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Nagamo stepped over the pure gold threshold of the main hall, and before his heels fell, he was stunned in place because of shock.

The originally dark and empty hall is now full of Qianye lotus flowers clinging to each other. The blossoms are as big as a wheel and are clean and untainted. There are indistinguishable light spots on the petals. It almost reminds one of a cool, carefree summer morning.

The warm and cool pool water over her ankles is enough to prove that this is not an illusion, but Nagamo keenly smelled a smell that she is more familiar with and yearns for from the fragrance that hit her face...

Sweet and slightly fishy, ​​with a sour aftertaste, so obvious that she couldn't ignore it at all.

... That is the smell of listening to the blood.

Yu Ge was half lying in the lotus pond, most of his body was submerged in the water, but he rested his head on the feet of the golden statue of Bodhisattva, and on the exposed snow-white chest, there were dozens of criss-crossing and winding scratches , where the traces intersect are torn apart.

The wanton blood dripped into the pool water, and as soon as it touched the water surface, lotus flowers bloomed immediately.

See blood and give birth to lotus.

Moxiu stared at the faintly visible tendons and blood vessels under the skin, and could hardly breathe for a while. The feeling of suffocation caused her to squeeze her viscera, and her emotions and reason were all squeezed out. clean.

"Master... Master, Yu Ge, Xiao Ge, what are you going to do... ah?"

There was a strange hesitation in the voice she blurted out, which was actually the reason that her lips, tongue and teeth were constantly trembling.

"You...what's the use of this lotus sea, or...you just want to die?!"

Strictly speaking, the merits and virtues accumulated in Di Ting's body are comparable to some gods and Buddhas in the heavens. Ruishou's practice at her stage is either to serve a higher-ranked Bodhisattva or Buddha, or to use her heart Or to prove himself in Taoism and be honored in the heaven.

Being able to stay in the human world like Yu Ge without any restrictions...is already a very strange thing in itself.

An auspicious beast like her can generate boundless lotus flowers with its own blood. Naturally, it no longer needs to rely on the blessing of the environment. This lotus sea is completely useless to her practice. What it does... is probably just a nostalgia.

Even when she was exploring the past, she was only willing to borrow a drop of Yu Ge's hard work by means of fetching things from a distance...

But her stubborn master, just because she missed the Bodhisattva, just because she wanted to stand this inanimate golden statue in the lotus sea, she was able to scratch herself to the point of blood dripping with her own hands.

Nagama took a deep, thorough breath.

The thick and sour blood was mixed in the dense air, and rushed into Nagamo's lungs, but failed to calm her violently surging resentment. She could even feel her own heartbeat, one after another, dull pounding on her eardrum.

She strode over, and Yu Ge's long hair scattered in the water was floating around her ankles like algae, but there was no expression on her extremely pale and weak face.

He Ting was not in a coma, but just looked up at her, his eyes were completely out of focus, seemed to stay on her body, or seemed to land on some floating mote, those light gray eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of The translucent glaze refracts scattered light spots.

It was pathetic, a crumbling feeling, as if mourning for the incompleteness of the past, as if... completely addicted to some false completeness.

Nagama couldn't imagine what kind of scene was going on in the fantasy of listening to the truth.

Maybe it's kneeling under the Bodhisattva's knees to listen to the scriptures and study Buddhism; maybe it's saving ghosts for the Bodhisattva on the lotus sea; maybe...Yu Ge just wants to use this piece of lotus grown from blood to recall the smell of the Bodhisattva.

The vicious and harsh hatred broke free from the shackles in an instant, and climbed up the spine to the whole body, completely burning Moxiu's lungs, and almost only one kind of urgent desire remained in her mind, which made her express all her emotions. Violence and humiliation.

Yu Ge's attachment and admiration for the Bodhisattva will not disappear, nor will it fade away with the passage of time... And between her and the master, there is never even any relationship to squander. Heart, but was repeatedly left behind casually by the other party.

Nagamo made a sudden move, holding Di Ting's hair, and firmly pressed the other's bluish side face to the feet of the golden statue, while with the other hand he easily peeled off the snow-white cassock.

That black hair completely covered Yu Ge's expression, Moxiu could only see the other's jagged and trembling back, and every inch of the skin on it was still moist, just kiss or pinch hard, There will be large conspicuous bloodstains under the skin, like the red mud left after smashing flowers.

She knew that her actions were arrogant, out of control and full of malice, but she didn't care at all. Layers of cold sweat overflowed from her master's body, wet and cold, and wet her skirt in silence, the cold moisture It is like a gentle knife that can make all hot desires disappear in an instant

Although there was no heart-piercing violent struggle, Yu Ge was just suffering, and Yu Ge didn't want her.

There was a terrifying gloom in Nagamo's dark eyes. She knelt down, tore off the lotus flowers that were in the way, and pulled Di Ting's face forcefully. Song's refusal to look back is not actually a resistance, but an inability to show his face in this distorted posture of being pressed to the ground.

In the repeated tugging, Di Ting suddenly let out a vague and sharp cry of pain from his mouth. The voice could almost be described as shrill, and the fear and pain contained in it could not be concealed.

"Little Song...Little Song"

A little bit of unbearableness suddenly seeped into Nagamo's mind, she loosened her strength, and hugged Master to the pure gold rosette without water. You can hear the creaking sound of bones rubbing against each other. 7K 妏敩

……What's going on here? !

In fear, Moxiu touched the other's violently heaving chest, but saw thick and dark red blood gurgling down from Di Ting's snow-white temples.

It could bleed from that position, and it would hurt either the face or the head. Without thinking about it, she pinched Yu Ge's chin and brushed away all the messy locks of hair.

The moment she saw the wound clearly, Nagamo involuntarily let go of her breathing, and the hurricane-like emotions in her heart suddenly disappeared, leaving only a handful of burnt condensed embers.

Yu Ge closed her eyes tightly, and her expression showed a strange stiffness due to her extreme forbearance. She seemed to be trying to calm down in the severe pain, but the warm dog ear hanging on the left side was still there. Unconsciously twitching slightly, a large amount of blood gushed out from the broken part of the half of the little finger at the base of the ear, causing the hair on the entire ear to be stuck with blood.

Nagamo lost his hand while venting and tore off one of the listening ears.

"Xiaoge, Master, you...you say something, Xiaoge?"

Moxiu froze for a moment, held Yu Ge tightly in his arms, pressed it next to that ear and chatted for a long time, only to see that the other party turned his face slightly because of discomfort.

Despite such a serious injury, it did not affect the hearing of Truth Listening.

This realization made Nagamo relax a little bit, and she pushed back with her palms, only to realize that her body temperature was colder than that of the golden statue.

The shock of personally hurting the master was no less than that of knowing the existence of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva back then. As soon as she got out of the bone-piercing fear, she felt that her blood was soaked in some kind of sour heat. In the viscous liquid, the feeling made her nasal cavity swell with soreness.

She closed her eyes tightly, avoiding the injured ear, and combed Yu Ge's hair carefully with her fingers, but she saw that Di Ting was gritting her teeth tightly, and her whole upper body shrank uncontrollably.

Whether it was out of disgust or fear, it was a subconscious dodge.

"Master, why didn't you avoid it just now, why did you let me do it... I'm sorry, Xiaoge, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, Xiaoge, can you take a look at me?"

Her voice was a bit abrupt because of her hoarseness, like a gushing of blood from her chest, or a choking sound in her throat.

She lowered her head slightly, and the tears mixed with decadence and regret flowed down her eyelashes, falling drop by drop into the lotus pond.

"I know you only want Bodhisattva, but Bodhisattva can't come back, Master... What do you like about Bodhisattva?"

No one has ever brought this up.

The moment she asked, Nagamo felt that a red iron was stuffed into her throat, so that every time she uttered a word, she wanted to scratch her heart and lungs.

She understands that she has no face to be wronged, and she has no position to question, but she has never been able to express the jealousy, unwillingness and resentment that have been brewing over the years. She does not want to attribute all these to Yu Ge, so she can only suppress them all in her heart.

However, after all, she is so much younger than Yu Ge, and no one has ever taught her well, and no one has given her correct guidance. She really can't cultivate the tenacity and concealment of the Ksitigarbha Method.

"If you want her to be nice to you, I can do it too; if you want her to be quiet by her side, I can do it; if you want her to cut off a finger for you and block a scourge, I can too..."

Today, more than three hundred years later, as the master's apprentice, as the admirer of Di Ting, and as Yu Ge's former guest on the bed, she can finally offer her rotten heart clearly with both hands.

"I... Master, I am willing to do anything for you."

... But Yu Ge won't ask for it.

Di Ting, who was pillowed on her lap, looked at her quietly. Although her body and will became weaker and weaker from the self-injury and injury, she was still awake.She stretched out her hand, wiped the tears from the little apprentice's chin, and tried to smile.

Although his expression was ashen ashes to the extreme, Di Ting's eyes were still gentle and tolerant, even a little gentler than ordinary elders. It may be due to years of guilt, or it may be from complete hopelessness, but only Alone... There is no trace of charming and imaginative.

Even so, a certain feeling of tension and anticipation was like an iron net coated with honey, tightly strangling Nagamo's viscera. She put her ear close to Yu Ge's lips, and even her pupils constricted for a while.

"...No need to be like this, Nagamo." She heard Yu Ge gasp, "I'm sorry for you."

Yes, of course Di Ting knew what she was thinking.

Even if she didn't say it, Di Ting should have known all of this more than three hundred years ago.

She was indeed willing to risk her life for Yu Ge, but times have changed, and her master has no place for her anymore.

Moxiu's hand that was attached to the other side's cheek drooped down, just in time to touch a straight new lotus that was just about to bloom.

This lotus pond may be a return gift from the master for offering sacrifices to the golden statue. After all, in the hell realm, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva also cut off his little finger in exchange for a lotus pond of Buddha's light on the King Kong Mountain in order to let the truth listen to peace of mind.

She still remembered that it was the first time that Di Ting shed tears in her life.

Just a piece of finger...can this auspicious beast be so moved?

Nagamo raised his hand subconsciously, and touched...the self-denying sword pinned to his side.

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