as if something had been broken, and blood kept pouring out from Wu Yan's mouth, soaking his cassock in an instant.

Lin Kongyu's complexion changed slightly: "It's better for you to say less about breaking the precept."

He frowned slightly, and said, "Your Dao has nothing to do with me. Master asked me to come to this secret realm, maybe I will have today. I don't know the redundant words and the truth you want. He gave me three jade slips before the trip, and now I have used two of them, and there is the last one left, he asked me to send it to you directly."

After finishing speaking, he took out a jade slip from the storage bag and threw it to Wuyan.

The jade slip flew towards Wuyan, and when it approached Wuyan, as if being held by an invisible hand, it stuck to Wuyan's eyebrows, and a gleam of light leaked out.

Lin Kongyu left behind the jade slips, and left with his sword, without further words.

On the journey of cultivating immortality, everyone has his own path, and everyone has his own choice, and he can't comment on it.But the young Buddhist cultivators who were full of vigor and vigor in the past seemed to be right in front of them, but now bloody flowers are scattered all over the place, and it is still unbearable to see them falling into this field.

The jade slip shattered between Wu Yan's eyebrows, turned into fly ash, and was blown away by the bloody wind.

He opened his eyes, slowly pulled out the palm inserted in Cheng Siqi's dantian, held it in front of his eyes for a moment, then stabbed his backhand into his lower abdomen, and took out a golden elixir wrapped in the phantom of a lotus flower.

Jin Dan seemed to have a premonition of something, and faintly trembled.

Wu Yan smiled, and like cracking an egg, he smashed the outer shell of the golden core open on the ground, and peeled out a white relic from the inside.

The moment the relic appeared, Insatiable's face quickly withered, and within a few breaths, it seemed as if thousands of years had passed, his eyebrows were frosty white, and wrinkled.

His qi and blood were exhausted almost instantly, but there was still a little left to support him to stand up, put Cheng Siqi on his back, hold the relic in one hand, and the jade pendant with Cheng Siqi's spirit in the other, and walked towards the end of the road of blood.

Not long after he walked, he found a weak spot in the membrane of the secret realm and sat down cross-legged.

Cheng Siqi's soul flew out of the jade pendant.

The Melting Blood Pill removed the demonic energy in his soul, but it also weakened the soul a lot, making Cheng Siqi's outline seem to gather and scatter, hazy.

"I was planning to slay demons and conceive babies for me, but I didn't expect it to be cheap for you."

He pinched Cheng Siqi's face with a smile, but his fingers penetrated through it.But he didn't care, picked up the relic and melted it into Cheng Siqi's body, then hugged his spirit and closed his eyes.

"Cheng Siqi, I'm waiting for your sword."

Obscure and mysterious scriptures murmured.

An illusory golden lotus slowly opened from under Wuyan's body, and slowly closed again, wrapping two spirits and true spirits in it, shrinking into a transparent flower bud, and shooting out suddenly, carrying an unparalleled sharpness and far-sightedness The coercion beyond this world forcefully tore open the weak point of the secret realm and rushed out.

The physical body that had lost its soul fell down slumped, hitting Cheng Siqi's limp body, and turned into dust.

The streamer is soaring into the sky, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun.

Lin Kongyu turned his head with a sense of feeling, and only saw the end of the streamer, "The relic of crossing the catastrophe, the secret art of reincarnation of the Buddhist sect... Wuyan really got the capital. It's just that the devil has already been formed, so what should I use to kill it?" ?”

Under the same sky, amidst the nightmare, an unremarkable cave was not even half collapsed, floating quietly in nothingness.

The door of the cave suddenly opened.

A handsome man in a blue robe with loose long hair and a sickly expression came out, raised his eyes and looked at the streamer from a distance.

Behind him, a woman in palace attire came out of the shadows with two pots of flowers, and said with a smile to the man, "Congratulations to your lord, the two seeds have been successfully planted, and you only need to wait for the flowers to bloom in the coming year to become a great way. Live happily ever after."

The appearance is different, but this voice is the voice of Mrs. Cheng who should have died in the Nine Rings Lost Formation long ago.

The green-robed man watched the streamer disappear without a trace, and coughed softly: "Two seeds... I don't know which one will bloom."

In the mortal world, 18 years later.

The heavy rain poured down, covering half of Fenglai Mountain.

A carriage was crawling slowly on the mountain road in a thunderstorm. The driver's coir raincoat was blown away by the strong wind. While drenched and whipping his whip, he watched the steep cliff next to him in fear, for fear that the horse would slip. , and buried the carriage.

"Son!"

The guard on horseback took two steps forward cautiously, and shouted, "It's raining and the road is slippery. Go to the pavilion in front to shelter from the rain! Zhaowen Temple is on the mountain, and I can't run, so I won't be in time." carve!"

There was no response from the carriage.

The guard wiped the rain from his face, stepped back and cursed: "Unlucky!"

Another guard followed, raised his voice in the noisy rain, and said closer: "What do you expect a fool to respond to you? He said he was a young master, but after all, he was not assigned to this idiot. The place is coming? Right now, the old lady is still alive, no one dares to do anything to this silly young master, from now on...hehe."

"This is bad luck!"

The two cursed a few more times, and were quickly drowned out by the louder rainstorm.

The coachman's hearing was excellent, and he heard the cursing behind him, but he dared not speak out.Although he sympathized with the little master in the car, but it was limited to sympathy.

"Cough... cough cough! cough cough..."

Suddenly there was a heart-piercing coughing sound from inside the carriage. Even the roaring rain and mountain wind couldn't suppress it, and it stabbed sharply and bloody.

The coachman frowned and sighed deeply.

He has been working in the Yan family for five or six years.Yan Ling, the young master of the Yan family in the carriage, heard about the deeds of the young master when he first entered the gate of the Yan family.

It is said that on the day Yan Ling was born, there was a rainbow flying in the sky, reflecting it like a sunny day for a radius of twenty li.The bedroom waiting for delivery was filled with lotus fragrance and Buddha's light, and even the eminent monks from the Daxiangguo Temple hurried over to give orders to Young Master Yan.This kind of background is held in the palm of the entire Yan family almost immediately after birth, especially the old lady who loves Buddhism.

But it didn't take long for the Yan family to discover that their eldest and young master couldn't speak or cry, and sat blankly all day long, not knowing what to read silently with his mouth open, as if he was a fool.

Famous doctors have seen it, and warlocks have looked for it, but they are all helpless.

Young Master Yan, who was regarded as a genius just a moment ago, was beaten into the dust in a blink of an eye, labeled a fool, and moved from the old lady's main courtyard to a remote and desolate courtyard.

"It's okay to be stupid."

The coachman sighed in his heart, "Stupid people have foolish blessings... stay at Yan's house, maybe one day there will be no bones left."

The coughing sound in the car gradually subsided, and there was an indistinct clatter, as if something had been knocked over.A medicine bottle tumbled through the crack of the car door and fell over the cliff at the driver's feet.

The group rested for a while at the gazebo on the way, and arrived in front of Zhaowen Temple when the rain stopped.

The rain washed the stone steps in front of the mountain temple clear and bright, and the fallen leaves were heavily pressed down by the water mist, floating and falling, and piled up on the stone steps.

A young monk in gray clothes wearing a bamboo hat was cleaning fallen leaves with a broom, sighing while sweeping, looking around, obviously bored and absent-minded.

Seeing the carriage approaching from a distance, the little monk immediately threw the broom and ran down the steps, "How many benefactors came from Yanjiao?"

The guard got off his horse, "Exactly. My young master will stay in the temple for a period of time, and I have to trouble the abbot and the young master to take care of him. I have something important to do, so I won't go in and visit. Yan Bing, don't ask the young master to come out yet." ?”

The guard glared at the coachman.

The driver knocked on the car door, but there was no response, so he had no choice but to push the car door open from the outside and open the curtain.

The interior of the carriage was dark, and at the same time as the door opened, a pale hand pressed down on the edge of the door and protruded out.

A handsome young man slowly came out of the car. No one helped him, so he slid over the shaft of the car bit by bit and jumped to the ground.

Only then did the little monk realize that the eyes of this very good-looking benefactor seemed to be a little dull and dull, and his behavior was also strange. It was very likely that he was an idiot as rumored.

He looked at the person quietly, but he didn't want to just stare for a long time, and the person's eyes suddenly looked over, straight and burning.

The little monk was startled, but after looking at Yan's family who had packed up their bags and was about to turn around and leave, he boldly walked up to the boy, picked up his burden, and put his arms around his shoulders, "I heard Master say that you It's the young master of the Yan family, Yan Ling? Can you understand me?"

The little monk took off his bamboo hat, showed a cheerful and handsome face, and looked at Yan Ling with a smile, "It's okay if you don't understand. The poor monk Siqi, the Siqi who sees the virtuous, and the sleeping beauty who likes to drink and eat meat... Well, of course, I haven't had any wine, Master Meat won't let me eat it, and I can't see beauties...all of them are bald..."

"But it's good that you're here, you're good-looking and not bald, so you can barely be considered a beauty."

He stared at the boy's earlobe, "Hey, Master Yan, let me tell you, I got a lot of beautiful dresses from sister Ling'er, show me if you can wear them later..."

The author has something to say: no more bold words, updated QAQ in the afternoon

See you tomorrow night!Really not cruel!