After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

"Crack...knock..."

Faint metallic sounds came out regularly from behind the three of them.

With a dagger stuck in his chest, Jia Ruo's body had turned into the characteristic blue-gray color of the dead.He lay quietly on the ground, and there seemed to be a faint smile of satisfaction on that handsome face, but his body had been slowly dragged under the roots of the tree by countless roots—there were more roots Swelled out, some scarlet, some black, like the rotten intestines of evil spirits, entangled the pale body, and slowly pulled it down to the bottomless ground.

And the metallic sound came from the iron chains on his wrists and ankles. The iron chains trembled slightly, and more red flowers fluttered down, and the scarlet petals covered the black iron chains layer by layer.

A corner of the monk's robe that had not yet been completely buried was exposed from the black and red filth, and the surface of the cloth was glowing with a faint silver light... This is a unique luster of very precious brocade.

For this day's meeting with Lin Mao, Jia Ruo once specially changed into priceless and exquisite new clothes.

It's just that from the beginning to the end, Lin Mao never noticed Jia Ruo's subtle intentions.But now, dragged by the roots and tendrils of the empty flower tree, the corners of the clothes, which are as clear as clouds and soft as mist, are finally stained layer by layer with the stains that melted from the empty flower petals, and finally turned into a muddy mess The black and gray color of the ground is mixed with the flower mud and sand on the ground.

"Crack...knock..."

The outline of Jia Ruo's body gradually disappeared in the entanglement of countless roots of the empty flower tree.

However, the sound of the chains never stopped.

Non-stop, non-stop.

It was as if Jia Ruo was still shaking his wrist lightly in the dark ground even though he had been swallowed by the roots of the Konghua tree... Presumably, where the three of them could not see, the roots of the Konghua tree were still dragging the Monk keep, keep sinking...

Yao Xianxian was about to turn around and leave with the unknown old man, when he suddenly stopped and looked behind him.

"The monk..."

he murmured.

The nameless old man looked at him impatiently and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yao Xianxian's amber golden pupils blinked, and the vertical pupils were like a thin thread inlaid on the round gold foil... This was the natural reaction of his eyes when his spirit was tense, but at this moment he couldn't see it in the mirror. See the difference in yourself.

"It's nothing."

He paused for a moment and said softly.

(Just now... I'm afraid it was an illusion...)

Yao Xianxian thought.

Taking into account the unnamed old man's nature of being mean and despising others, Yao Xianxian did not tell the other party that at that moment just now, a chill ran through his back, and his hair stood on end, just like the empty flower tree Under the root, suddenly something extremely dangerous and terrifying evil ghost appeared.

The nameless old man carried Lin Mao and Yao Xianxian together, and soon disappeared at the other end of the gate of the secret path on the stone wall.

However, on the sand dunes in the lake, the empty flowers are still blooming, then withering, and new flower buds appear on the branches again.

The valley was still silent, silent and uninhabited, as if the entire valley had sunk into a tomb, exuding a gloomy and icy aura.The only sound is the "rustling" sound of petals falling to the ground.

Not long after, the sky turned dark. This is a rare cloudless and clear night sky in winter. A round of bright moon slowly rises, casting cold moonlight on the dark valley.

For an instant, everything was quiet.

The sound of the chains that had been rattling stopped.

The red flowers on the empty flower tree bloomed suddenly—then seemed to be frozen in something invisible, and they didn't wither like they did a moment ago.But its golden trunk is slowly changing.There seemed to be some liquid surging under the shriveled bark, the bark swelled up, and small round drops of water oozed out drop by drop from some naturally grown gaps.

That is the water drop is red.

Then, the drops of water turned into streams of water, and the sweet and luscious fragrance clouded up in the silvery and bright moonlight—it was like the smell of blood, but also like the fragrance of emptiness .

"puff--"

There was the sound of something being torn apart.

Then, a pair of pale hands stretched out from the now swollen trunk of the empty flower tree.

A large amount of viscous and fishy slurry rushed out along the gap between the hands, and then, a naked man slowly stepped out from the tree trunk, his tall and lean body was covered with thin The reddish slurry made his skin pale as paper.

It still has the same handsome facial features, still the same black and one blue eyes of different colors, and still the skin color that is more bloodless than ordinary people, but under the moonlit night, this person's lips are as red as blood, and the eyes between his eyes are as red as blood. There is light in the middle, but in the corner of his eye, there is a blood-red tear mole out of thin air. The thick dark red is exactly the same as the petals of empty flowers.

This person is Jia Ruo.

He was supposed to die, but he turned into flower mud under the empty flower tree, but now he was motionless, breathing calmly, standing on the sand dune, looking up at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky.

The horrible wound on the side of his neck bitten by Lin Mao before, now only left a faint red mark. Looking at it suddenly, it looks more like the red mark left by a passionate woman on her lover's body. imprint.And the place where the dagger was inserted into his chest had already healed, and the dagger was being held in his hand at this moment, but the cloth bag tied to the handle had already been untied.

Opening the cloth bag, a bunch of jet-black and soft long hair slipped out—the long hair was dull in color, and it was obvious that it had been cut off a long time ago.

However, the hair exudes a very sweet smell,

And behind him, the empty flower tree fell softly to the side after he broke the tree. The bark slumped to the ground.The red sap that was full of it was pouring everywhere, as if the core of the flower tree had been turned into sap.

"Not true..."

Jia Ruo stared at the bright moon, her lips moved slightly, but she just murmured two words.

He stretched out his hand to put the hair on his face, sniffed it lightly, with a dazed expression and obsessed eyes.

"Crack-"

And on his wrist, the heavy chain made a light sound at this moment.

Then there was another sound.

For some unknown reason, cracks appeared on the dull metal surface.

"...I'm not real."

Jia Ruo murmured again.

With a few crisp sounds, the chains on his hands and wrists were all reduced to crumbs in this sigh, and fell to his side in disorder.

……

At the same time, in all the famous ancient temples in this world, the ancient bells suddenly rang together, humming and mourning.

"boom……"

The little novice who hid under the altar and watched the night until he dozed off was terrified, and his forehead hit a red bump on the hard lotus carving, but he didn't care about the pain, and rushed out rolling and crawling.

"Who struck the bell without authorization..."

The novice monk who hadn't entered for a long time yelled angrily, but he just got out from under the altar and ran a few steps, but he stopped suddenly.

There was a layer of goose skin on the skin on the back of the neck.

"Ah... Amitabha Buddha..."

The little novice stuttered and chanted the Buddha's name indiscriminately, his teeth chattering.

He slowly, slowly turned around on the spot, looking at the Buddha statue that he had accidentally glimpsed out of the corner of his eye...

Then, he fell limply to the ground, a puddle of damp heat oozing from his crotch.

Under the horrified eyes of the little novice, the solemn and solemn faces of the Buddha statues in the Buddhist hall are as compassionate and kind as they have been for hundreds of years in the past.

However, in the pupils of all the Buddha statues smeared with gold powder, on the faces, there were two dark red tears of blood falling down slowly.

Outside the treasure hall, the night was extremely dark - the moon, which was as bright as a silver plate before, had been covered by the cloudless cloud at some point without a trace.This world seems to be immersed in extremely thick and dark ink, flowers, plants, trees, mountain villages, rivers, private houses and palaces... It seems that everything in this world has been completely turned into a blurred blackness by this thick night. .Even if someone lit a candle in the room, the light was extremely weak, as if there was an invisible hand pinching the sickly halo in the palm of the hand, making it impossible to light up.

"Oh no……"

"what happened……"

……

Noisy, panicked voices came from every corner of the temple, like a layer of hazy veil, hanging over the solemn and precious temple.

And this voice seems to be coming from the next door to the little novice monk, or it seems to be coming from a very far away place: from the Immortal Temple, from the Qingyan Residence...

There are also Qianshan Pavilion, Zhenlong Temple, Tianwu Boat, Dingzen School...

That night, ten thousand Buddhas wept blood, and the night was dark.

In Tianwu Boat, the jade statue of Bodhisattva in white clothes, which was handed down from Emperor Yunlong of the previous dynasty, collapsed into dust in an instant.

In the Wuming Temple, the thousand-year-old Buddha wood that was enshrined in the Buddhist hall was broken into several pieces, and there was no possibility of restoration.

Abbot Tianxing of the Ding Chan School suddenly bathed in incense, changed his clothes and kowtowed three times in front of the Buddha, and then died of breathlessness.

……

But on the cliff thousands of miles away from these sects, an old monk was looking up at the dark night sky calmly with his hand on the window.

There is no moon and no stars.

In the night sky this night, there was only a dead silence.

"Abbot..." Someone crept up behind him, leaned over and said respectfully, "In the Wenxiang hall, the smoke of the three Arhats has been burnt out. People in the Zhengfu..."

Before he finished speaking, the abbot of Lingkong Temple waved his hand slightly, stopping the visitor's report.

"Amitabha..." The old monk stared intently at the night sky. There was a faint smile on his wrinkled face. Words are nothing but illusions. Now I only hope that my Buddha can find the bright moon and cultivate to perfection... Good, good."