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Tens of thousands of years have passed like quicksand, and those scorched scars covered with blood and flesh have now healed into narrow white depressions, stretching across Yu Ge's snow-white skin like vines. If you don't witness it with your own eyes, you can't do it. Imagine how shocking these scars were back then.

Nagamo lowered her dark eyes, and her expression was difficult to distinguish and calm down. She fumbled back and forth along the scar, and quickly pointed her hand at a certain point.

On Di Ting's spine, there is a very obvious dislocation, as if two joints have been distorted by life, which is not visible on weekdays, but if one strokes along the entire spine, it will appear very abrupt.

The scourge split all her bones into scorched bones. Even though Ruishou was very talented in cultivation, it was inevitable that some old diseases that had not been healed would be left behind.

This is really... a normal result.

But when Nagamo touched these remaining traces with her own hands, she felt that somewhere in her chest was suddenly empty, and the cold wind that was fleeing in a hurry was poured into her chest, causing all the body temperature in her body to suddenly be lost in that remote place. And in the untraceable illusion.

About the master, about the Bodhisattva, about the senior sister, and about herself... The truth that has been buried under the glacier for many years has finally been slowly lifted. She thought that she would become more anxious and jealous, or just relieved, but here At this moment, she couldn't even distinguish the heavy emotions in her heart.

As soon as the real memories of the ups and downs of more than [-] years appeared in front of her, she felt indescribably strange. Although these passages are shocking, they are like a collection of touching stories imagined by ordinary people in a storybook. A little bit of true feelings also made it hard for her to think of Yu Ge.

After all, the master in her impression... always puts on a calm and calm air, seems to be always calm and composed, neither sad nor happy, and will not be affected by any foreign affairs.

Sitting in the quiet and dark room, Nagamo carefully kissed the ear of the master. At the moment she bent down, she could almost hear the beating of her own heart, which was so clear and heavy, as if with endless Her struggle and confusion easily crushed her from the inside.

It turned out that what Chen Fan said was true.

This little listening...has really had a pure and sincere heart, chasing someone without hesitation. don't flinch.

When kneeling in the hell way to purify the scriptures, when practicing in the lotus pond to save ghosts, when trekking alone to the Golden Hall of the True Buddha on Mount Sumeru...

Is this beast with no father, no mother, and no relatives and no reason afraid, sad, and has there ever been a moment when he shed tears alone because of the seemingly unreachable distance?

After suffering such a heavy punishment from the heavens on the land under my feet, and losing my lover...

How did she take care of this whole body, and how many years did she search for it in the world?

Maybe she has raised many disciples, but only exchanged for a few old things of the Bodhisattva.

When she was full of expectations and suddenly failed again and again, did Di Ting ever completely despair? Did she ever suspect that the Bodhisattva's last words...was just a beautiful and gentle deception?

In the final analysis, how did Yu Ge transform from the pious and obsessed little beast back then to the present... restrained and restrained master?

Nagamo breathed out a scorching and trembling breath, hugged the master tightly in his arms from behind, raised another hand, and gently pressed it on the other's heart.

Yu Ge won't say anything.

Because her master is such a person.

Even if she is burdened with such a secret and painful past, gets drunk every July, and even shows signs of the five declines of heaven and man due to her discouragement, she will not confide in anyone Heartfelt.

The pillar that was able to cover the sky and sun for the cub has collapsed, and there are only broken walls that cannot be seen when looking up, but this little Truth still clings to those decayed and dusty secrets, as if as long as she doesn't Say it... the person she is waiting for will come back, and it is possible to come back.

And now... all it takes is a drop or two.

Yu Ge, who was sleeping, would not feel pain, nor would it leave any traces. She only needed to take two more drops of heart blood, and she would be able to truly see Master... all his experiences in the human world in these years.

Nagamo hung his five fingers together on the snow-white flesh, and as soon as he touched it, he felt the flustered and weak pulse in his hand.

It was as if her heart and lungs had suddenly rolled on the needle board, and a fine and sharp pain appeared in Moxiu's viscera, which made her unable to do anything for a while.

This is actually pretty ridiculous.

Objectively speaking, it was Yu Ge who regarded her as a bodhisattva's substitute, it was Yu Ge who took advantage of her feelings, it was Yu Ge... who knew her intentions well, but turned a blind eye and ignored her.

In this master-student relationship, she is the sure victim, but if it is related to the painful time of more than ten thousand years...

Yu Ge, the murderer with the knife, seemed to be more pitiful than her, the victim of the knife.

...It's really unreasonable, Master.

There was a little smile on the corner of Nagamo's mouth, but there was still unmelted frost between his brows.

She placed an airtight kiss on the pale and sleeping face of the master, but saw that Yu Ge's dog ears were tightly attached to the side of his face even in his sleep, as if as long as he closed his ears, he could hide from the worldly Lin Lang Wind and rain, you can forget the painful parting that seems to have passed away.

She looked at that gentle and tired face, but her distant memories swept over like a tsunami, bringing her back to the top of Guiyun Mountain many years ago.

It was one afternoon when she was young, when she was looking for the sword manual, she accidentally found dozens of boxes of dusty scripture scrolls from the top floor of the Sutra Pavilion, many of which were handwritten by the master at a glance copied.

Lecture is a well-known big project... If she asks for advice in the name of taking refuge in Buddhism, maybe she can get a lot of time with the master in the future, right?

With such shameful thoughts, she made a request after saying hello that night, but Di Ting stared at her for a long time before sighing cluelessly.

At that time, Yu Ge was also leaning on the slum in the same way, with a tired expression and a calm tone, but there seemed to be some kind of persistent wind and snow in those pale eyes, almost revealing a little bit of rare displeasure.

"Nagamo, learn to play by yourself." She said, "You can ask me what you don't understand, and the rest... just leave it alone."

She looked away from the little apprentice who was puzzled and surprised.

"I was born in heaven, but I no longer believe in Buddhism."

Yes, of course she no longer believes in Buddhism.

Because this kind of faith that only listens to the truth from the beginning to the end...is just a Bodhisattva.

Nagamo suddenly withdrew his hand.

It's unnecessary, she thought, she didn't want to... and couldn't bear to witness and listen to all the things she had experienced in the world these years.

Because at that moment, she thought of a handful of tears.

When she fell into a demon on Guiyun Mountain, the hot tears rolled out of Yu Ge's red eyes, but they seemed to melt into her blood, flowing through every inch of her blood in these years, wherever she passed, Even her five internal organs are suffused with soreness.

What did Master say at that time...?

"No...not what you think."

Moxiu wrapped his scaled dragon tail around the master's legs, the emotions in his eyes flickered, and finally there was only a dark and indistinct anger.

Master really didn't play with her love maliciously, didn't raise her as a substitute, and didn't dislike her just because of the demon...

Because Di Ting doesn't care about these at all.

Ever since Shuangxiu heard her heartbeat that night, Yu Ge... didn't even care about her anymore. This auspicious beast has spent countless winters and summers in the world, but it only wants to find the master who has long since disappeared.

This feeling has survived the years, and it has survived life and death. It can only be entrusted and entrusted wholeheartedly, so...it cannot be shared with others.

Even though... this other person had been by her side in the human world, had expressed admiration for her, and had a face exactly like that of a Bodhisattva.

Bursts of belated anger collided in the body, like a torrent of fire, boiling every drop of blood that was still flowing on Moxiu's body in an instant.

She doesn't expect to replace the Bodhisattva, nor does she dream that Yu Ge can forget the old master, but if... Fan Di Ting can treat her a little favorably, even if she is only regarded as her closest disciple, even if she is only used as a unique substitute, she They are all willing to stay by Master's side, and are happy for all the gifts and gifts.

……Pity.

If it didn't use the news of the Bodhisattva as an introduction, this auspicious beast should never have remembered that there are people like her in this world.

She has been waiting for Yu Ge for too many years, so long that the hostility mixed with the devil's breath has seeped into her bone marrow bit by bit, and even a little bit of warmth can't come out.

In the past in Guiyun Mountain, she was constrained by her status as a master and apprentice, and could only look at the back of the other party from a distance. She guarded the door all night and night, waiting for the master who brought her to come out of the main hall, waiting for the The seemingly indifferent but gentle elder gave her a look, or left her a word of advice.

Later, she fell into a demon and was deprived of all her cultivation, and began to search for the traces of Di Ting in the human world. She set foot in all the temples dedicated to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and also noticed many mortal monks with similar faces to her. , After spending countless years in vain, he came from the human world to the Eight Cold Hell.

Maybe all the ghosts and demons are afraid of her blood of Asura, and they bow their heads to her here, but in the dead of night, she always feels that she is still the child who is bullied in the Buddhist temple, and she can only cherish the humility and love. She was timid, waiting for help day after day, and could only beg for mercy for the favor that did not belong to her.

Even today... She is the one who can keep Di Ting in hell, the one who can draw blood from Di Ting's heart, and the one who can rub Di Ting wantonly, but between them, the one who is high above and unsullied, The person who restrains each other's emotions is always Yu Ge.

Nothing has changed, just like when they first met, she was trapped in the barrier covered in filth, and she could only secretly covet Master's white and flawless bare feet.

She pities Yu Ge's tragic past, and Yu Ge...has he ever thought about her in the slightest?

This cannot go on like this, Nagama thought.

In the small attic where there was no one, she took down the left-handed sword named Keji, put it on the flames, lit it a few times, and then suddenly stabbed into her chest!

The dull pain that went straight into the skin made her look almost hideous, but she cut off the blood vessels and diaphragm in the severe pain that made her unconscious, and cut out a fresh and bloody heart. .seven

Every gully, every corner of that heart, deep or shallow, tortuous or straight, contained her admiration and love that she had been unable to express over the years, and it was precisely this heart that made her All thoughts, there is nowhere to hide in front of Di Ting.

Moxiu's chest was bleeding profusely, but she couldn't feel the slightest pain, instead, she felt the pleasure of exchanging blood from cramps that she hadn't seen for a long time, and it gradually spread to her mind along her lungs that were so painful that they were numb.

She carefully placed the sword on the table, took out an inner alchemy from the box with one hand, and pushed it into the shapeless blood hole.

The inner gut of the Ten Thousand Years Worry-Free Tree was originally soft and moist, and as soon as it was absorbed by the blood vessels and tendons, it was still for a moment, and then pumped at a certain constant and steady frequency.

Nagamo hid the heart hanging from the tip of the sword in a box that was out of the sky, and a... gentle and twisted smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

Since Master only has Bodhisattva in his heart...

Then what's the problem if she becomes a Bodhisattva once?

作者有话要说：感谢在2021060115:04:552021060221:58:10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 night curtain, roll ear, and beach fish;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: 2 pieces of broken porcelain; Day Hai and Xiyu lost their hats today, 1 pieces;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Dawn Night Creek; 10 bottles of Nightfall;

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