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Scourge has nothing to do with any gods and Buddhas, but represents the will of the Dao itself. Its essence is not catastrophe or punishment, but just...killing.

The gods were angry with heaven and punished, and thunders killed them in the wild, and they would not die endlessly.

When the first thunderbolt fell, Di Ting couldn't care less about the glaring evil spirit Rakshasa around him.

She couldn't even feel the pain, it was like hitting her internal organs vertically with a vajra heavy pestle, the churning blood poured into the lungs and spread across the abdominal cavity, causing her to gasp unconsciously, even kneeling prostrate on the ground.

In her arms, Lanti's soul turned into a palm-sized plain colored glass bead, emitting a faint and indescribable radiance.

Yu Ge lay down in the unstoppable rolling thunder, and stuck this cold and hard bead tightly to her heart and protected her body. Most of her body was almost ominously paralyzed, and the burns left by the thunder and lightning Numerous branch-shaped cracks opened on her back, and the scorched skin was wrapped in flesh and blood, so that even a drop of blood could not flow out of the wound.

There was a buzzing in her mind, and even a large patch of dazzling white light was reflected in her vision. For a moment, it seemed that even the consciousness that was still alive disappeared into the sky along with the running lightning.

However, she was still awake, still clearly felt the thirsty feeling of throat constriction, and was still shivering in the extreme cold, unable to move an inch.

That is actually the result of a ruptured internal organ.

And where she can't see it...

The successive thunderstorms centered on her place, setting off layers of high winds and cyclones, and the ice particles on the Qianren Glacier were engulfed and spiraled upwards, like a hurricane formed by snow and graupel. Under the hurricane, The snowfields of the Eight Cold Hells that never melted all year round have been split into layers of scorched earth, exposing the scorched black and cracked land.

Di Ting gritted her teeth, tightly grasping the glazed bead in her hand with ten fingers that have overturned her nails, that movement is so persistent, so desperate, as if all she wants in this world is just this bead, even if it is It will not hesitate to provoke thunder and wrath, and add a thousand calamities to one's body.

Except for the wrists and fingers under her ribs, every inch of her bones was shattered. When the word "body shattered into pieces" became concrete amidst thunderstorms, even those shattered bones pierced through the melted flesh and pierced into the flesh. The seriously injured organs seem to be nothing.

I will die.

The blood dripping from the seven orifices covered her eyelashes, and Yu Ge gently closed her eyes amidst the earth-shattering thunder, letting the falling snow soak her scorching hot body.

It was a very strange feeling. Although the pain was so severe that it was almost numb, and the five internal organs were curled up in a ball due to the coldness, the surroundings seemed to be overflowing with some kind of heart-stirring warmth, as if they were freezing to the point of death Being submerged in the warm and comfortable hot water, it seemed... when I was in despair and ignorance, I was hugged into a stable and reliable embrace.

Randy...Ranti.

When she was dying in a trance, even her own soul seemed to be involved in this blizzard mixed with lightning, light and thunder. She looked down at the ugly dying body in the sudden wind, but a kind of... Almost calm.

The countless memories in her long life are like shimmering dust, reflected by the boundless thunder, drifting and scattered like floating snow, in the midst of the divine punishment that symbolizes the invincibility of crimes, dots of compassion and gentleness fade away. halo.

It is the continuous falling snow in Guiyun Mountain in winter, the flying incense ash in the hell hall, and the dense water vapor above the boundless lotus in the Brahma Heaven...

She was fortunate to grow up under the lap of a great Bodhisattva.

She once coveted the unique cleanliness and tranquility in the world, hooking the corner of the god's snow-white cassock with the claws of a young animal; Rubbing each other's palms with the unicorn.

But most of the time, with an indescribable and unspoken admiration and reverence, she follows a figure that is always out of reach with the invincible mind of the Ksitigarbha Method.

She was practicing in the hell way, but she couldn't comprehend half of the Dharma at all, and she only thought about the fragrance of the lotus flower on the master's body.

She spent night and day in the center of the lotus pond to save ghosts, and she couldn't feel any sympathy and feelings for all living beings, but could only feel...Lanti's gentle eyes on her.

Fortunately... the things that made her terrified all day long never happened. Lanti not only did not go to become a Buddha, but also took off the eternal compassionate and silent Bodhisattva form, and walked in front of her step by step from the lotus throne.

The days and nights spent with the incompetent Shengming King, the short time of being dependent on each other in the human world... To her, they are all like gifts stolen from the reincarnation of fate. Tossing and sinking, at the same time feeling uneasy about the sympathy that has never appeared in fantasy.

In her shadowy worries, she almost expected that Randy would abandon her one day, but she never thought that Randy would die.

That is the bodhisattva recreated by the ancient Buddha. It is a giant tree that has stood for her from the wind and rain. It is the only master in the six realms that makes her miss her heart.

How could gods and Buddhas fall into reincarnation?

Lanti... how could he die, how could he disappear?

Yu Ge managed to open her eyes in the thunder, anger, and the tears in her eyes meandered down the side of her face, mixed with the sweat and blood on her face, and dripped directly on the hot spot that was covered by her. On the glass beads.

Ninety-nine and 81 thunderbolts intensified, and at this moment, only the last...the deadliest ones remained.

Ruishou is not in karma and is not limited by destiny, but she is indeed dying.

Even the 3 years of saving ghosts has turned into a soft stream of light, which lingeringly coils around this scarred body, causing all the ghosts down the mountain to stare at it.

Listening to the Truth is the last kalpa on the path of Bodhisattva becoming a Buddha, and the Bodhisattva... is an auspicious beast, the only life kalpa in this life.

But the threshold of this catastrophe is too high, without Lanti waiting for her, she can't cross it, and she doesn't want to cross it again.

Yu Ge held the glass bead in the palm of his hand, stared at it for a moment, and then pressed it straight into his bloody chest cavity.

Putting the jade-like thing that is cold to the touch into the naked flesh and blood should make people feel overwhelmed with pain, but that is nothing to her.

So be it.she thinks.

Just leave Randy here.

Neither of them will become a Buddha, neither will step into reincarnation, even in hell...they will always, always stay together.

The hurricane swept across the lightning, flying snow and thousands of wailing ghosts. In the center of the eye of the storm... a cold and lifeless glass bead suddenly burst into golden light, and the golden light burst out from the chest of the listener, This body that has endured most of the scourge of God immediately shines through!

In the halo that filled the sky and grounded, one hand supported Yu Ge's chin, and lifted up the blood-and-tear-stained, dazed face of the beast.

That is not the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who always shows people peace, nor is it the terrifying Ming King with an angry face... but just an ordinary woman with a slightly cold face but loving eyes.

Although there is no steady heartbeat ringing in the ear, no fragrant and moist gentle lotus fragrance, Di Ting still embraces that arm with her bare fingers, without hesitation,

This is Randy.

This gentle and fuzzy phantom created from the glazed beads is the true form of the Bodhisattva before the immeasurable kalpa, not a disciple of the Buddha, not the compassion of the six realms, but just...

her randy.

Di Ting tried his best to widen his eyes that were dizzy due to the pain, and even held his breath completely for a while.

She actually has a lot to say.

Randy, please, don't leave me.

Randy, if you leave, where should I find you.

Randy, can you...don't go to reincarnation?

Randy, I really only have you.

Randy...I love you, I love you.

But even her vocal cords were about to be roasted by the thunder, and the confidant mixed in her breath was rough and vague, as if she was about to vomit dirty blood in the next second, and as if... it was just a young animal that was seriously injured and dying Unwilling humming at the moment.

The Bodhisattva looked down at her, and carefully wiped away every dirt on the beast's face with his clean and flawless palms, but he couldn't wipe away the torrential tears no matter what.

So wet, so much, like being full of distress and grievances, but there is nowhere to complain, and no one can listen.

"...Xiaoge, don't cry, come and see me."

Like many years ago, she stroked the top of Yu Ge's furry hair with her warm and dry palm, then brought that hand to her lips, and dropped a shallow kiss like a dragonfly.

"Good boy, don't be afraid, go find me in the human world, we Xiaoge like the human world the most, don't you, huh?"

The Bodhisattva showed a sentimental and sympathetic smile, which seemed to contain infinite regret, and seemed to be just out of gentle comfort.

"From now on, the mountains, rivers, grasses and trees are me, the insects, fish, birds and beasts are me, and the world is also me. Even if I am no longer a Bodhisattva, I will never leave you, baby...don't cry anymore."

The meaning of farewell in those words is already self-evident.

The last lightning strike came from the sky, with a frightening aura of fire and wind, and it was about to take the life of the injustice at a critical moment.

"Woo... ah, Lan... ah!"

A total of eighty thunderbolts could not resist the half-point of despair at this moment. That kind of indescribable fear, like extremely cold snow, seeped in from every pore of Di Ting's body, almost making her scorched bones shatter every inch of her body. Serve with frosting.

Randy, don't go.

Please, please, don't leave me alone.

...Please take me with you.

She wailed meaninglessly and in vain, dragged her unconscious legs forward two inches, and stretched out her hand as hard as she could.

The hand passed straight through the opponent's palm, and suddenly fell to the ground, only to catch... the cold soil mixed with glass fragments.

The phantom hanging in mid-air bowed down, vainly encircling her in his arms, with the cool heat like flowing water, covering the drooping and trembling dog ears with both hands.

"Hush, Xiao Ge." She said, "Don't listen to it."

Truth Listening really can't hear anything.

The last deafening sound that pierced the clouds and cracked rocks temporarily deafened her, and there was only a buzzing in her heart and ears. In the extremely blank silence, she seemed to hear the familiar steady heartbeat, peaceful and hazy The ground seemed to come from the unfathomable underwater, but the soft frequency was fleeting, and before she recovered, it had completely disappeared.

She looked up in astonishment.

On the distant sky, there were gray and black traces of rain and clouds, but the rolling thunder had completely stopped, and a golden Buddha's light that reached the sky shrouded the deeply sunken eye of the wind on the ground, causing trillions of creatures in the eight cold realms Kneel down and bow your head in gratitude to God for mercy.

That was the last appearance of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the six realms.

With the remaining two souls and four souls, the Bodhisattva summoned the Buddha's light that illuminates hell everywhere, and in the midst of the scourge... with his own embrace, he saved the life of Ruishou Diting.

……

Eight cold hells, snow-covered mountain tops.

The curling sandalwood in the room slowly drifted from the lower part to the void, and the blood and tears in the illusion receded like a tidal wave. The Demon Cultivator of Dragon Tail staggered up his upper body and sat up from the bed.

Her long, narrow and deeply wrinkled eyes narrowed slightly, and the innate stability and solemnity in her appearance suddenly faded away, leaving only the almost sharp chill in her nature.

Nagamo was silent for a long time in the dark, and then with his trembling fingertips, he quietly stroked those staggered and abrupt branch scars on Di Ting's smooth back.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021053020:55:542021060115:04:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 in the night;

Thanks to the little angels who cast the mines: 2 in Nineteen; Day Hai and Xi Yu lost 1 hat today;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：三天打鱼48瓶；南瓜20瓶；十九、荆楚10瓶；天王星引力3瓶；何以解忧，唯有暴富1瓶；

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