The golden finger of my family's god judge is the bloodline of the onmyoji assistant shikigami

"All actions are impermanent, all dharmas have no self."

The Buddha Knife finally spoke, the voice was clear and calm, without the slightest bit of suffering, if it wasn't for that pair of eyes that were too conspicuous, Yuu would have felt that what he saw was actually the most normal Shuzhuwan.

Sober up, Jiang Xia Youzhen!This time you can only rely on yourself, life or death, give it a go!

"I see, are you planning to keep me in captivity? You still maintain a clear mind under the dark fall, not only relying on the power of the Buddhist scriptures, right? You brought me here to absorb the spiritual power of the god judge for you driven right?"

The boy seemed to be competing with Zhuzhuwan to see who was calmer and more normal. His soft and waxy voice did not appear weak, implying a firmness and stubbornness that was neither humble, nor arrogant, nor angry, nor sad.

"This world is full of pain. The way to relieve pain is faith. Because I have sustenance in my heart, the dark fall can no longer touch me..."

The young man looked at the benevolent Shuzhuwan and shook his head, "Every leakage is suffering, and Nirvana is peaceful."

Shuzhuwan was shocked, and looked at the young man in disbelief. His expression lost the arrogance of being superior and seeing through everything. He was no longer the object of everyone's belief, and he was just a sword. Dip dye, but after all a knife is still a knife, not a Buddha...

For the first time, the confusion in Shuzhuwan's heart was revealed unreservedly.

"you……"

However, the boy's next words were like swords and swords, hitting Shu Zhuwan's mind directly.

"The extinction of all dharmas should not be declared outright. People with delusional thoughts will never be able to obtain true liberation. Shuzhuwan, you are here, and you have not cultivated the way of liberation, nor the way of Aruo. How can you see through false words, relief?

You are still far from enlightenment... "

Whether it was the smiling face Tie Jiang or Maeda Toshiro, they stared at the judge with dumbstruck eyes, as if they were looking at another Suzumaru.

Heh... this time is really lucky, master, you can never come back, I think, we don't need you anymore!

The smiling face Qi Jiang silently cut off the last trace of nostalgia for the old master hidden in his heart and the resulting dark thoughts, the golden eyes burst into aura, and he smiled and looked at the young man who still did not lose the wind in the face of Wuhua Taidao , What a lovely child!

Shuzhuwan, maybe I will never have to do what you asked me to do. After all, I have killed too many things. Killing you who has become a ghost is not something that can make me laugh...

Shuzhuwan looked at Youzhen, the crimson in his eyes faded a little, his expression became more confused, and a little sad and sad.

"Namo Miaofa Lotus Sutra." The man lowered his eyes and chanted the title of Miaofa Lotus Sutra, as if he could get rid of all darkness and get relief.

The judge shook his head regretfully, and looked at the number of beads, but there was a sense of hatred for iron and steel.

"What is 'dharma'? One vehicle, one Buddha vehicle! How 'wonderful'? It is 'lotus', flowers and fruits at the same time, coming out of mud without staining, restrained and not exposed.

Shuzhuwanhengci, do you think you have learned the magic way?I'm afraid it's the opposite!

How can you, who haven't realized your sincerity, achieve 'Eternal Joy, My Purity'?

Do you think you can convert to Buddhism just by chanting?

Your present peace is but an illusion! "

A thick dark aura emanated from Shu Zhuwan's body, with Tai Dao as the center, black and red mist continuously permeated the entire room, and even continued to spread outward.The smiling face Qing Jiang pulled out his ribs, his expression was solemn and he was on high alert.Maeda Toshiro seemed to have lost his mind and support, and collapsed on the ground, looking at the blood-stained Buddha knife, weeping silently.

The man finally stood up, and the original moon-white cloak was soaked with blood, turning the compassionate Buddha into a bloodthirsty Shura in hell.All the vibrating swords behind him were turned into dust and scattered.

The long hair flew away, turning into flying snow, and the Buddhist beads danced like a snake, binding and dragging the examiner to the front of him.

"In troubled times and the end of the law, resentment is circling... This is hell on earth...

We are in it, and everything is suffering, so why do you wake up alone?

Maybe my existence is just a mistake..."

Wait, wait a minute!Don't choose that path!Count Zhuwan, be more sober, it's not time to give up yet, don't!

"Let him go!"

Yuma looked at Suzhuwan Hengji, who was getting more and more business in his eyes, and was very anxious.However, that cry made the young man tremble, and he looked in the direction of the voice in disbelief, the familiar breath, the familiar power, it was his sister, it was the power of Xueying... The one who came was... Yamabuki Kunihiro!

"Hateful breath, I don't like the look in your eyes! Let him go!"

Facing the Five Swords of the World, Kiri Kunihiro Yamabusa was not afraid at all, and he pointed the sword directly, tit for tat.

There is red power flowing on the knife, like a rushing blood, and the outgoing spiritual power isolates the dark breath, Yuu is determined that Yamabukiri must be the same as Kiyomitsu Anding, drinking the blood of cherry blossoms before he can appear With such power, there is finally salvation!

Shuzhumaru glanced at the boy on the ground, and silently drew out the Taidao.

"Pray!"

The two quickly fought together, and for a while, the shadow of the knife flew, and the red light overflowed.

Xiaomian Qijiang took the opportunity to approach Yuma, wanting to help him untie the shackles of the Buddhist beads, but was stopped by Maeda Yokoka.

"Maeda Fujishiro, this god judge has great energy, he can definitely save Shumaru, we should help him!"

"Help him? Why?"

The boy dragged the young man with a sly smile, and the short knife was pressed against the neck of the judge, "Mr. Qingjiang, you are not me, you are so detached, to a certain extent, you are well protected by His Highness Shuzhuwan. You bear a lot of dark power, right? It’s good to have brothers around...

But what about me? "

Yuma looked at Maeda's tears of blood and felt distressed.

"I'm the only one left in Awataguchi, I'm alone! It's okay to have no hope before, everyone is the same, sooner or later, it's nothing more than a death, and it's good to live another day, I hope you have more mercy Sympathize with me, I only hope that I can see this ruthless world for one more day for my long-forgotten partners, and watch how it destroys itself!

He counted Zhuwan to stick to his hope, and he walked all the way on the blade fragments of my brothers!Smiling Qingjiang, do you dare to say that you have never received the power of Shuzhuwan?Now that there is new hope, do you want to escape here?Flee from our... grave!

Don't think about it! "

The dagger was soaked in ink, and Maeda Toshiro was surrounded by hopeless darkness. The boy's expression was distorted, and he stabbed the tip of the knife towards the boy's heart with a grinning grin—

When it was only a hair's breadth away, one hand firmly held the blade, and it turned out to be Maeda Toshiro.

Kill him, we don't need any judges, let's destroy this world together, so many people have died, without the master's sword, what's the point of remaining?

But, I want a master, I really want to have a master who can serve me for a long time... What's more, Awataguchi doesn't have a sword to kill the master, nor does he have a sword to stab his companions!Maeda, you absolutely must not do things that would shame your brother and tarnish Toshiro's name!

At a critical moment, a figure bumped into Maeda who was in pain, causing him to fly out with a knife.

"Yambaba Kiri Kunihiro!"

Youzhen was also pushed to the ground, but the restraint was loosened a little, which allowed him to barely free up a hand, and desperately stretched out to the bloody knife.

Kiri Kunihiro, who suffered numerous stab wounds and was in a state of distress, raised his head to look at the young boy who was close at hand, and even slightly bent the corners of his mouth, unable to get up, he crawled towards him little by little.

"Let me guide you in the way of the underworld!"

The blood-stained Asura Blade slashed towards Yamaba Kiri Kunihiro unreservedly, but was stopped abruptly by Smiling Qing Jiang, who was seriously injured.

"Ah, the blunt knife looks miserable... Hehe, counting Zhuwan Hengji, you don't have it in hell... Phew, it's sharp! Your heart...is messed up!"

"Smiling Qingjiang...you, why bother...if it is unavoidable..."

Don't cry, the degree of blood stained like this is just right...

It's just a little bit, and I will be by your side... I hope you don't dislike my tattered appearance.

Even if it is slowly destroyed like this, I don't care...as long as you are safe.

Perhaps a liter of tears was shed. The boy's fingers finally touched Kunihiro Yamababagi's hand. It was bloody and greasy. Yuuma used all his strength to hold it tightly, as if it would never be separated. generally.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro, are you willing to recognize me as your master?

Ah, what kind of eyes do you have... Ahem, do you mind if I'm a fake?Still asking this kind of question... my master!

A pink aura suddenly erupted from the boy's body. He was dressed in a pink hakama, had long brown-red hair, and pink-white spiritual petals mixed with bright red cherry blossoms were flying in all directions, sweeping away all bad breaths like cherry blossoms blowing blood. empty.

Shuzhuwan watched helplessly as the beads that restrained the God-inspector shattered and turned into dust, as if he had been bludgeoned.

The interrogator whose appearance had changed drastically still held Yamabugiri's hand tightly, rubbing against the young man little by little, ignoring his bloody body at this time, and hugging him.

"You, you, you, cough cough... what are you doing, what are you doing!" Yamabukiri's face, which was originally pale from serious injuries, turned red the moment the boy was in his arms.

"You're so beautiful, Yamabashi Kirihiro." Picking up the scarred sword, pink spiritual flow poured into the blade.

"Don't call me...pretty..."

"Hehe, what does it matter, you are Kunihiro's number one masterpiece, in my heart, you are you!"

"Yes, I, that's me!...My master..."

The author has something to say:

I specifically checked some of the content of the Lotus Sutra, but I basically couldn’t understand it, it’s completely nonsense, don’t hold on to the textual research on the party, academic masters and gods!And if friends with faith see it, don’t mind it. It’s not well written, but my heart is sincere, and I’ve tried my best to write it!

Actually, the point is Yamabagiri, right?It's a bit bloody description, but it's so sour, and finally healed some of the depression that Wuhua brought me...