Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms

——Feng Si!

Chuhe seemed to hear something suddenly, and suddenly looked back.

However, behind him, the alien space was empty, and countless mirrors staggered to reflect the dark light.

Did you hear it wrong... Chu He turned his head, his eyes fell on the mirror in front of him, and the next second he was surprised to find that there was a figure behind him at some point.

That person has a familiar face, with a familiar smile, even the slightest eyebrows and eye corners are exactly the same as in memory, as if tens of thousands of years have not changed a bit.

Even the eyeballs of Chuhe trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a word when he opened his mouth. It took him a long time to make a voice of surprise: "Sakyamuni...?!"

Sakyamuni took a step forward and put his hand gently on Chuhe's shoulder.

——He is not a cold illusion in the mirror, but a real person, even the warmth of the palm of his hand can be clearly felt through the material of the clothes.

And the temperature was comparable to the hottest fire, burning every inch of nerves through the skin, and there was an indescribable feeling in the severe pain, which made Chuhe tremble uncontrollably.

He trembled so violently that he couldn't turn his head back with all his strength, and he couldn't even deflect it slightly. He could only stare at the mirror not far away, and the smiling Sakyamuni in the mirror, and the weak Own.

"Don't look back," Sakyamuni whispered in his ear.

"Why you……"

Sakyamuni laughed and said, "Little Phoenix, you have grown up."

Chu He panted violently, and his nails pierced deeply into his palm until blood oozed out, flowing vertically and horizontally on the palm lines.

"You still... haven't changed at all, why..."

"Why I am here is not important, what is important is why you are still here." Sakyamuni said with a smile: "However, at this exciting moment of reunion after a long absence, don't waste time with boring questions like 'why' Alright."

He paused, and the tone of his voice was exactly the same as the memory of Chuhe's youth, gentle temptation: "If you are with me, are you willing to go back to heaven, my dear...Little Phoenix?"

The meaning hidden in this sentence took several seconds before creeping into my mind bit by bit, like a tiny electric current along the nerve endings.

——If time goes back and the years are reversed, Phoenix King Ming, who cried bitterly in the empty hall that year, will definitely think that he has obtained the greatest salvation in the nine heavens and ten earths; , Chuhe stared at his pale self in the mirror, unable to say a word.

"I...I won't believe you anymore, Sakyamuni..." After a long while, his weak voice finally seeped out of the air like breaking ice.

"You have left too many doubts in my heart, anger and resentment have destroyed me...whether it is your return to the colorless heaven, what happened on Mount Sumeru, or the law of heaven against the four evil ways Changes, even you ordered the subsequent King Jiang III—”

"You hate Jiang III," Sakyamuni said regretfully, "I'm sorry, I should have thought of it earlier."

Chu He swallowed, and the base of his tongue was slightly numb due to excessive tension.

"So, after these things, I can no longer trust you wholeheartedly like before... But I have also tried my best to stay away from you to avoid causing any Buddha kalpas, and even Maha's current affairs are hidden from everyone..."

"...I have done everything," he paused, panting, "except... there is no way to destroy my own life."

Sakyamuni raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Have you even tried this?"

"...Yes, many years ago."

Shakya seemed very interested, and asked, "So, what if I were to take your life now?"

They stared at each other in the mirror for a long time, and the space behind them was vast, calm and eternal.

Chuhe looked ahead, tears fell from his eyes.

"I will fight back," he said.

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Sakyamuni seemed a little surprised, and stared at Chuhe for a long while, but the latter's beautiful eyes were clear and resolute in tears, and there was no room for wavering.

That kind of unshakable determination is the same as when he worshiped from the ice and snow to the top of the mountain, as he pulled out twelve bloody phoenix bones from the sea of ​​blood, as he stepped into the eight thousand-foot blood lotus pond from under the Bodhi tree, without any hesitation. Facing the obscure, dangerous and unknown future without hesitation, go forward step by step.

"You have really grown up..." Sakyamuni seemed to be a little emotional for some reason, and said, "However, some aspects have not changed at all. Once a new path is found, even if it is rotten with the smell of a sea of ​​blood, it will still be the same. Gritting my teeth and going to the end...then, am I too late?"

He stretched out his hand to thousands of floating mirrors in the distant space, and with a light tap, countless grotesque pictures appeared on the mirrors.

——It is a ferocious roaring beast under the Golden Bell of Heaven, with sword and ax on its body, and would rather die than kneel; it is a demon that cannot be purified in the sea of ​​blood, and all living beings are converted to it, but it stands upright; The man who came from the cracked and smoking ground knelt on one knee on the battlefield and said in a hoarse voice full of blood, "I've come to propose to you..."

In a more distant place, the mirror reflects a warm white light, everyone is together, everyone is happy and complete, there is neither cold loneliness nor sad watch.

"Is this your current belief?" Sakyamuni asked softly in his ear, "Is this the love you finally recognize now?"

Phoenix closed his eyes, tears flowed down his pale and transparent face, turning into thousands of tiny flashes of light in the void.

"You don't dare to admit it." Sakyamuni laughed, seeming to find it very interesting: "——you dare not."

He raised his hand on Phoenix's shoulder and pulled down his skirt.

From the neck to the collarbone, the slightly protruding bones of the shoulders to the large area of ​​skin on the back, they are all exposed to the air, and there is a breathtaking shimmer in the darkness.It looks so cold and jade-like in texture, but it is unimaginably warm, delicate and soft when touched, just like the fragile and vulnerable heart of the owner of this beautiful body.

"Then, that little phoenix who dared to muster up the courage to express his love to me..."

Sakyamuni let go of his hand, and half of his white robe fell to the ground:

"...are you still here?"

He brushed up Phoenix's long hair, and leaned over to press a kiss on his bare shoulder.

Chuhe tried to push him away with his backhand, but his fingers trembled so badly that he didn't have any strength. Sakyamuni easily grabbed him in his palm, and his fingers intertwined, full of sadness.

"Do you still remember the 1000 years when you knelt under the Bodhi tree? How did you choose the forbidden place of heaven, the double trees of Sala?"

"If I don't see you, will you kneel for tens of thousands of years until you die?"

Chu He couldn't answer, his lips parted slightly, trembling uncontrollably.

Sakyamuni laughed, and stretched out his hand from behind to cover his scattered and unfocused eyes, feeling the moist eyelashes in his palm, fluttering like the last dying butterfly in the wind and snow.

"Kneeling for 1000 years..." He gently kissed the soft and cold lips, and asked with a chuckle, "...under the Bodhi tree, what did you think about?"

"..."

"Is it all about me?"

"..."

The lips and tongue were entangled and the breath was intertwined, and the sobs in the throat were blocked back gently and irresistibly, it sounded like some kind of secret cry.After a while, Sakyamuni held Chuhe's chin, made him tilt his head slightly, and said softly, "Answer me."

They stared at each other like this, and countless mirrors in the dark and vast alien space shone with cold light.

"...that was too long ago..." Chuhe finally said hoarsely after a long time, every word was full of tearing blood.

"I already...don't remember..."

Sakyamuni paused slightly.

In the next moment, a long gun appeared in Chuhe's hand, and he turned around and swept across, smashing countless mirrors heavily in the violent shock!

--boom!

Billions of fragments flew and shone like exploding stardust, setting off a tsunami that swept across every inch of the vast space in an instant.Sakyamuni's figure was rushed out of a thousand meters in an instant, and returned to Chuhe in the next second, his figure soared like a fierce bird about to attack its prey——

The energy wave melted away the last trace of his disguise, revealing the face of King Jiang III!

He stared at Chuhe condescendingly, and smiled slightly: "I haven't seen you for many years, don't come here without any problems, Your Highness Phoenix?"

After finishing speaking, he kicked Chuhe in the chest and kicked Chuhe away!

There was a series of loud bangs, and Chu He flew out and smashed through the huge mirror, and the momentum did not slow down, directly collapsing seven or eight mirrors in a row, and then he was followed by King Jiang III, who grabbed his throat, " Bang!" It was firmly nailed to the top of the smooth giant mirror!

"How did you recognize me?"

"..." Chuhe coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood panting, and said hoarsely after a while: "I didn't recognize it."

——His calm voice didn't change a bit, but the meaning behind this sentence was so clear that King Jiang III Ming felt a little absurd in an instant: "What did you say?"

"I didn't recognize you, it's just a coincidence." Chuhe's throat was pinched by iron-like hands, and his voice sounded very strange, and it sounded a bit like a slight sarcasm: "But now I recognize you."

Ming Wang Jiang III stared at his face that was exactly the same as in memory, and finally saw that it was not a lie.

It's not because his voice is natural and his expression is true, but because of his disdain—a disdain that he doesn't bother to cover up with lies.

He finally let go of his hand and took two steps back.Chu He fell off the smooth mirror surface, staggered a few steps when he touched the ground, managed to stand still, and choked a mouthful of blood from his lungs.

"Your style is so direct and unchanged for thousands of years... But there is no need to look at me with such disgusting eyes, I came here to see you after withdrawing my appearance." King Jiang III looked down at him curled up Coughing stuffily, he laughed and asked, "Could it be that it caused you too much psychological shadow last time? So much so that you can't even forget it now?..."

"You think too much," Chu He said, wiping the blood from the corners of his lips, pulling up his skirt and straightening up.

"Oh? Then you are not surprised to see me?"

"I'm only surprised that you dare to desecrate the Buddha's incarnation."

Unexpectedly, King Jiang III did not move or refute. After a while, he said leisurely: "Do you think I'm blaspheming the Buddha...No. I'm just treating you according to the way Sakyamuni was treated many years ago. Look, You didn't even find any flaws, which means you actually know-"

Chuhe turned around and punched him!

But in a flash, his wrist was caught in the air, and immediately after a "bang!", King Jiang III pushed him against the cracked mirror behind him, and the fragments fell to the ground immediately!

Chuhe said sharply: "Are you sick?!"

"Perhaps." Jiang III King Ming showed a strange smile: "But it doesn't matter, you probably don't know yet, right? I'm already possessed..."

Chu He's first reaction was ridiculous, but he didn't really laugh out loud, because King Jiang III then reached out and untied his cuff.

——The position of his arm near the elbow, the black magic pattern on the muscle forms the logo of Asura Dao secret mantra, which is really a mark of being enchanted!

Chu He stared straight at the black magic pattern, his face was rarely blank due to extreme astonishment.

"Before this place became a mark, it was originally a wound... yes, it was a wound on me, one of the five authentic kings of Tantric Buddhism. You shouldn't know it? Why did no one get close to you on Mount Sumeru back then, no one with you Talk, and even later everyone looked at you with disgust and fear, and whispered behind your back in the corner..."

King Jiang III approached Chuhe, his tone almost malicious: "Do you think it's because you were born with an ominous appearance and bear a very evil appearance? No, that's not the case."

"You have been cursed from the first day you came to Mount Sumeru. Except for specific people, anyone close to you will encounter bad luck and accidents. Some people even fall into the 33rd heaven and fall into the six realms because of this. Suffering from reincarnation... and the wound on my body suddenly appeared on my arm after the day you vowed to cross the sea of ​​blood..."

Chu He's ears were buzzing, he couldn't hear clearly what King Jiang III Ming was saying, and he even forgot to break free from his restrained hands.

"...As things go on like this, over time, people who originally wanted to get close to you will regard you as an ominous sign, and in this alienated and indifferent environment, you can only get closer and closer to specific people..."

"Understood, His Highness Phoenix Ming?"

"You can continue to be proud of no one in this way, and hold on to the sad hope. You will never know the bloody truth and rotten secrets, and you will always stay in the illusion that others have carefully sketched for you..."

"Enough!" Chu He roared angrily, and suddenly pulled King Jiang III away!

Jiang Sanshi was caught off guard and took several steps back, only to see Chuhe walking towards the distance stepping on countless broken glass in the void.

The sleeves and hem of his robe were blown back with the wind brought by his steps. From this angle, the sideburns were blocked by his sideburns, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

However, King Jiang III Ming suddenly recalled a similar scene many years ago. Phoenix cut off his long hair under the double sala trees, stood up and stepped on the boundless lotus, and walked towards the vast red sea of ​​blood. How straight was the boy's back at that time. It seems that all the difficulties and dangers in the future can be smoothed out, no matter what fate will be waiting in front of it, showing a ferocious smile.

If the innocent courage at that time had been worn away by tens of thousands of years, what gave him a stronger and more complete faith now?

"——Do you want to go to Zhou Hui?" Jiang III King Ming sneered, and said, "It's too late, this game is just to hunt him down, now outside the thousand-degree mirror world, everywhere is full of deadly aura ocean--"

Chuhe paused, his complexion changed drastically.

"In the sea of ​​dead air, everything corrodes and melts. The minions and flesh of monsters turn into foam, falling into the sea of ​​blood and never turning over."

King Jiang III Ming stretched out his hand to a little far away, images were reflected on countless floating mirrors, and at the same time, the angry roar of monsters that shook the world resounded!

"Or we can make a bet, how long can this monster last in the sea of ​​dead air..."

A sneer of sarcasm floated on King Jiang III's face: "Since he was born in the sea of ​​blood but represents the way of heaven, then you can come and see—this time the sea of ​​blood or the way of heaven, who else can save him?"