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Seeing that Sanxiu didn't respond, he called out again: "Brother Chu Mo."
With a cry of Brother Chu Mo, the memory that should have been deeply buried was awakened. Sanxiu closed his eyes. He knew that this was an illusion, so he turned around and wanted to leave, but at this moment, his feet kept moving.
He knew very well in his heart that he should leave.
"Master Yunkong." He came over and stood in front of Sanxiu. Sanxiu didn't open his eyes, but he had already touched Sanxiu's face, then leaned on Sanxiu's shoulder, and asked softly: " If you don't open your eyes, are you still angry because I said to go to Buddhism to kill people?"
At this time, his tone was like Feng Luochen's tone to Yunkong before his death, very light and sad, as if his pride as the leader of the Demon Cult had been completely crushed, as if he had fallen into the bottom of a never-ending abyss, as if he was nostalgic The autumn wind is blown away by the autumn wind.
The third cultivator wants to retreat, but cannot retreat; wants to escape, but cannot escape.He finally pursed his lips and said: "It's just a past incident." This is not for the person leaning on his shoulder, but for himself.He thought he could let it go, but those things hung over his mind like a cloud.
He took another deep breath: "The poor monk is not him, that coward."
Feng Luochen held his face and lowered his forehead, the two of them were very close at the moment, as long as they were an inch closer, they could kiss each other.
"Aren't you a coward too? In the previous life, you refused to face your own heart and went your own way. In this life, you still dare not face me."
"This is just an illusion." Sanxiu subconsciously wanted to squeeze the beads tightly, but for a moment he forgot that the string of natal beads was given to Mozi City by him, and he didn't realize that he didn't have any beads in his hand. , blood flowed through the fingers and fell to the ground.
Feng Luochen let go of him again, and took his hand to gently lick and lick the blood that flowed out. Sanxiu frowned and then took his hand away.
"There are clearly six realms in the dream, but when you wake up, there is nothing in the universe. Master Yunkong, you don't understand it as well as I do. If you really realize it, the world of the universe is an illusion. Where does the illusion come from? It's just a dream. You...have a mind of discrimination and hate me."
In the past, Feng Luochen deliberately studied Buddhism in order to cater to Yunkong, but in the end it didn't achieve much, and Yunkong still didn't talk to him very much.
Thinking of this, Sanxiu felt a tight pain in his chest. He thought that he had let go of the grievances from his previous life, and he thought that he would look forward and not go back, but when he stopped and looked back, he would still be emotionally affected by those things.
Some things and some feelings will not change with time, he will be silent because he is buried, until he is aroused again, the pain he has experienced will come to his heart again.
"The biggest precept has been broken, so how can the poor monk care about discrimination? In the poor monk's mind, it is nothing more than the difference between Mozi City and not Mozi City." Sanxiu said this, but he opened his eyes. When he looked directly at Feng Luochen, those obsidian eyes were filled with sadness and heartache.The scene of that person dying in his arms back then is still lingering in his mind, and the emotions that shouldn't exist are pouring out like a floodgate, which is hard to control.
"Brother Chu Mo, you are shaking." At this time, Feng Luochen changed his name again. It has to be said that certain names can indeed play a certain role at certain times.He continued: "Your eyes are erratic, can I take it as that you still have my place in your heart?"
This sentence is both a question and a doubt. Is it true that the sentence "living for you" in the tomb was true?It is suspected that the phrase "Before I was born, I was an actor" is true?
"Are you really living for me?"
"Is it really just a predestined drama?"
"It's never fate to play people, it's people to play people, you... and me to play people."
Every word was like a blade stabbing at the heart, and the pain made Sanxiu even have the urge to cut open his chest.
"I love you, Master Yunkong."
Sanxiu found that his legs could move, and he stepped back little by little: "I am not Yunkong."
"You still deny me!" Feng Luochen finally lost the last bit of patience, he almost yelled out, he was angry and puzzled, why Yunkong still rejected him no matter how many times?
"I have crushed my dignity and shown weakness in front of you countless times. Since I have been in this position until now, there is only one person who can make me do this! Only you! Doing your own thing again and again, Self-righteous and self-righteous! Why do you rely on it! Do you rely on the fact that you will not be an asshole no matter what you do?!"
"Or do you want to see me die again and you will be happy? Good! Very good! This seat satisfies you!"
The next moment, the sword came out of its sheath, and there was a cold light, and blood stained Sanxiu's sleeve red—it was actually Sanxiu who was holding the sword with bare hands.
"Don't... Luochen... don't... please..."
Sanxiu's hands trembled a little, not because of the pain and really couldn't control the emotion.Tears fell down the cheeks on the white monk robe, leaving water marks and being blown dry by the wind.
Feng Luochen suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and that smile was a little nasty: "Look, you're still reluctant, right?" It would have been better if he didn't cry.
It took Sanxiu a long time to reply with one word: "Yes."
Feng Luochen let go of his hand, and the sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound. He reached out and hugged Sanxiu, as if he had been waiting for this answer for a long, long time.He leaned against Sanxiu's body as if his whole body was exhausted, and he didn't speak for a long time.Maybe the other party understands without having to say it, maybe they don't know how to express it, in short, both of them are speechless.
"Master Yunkong, are you willing... to live for me again, as a third life?"
.
Mo Zicheng frowned and looked at Ruoye Xuansang: "This is not the way, it's too slow. Xuansang, do you have any paper?"
"What word?"
"Ordinary rice paper will do."
If Ye Xuansang is worthy of a treasure chest, he really has it.
Mozicheng took the rice paper and took out a zip knife to cut out some paper figurines. He cut his middle finger and dripped blood on the paper figurines one by one. With the spell of chanting the paper figurines, the paper figurines instantly "lived". Xiu's natal prayer beads were placed on the ground, and a few paper figurines leaned over to rub them against each other.
"It's the owner of this Buddhist bead, go."
As soon as the words fell, the paper people scattered in all directions.
"The leader knows the art of witchcraft?" Ruoye Xuansang was a little surprised, but he didn't know that Mozicheng knew the art of witchcraft.
"Just know a little bit. Miaojiang witchcraft is not beneficial and multi-purpose, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. However, this kind of innocuous little incantation is not harmful, but it is not necessary to use it under normal circumstances."
Adding a proper spell to the blood on the middle finger can assist the foreign object to become a spirit. Generally speaking, it needs to use special paper to cast the spell and does not need to drop blood, but it is only limited by the conditions.The blood of the middle finger is pure yang blood, and the yang energy in the body is a little short due to the spell just now, but it is not a big problem. After all, paper that is not special cannot burn automatically. It is not known what the paper figurine will become after being stained with pure Yang blood and Miao Jiang's spell.
Seeing that Sanxiu didn't respond, he called out again: "Brother Chu Mo."
With a cry of Brother Chu Mo, the memory that should have been deeply buried was awakened. Sanxiu closed his eyes. He knew that this was an illusion, so he turned around and wanted to leave, but at this moment, his feet kept moving.
He knew very well in his heart that he should leave.
"Master Yunkong." He came over and stood in front of Sanxiu. Sanxiu didn't open his eyes, but he had already touched Sanxiu's face, then leaned on Sanxiu's shoulder, and asked softly: " If you don't open your eyes, are you still angry because I said to go to Buddhism to kill people?"
At this time, his tone was like Feng Luochen's tone to Yunkong before his death, very light and sad, as if his pride as the leader of the Demon Cult had been completely crushed, as if he had fallen into the bottom of a never-ending abyss, as if he was nostalgic The autumn wind is blown away by the autumn wind.
The third cultivator wants to retreat, but cannot retreat; wants to escape, but cannot escape.He finally pursed his lips and said: "It's just a past incident." This is not for the person leaning on his shoulder, but for himself.He thought he could let it go, but those things hung over his mind like a cloud.
He took another deep breath: "The poor monk is not him, that coward."
Feng Luochen held his face and lowered his forehead, the two of them were very close at the moment, as long as they were an inch closer, they could kiss each other.
"Aren't you a coward too? In the previous life, you refused to face your own heart and went your own way. In this life, you still dare not face me."
"This is just an illusion." Sanxiu subconsciously wanted to squeeze the beads tightly, but for a moment he forgot that the string of natal beads was given to Mozi City by him, and he didn't realize that he didn't have any beads in his hand. , blood flowed through the fingers and fell to the ground.
Feng Luochen let go of him again, and took his hand to gently lick and lick the blood that flowed out. Sanxiu frowned and then took his hand away.
"There are clearly six realms in the dream, but when you wake up, there is nothing in the universe. Master Yunkong, you don't understand it as well as I do. If you really realize it, the world of the universe is an illusion. Where does the illusion come from? It's just a dream. You...have a mind of discrimination and hate me."
In the past, Feng Luochen deliberately studied Buddhism in order to cater to Yunkong, but in the end it didn't achieve much, and Yunkong still didn't talk to him very much.
Thinking of this, Sanxiu felt a tight pain in his chest. He thought that he had let go of the grievances from his previous life, and he thought that he would look forward and not go back, but when he stopped and looked back, he would still be emotionally affected by those things.
Some things and some feelings will not change with time, he will be silent because he is buried, until he is aroused again, the pain he has experienced will come to his heart again.
"The biggest precept has been broken, so how can the poor monk care about discrimination? In the poor monk's mind, it is nothing more than the difference between Mozi City and not Mozi City." Sanxiu said this, but he opened his eyes. When he looked directly at Feng Luochen, those obsidian eyes were filled with sadness and heartache.The scene of that person dying in his arms back then is still lingering in his mind, and the emotions that shouldn't exist are pouring out like a floodgate, which is hard to control.
"Brother Chu Mo, you are shaking." At this time, Feng Luochen changed his name again. It has to be said that certain names can indeed play a certain role at certain times.He continued: "Your eyes are erratic, can I take it as that you still have my place in your heart?"
This sentence is both a question and a doubt. Is it true that the sentence "living for you" in the tomb was true?It is suspected that the phrase "Before I was born, I was an actor" is true?
"Are you really living for me?"
"Is it really just a predestined drama?"
"It's never fate to play people, it's people to play people, you... and me to play people."
Every word was like a blade stabbing at the heart, and the pain made Sanxiu even have the urge to cut open his chest.
"I love you, Master Yunkong."
Sanxiu found that his legs could move, and he stepped back little by little: "I am not Yunkong."
"You still deny me!" Feng Luochen finally lost the last bit of patience, he almost yelled out, he was angry and puzzled, why Yunkong still rejected him no matter how many times?
"I have crushed my dignity and shown weakness in front of you countless times. Since I have been in this position until now, there is only one person who can make me do this! Only you! Doing your own thing again and again, Self-righteous and self-righteous! Why do you rely on it! Do you rely on the fact that you will not be an asshole no matter what you do?!"
"Or do you want to see me die again and you will be happy? Good! Very good! This seat satisfies you!"
The next moment, the sword came out of its sheath, and there was a cold light, and blood stained Sanxiu's sleeve red—it was actually Sanxiu who was holding the sword with bare hands.
"Don't... Luochen... don't... please..."
Sanxiu's hands trembled a little, not because of the pain and really couldn't control the emotion.Tears fell down the cheeks on the white monk robe, leaving water marks and being blown dry by the wind.
Feng Luochen suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and that smile was a little nasty: "Look, you're still reluctant, right?" It would have been better if he didn't cry.
It took Sanxiu a long time to reply with one word: "Yes."
Feng Luochen let go of his hand, and the sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound. He reached out and hugged Sanxiu, as if he had been waiting for this answer for a long, long time.He leaned against Sanxiu's body as if his whole body was exhausted, and he didn't speak for a long time.Maybe the other party understands without having to say it, maybe they don't know how to express it, in short, both of them are speechless.
"Master Yunkong, are you willing... to live for me again, as a third life?"
.
Mo Zicheng frowned and looked at Ruoye Xuansang: "This is not the way, it's too slow. Xuansang, do you have any paper?"
"What word?"
"Ordinary rice paper will do."
If Ye Xuansang is worthy of a treasure chest, he really has it.
Mozicheng took the rice paper and took out a zip knife to cut out some paper figurines. He cut his middle finger and dripped blood on the paper figurines one by one. With the spell of chanting the paper figurines, the paper figurines instantly "lived". Xiu's natal prayer beads were placed on the ground, and a few paper figurines leaned over to rub them against each other.
"It's the owner of this Buddhist bead, go."
As soon as the words fell, the paper people scattered in all directions.
"The leader knows the art of witchcraft?" Ruoye Xuansang was a little surprised, but he didn't know that Mozicheng knew the art of witchcraft.
"Just know a little bit. Miaojiang witchcraft is not beneficial and multi-purpose, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. However, this kind of innocuous little incantation is not harmful, but it is not necessary to use it under normal circumstances."
Adding a proper spell to the blood on the middle finger can assist the foreign object to become a spirit. Generally speaking, it needs to use special paper to cast the spell and does not need to drop blood, but it is only limited by the conditions.The blood of the middle finger is pure yang blood, and the yang energy in the body is a little short due to the spell just now, but it is not a big problem. After all, paper that is not special cannot burn automatically. It is not known what the paper figurine will become after being stained with pure Yang blood and Miao Jiang's spell.
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