Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

It is said that people who have attained Buddhahood but failed to step into Buddhism are like this. They cannot cut off their emotions and desires, and still suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death. Their fate is different from ordinary people, and they will suffer more.

A bright red streak on his forehead is a symbol of his miserable fate.

The body cannot be turned into a relic, and only a piece of jade bone remains, which can also bring blessings to people.

Until his death, Feng Changhuan was doing things for others, not for himself.

Yu Fuchen hugged the man's skeleton, and lost his sense of reality for a moment, as if he was in a dream, he couldn't believe it, and he couldn't be reconciled.

He pressed his jaw against the man's skull, weeping uncontrollably, his voice was choked in his throat, only whimpering remained.

"Master, this is not true, right..."

Feng Zehuan said: "You shouldn't ask him, because you can't live forever in the wonderful illusion he made up for you. The past you carry is far heavier than the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. Come to think of it, Yu Xingzhi , remember what kind of monster you are."

This situation and scene aroused echoes in the depths of memory.

The flames reflected the sky, and the blood flowed like a river.

When he was still young, he sat on the mountain of corpses, stepping on innocent beings, his face was stained with blood, his eyes shone coldly, and with a terrifying expression on his face, he smiled at the trembling person kneeling in front of him.

Still dressed in white, still with a thin figure.

He said: "Behavior, teaching is not strict, teacher's laziness, I am late, and brought you to this point... Now you have committed heinous crimes. In order to seek the right way and give an explanation to the common people, as a teacher, you have to..."

"I have to get rid of this demon boy, and give an explanation to the mortal world, the Xiu world, and even Jiuchongtian. But master, I kill people who betray me...Look at this, the fat lady from Dongjie Wang's family Boy, you always mock me for having no father or mother, and beat me all over with bruises, and this, Widow Li from the butcher shop, that day you were too sick to get out of bed, I begged her to give me half a spoonful of lard to warm you up, but she But kicked me out the door..."

Yu Fuchen remembered that at that time, he felt the joy of revenge and the disappointment he refused to admit.

He knew very well that the red-eyed self really had evil thoughts, and thought that if that person oppressed him with the righteousness of the world, he would cut his neck with his own hands and make him shut up his chattering mouth forever.

In the end, he also went on the road with him.

Feng Changhuan got up silently, stepped forward step by step over the pile of bones.

Yu Fuchen thought, the master still wants to teach him a lesson, just like when he stole a meat bag and carried it in his arms and ran home, teaching him the principles of life with the palm of his hand.

Facing the master who was approaching every step of the way, he became murderous again, wrinkled his brows, bared his teeth and wanted to eat his body.

But that person didn't raise his hand to give him the burning pain as he expected, instead, he held himself in his arms, crying so pitifully and loudly for the first time in his life.

"I'm sorry, Xingzhi... I always pretend to be righteous, I always have the world in my heart and ignore you. It's my master's fault... You stop and stop killing people, okay?"

"I……"

He paused, and wanted to hug the man's hand, but he retracted it.

"I... have no way out."

"No, you can, let's go, there is still time to turn around now..."

"It's too late? Look at the horrors of corpses all over the place! Feng Changhuan, look!! I have already committed murder, and my hands are covered with blood. Unless I can't make up for it after death, how are you going to explain to the common people!!"

"So Master has to...have to bear all this for you. Behavior, it's my fault, I failed to curb the evil thoughts in your heart, it's my fault... always restraining your nature, but behavior...Master doesn't want to see you Death, I don’t want to see you suffer the consequences, someone must pay the price, I hope that person is me!!”

Yu Fuchen pushed away the person who was holding him in his arms, and scolded angrily: "Who wants you to care! Who wants you to save!!"

I also found that my body was imprisoned, and my limbs could no longer move.

The man smiled miserably in the residual wind, his face was extremely pale.

He said: "At the last moment, there is a sentence that I want you to listen to me patiently... Actually, when you were bullied, Master was very distressed, and he taught the person who hurt you, but you forgot... Behavior, you Trapped by inner demons and eroded by rationality, there is not much left, but Master believes that as long as you recall patiently, you will always think of those good things that are worthy of nostalgia in this world, don't you..."

He cried so desperately, so heartbroken, abandoning all dignity, he couldn't help covering Yu Fuchen's face with trembling hands.

"Think about it, the first time you smiled at me, the first time you called out to Master, the first time you wrote down your name... Xingzhi, they say you are a demon, but you are not. Suffering all kinds of calamities. I used to accompany you through the difficulties with full confidence, but in the end...it was still difficult to do what I wanted. This is the last time Master begged you. Today's matter was done by me alone, and it was you who did it to stop the loss in time Reluctantly killing the teacher to prove the way, remember!!"

"You stop... I won't let you die..."

The heart-piercing curses turned into pleadings.

Feng Changhuan held his right hand, tears slid down his cheeks and hit the back of his hand.

Yu Fuchen wanted to say, the way you cry and laugh is really ugly, but I have no choice... There is no way to ignore your pain.

It's good to die together... At least we can be companions on the road to Huangquan.

In a moment, Luan Dao made a move.

Yu Fuchen couldn't help himself, he was disturbed by the spiritual power that the man entered into his body, he couldn't control himself, the sharp blade pierced from his fingertips instantly penetrated the man's body.

That noble frosty white was eventually dyed a dirty blood color...

Feng Chang laughed happily, and hugged him who was stunned and stunned for the last time, his body was no longer in control, and fragmented voices overflowed from his mouth:

"Forget it... It's okay to forget, with my life, in exchange for the rest of your life, you will no longer bear the infamy, no longer be trapped by love, no longer be burdened by fame... Xingzhi, this is what Master owes you..."

No, I don't want you to die... I don't want you to die! !

I should be the one to die... I should be the one who was pierced through the heart and split into pieces. There is no place to die! ! !

Master, I won't be mischievous anymore, and I won't think you are naughty anymore... Please, don't leave, okay...

behavior……

"behavior!!"

With a cry, Yu Fuchen woke up suddenly, covered in cold sweat, gasping for breath, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

The nightmare was so real that he couldn't return to his senses for a long time.

The cold hand of the person in front of him wiped away the beads of sweat on his forehead, and he moved his lips closer to his forehead to feel his body temperature.

"It's so hot, but I had a nightmare? Master, I'll boil some ginger soup to warm you up."

Soup?where is this place?

Yu Fuchen looked around in a daze, the dim light reflected a pair of figures.

Dream... is it a dream? ?

Everything in the dream was too real, and he couldn't tell what was real and what was imaginary.

Staring blankly for a long time, Yu Fuchen felt that the figure dangling in front of him was too slender and different from that person. After all...he hugged it with his own hands. It's clearer, isn't it?

He looked back at himself again, stretched out his hands in front of him, and found that they were a pair of young children's hands, the clenched fists were only the size of a jujube, fleshy, pink and tender, not like his real self, eating Too much pain, grinding too many cocoons.

Whether it is reality or dream, true or false, false or true, there is no need to delve into it.

He followed the man's back, wondering if the young Feng Changhuan knew that he would die for himself in the future, would he take care of him without hesitation?

"Master."

The opening of the mouth is an immature child's voice.

The man looked back at him, quickly pulled him into his arms, and stuffed him into the bed.

Yu Fuchen enjoyed the rare treatment, curled up in his arms, and did something that he could never imagine as an adult.

--behave in a spoiled manner.

"Master, I had a nightmare. I dare not sleep alone...will you accompany me?"

"What kind of nightmare did you have? Tell Master if you are afraid."

"I...dream of you, you're gone...for me."

The man was stunned for a moment, and soon recovered his smile: "Dreams are always the opposite, don't worry, look, isn't Master doing well?"

"You...don't even ask about the details? You already knew it would end like this, right!"

At this moment, Yu Fuchen showed eyes that did not match his age, and Feng Changhuan just sighed and shook his head when he saw him.

"I don't know that Zhou's dream is Hu Dieyu, and Hu Die's dream is Zhou Yu...it's just a dream, why take it seriously."

"You clearly know...you clearly know that this is a dead end, why don't you escape?"

"You should ask why you ran away. I let you go once, thinking that I didn't care about it, and I should be at ease until the end, but I didn't, and instead suffered a lifetime... At that time, I swore that I would be an upright gentleman in this life and never get you , not to mention keeping you, I want to live a carefree life in my next life. I just hope you are well, even if it’s for Xiaoxiao.”

Reincarnated with memories, Mr. Fahua... really is one of the nine hundred secrets of the nine heavens.

Yu Fuchen couldn't think of words to refute.

The matter has come to this point, the truth has become clear, the memory learned from the mysterious and difficult illusion is not all of his past, but a white lie that Feng Changhuan carefully cut out.

But it's not all false, at least he was really excluded by the world as a devil boy, deeply despised, and almost died because of it.

Later... why did he fall into the devil's way by a single thought?

Yu Fuchen knew that when he reunited with Feng Changhuan when he was young, he shouldn't have questioned him like this. In the past, he had lost too much patience and affection for him, but now it is different, so he couldn't let that person lose in wishful thinking.

He lowered his eyelids and put his arms around the man's thin neck.

Taking advantage of his childhood appearance and not being shy, Yu Fuchen approached Feng Changhuan confidently and kissed his sensitive earlobe lightly, making that person blush with shame.

"You...rebel, you are presumptuous..."

And Yu Fuchen kissed him on the cheek again without any fear, with a childlike face, doing something inconsistent with his status.

"I'm sorry, I never told you that I like you. Master, in fact, the person I like the most is you... Thank you for taking the trouble to accompany me, thank you for standing in front of me time and time again, and fighting bloody battles for me, From now on, I will protect you, don't run away again, okay?"

The author has something to say: milk dust sucked dm and started to float away, all kinds of hallucinations and auditory hallucinations couldn't find it, so she took the opportunity to act like a baby.

Thank you for reading the little cuties.