Hibiscus Moon

Although he was surprised, he was not afraid. He stood on the spot with his hands together, and Mo Yingdao stood upright in the center, urging the "Thousand Hearts Cheats" with one hand and "Furong Moon" with the other. The two internal forces merged, and suddenly felt a heat pouring into On Mo Yingdao's body, the golden light flashed away, but the knife was still a dim and invisible knife.

When Mo Ying Dao collided with Lu Zijin again, Lu Zijin didn't give in any more. The pair of fleshy palms seemed to have divine power, and the thick force on the blade could not cause any harm to him. Blooming and disappearing, like bright fireworks, hatred becomes fire, murderous aura becomes flowers.

A confrontation, life and death fight, for the killing under the Bodhi tree that has long passed away.Blood kinship is not an inescapable cage, as long as the heart is ruthless and vicious.

People's hearts can turn into dazzling gold, or they can rot into carrion riddled with holes.

Buyue received another slap on her chest and felt the blood in her body rushing. He forced it but failed, and a stream of blood spewed out from his mouth. When he struggled and tried harder, he felt like thousands of knives were scurrying around at his dantian. The pain made his knees go limp, and he lay on the ground again. The severe pain in his dantian became more and more intense. He even vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, his body trembled from the pain, and he couldn't stand up anymore.

Lu Zijin walked up to him and picked up the ink cherry knife. The lantern under the bodhi tree was still on, reflecting his bewitching face, and those sad eyes, light amber, as if all the sorrows in the world were melted into it. There was not a single tear in his eyes.

"Back then, I lied to my sister that the person she wanted to see the most asked her to wait for her under this tree. She believed it, and I slapped her from behind. I stabbed her with this knife, the Mo Ying knife. Do you know why it kills people without blood? It’s not that it doesn’t stain blood, and the wounds of people killed by it have no blood, because it is a blood-sucking demon knife.”

Buyue's face was ferocious, and she stared at him with red eyes. She stretched out her trembling hand to grab the knife again. The tip of the knife swiftly slashed across his palm, leaving a deep gash without a trace of blood. However, This kind of pain went deep into the bone marrow, Buyue let out a low growl of "hissing" in his throat, every word seemed to crush his flesh and blood.

"Lu Zijin, you, no, get, good, die!"

Lu Zijin was still immersed in the past years, with sadness in his eyes, and his voice was gentle and crazy: "I cover her eyes, so that she can't see who killed her, and won't seek revenge from me when she gets to the underworld, but But she said behind my back: "Zijin, if you feel happy, you can kill me. My sister doesn't blame you." I let go of her with a shake of my hand. She died, and she looked into my eyes without any hatred. There is only relief after liberation, what is this, she died, leaving me with endless pain and hatred, I hate her, and I also hate myself."

He looked at Buyue's eyes that could almost spit fire, and smiled lightly, his voice became more gentle: "I love your mother, and I hate her too, and Xia Yuhe saved her under the Bodhi tree later, it's not too much It’s just a few days of delay, nephew, do you still remember the bone Guanyin that I was carving when you first met me?”

Buyue's eyes stared suddenly, covered with countless red blood threads, ferocious like a ghost coming out of hell, her lips trembled even more.

"That's right. I stole her body and raised it with the best medicinal materials. Let her rot a little bit. The bones left behind are pure white and loose. Carving a Guanyin Bodhisattva is perfect for her."

"No... no! How can you treat her like this! How can you treat her like this! You are not human!"

Buyue screamed to get up, but he just held up one arm, and the Mo Ying knife cut his arm, the blood was quickly sucked dry, but it was not as strong as the hatred of this man for treating his mother cruelly.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!!!"

"You can't even stand up, how can you kill me?"

Even though he had done such a cruel thing, every word of Lu Zijin was as gentle as a mother's whisper, making people want to dig out his heart and lungs to see if he still has a heart.

"Either you kill me, or one day I will crush you to ashes, and the pain is so painful!"

"Ah Yue, you asked me to come here, and I've already decided that burying you under this bodhi tree will be considered a fulfillment for you and your sister, mother and child."

Buyue sneered, with blood in the corner of her mouth: "I swear, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!"

"You hate me, in the next life, I am willing to use everything to repay what I owe you."

He said what he owed, with sadness in his eyes, he raised the Mo Ying knife in his hand and slashed at Buyue's neck.

The bright moon is bright, the night wind is blowing, the leaves on the huge bodhi tree are rattling, blowing off an unknown number of bodhi leaves, and they are spinning and falling gracefully. There was a sound, and the knife fell to the ground.

Lu Zijin's hands were trembling, and he suddenly turned his head, looking for something in the dark woods.

The wind gradually stopped, the moonlight fell all over the ground, the trees were quiet, and there was nothing.

Lu Zijin said loudly to the darkness: "I know you're here, why don't you come out to see me?"

There was no sound in the deep darkness, but his voice seemed extremely desolate.

After a while, Lu Zijin picked up the knife on the ground again, and said loudly, "If you don't come out, I'll kill him! I'll count to three, one, two..."

"Amitabha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Why don't the benefactor turn back? Turning back is the shore." The voice was long and distant, without any internal energy, and it came gradually in the direction of Nanhua Temple, stepping on fallen leaves.

Lu Zijin stared at that direction tightly, the hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

The sound of footsteps stepping on fallen leaves stopped in the darkness, and the man did not make another sound.

Lu Zijin said, "Since you're here, why don't you come out?"

"Everything is illusory, what's the use of coming out?"

"I'll let him go if he comes out, and I'll kill him if he doesn't come out! Can you come out?"

"Amitabha."

This sigh was still long and helpless, the breeze rolled up the bodhi fallen leaves and floated into the darkness, and another fallen leaves were drawn from the darkness into a faint halo.

A figure finally walked out of the darkness, wearing monk clothes and sandals, with a slender figure and heavy steps, as if he was carrying thousands of sighs.

Lu Zijin's body was trembling violently, staring at the figure without daring to stagger, Buyue could even feel his rapid breathing and the grief that had been suppressed for a long time.

I can't see him standing in front of him, with his hands clasped together, his eyes downcast, and there is no wave in his eyes, only a look of compassion, just like the Buddha on the temple, ruthless yet seemingly sentient, neither sad nor happy.

"Why don't you look at me?" Lu Zijin's voice was hoarse, but pleading cautiously.

Not seeing even lowered his eyes: "The poor monk's dharma name is missing, and since he said he would never see you, he will never see you in this life, and he will never see you in the next life."