The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is me who turns back

46.

Fu Ziqiu didn't know how to describe his mood, pain?sad?These all seem too shallow.

When Gu Zhizhou fell down, his mind was blank, probably still immersed in the phrase "I've always been here".After all, it would be impossible for Gu Zhizhou to say such a thing, not to mention the addition of "now and in the future".

To be honest, he never thought about it, the word is far away and strange.

I thought about it when I was in Shimen before, those ideas about the future are full of Gu Zhizhou.Later, we separated, although the plan has changed, and it is different from what we expected.But I heard from time to time how powerful Gu Zhizhou is in the heaven. Knowing that that person is living a good life, even if there is one less him in his future life, it doesn't matter.

The moment Gu Zhizhou exited, he was looking forward to the future, and he didn't even think that there was a monster waiting to sacrifice himself in the hell way.He felt as if he hugged Gu Zhizhou, as if he had captured their vacant 100 years. In the future, he might use more love to slowly fill up the gap.

What's more, he fantasizes unrealistically that from this moment on, they will never be separated again.

Fu Ziqiu was so coaxed by Gu Zhizhou that he couldn't find his way, and his soul was thrown high.

But there was no sign, the person in his arms slid down like mud, and the heart that had just risen to the clouds seemed to fall with the falling movement.

It was as if a stone was dropped casually, and it hit the ground with a "pop", shattered to pieces.

Thousands of strands of red light shot out from Fu Ziqiu's body, tightly wrapping the person who fell into the air.

He caught Gu Zhizhou, and the light and shadow became an invisible barrier, enveloping the two of them.The light was not as strong as before, as if it had been melted by water.It looks like a scorching sun from a distance, but Ruoshui is too dark, so it is more appropriate to say it is a sunset.

Gu Zhizhou was lying on Fu Ziqiu's lap, his shoulders and neck were supported, and his sight was out of focus.

Fu Ziqiu pressed against his forehead, a lot of spiritual power flowed into his body along the junction, but it flowed into the sea like mud, Gu Zhizhou was so broken that the spiritual power couldn't even sew a strand of soul superior.

"Zhizhou..." Fu Ziqiu grabbed Gu Zhizhou's hand: "You...you can't do this..."

"Zhizhou, please, don't do this..."

But what was waiting for him was empty hands.

Fu Ziqiu looked over, his red eyes filled with pain.

Gu Zhizhou's hand was right in front of his eyes, and it was broken bit by bit.

The color is light and faint, dotted with blue faintly. It flutters and wants to fly to the distance, but it is stopped by a circle of red light around it.So they floated and swung, and flew back again.

Fu Ziqiu shook his head in disbelief, as if what was broken was not Gu Zhizhou, but a part of his body.

"Gu Zhizhou!"

Fu Ziqiu's eyes were red, he grabbed the piece of clothing on Gu Zhizhou's shoulders, his teeth were clenched tightly, "clack": "You can't do this to me!"

There was more and more powder, hands, feet, body, did not leave Fu Ziqiu extra time to say goodbye or anything else, it seemed like a joke in a hurry.

"Gu Zhizhou!"

"asshole!"

"Gu Zhizhou, you are an asshole!"

Fu Ziqiu turned into a lunatic who lost his mind, cursing, and using this ruthless way, watched Gu Zhizhou change from a flesh and blood person into a pile of powder that would float away at any time.

Can only watch, can't do anything.

"Bastard..." His voice dropped, his shoulders shrugged helplessly, and finally he let out a sob.

Fu Ziqiu vaguely felt that this feeling of powerlessness was a little familiar, as if it was not the first time in his life to say goodbye to Gu Zhizhou.He was stabbed, tortured, and tortured in a sea of ​​knives and flames. The scorching oil burned his skin into blisters of various sizes, and countless silver needles were pierced into his wounds.

It turns out that the so-called sorrows in the past were all on paper.

The cruelty of reality is that it makes you think that you have everything in an instant, and then smash it lightly in the next moment.Sloppy, as if not worth mentioning at all.

The most powerless thing in the world is life and death. Some people come, some people go, and go round and round to return to the original point. Perhaps only after experiencing the heart-piercing pain can one understand it. Some pains are more painful than dying.

The divine sword still failed to save its owner, Gu Zhizhou was completely shattered, just like Xiaohe, completely shattered.

Not even a piece of clothing was left.

Fu Ziqiu only choked up, and only shed a tear.

Crystal drops of water adorn the lower jaw, reflecting red or blue beams of light.

The flying dust condensed into a wisp, seeming to have some consciousness, circling around Fu Ziqiu lingeringly, mischievously, exactly the same as Gu Zhizhou when he was young.

The black black iron ring fell out, and returned between Fu Ziqiu's fingers in a circle.Immediately afterwards, another white jade-like wooden plaque fell down, which was the amulet that Gu Zhizhou carried on his body.

Fu Ziqiu sat on the spot dazedly, his eyes first fell on the amulet, and then slowly raised it up, tossing and turning back and forth with the floating powder, he didn't move, didn't respond, just looked at it stupidly, as if he had been robbed of it. Sanity.

Finally, as if they had had enough of playing, they formed into a ball, and each particle of dust shone with moving light.

Fu Ziqiu stretched out his hand in a daze, and a moon-white scale fell on the palm, glowing with a faint gold.

The stagnant pupils turned slightly, and the eyes fell on the scales, which were no bigger than a palm. The size and shape were the golden light on Gu Zhizhou's chest the day before yesterday.

As if being hit hard in the chest, Fu Ziqiu took a sharp breath.

The ancient and complicated imprint of the Demon Lord swept across the whole body in an instant, and the acacia flower that only bloomed halfway through the year was in full bloom at this moment.

In an instant, the world changed color.

The deep weak water set off violent waves, the earth shook violently, and a bottomless ravine opened.Mountains toppled and seas fell, flowers withered and grass withered, fleeing creatures were buried by collapsed buildings, hurricanes rolled up dark clouds, and roars came from the depths of hell.

The barrier cracked, and Fu Ziqiu lost his support and fell suddenly.

He saw the unquenchable karmic fire in the hell way suddenly ceased, and a black iron long sword was nailed straight in the middle of the stagnant water.

With a "buzz", the blade of the sword trembled, leaving the lake of fire bit by bit.

A pale and skinny hand caught the hilt of the sword. The moment the sword was drawn out of its sheath, the inscriptions on the exquisitely carved sword became more and more clear. It read——

Zhen Ling.

Holding Zhenling in that hand, he drew a scarlet spell in the air.

The wide cuffs are automatic in the absence of wind, and the incantation is embedded in the void but seems to be on the ground.In the blink of an eye, a heavy bronze door stands in front of it.

The sword edge was inserted into the gap between the doors, and the copper-rusted lock ring was still ringing and clanging.

Zhenling suddenly turned sideways, the bronze door was pried open, pale fingers stretched out, and with a bang, they were pulled open to both sides.

When he walked out, the man looked back, his whole body was wrapped in darkness, only a pair of bright and clear eyes were exposed.

There is a plaque hanging on the top of the bronze door, and the color has not faded even after the fire.

I saw two words written on the top of the plaque: reincarnation.

Fu Ziqiu recalled a voice——

"The Celestial Clan God of War is nothing more than mediocre, it is the Almighty God!"

He suddenly understood something, and then he was surrounded by a sense of frustration.

What now?

Gu Zhizhou's soul was scattered, and the evil spirits sealed in the hell realm returned to the world, and the important mission entrusted by his master was completely messed up.

All the people who cared and valued are gone, but he is living well, living in such an absurd way.

Fu Ziqiu closed his eyes and let himself fall into the bottomless weak water.

He lived, and for the rest of his life, he suffered day and night in pain.

He's dead, and it's all over. Maybe when I see Master again in reincarnation after thousands of years, I can apologize to him and say I'm sorry, Master, I failed to fulfill your entrustment.Then, he will forget about Gu Zhizhou, and forget that people who have lost their souls will never be reincarnated. He doesn't need to indulge in vain dreams day and night to long for a little comfort.

This is their destined ending, and they are destined not to end well.

But even death cannot be fulfilled.

The True Buddha spread out his jade white palm, and a piece of lotus petal under the seat supported Fu Ziqiu's falling body, wrapping him gently, with warmth and fragrance.

Fu Ziqiu stared blankly at the petals on the top, the gradual change of pink, slowly turning from white to red, not rich, but just right softness and comfort everywhere.

The scales that were tightly clenched in his hands suddenly stood out, hard and sharp, and there was a tingling sensation, it was it that cut Fu Ziqiu's palm.

"Amitabha, time is fate, all ghosts are in turmoil, and it is a pity for the Three Realms that the body and soul of the Snow Immortal will be destroyed."

In the storm, only the square inch of Amelo is protected by the light of Buddha and is not disturbed.

Fu Ziqiu curled up his body, his soul that had been chilled for hundreds of years finally felt the cold.

I don't want to worry about it anymore, whether the three realms are chaotic or harmonious, the world is happy or sad, and other people are living or dying, what does it matter to him?

If you can't even protect the person you love the most, how can you protect others?

The world is still upside-down and chaotic, the sea water is pouring back, the mountains and rivers are overturned, and the three realms and six realms have become a boundless hell.Fu Ziqiu closed his five senses and divine consciousness, and closed his eyes and ears in troubled times.

He held the scale close to his heart, like a fool abandoned by the world, stubbornly grasping the last ray of warmth.

Amelo sat upright on the cloud, with his thumbs folded, and the other four fingers pressed down together.

The wind stopped the thunder, and the turbulent Three Realms gradually calmed down.The cassock draped on the side of the body unties itself, rotates and enlarges it at a high place, and the evil obstacles are eliminated wherever the golden light pervades, like a giant protective umbrella, covering the world.

A phantom appeared vaguely in front of everyone. He was tall and tall, and his whole body was wrapped in a black coat. His face was wrapped in a cloth, but only a pair of eyes were exposed.

"Monk, there are two tricks."

The moment the man spoke, Fu Ziqiu frowned imperceptibly.

The softest part of his heart was hit, and the needle-like pain that surged up from the moment Gu Zhizhou fell was healed and comforted at this moment.

This is the devil in hell.

The devil's voice was exactly the same as Gu Zhizhou's.

You see, Fu Ziqiu didn't completely lose his mind, he could distinguish clearly, he could hear clearly, but he was sober and indulging, relying on the slightest similarities, he looked for Gu Zhizhou's shadow.

Amelo didn't answer, but lowered his compassionate eyes and silently recited the devout Buddha's words.

"But you have been able to stop it for a while, have you been able to stop it for a lifetime?" The devil should have smiled, and it sounded so nice: "Our goals are the same. If this is the case, I will wait for you in hell."

He said the last few words lightly, playfully, with a bit of childish naughtiness.

After finishing speaking, the phantom became transparent little by little, and after the demon disappeared, the thousands of ghost soldiers on Ruo Shui and Fu Ziqiu's General Shangya all disappeared.

The cracked seal of the God and Ghost Realm was repaired at some point, and the light was no longer pure and clear, but exuded an unbearable evil spirit.

"Amitabha." Ami Luo clasped his hands together: "The catastrophe is coming, General Chu should go back to the Nine Heavens first, and discuss the countermeasures with the Emperor of Heaven."

"Wait." Chu Cheng stopped Ami Luo: "Is Gu Zhizhou dead?"

Fu Ziqiu under the petals heard this sentence, bit his lower lip hard with his white teeth.

The true Buddha replied: "The time limit for bearing Xue Xianzun has come."

"What about him?" The scimitar swung down, pointing at Fu Ziqiu under the lotus seat.Chu Cheng said: "The devil and the evil spirits came out of Shura Dao. Fu Ziqiu and Gu Zhizhou conspired to disrupt the Three Realms. Gu is dead, so he can't run away anymore."

Amello slowly raised his eyelids, his eyes are gentle and untainted, he is a god who sees through everything in the world.

"General Chu, you should look carefully at what is right and what is wrong. Immortal cultivators do not want quick success and quick profit. What's more, is it true that the evil spirits have nothing to do with you?"

Chu Cheng was shocked.

"I took Daoist Fu away. If the Emperor of Heaven summons you, then come to Wangchen Continent for an important person."

The awe-inspiring Sanskrit sound sounded again, and there was no trace of Amelo on the cloud, only a faint fragrance of flowers remained, shaking down the sky from top to bottom.

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Wangchenzhou

"True Buddha."

The little novice was dressed in a simple gray shirt, with a sandalwood bracelet hanging in his palm, and when he saw Amelo from a distance, he opened the door of the Buddhist room.

Amello smiled gently: "Thank you for your hard work, go get busy."

The novice twirled the beads and walked away unhurriedly.

The Buddha room is towering, facing a golden Buddha statue as tall as three people.The big Buddha stood on the lotus platform, with the heels of both hands touching and pinching two fingers, one shoulder sank slightly, as if listening attentively.

The merciful face is born to be awe-inspiring, and the room is full of quiet sandalwood, as if all evils can't hide here.

Amello threw out the petals in his sleeves, and the pink light receded, leaving only a dejected man sitting on the futon with his head bowed.

Fu Ziqiu probably collapsed.

This man who was regarded as a backer by the hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers of Shura Dao, at this moment, couldn't spare a single thought to protect them.

He was threatened by great despair, and it hurt even to breathe.

If you look closely, his spine is bent and collapsed softly, like mud.The pair of phoenix eyes that were always provoking lost their spirits and were dull, surrounded by a pool of stagnant water without waves.

"Fu Daoist." A Mieluo stood tall and tall in front of Fu Ziqiu, the door of the Buddhist room closed behind him little by little, the gentle light gradually narrowed, and finally left a very thin line on Fu Ziqiu's face.

Fu Ziqiu lowered his eyes, staring at the things in his hand motionlessly.He didn't speak, and neither did Amero, as if he was determined to be more patient than anyone else.

The two of them sat and stood for an unknown amount of time, perhaps in the blink of an eye, but Fu Ziqiu couldn't even feel it.When Gu Zhizhou died, there was no difference between a breath and a whole life. A life was long enough, but a breath was more difficult than a whole life.

The corners of Fu Ziqiu's lips twitched slightly, and his throat was hard to handle, as if saying a single word would consume all his energy.

"True Buddha," Fu Ziqiu said hoarsely, "Is Gu Zhizhou really dead?"

Amiluo's peaceful voice came, announcing the bad news was as sad and joyless as chanting sutras: "Mr. Negxue has passed away, and his soul is gone, and there is no place to turn around."

"Oh."

Fu Ziqiu responded, and forced himself to believe this established fact again.As long as he was alive, he had to face the fact every moment.

Another long silence.

As the sky turned from bright to dark, Amelo set out to light the Buddhist lamp.

In the quiet Buddhist room, Fu Ziqiu was surrounded by two giant Buddhas, one in front and one in back.Sit until the east is white.

Shoulder and neck should be sore, Fu Ziqiu's head is very empty, but his thoughts are full.

He was finally willing to raise his eyes, his eyes slowly went up, and fell on the white jade-like face of the real Buddha.The confused expression gradually disappeared, and Fu Ziqiu's voice was completely hoarse, and he could only let out an unpleasant voice: "True Buddha, do you want to save me?"

Amello shook his head: "Fu Daoist, the world of mortals has not been broken, and the Buddha said that it is impossible to cross."

"The world of mortals has not been broken..." Fu Ziqiu repeated silently: "The man has passed away, so where does the world of mortals come from?"

"The world of mortals is all in the hands of Taoist Fu." Amieluo said unhurriedly: "It just depends on whether Taoist Fu picks it up or puts it down."

"What if I let go?"

"If you let it go, you will be like this, and Lord Xuexue will still be Lord Xuexue, who will perish in the heaven and earth, and will remain in your heart forever."

Fu Ziqiu spread out his palms, and the moon-white scales slept there peacefully, strange, distant, high above——

Gu Zhizhou is no longer within his reach, but beyond his reach.

Fu Ziqiu braced his knees and stood up unsteadily.

He raised his hand to block the dazzling light in the crack of the door, and he let it go after getting used to it for a while.

The bright red color seemed out of place in the solemn Buddhist room, Fu Ziqiu turned around and looked up at the holy spirit.

"The reverse scale of the dragon is indestructible."

Fu Ziqiu weakly raised the corners of his lips, and pulled out a bleak smile.

"Can I let it go?"