Nan Chan

"What did you see?"

"A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood."

"Why did you come?"

"To kill."

"Jing Lin." The True Buddha lowered his eyes compassionately, "Turn back and be right."

Jing Lin raised his head and spread his body.His eyes were indifferent, the hem of his clothes was soaked in blood, and the edge of his sword fell to the ground.Surrounded by a sea of ​​hopeless blood, there are countless gods and Buddhas above his head.

He said softly: "It's late."

Jing Lin stepped up the steps, and the three thousand armors in the cloud all retreated.Every time he took a step, Sanqianjia took a step back.Everyone was silent in front of him. He was obviously alone, but he made the gods in the world feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.He walked so slowly, as if he was walking in a normal way, as if he was still the well-known Lord Linsong.

Ripples appeared in the lotus pond of the Vatican altar, which was muddy by the ticking blood.Li Rong, the commander of the Three Thousand Armors in the Clouds, knelt in front of the lotus pond, held his spear, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Jing Lin... why are you doing this! Once today is over, you will have no place to stay. What kind of a person are you?" Hate, what a resentment! Even if he is at fault, he should be dealt with by the Nine Heavens Realm. Why don't you speak up, why don't you ever speak up. You will always go your own way, and you will end up being betrayed by everyone. Jing Lin——!"

Li Rong vomited blood, his eyes were red, his whole body trembled, and his voice choked up.

"—Aren't you going to live?"

Jing Lin has already stepped on the last stage, he seems to have pulled away the warmth elsewhere, and the rest is only the bone-piercing cold.The real Buddha in the altar held flowers and faced him, and all the monks behind him were chanting sutras in unison. Those who covered the sky and the sun were all human beings, but none of them stood shoulder to shoulder with him.His sword edge lightly knocked on the ground, and finally stopped.

A large golden coffin lies horizontally in front of the Buddha, without a coffin lid.The triple-printed Vatican chain was locked layer by layer, revealing the man with closed eyes inside, with a peaceful expression, as if he was in a deep sleep.

"You have committed a heinous crime, and you still insist on your own opinion." The real Buddha looked at Jinglin with a compassionate face, "You are still unwilling to put down the butcher's knife in front of you. Father kills friend to give up?"

As if Jing Lin hadn't heard of it, the Yanquan sword swept across, and a line of green light suddenly brightened.The chants of the monks stopped abruptly, and then the strong wind roared out from the green light. For a moment, everyone covered their faces and swayed, but the real Buddha stood still.

"Jinglin." The true Buddha said benevolently, "Bow your head and obey orders, and take refuge in the Buddhist altar. Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

The lotus flowers are in full bloom all around, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the sound of chanting sutras reappears.The three thousand armors in the cloud shouted in unison, and the killing came.In the distance, the long ringing bells on the Jiutiantai sounded far away, and the goddess of Shengle seemed to be crying.But Jing Lin didn't retreat but advanced, the color of the blue ribbon melted into the clanging silver armor, and the bright red blood flowers burst open together.There is a layer of red clouds on the clouds, and the Yanquan sword flashes like flowing mercury.The blood disturbed everyone's minds, and some of the gods covered their mouths and noses and backed away, looking at Jinglin in horror and horror, wondering why Lord Linsong, who had been negligent in the past, suddenly became such a god of killing.

Where Jing Lin passed by, blood flowed down the steps.He couldn't hear the dissuasion from others, and he only had the golden coffin in his eyes.The real Buddha seems to be sighing, but to him, it seems to be far away in the sky.When he passed by Li Rong, Li Rong raised his arms to block, but only his fingertips brushed against Jing Lin's clothes. At that moment when the golden glow intersected with the red glow, the two became different roads from now on.

"Jing Lin—!" Li Rong suddenly burst into grief, he staggered to his feet, and tried to chase after him.But his armor was on his body, and he was seriously injured.I saw Jing Lin's back submerged in the golden light, the True Buddha's finger was lowered, the Yanquan sword burst into blue light, and the world was blown wildly by the strong wind, and the Yanquan sword had passed through the Vatican chain to take away the head of the man in the coffin.The next moment, the hopeless sea of ​​blood beat the waves, and the four princes of the Nine Heavens made their seals together. The cloud seemed to be hit hard, and the Nine Heavens Realm shook violently.

The stars gather, the Sanskrit spins, and the golden glow forms a hurricane.The chanting of the monks accelerated, and Jing Lin was surrounded.Having fulfilled his wish, he tossed the head down the steps and turned his head slowly.Li Rong didn't know when tears were streaming down his face, and in that moment, Jing Lin answered him a word.

Don't you want to live?

This is the end of life, no need.

In the blink of an eye, Li Rong saw Jing Lin shattered in the surrounding area, and even the blue fluorescent light was also wiped out.From then on, there is no more Lord Linsong in heaven and earth.His past and past are all gone with the wind, and even without soil to bury them, they disappear.