Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Fahuajun, who had difficulty recovering his spiritual power, finally took the slant of his sword and revived Changtianjun in a heresy way.

Before that, Master Xu Yun advised him many times not to go astray, but for the future chosen by that person, others have no room to intervene, even Xuannan did not comment much.

Lord Fahua, who possessed evil skills, self-destructed the foundation of the righteous way, endured the severe pain and pulled out the Nimai buried deep in the bone marrow. It took seven full years to cultivate the true fruit, and he was able to take out the remaining essence of Lord Changtian from the Phoenix Emperor Jade Pendant. Yuan.

Three years after seven years.

At the beginning, it took three years for Emperor Tianyao's blood feeding to bring the spirit fetus into the world. Now Fahua Lord continuously provides his own spiritual flow to help Tianjun transform into a human form, and it took three years.

During the three years, he seldom appeared in front of people, and went alone to the bitter prison, the forbidden place of Buddhism in the depths of Wuxiang.

Being able to get this name is because of this place to suppress countless demons and evil spirits. The evil spirit is the most prosperous, and it is more suitable for Fahua Lord to draw the power born of resentment from it.

He has put all his eggs in one basket. Once there is a deviation in the process of conceiving a spiritual fetus, not only Chang Tianjun, but also him will be backlashed by the evil spirits, and his soul will not exist since then.

But he never regretted it, even though he knew that he would become a monster that that person would not recognize, let alone recognize him, he never had the timidity to retreat.

"I just want you to live, even if it takes my own life, it's worth it!"

This is the most words that Mr. Fahua has said to the spiritual fetus who can't speak and has no consciousness in the past three years.

It's a pity that man's calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations after all, and Wu Wu, who returned from the demon, happened to bump into the scene where Lord Fahua, whose kung fu was almost exhausted, closed his eyes and concentrated, and the blood in both hands was blackened by the evil spirit, and the roots were violent.

The man held his breath, as if his life had stagnated. It was obviously near the end, and it was the most critical moment of resurrection.

Seeing this, Xu Wu didn't think deeply, and shot straight at the unsuspecting Lord Fa Hua, slapping him mercilessly in the back.

The person who was hit suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, distractedly withdrew his hands to block the disrupting nothingness, the raging injuries in his body made him unable to speak, and could only reluctantly accept the opponent's attack after attack.

At the critical moment of the strong resistance, the essence splashed with Fahuajun's blood attracted the covetousness of the monsters in the hell prison. It was not until the nothingness was shocked by the horrifying scene that Fahuajun, who was able to breathe, rushed towards the man who was forced to absorb the demonic nature. Chang Tianjun.

At this moment, Jingyuan already has the baby form, curled up with her chin resting on her back, as if she was asleep, but she was surrounded by a wave of blood energy that is visible to the naked eye.

"Why... I just want him to come back, and even this...you want to stop me?" Before Wu Wu could answer, Master Xuyun who was alarmed rushed over and saw Fa Huajun holding the baby who was neither crying nor fussing silently. Weeping, weeping.

"Amitabha, time and destiny..."

The old monk held the Namaste salute, hugged the baby from the arms of Lord Fahua who was on the verge of collapse, felt the pulse and said comforting words, "Don't worry, as long as he is alive, there is no room for change."

"Master, can he, can he still wake up?"

"You can do it yourself."

It's just that the ending is unpredictable.

Lord Fahua, who was seriously injured by nothingness, fell into a coma for ten days under Xuannan's treatment. Within ten days, Master Xuyun searched through the scriptures and tried countless methods to expel the evil spirits living in the baby's body, but all failed.

Xuannan made a fool of himself, "According to this little monk, there is no way to save him. It's better to let him continue his life in the world with the help of this little monk's evil skills."

As he said that, he pointed to his heavily made-up eyebrows and eyes, and his smile was a bit ugly.

"Otherwise he will be born into the world as a monster that will harm the world, and he will be struck by lightning and die. The little monk has no thoughts of worrying about the people, the country and the people, so it doesn't matter if he disperses his cultivation to help him survive. Whether it’s right or wrong, it’s just about whether it’s worth it.”

Master Xuyun sighed for a long time, then asked: "Then do you think it's worth it?"

"It's worth it for Chang Tianjun to live. If the result is unsatisfactory, it's even more worthwhile for the little monk who gambled his life for it and didn't leave any regrets. As for whether he will become a scourge in the world in the future, stirring up a bloody storm in the world , there is no place for peace, so it is not something I should worry about."

XuanNan cut open the veins in his wrist, dripped the blood on the candlelight, and used a secret method to pass on the whole body of exercises to the sleeping baby.

"If you become a demon, you will become a demon. It's better than becoming benevolent! After the little monk knows this, he will definitely become a villain that the righteous way of the world is eager to eradicate, but I am afraid that the little monk will not be able to intervene in these things, so he will have to retire and recuperate, and then he will be able to lead him on the right way." Apart from Mr. Fahua, there is only you, the old monk."

Master Xuyun's serious face softened a little, and he asked with a smile: "Do you really believe him? The poor monk thought you only treated him as a child who does things according to his will, and it's hard to make a big deal."

"It may have been true in the past, but he will change a lot for this child in the future. Do you want to take a gamble with the little monk?"

Xuannan's efforts were not in vain, thanks to the infusion of his exercises, the baby was no longer lifeless, Master Xuyun patted his buttocks, he pretended to cry once or twice, and then woke up Fa Huajun who was seriously injured and sleeping.

The first thing the man said when he opened his eyes was "There is only thunder, but no rain... This kid is really ugly..."

After saying that, he reluctantly stood up, took the baby from Xuannan's arms and held it in his arms, shaking it stiffly, making Xuannan laugh.

"You also looked like this when you were a child. Don't laugh at others. Besides, how can you coax children like this?"

Seeing that his heavy makeup had faded to seven points, and his whole body was haggard, Mr. Fahua knew that he had helped him regardless of gains and losses. He wanted to thank him, but he didn't know how to say it.

"You don't need to be courteous to the monk, and there will be more mess to clean up than the monk, such as..."

As he spoke, he pinched the baby's face, the pain made the child cry out, and stared at him in disbelief.

The moment the baby opened its eyes, Mr. Fahua's heart sank, and subconsciously reached out to caress the blood-red eyes, but was bitten on the wrist unexpectedly, and blood flowed out immediately.

"He...how could??"

"Youming ghost pupils come from Jiuyou, and there is nothing the Xiujie can do about it. If you have a chance, you can go to Jiuyou Flower Sea and ask the Lord if there is a way to remove the Yutian Seal, but before that..."

"I know that the Buddhist sect can't keep him, I will find a way to send him away, and I will leave now."

He didn't want to cause trouble for the Buddhist disciples who took him in, and he didn't want those who treated him kindly to be targeted because of this. If it wasn't for the emptiness staring at him, he wouldn't have to go down the mountain overnight with injuries.

Fa Huajun, or Feng Changhuan, who left the Buddhist sect this year, was only 15 years old.

He headed west all the way to Mount Tianyu, covering his face and the baby in his arms with a thick and wide cloak.

The baby was too well-behaved, neither crying nor fussing. If he could not hear his rhythmic breathing, Feng Changhuan would have thought that he was holding a puppet that could neither cry nor laugh.

When passing through the village at the foot of the mountain, he met a woman who was pregnant but had a sad face. After asking, he found out that someone in the Taoist family pointed out that she must have a bloody disaster in the near future.

He checked the woman's pulse and found that the heartbeat of the fetus in her womb was weak, and even if it was born, it would be a weak and sickly baby. After calculation, the fate was only a few hours, and there was no way to recover.

He pulled the wounded body and gave some spiritual energy to the woman before leaving. A few days later, he was still worried about the mother and child, so he went back to the village to visit. It was late at night and it was also the day when the woman gave birth.

Feng Changhuan waited quietly outside the window with the baby in his arms. There was a scream from inside the house, which made his heart tremble.

He bit his finger bones trying not to make a sound, and the baby in his arms looked at him quietly, as if he had already guessed that his life was planned by that person.

The baby didn't cry as usual, but grabbed Feng Changhuan's finger when he hesitated.

His slender fingertips were tightly clenched in his fleshy little hands, his bloody eyes were particularly dazzling in the long night, and a trace of reluctance melted into his eyes.

"You hate me, don't you?"

The ear-piercing cry of the baby pierced the dead silence. The midwife washed away the bloody hands and rushed outside to announce the good news: "Master! Master! The young lady gave birth to a boy!"

Feng Changhuan gritted his teeth and made up his mind, got up and turned into the window, went to the side of the couch and saw the dying lady through the bed curtain, wanted to speak, but finally gave up.

He cruelly picked up the newborn who was crying weakly, and then put the baby in his arms that had been with him for several days in the cradle.

His hand was still tightly held by that child, how could he bear to leave after seeing this situation?

However, as the footsteps outside the house approached, Feng Changhuan had no choice but to turn back cruelly. He had no time to look at the child again, so he had to leave in a hurry.

The baby in his arms stopped crying, and he tried every means to hold the baby's breath with spiritual power, and rushed to the Buddhist sect with light kung fu.

He was already injured, and even if he tried his best, it would be difficult to fight death.

Traveling to the wilderness, the baby still breathed his last and fulfilled his destiny, only spending a few short hours in this world.

Fahua Jun, who had been tense for a long time, burst into tears like a dike, and knelt down on the solid soil, crying so painfully and desperately for the first time in his life.

Up until now, he still couldn't accept life and death calmly.

When Chang Tianjun died, he held his sliver of essence, knowing that as long as he bowed his head and confessed his mistake to Emperor Zun, that person would have a chance to be resurrected, and the grief was incomparable to this moment.

Now, a living life is dying in his arms, and he has not had time to open his eyes to see the world. Even though he knows it is destiny, he still cannot overcome this knot in his heart.

"It shouldn't be like this...it shouldn't be like this..."

The cries aroused the curiosity of the mountain elves. In the wilderness where no one cares, a sacred deer appeared in front of people and knelt down.

The man cried bitterly, and Xianlu watched him cry quietly, until his hoarseness was exhausted, and then he opened his mouth to pick up the baby's body in his arms.

Feng Changhuan turned around to avoid Xianlu, and hugged the child even tighter. Seeing that he was sobbing and about to cry again, Xianlu hurriedly put his head on his neck, breathing warm breath to comfort the disheartened child. people.

In fact, how could he not know that this child was fulfilling God's will, if he didn't live a long life, he would get rid of the evil diseases in this life and be happy and healthy in the next life?

He just couldn't see a child similar to that person bearing the same heavy destiny...

For one person, abandon the selfishness of the past and fall in love with the whole world, even if it is rotten and dirty, it is unsightly.

This is the love that Changtianjun taught Fahuajun during the 13 years of loneliness.

The author has something to say: Master is really kind. For a child who has nothing to do with him and is doomed to die so sad, it shows that he still has expectations for the world, otherwise he seems to learn from Emperor Zun at the time of Jiuchongtian The coldness of coming, let alone one person, even if thousands of people fall under his feet, he will remain indifferent.

Although the person who led him on the right path and gave him the right guidance was Master Xuyun, but because of his love for Chang Tianjun, he fell in love with this cruel world and wanted to stay.

So, don't look at the milk buns who only kiss and hug every day, in fact, they are very good at it~