Hibiscus Moon

Lu Zijin took a few steps towards him, but he turned his back to him while reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, with only fallen leaves all over the ground in his eyes, as if he saw a Buddha in his heart.

The hands in the sleeves were so tight that they turned white. Unwilling to give up, he turned to face him again, and turned around again when he disappeared. Suddenly, his figure changed extremely quickly, and he pinched his invisible chin in an instant, forcing him to raise his head to face himself.

No eyes closed.

"If the benefactor forces the poor monk to open his eyes, the poor monk will dig out his own eyes."

Lu Zijin was stunned for a moment, then slowly let go of his hand, his voice became hoarse and sad: "How can you forgive me?"

"There is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stage. Originally there is nothing, where can it cause dust."

"But what if the mirror gets dusty?"

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn your head and be right. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."

"But the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, no one can cross me, how can I turn back? Why don't you cross me?"

"The Buddha said that the contingent origin is gone, and the contingent life is empty. The fate between you and me is over, and the poor monk can't save the benefactor."

"Hehehe, since you don't cross me, then I won't turn back, Master, please go back." Lu Zijin said, staggered to the bottom of the bodhi tree, picked up the falling Moying knife and slashed at Buyue.

A prayer bead knocked off his knife, and he looked back, but he was still clasping his hands together, slowly fiddled with the bead in his hand, his eyes were lowered, and he was chanting some scriptures.

He laughed: "You can stop me for a while, but you can't stop my life's crime of killing. Didn't you say that you won't get me out? Then let me tell you, what happened to the Qiyang Pavilion of the Purple Star Castle in the Wanfeng Tower was all committed by me." The extermination and massacre is just to force Buyue out. You feel guilty about him, and you can only be forced out when his life is in danger. Pei Yanxi, I just want to see you. This is all because of you. crime of killing!"

As he said that, he raised the Moying knife again: "My sister's death, Ah Yue's death, countless deaths, all of this is because of you, it's your fault!"

"Stop, Zijin."

Lu Zijin paused, and slowly turned around to look at him, with ecstasy in his eyes, but tears shed: "You called my name."

"Amitabha, you insist that the poor monk cross you, and the poor monk has to cross."

There are fallen bodhi leaves stepping on the ground, monk clothes and straw shoes, walking slowly, step by step, very heavy.

The wind blows and the leaves fall, and in the faint candlelight, his figure, eyebrows and eyes are very clear, as if all the moonlight is gathered on him, with slender eyebrows, long eyes, and slender chin, Zhang's handsome and coquettish face is full of compassion , without desire or desire.

Under the bodhi tree, only a soft sigh was heard.

"But free from false predestination, it is like a Buddha."

Lu Zijin watched him approaching without blinking, the madness in his eyes gradually turned into obsession and sadness, and the faint candlelight illuminated the tears that fell from the corners of his eyes.

He said: "I don't understand, I just want you to cross me."

"Okay, I'll ferry you." Miss Bujian sighed softly.

He took the Moying knife in Lu Zijin's hand with the hand holding the Buddhist beads, and with the Buddha's name in the other hand, but with his eyebrows lowered, he slowly raised his hand, and pierced Lu Zijin's heart with a knife.

Lu Zijin snorted, looked at him fascinatedly, opened his mouth, but his lips were trembling all the time, and he didn't say a word.

The bright red robe meanders to the ground, like a falling red sun, all the past youth and flames.

Lu Zijin lay on his back under the tree, and through the branches of the bodhi tree, he could still see the half-stringed moon, the moonlight scattered all over the ground like water, he sighed slowly, the ink cherry knife pierced his heart, but he felt that he had never I felt relaxed and transparent before, and all the sins that weighed on my heart disappeared.

He has struggled in the sea of ​​suffering for too long, and when he looks back, he sees the other side of death, which is his only salvation.

Mo Ying knife was pulled out from his body, and he didn't feel much pain, the whole body of the knife was pitch black, without any blood, even his body was clean.

His eyes fell on Bubu again, and the man put his hands together and lowered his head to chant sutras, but he still didn't look up.

"Don't you want to see me?" He said bitterly.

"Don't you want to take one last look? I already regret it."

"How can you be willing to take a look at me, brother Yan Xi..."

The invisible eyelashes trembled slightly, but his expression was as if he hadn't heard it, and he crossed his legs and closed his eyes to read his scriptures, the corners of his eyes were pitiless.

The fire was faint, reflecting the tears on Lu Zijin's cheeks that flickered continuously. However, even if his tears were dried up and everyone was killed, the monk in front of him really didn't want to look up at him again.

The scene when they met for the first time appeared in front of his eyes. It wasn't the dim water, nor the cold shadow of the moon. It was just an introduction from a very ordinary friend. Shy little boy behind.

"I still miss it when I break the string, and it's like a long hair from someone else."

He read this sentence quietly, his nostalgic eyes gradually faded, and he closed his eyes forever.

This is the only sincerity in the lyrics he sang.

Under the bodhi tree, a few love and hate life and death, in the end, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The deep chanting sound continued, the wind rose and fell, and the dim yellow candle danced a few times, quietly emitting light.

Buyue watched a tragedy on the ground as soft as mud, but Lu Zijin died, and his hatred still persisted. Now, after listening to the scriptures for a long time, his teeth itch with hatred, and he couldn't help interrupting: "Hey, Monk Hua, what's going on here?"

Bubu opened his eyes, stopped his scriptures, walked over to help Bu Yue as if he had just discovered his existence at this time, held his pulse door for a long time, and said: ""The Secret Book of Thousand Hearts" and "Fu Rongyue" originally It is a complete set of martial arts cheats, its original name is "Fu Rong Yue", and now it has been separated into two books, cross-training is the correct way, otherwise it is easy to reverse the meridians, at least it can be male and female, and at worst it can be neither male nor female."

"...how can you be neither male nor female?"

"...just... nothing."

Buyue's heart skipped a beat, and the image of herself without breasts and without a penis quickly appeared in her mind. The staring expression could be called hideous and terrifying. If he hadn't been seriously injured, he would have rushed to beat the monk violently. meal!

"Since you know, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Bu Budao: "This cheat book is against the law of heaven, so it is kept separately in the Wanfeng Building and Qiyang Pavilion. Since you have practiced it, you have to accept the punishment of the law of heaven."

"Then why are you telling me now?"

"You were seriously injured by this cheat book, and you can only rely on the internal strength of this cheat book to repair the damage to your body. Otherwise, it's not as simple as being male or female."

"How difficult is it?"

"Meridian retrograde, what do you think will happen?"

"Did the little brother explode?"

"..." Glanced at him Youyou, and said calmly, "You have something in your mind, the meridians are retrograde, so naturally the seven orifices bleed to death."

"I don't have any strength in my body. Is my meridian retrograde? Master, please save me."

I didn't bother to look at his face, just walked behind him, put my hands on his back to heal his wounds, withdrew my palms after half an hour, saw Buyue's complexion improved a lot, and ordered: "I use Shaolin Temple's "" "Yi Jin Jing" has dredged your meridians, and you will be able to move without hindrance these days, but you must not use your internal force again, if you don't want to become neither male nor female."

Buyue nodded, and the resentment in her heart finally dissipated. Seeing that the monk kept lowering his eyebrows and not looking at Lu Zijin's body, he couldn't help asking: "What's the matter between you and him? Kill my mother?"

Bu Bu Dao: "The past is like smoke, all grievances and grievances are illusory, so don't ask any more."

Buyue said: "Who is it that you love?"

I was taken aback for a while: "□□, why bother to say more."

"If you don't tell me, I'm afraid I will never be able to dispel the hatred in my heart. I will kill anyone who dares to say that my mother is not good. I don't care even if the entire martial arts world is washed with blood. Or you can kill me now! And I have another question , whose species am I?"

Seeing him, Bu Yue finally raised his head slowly to look at him. Bu Yue's face was ashamed, but his eyes were bright and energetic, with an unstoppable stubbornness. Reasonable evil.

After reciting the Buddha's name, he clasped his hands together, and after a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and said, "Twenty years ago, there were many turmoil in the world, and the world at that time was far more chaotic than it is now..."

Buyue listens, why do you think this tune is so familiar?