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

67.

Probably inspired by the tragedy of the world, the former emperor who worried about the country and the people finally struggled to wake up from the nightmare.

The room was lit with incense, especially when Long Xiao woke up late at night.

His eyes were heavy and heavy, and the process of opening them was difficult and laborious, but he realized that he could no longer sleep like this.

As soon as he moved, a warm hand came over and touched his brow bone.Fu Ziqiu leaned down and whispered in Long Xiao's ear, "What do you want, water?"

Long Xiao hooked Fu Ziqiu's cuff with his index finger, and his eyelashes trembled endlessly.

"I'm not leaving, I'll get you some water, okay?" Fu Ziqiu grabbed Long Xiao's hand and squeezed the slender fingers: "Come back soon."

The sound of footsteps receded a little bit, and running water fell into the cup.

Fu Ziqiu helped Long Xiao up, put the cup against his pale lips: "Drink a little to moisten your throat, you haven't eaten all day."

Long Xiao took a sip, and the clear tea dripped into his dry and sore throat, awakening his mind along the way.

He opened his eyes little by little, and the room was brightly lit.

Fu Ziqiu blocked his eyes with his hand: "Is it dazzling?" He put down the cup, and extinguished most of the palace lanterns with a palm: "Sorry, I forgot."

Long Xiao's hands were a little cold, on the contrary, Fu Ziqiu's hands were rarely hot.He pulled that hand off, and saw the ghostly gauze on the back of the hand.

"I slept all day?" Long Xiao's voice was hoarse.

"En." Fu Ziqiu rubbed the back of Long Xiaoliang's soaked hands: "You can still sleep for a while, it's still early in the morning."

Long Xiao leaned sleepily on Fu Ziqiu, not energetic, but he didn't want to sleep anymore.

Smelling the aroma in the room, Long Xiao glanced at the incense burner on the table: "Have you been here before Huaichu?"

Fu Ziqiu nodded: "You didn't sleep well, I'm a little worried."

Long Xiao was startled, he didn't remember what dream he had, but the feeling of physical and mental exhaustion is not fake, at least he hasn't recovered yet.

To make Fu Ziqiu so worried that he called Huai Chu over, it was probably because he frightened him by talking nonsense in his sleep.

Long Xiao lowered his eyes, looked at their overlapping hands, and thought, how could he still be willing to hug me, how could he still be willing to touch me after seeing me in such a miserable state.

"I……"

Fu Ziqiu opened his mouth before him: "The demons in the heart have released so many evil spirits in the world, and Qi Wu will hardly be able to withstand it."

Long Xiao's heart felt cold at first, and the chill swept down his whole body along his feet.

Sure enough, he still cared, Long Xiao thought, he doesn't want to hear what I have to say anymore.

But now there is no time to mourn for him, Long Xiao shuddered, and sat up from Fu Ziqiu: "Has the barrier of Jiuchongtian been repaired? Let the disciples of Jianmen go down and help him."

He stretched his arms to reach for the clothes on the bed, and said while putting them on, "I'm going to Wangchenzhou. Amelo's bald donkey has been hiding for 500 years. It's time to make some contributions to the Three Realms."

Fu Ziqiu got up to get clean socks for Long Xiao, and when he came back, he squatted under the bed, supporting Long Xiao's ankle with one hand.

Long Xiao was buttoning up his buttons, and was startled by him, he quickly retracted his feet: "Ziqiu..."

Fu Ziqiu held him tightly, wrapped his palm around the thin ankle, and touched the protruding fibula on both sides.

Inadvertently seemed to remember something——

Someone had measured every inch of this body by hand long ago, especially the pair of fibulas, which had been lifted and bitten hard during the frantic collision.

Fu Ziqiu vaguely sensed something about himself and Qinghe, but the past was too confusing for him to be completely sure.

He didn't show anything, and smiled at Long Xiao, licking the tips of his teeth: "Your feet are so cold, I'll help you put on socks."

Long Xiao was a little embarrassed, this kind of part that was usually invisible to others always had a slight sense of secrecy, but now it was completely exposed, and Fu Ziqiu scrutinized it unscrupulously.

He curled up his white toes like a dragon's tail, and said awkwardly: "...I wear it myself."

Fu Ziqiu saw it again, when the man bit him, Long Xiao did the same, curling up his toes uncontrollably.

As if being pricked by a needle, Fu Ziqiu frowned almost invisible, then gently but still firmly grasped the circle of wrist bones, and put the clean socks on without saying a word.

Long Xiao arched his waist slightly, his long messy hair hanging down to his knees.

He intuitively felt that Fu Ziqiu was not in a very good mood now. The reason was probably that his shell as Gu Zhizhou was dirty 800 years ago, but he had no choice but to replace it or return it. He gets along.

Putting on his socks and shoes, Long Xiao walked out of Changxiao Palace first.

There is a deeper gully between them than when Long Xiao was resurrected. Long Xiao dare not cross it, and Fu Ziqiu does not know where to cross it.

·

After a scuffle the day before yesterday, Jiuchongtian was no longer its former glory. Collapsed pillars, palaces eroded by evil spirits, and long broken roads can be seen everywhere. I don't know when it will be repaired.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and someone outside had already started to clean up the mess. Long Xiao deliberately avoided it, turned into a golden light and disappeared out of the Nantianmen, went all the way west, and landed on Wangchen Continent.

The door of the Buddha room is open, and the golden Buddha statue is solemn and sacred, full of compassion and pity for the world.

Long Xiao approached step by step, tilting his head slightly, with a look of piety on his face.Stepping into the room, the door slowly closed behind him, and a faint ray of morning light hit the back, which suddenly coincided with the spine.

A hand next to him handed over three sticks of lit sandalwood. Long Xiao took them, folded his hands and pressed them on his forehead, and bowed slightly. The courtesy was not very thoughtful, which was quite different from his usual style. |Into the incense burner.

"Amitabha, I haven't seen him for many years, but the Dragon God still looks great."

Long Xiao raised the corner of his mouth: "It's been a long time since ancient times, and the etiquette has been ruined. How can there be such a thing as elegance?"

Half of Amelo's body was hidden in the darkness, and he heard the words: "The etiquette comes from the body, and the demeanor comes from the heart. It is enough to see the heart, and it is not empty."

Long Xiao faltered and realized that his hands were stained with some incense ash, and unconsciously twitched: "Then the heart of the true Buddha is still tied to the world of mortals?"

Amiluo lowered his head: "The heart of the poor monk is still superficial, and he can't penetrate ten miles of the world of mortals, let alone dare to speak."

Long Xiao: "The existence and death of the world is endless. If one day is destroyed, the true Buddha will not be able to participate even an inch."

"Then one point is one point, and one day is one day." Amelo remained unmoved: "The return of the dragon god will turn the crisis into safety."

Only then did Long Xiao set his eyes on the monk standing in the shadow, and let out a deep breath: "I am no more patient than before, and I don't have time to accompany the real Buddha to practice meditation and enlightenment. Since the real Buddha refuses to enter the world, let's be straightforward , I ask you to answer."

This is Long Xiao's real purpose in coming to Wangchen Continent——

Ami Luo clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, if the dragon god wants to ask Qing and the benefactor, please go back."

Long Xiao's eyes were cold, because this sentence confirmed his conjecture: "You have been hiding from the world for 500 years, and it really has something to do with Qinghe."

Amello was exposed, but he was not flustered: "The past is gone, Dragon God, please cherish the person in front of you."

Long Xiao turned around, and a huge shadow threatened him.At that moment, his face became cold and sharp, covered with layers of frost and snow: "Amelo, do I have a choice for you?"

The magnificent golden light of the Buddha statue hit Long Xiao's side face, fully revealing the storm in his eyes.At the end of the road, the most disdainful method in the past was actually used. Long Xiao threatened coldly: "Today I will be a villain. If you don't explain the matter clearly, I will go out from here and see you again in the world of mortals." It won't be until tomorrow's sun."

Amello opened his mouth, as if to say something.

Long Xiao approached him further: "I can say and do it, and I will definitely not let you down."

Amelo was silent for a while, and the holy light lingering on his body suddenly faded away. He was like a snow lotus suddenly infected by the world. His Wugou eyes were covered with dust, and he dared not even glance at the majestic golden Buddha from the corner of his eye. , lest the gods peep into their secret thoughts, every bit of it is disrespect and blasphemy.

In the end, Amello turned his back, faced the beam of light coming from the crack in the door, and put the Supreme God and Buddha behind him.

He closed his eyes, his voice was dull, but he threw a huge stone in Long Xiao's heart: "Fu Daoist is not the reincarnation of Qinghe, he is Qinghe."

Long Xiao's pupils shrank slightly, his throat was blocked by sand, and he was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

"800 years ago, after the dragon god sacrificed himself to seal the devil, Qinghe jumped into the eternal karma fire to take out Nilin, and asked Feng Ya to put Nilin into the Tongtian Shenbai to conceive. Qinghe wanted to accompany you until the birth, but he His real body has been eroded by the divine fire aura left by the karmic fire, and he is powerless to support him, so he begged me to help him."

Long Xiao clenched his palms, feeling a fire burning from the bottom of his heart, making his voice hoarse: "...what can I do for him?"

"The real body is gone. Qinghe should have reincarnated, but he didn't want to. He said he wanted to come back to you, not to be your house sparrow, but to protect you from the wind and rain. He also said..."

Qinghe's eyes were gloomy hundreds of years ago, but when he said this, his expression was full of longing——

"This time, instead of me loving and pampering him, he can live as he wants, without constraints, burdens, beliefs and persecution. I want him to be his true self, and let him live his life freely."

Amiluo twirled the Buddha string in his hand: "The poor monk has selfishness, Ake has experienced all kinds of sufferings in the world of mortals, and his soul is fragile and hard to withstand the catastrophe. I can't bear it..."

"so what?"

"So the poor monk said to Qinghe that it is okay to help him, but you need to exchange your soul." Amello opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Long Xiao. Former confession: "He agreed, stripped the living soul from the golden pedicle lotus under the seat of the World Honored Buddha, and slept for 500 years before gaining a chance to survive, and entered the world with Ni Lin. Without a living soul, he would not live to be 30 years old. To be the master of Shura It’s a last resort, and it’s a must.”

Long Xiao's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the fire from the bottom of his heart reached his throat all the way and turned into scorching air.With a rare impulsiveness and no demeanor, he grabbed Ami Luo's plain shirt, and every word he uttered was bloodthirsty: "How dare you? How dare you?!"

Amiluo lowered his face: "The poor monk discussed with Feng Ya whether to awaken Qinghe's memory. Later we felt that if the heart demon is safe forever, the dragon god will be Gu Zhizhou, and Qinghe will live on as Fu Ziqiu. It's better than before, life is a burden, and there is no good end."

"It's such a burden for life, and it won't end well." Long Xiao's neck was stiffened into a line, and blue veins pierced through the white flesh, standing there abruptly, and even the outline of his face was as firm as iron: "Aren't you a monk? You Isn’t Buddhism merciful? Don’t you still save all living beings? Even if you don’t help him, even if we are burdened all our lives and don’t end well, how can you take away his soul for your own selfish desires! If he refuses to cultivate the Tao What about it? What happened to Ruoshe when he became a demon? You tricked him into taking his soul, and you still want his life!"

Long Xiao felt that he was going crazy. The love|desire buried in his body in the past and the present, those things that he couldn't get, those things that couldn't be said, those sufferings that couldn't be relieved after a long time, burst out at this moment.

After he made up his mind to die, it was a matter of the Three Realms, a matter of peace, and everything was properly arranged.Qinghe could have followed the path he had paved for him, and lived out his life in peace. Maybe he would be sad because of his departure, but the gods have a long time, and they have only been together for a hundred years. One day, they will fade away and forget.

After getting old, Qinghe might be able to recall him at a certain moment, and with this pretty good memory, step into reincarnation and start a brand new life without him.

Without Long Xiao, there would be no pain.

This is destined to be a lonely road from the beginning, and walking once is enough.

But why, still don't give up, still refuse to forget.

Qinghe lives so irrationally that love is deep and pain is also deep.

But Amelo's use of him is shocking, and if he is a little careless, this feeling bought with life and blood will be burned.In case something goes wrong, after Long Xiao returned to his position, how would he face Qinghe who gave everything but got nothing in return?At that time, even Qinghe will completely disappear from his life.

What a jerk!

Ami Luo said with shame: "The poor monk is ashamed of the Qinghe benefactor, the Dragon God, the World-Honored Buddha, and the sentient beings of the Three Realms. Amitabha."

Long Xiao's eyes were red, his fists turned white, and he was speechless for a long time. If his eyes could kill, Amieluo would have been cut into pieces by him.In the end, he angrily loosened the skirt of the monk's clothes, still feeling uneasy.

Amelo turned to the golden Buddha sitting on his seat, and the majestic light reflected on his forehead, reflecting his three-pointed silence: "The poor monk should repent and atone for his sins before the Buddha all his life, and beg the Qinghe benefactor for forgiveness."

Long Xiao raised the corners of his lips ironically, and said sarcastically, "How much is your confession worth?"

Desire is something that no one can avoid.The emperor who is compassionate to the world and the people can't do it, and neither can the true Buddha who saves all living beings.

·

Long Xiao found Fu Ziqiu in the Three Heavens. At that time, he had just struggled out of a bunch of evil spirits, and his arm was scratched by a sharp armor, leaving a long cut. When the nearby evil spirits were cleaned up, the wound would heal automatically. up.Seeing Long Xiao, he brushed away the choking yin in front of him and ran over: "Is the matter settled?"

In the morning, Long Xiao went to Wangchenzhou to bring in rescue soldiers, and Fu Ziqiu took his oral order to dispatch the disciples of Jianmen to the world to exterminate the evil spirits.After the confession, I received a call for help from Chu Cheng, and the evil spirits released by the inner demon had already reached the third heaven.

Just as Long Xiao learned that this stupid bird had done some bastard things behind his back, he was furious at first, but when he saw Fu Ziqiu here, he couldn't express his anger anymore.He felt that he was the number one foolish king who was dazzled by history books.

"Well," Long Xiao turned his anger towards Fu Ziqiu into his dissatisfaction with himself, and pulled his long face, "Ami Luo refused to come out, but gave me the dispatch order of Wangchenzhou. How about side?"

Fu Ziqiu said: "The evil spirits released by the heart demon are more powerful than the evil spirits in the hell realm. They fight very hard in the third heaven, and the human world may not be able to withstand it."

Long Xiao stretched out his hand to grab a wisp of devilish energy that hadn't dissipated and twirled it between his fingers, his face darkened: "The heart demon injects its own devilish energy into the new dead ghosts, and they will reproduce and live endlessly, unless you use sky fire, Otherwise, it will be difficult to completely eradicate it.”

Fu Ziqiu thought of the ruins of the demon world that had been burned by sky fire: "This is..."

"The heart demon wants to repeat the old incident of the sky burning all over the demon world. This time, it wants to turn the Jiuchongtian and the human world into purgatory."

Fu Ziqiu panicked for some reason, and suddenly grabbed Long Xiao's arm, and asked eagerly, "How did the sky fire in the demon world ignite back then?"

Long Xiao stopped for a moment, and suddenly held up a handful of fireballs in his right palm, raised his slender fingers slightly, and the fireballs turned into dozens of flames and sprayed out from his fingertips. The dust annihilated in the sky and the earth.

"I lit the fire with my own hands." Long Xiao lowered his shoulders and said calmly, "The inner demon hadn't cultivated into reality back then, it was just a cloud of black mist that existed on the door of my heart. The evil spirit Yin Chi refined was inspired by it, and it was only then that I realized why Yin Chi wanted to let me go back to the Nine Heavens."

Long Xiao set up a white cloud and rode on it lightly. He sat on the cloud and passed his hand to Fu Ziqiu: "Come on, I'll tell you slowly."