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Nagamo realized that she was haunted by an illusion.

But the hallucination was so real that even the mellow and ethereal sandalwood scent all over her body seemed to be real, flowing into her five senses and six senses like flowing water, slowly awakening every organ of hers.

For a moment, her mind was almost blank, and she could only feel the kind of heartfelt irony and pleasure, as if there was something she desperately wanted and couldn't ask for... She had firmly grasped it in her palm.

In a trance, she seemed to have returned to Guiyun Mountain where she had grown up, and to the main hall where the truth was revealed. But this time, there was no Ksitigarbha golden statue similar to her face in the hall, and there was no lingering immortality around her. In the empty main hall, there was only one person locked up in the empty main hall, shutting down... her Little Truth Listening.

Yu Ge was lying on the ground, her long hair spread all the way to the threshold, and the exposed half of her face was gentle and quiet, with a faint smile on her face. When she heard the door being pushed, she twisted her waist in place, but couldn't straighten up

A blood-stained gold ring engraved with Sanskrit was perfectly nailed to her protruding lute bone. The gold ring was interlocked with a chain, and the other end of the chain...was wrapped around Nagamo's own wrist!

The noise all over the world turned into a silent wind, which faded away from Nagamo's ears. At the same time, it also roared and engulfed all her reason.

"Master... Master?"

In this intense and strange excitement, all the muscles and veins in her body were tensed and aching, and the rapid blood flow made her eardrums swell, and even her fingertips felt a slight numbness.

Yu Ge fell in front of her, with some blood stains on the snow-white cassock, but there was a strange calmness and gentleness in his face, and even because of the extremely gentle charm, he showed a kind of Buddha's appearance full of compassion.

That weak and tolerant low posture just hit the deepest and most secret corner of Nagamo's heart. She didn't even have time to think about it, so she knelt in front of him and touched Diting's flawless skin.

"Master... come, call me by my name."

She pinched the back of Yu Ge's neck with one hand, feeling the weak and long-lasting pulse under her hand, so hard that even her fingertips turned white slightly, and listening to the fluffy and slender tail fluctuating and sweeping along with the movement her upper body.

So pitiful, so powerless, it's almost... like she's begging for mercy.

"Master, does it hurt... Be good, talk."

Nagamo pulled the chain in his hand, hugged Yu Ge, and pressed it against her chest. She clearly felt that the heart in another skeleton was also beating violently, separated by flesh and ribs, day and night. stop.

It seemed as if a thousand-year-old intention was wasted, but it was finally caught by a pair of hot hands. After venting almost tyrannically, she fell into a kind of abnormal tranquility.

She held Yu Ge's chin, and kissed him firmly on the other's face. Those kisses were wet and dense, and even the sweat on the tip of his nose was wet to one place, but it seemed...somewhat more salty than sweat The taste was so bitter that her heart tingled.

She raised her eyes and met Yu Ge's light gray pupils with tears gushing out.

Nagamo woke up suddenly.

The endless crying of thousands of ghosts came into the room through the cracks in the window panes, and it sounded like a clear howl resounding across the wilderness from a distance; and every breath she exhaled was condensed in the extremely cold environment. A thin sheet of white mist, before it could dissipate, merged with the green smoke slowly rising from the incense burner.

This is not Guiyun Mountain in the human world, but the eight cold realms in hell.

In order to further practice, demons often choose any one of the four evil ways to live for a long time, and the reason why she chose the hell way... Maybe it is because she wants to see the place where Yu Ge once practiced.

Nagamo poured the cold tea on the table into the incense burner casually, accompanied by a few crackling sounds inside, the lingering smoke in the room suddenly faded away.

About a few decades ago, she accidentally discovered the incense that Yu Ge used all the year round in the hell way.

It is not ordinary sandalwood, it has a few flavors of medicinal herbs unique to hell inside, which not only have the effect of helping sleep and calming the nerves after being ignited, but also make the user...fall into a dream of day-to-day thinking.

Listening to the truth, I burned this incense day and night, was it to dream about the little things when I was with the Bodhisattva?

The warm touch of rubbing against the master's ears and temples seems to be perceptible, but Nagamo's expression gradually condensed, as if the internal organs and blood have fallen into an endless abyss, and her blood slowly Drained, the muscles are rotten, and even the mind can only be depressed day after day.

It was just like the illusion in her dream for decades.

Those longings, those anxiety, those indescribable love and hate, never seem to fade away with the passage of time, but...

The overwhelming anger of unwillingness and despair that was abandoned when she was young has gradually been honed into a long and unbearable sting by thousands of years of time. Up to now, she has been able to hold back the turmoil that is as calm as deep water. appearance.

"My lord, my lord, I have something important to report!"

The horse-headed Yaksha rushed over, and knelt down on the gravel road in front of the door with a plop. He raised his head slightly while panting, and saw the person in the room dragging the dragon's tail winding on the ground to open the door. .

The dragon's tail was about seven feet long, silver red all over, evenly covered with tiny arrow-like scales, clusters of sharp thorns were arranged on the tail fin, reflecting a kind of almost In an ominous red light.

Ordinary people will inevitably show certain inhuman characteristics after becoming demons, such as beast horns or dark skin on men, and women's coquettish beauty or two mouthfuls of fangs... But even in the hell where ghosts are rampant, they can completely use dragons In fact, there are only a handful of demon cultivators who show up at the end.

If divided by the public order and good customs of the human world, the dragon, a psychic beast, is indeed divided into good and evil, but whether it is an orthodox guardian or an evil demon, it always represents a powerful force that is difficult for others to match. Sheng, which leads to a sadistic temperament that is easy to hate, easy to hate, and easy to rage.

...just like the grown-up in front of him.

300 years ago, Nagamo, who was dragging the dragon's tail, came to Minghan and killed countless sinners and demons with his two swords, and finally landed on the top of the mountain in the eight cold realms.

Since Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva became a Buddha, hell has been in a turbulent and chaotic situation for thousands of years. Before Nagamo settled down, the person who occupied the corner of Bahan was a beautiful, cannibal Rakshasa.

When Matou Yasha arrived that day, he saw a girl in white with a dragon tail holding up the last head of Rakshasa. Her complexion was pale and her eyes were bloodshot. That honor...was more like a ghost than the dying Rakshasa. . .seven

The overwhelming magic breath set off a snowstorm that roared like a hurricane, but she herself did not shout or scream, but asked in a hoarse voice: "...When will Truth Listen return to hell?"

Rakshasa showed a captivating and seductive smile with the only remaining head, and opened her mouth to spit out hundreds of feet of flames. Amidst the endless bangs, her laughter could almost pierce the eardrums of the listeners.

"Hahahaha... Listen carefully? That animal has perfected its merits and virtues thousands of years ago, and it is extremely capable of flattering and flattering. I am afraid that it has gone to heaven with the Bodhisattva to become a Buddha!"

The next moment, a splash of indigo blood splashed on Matou Yasha's forehead.

He froze in place, only to see Raksha's five arms hanging down stiffly, and the remaining hand will still maintain the posture of pointing the index finger to the sky, while Nagamo has already picked her down with the tip of the hooked sword on the left. The head of the man stared calmly at the surrounding demons.

As far as Longwei Moxiu could see, all the ghosts bowed their heads, and all the demons bowed down.

However, Ma Tou Yasha, who is delicate in mind, noticed something subtly wrong from the new owner.

If one ignores the blood-red totem attached to half of the face, in fact, Nagamo originally had a dignified face, with straight bones and deep eyebrows. At the moment when he stood on the top of the snow, the expression of this top-ranking demon vaguely showed a kind of... indescribable defeat.

As if the firmness and calmness that floated on the surface were so vulnerable, as if she was the biggest loser present today, as if a certain will in her heart... had been completely wiped out with the act of settling in hell .

This demon should be born with the blood of the four evil ways. During the 300 years of purging the hell, Matou Yasha watched helplessly as the other party became more and more like a real demon, bloodthirsty, violent, and moody. , Eating fresh and ferocious flesh and blood every day, it seems that even the part of human nature has been completely eaten away.

That behavior seemed unrestrained, but in Nagamo's body, she rarely saw any signs of being happy and free. With the deepening of her practice, she seemed to become deeper and calmer, but in this calm environment Under the surface of the lake, there seems to be some kind of unknown dark tide hidden. Just one glance is enough to make the viewer feel dreadful.

Matou Yasha touched the ground with his horns, and said respectfully: "Last night, the sky suddenly shone brightly on the southern mountain top, and the glacier showed signs of melting...and on the snowfield, several lotus buds sprouted."

He paused and lowered his voice.

"I heard from the oldest Asura here that when Truth Ting was in the present world, lotus flowers grew all over the mountains and plains on the two big Vajra Mountains and surrounding mountains and rivers in the hell realm. I heard that when the peanuts are born, they are blessed by auspicious beasts. If an evil spirit picks it up and eats it, it can even eliminate part of the karma and enter reincarnation earlier..."

When Di Ting was born, hell was just a mess. Today, no one can tell why this auspicious beast came to hell, and what kind of blessing it brought with it.

Yasha only knew that maybe Di Ting had a grudge with this master, and any rumors about this auspicious beast were the most important thing for this cold master.

Even one year ago, millions of evil spirits in the hell realm sent out news under the orders of Nagamo, saying that they had found the relic of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and asked Di Ting to come and fetch it himself.

It is true that this news is so absurd that even Yasha feels strange.

The relics are made from the bones of Bodhisattvas, but all the six realms know that Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha has transformed countless evil spirits, because the great vow has been fulfilled and Nirvana became a Buddha. Since he did not pass away on the spot in hell, where did Bodhisattva come from? Where is the bone?

He hesitated for a moment, and wanted to comfort him, saying that the talk about the celestial phenomena and lotus flowers might just be rumors from thousands of years ago, but before he could open his mouth, he suddenly noticed that the surroundings seemed to be completely silent, even two The endless wails of ghosts in the mountains fell into dead silence in an instant.

He looked tremblingly at Nagama's pupils that had shrunk into a vertical line, and followed the other's gaze as far as the eye could see.

I saw a halo like a full moon split between the two towering King Kong Mountains at some point, and the colorful streamer poured down from the sky without a sound, and the radiance fell like thunder on the scorched earth and On the snow field, the shock was so strong that even the ground was shaking slightly.

Someone actually used external forces other than karmic reincarnation... to forcibly split a passage between Dafan Mountain and King Kong Mountain.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021051321:19:332021051617:48:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: 1 day sea and [-] Su Muzhe;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 15 bottles of Xianyun Wild Crane; 10 bottles of Luo Changqing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!