This is My Juggernaut Journey

"You can't become a ghost of resentment." Yuxian said suddenly, causing the Buddha carver to stop his hands. He turned his head, his eyes seemed to be glowing with blood, and they were no longer human eyes.

Yuxian subconsciously put his hand on the handle of the knife, and after a while, lowered his hand again, and looked back without showing any weakness: "You must be patient, and I will try my best to be patient for you!"

Wei Ming couldn't bear the consequences of the ghost of resentment blooming in the center before the Inner Palace Army arrived.

The gazes of the two sides collided in the air, causing Yongzhen next to him to clenched his fists, fearing that Yuzuru could not help but draw his knife and chop the orangutan.

After an unknown amount of time, the Buddha carver turned his head and replied, "It's not up to me to decide..."

"No, your will is more important." Yuxian nodded solemnly, bent down and saluted: "We are fighting for our lives outside, and you are patient here to save Wei Ming!"

The Buddha carver of another world line can endure until the army of the inner palace arrives, and then blasts its main formation. He must have taken the initiative to do it. This time, with the help of Bian Ruozi, as long as the Buddha carver does not give up the treatment, it should be able to delay more Long.

There was no sound in the temple, and the candle lights went out. The Buddha carver lowered his head and carved the Buddha statue, as if he didn't hear it.

"The survival of the Weiming country has nothing to do with me, but I will do my best." A low voice suddenly sounded, and after a moment of hesitation, he added: "But I have one condition, if the ghost of resentment reappears in the world, I hope to You may come forever to end it!"

"Okay, I will let you become a god without pain." Yuzuru replied, his promise will be fulfilled without any guarantee.

The Buddha sculptor, who was only meeting for the second time, seemed to feel the seriousness, and nodded slowly: "Then you go, we should not see each other again in the future."

Yuxian straightened his waist, took a deep look at this familiar but unfamiliar Buddha carver, put his hands into his sleeves, and slowly pulled out a green-handled Nodachi sword. He put the sword on the ground, turned and left. go.

"Your friend's knife, farewell, Buddha carver."

The Buddha carver turned his head in an instant, ten times faster than before. He first glanced at the long knife on the ground, with shock and nostalgia in his eyes, and then looked at the door. The swordsman had already gone away.

How does he know?

There are too many things to ask about the words on the lips, but the swordsman has left, walking very freely, not seeking achievements, not seeking rewards, just ending a fate.

"Yeah, you've already killed that beast..."

The hideous-looking Buddha carver smiled, satisfied with the smile, and was very pleasing to Yuxian's free and easy way. He had planned to reward the man who killed the lion and ape, but now it seems that there is no need for it.

He looked up and saw the girl next to him who wanted to leave but also wanted to stay, and said casually, "You can go if you want."

"But..." Yongzhen knew that there would be no chance to meet again after leaving, and the Buddha carver was also very important in her life, without that rice ball, she would have died long ago.

The Buddha carver lowered his head and returned to his usual appearance.

"Go, that's where you belong!"

PS: Alright, the next chapter is about to enter the decisive battle. I could have changed it three times today, but I have been drowsy since 8 o'clock, so I can't continue writing.

第140五章 负距离

Yuzuru waited at the door.

He knew that Yongzhen was not a sentimental woman, but saying goodbye to a familiar person was always heavy, even if the Buddha carver explained the funeral.

So when he came out, he went straight to the son of change, reckoning that it would be good to steal any knowledge of "occultism", but he walked around the temple and saw no one. When he arrived at the corridor of life and death, he found the girl in the nearby bamboo forest.

The bamboo leaves fell gently, and the bronze-skinned monk stood quietly, while the quiet and dusty Son of Transformation knelt under the bamboo, hanging his head, revealing his slender and white neck, sleeping soundly...

Yuxian, who was about to experience the magic spell, didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and walked over briskly. He once disturbed other people's dreams, and now it's not good to repeat the same mistakes, so he lowered his voice and asked the monk:

"Already done?"

"His Royal Highness has completed the seal, but..."

"only?"

The master squinted his eyes, and replied as if he was not in the world of mortals: "It's a drop in the bucket, and the accumulation of karma cannot be stopped by manpower. If you don't want the ghost of resentment to reappear in the world...."

"Should I put down the butcher knife and stick out my head to the army of the inner government to kill? Or rack my brains and run for my life like a bereaved dog." Yuxian laughed, and suddenly his face darkened: "That's impossible , I will never give up, even if the gods stand in the way, I will kill you!"

With a loud voice, Yuzuru understood one thing from the bloody storm at the end of the Tokugawa period: as long as you don't give up, even if there are huge difficulties ahead, you can fight the dawn with a steel knife in hand!

Hearing the greedy, angry and lying words, the master's face remained unchanged, and he replied calmly: "Manpower will always be exhausted, and it can't hurt gods and Buddhas."

"No, it can be done." Yuzuru looked serious, and there was no reason.

The monk turned his head and looked at him, he was a little short of words, just shook his head lightly and ignored this arrogant person. When he reached a certain level of practice, he had no desire to be competitive for a long time, and he had to let others agree with his point of view.

Everything is natural, let him go.

Unable to argue, Yuxian was still slightly disappointed, but felt the gaze from the side, it turned out that the son of Bian Ruo had woken up at some point, with three thousand blue hair hanging down, looking at him with great interest.

The young girl obviously heard the conversation, but she is also considered 'good', and would not argue over these issues at all. After all, the environment of monks is different from that of warriors, so it is impossible to sum it up in one sentence.

Putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately is bullshit for soldiers fighting on the front line.

"Have you greeted him so soon?"

"Actually speaking, it should be a farewell." Yuxian corrected a sentence, then looked at the ruined temple, "Have you finished casting the spell?"

"Casting spells? Oh, the work of suppressing the wraiths has been done, look at the ones on the pillars."

Yu Xian really saw that the pillars were covered with new charms, but as a pure swordsman, these things were just ghost charms to him, scratched his face, and wanted to ask if it was reliable?

"This is the same approach as Lord Daoxuan, and it can reduce resentment, but 'his' has a special physique, and no amount of strong spells can completely suppress it." Bian Ruozi seemed to see through Yuzuru's thoughts, and explained: "If you rely on him Willpower should last for a while."

"How long?"

Bian Ruozi paused for a moment, and after careful consideration, he replied: "If the war does not expand, there should be no problem for more than a month."

"Then let me count it as half a month, enough!" Yuzuru smiled, it is impossible not to expand the war, and now he is full of calculations.