hug that god

Without a heart, will it hurt?

Palace Master Shen Mo walked slowly in the forest, holding his chest with his hands, but there was no fluctuation in it.

There was a burst of emptiness in my heart, as if a cold wind was hovering.

The organ that wraps the heart is aching.

As long as you don’t think about it, as long as you think your mind is still there, you’ll be fine.

He put down his hand and was wandering in the forest when a thick fog suddenly appeared, blurring his vision.

A gust of wind blew, and a tomb was imprinted in his eyes.

The tomb of Shen Hongni.

He was slightly startled, and took a step back. The tomb looked very real.

He took a hard step, reaching out to her with trembling hands.

After walking three or four steps, she knelt down in front of her grave.

"Hong Ni." His voice was choked and trembling, recalling the conversation of that day in his mind.

The scene where she forced Shen Hongni to death.

He killed his own daughter with his own hands.

"This is my plan, are you willing to die for this plan?"

"Do I have a choice? If you can't end the bastard fate of Shen Mo's mansion, I will die in peace."

"Now die."

"you do not trust me……"

"Ah" screamed, and after a while of resistance, Shen Hongni left her feet off the ground, hung her head on the hanging beam, and lost her life.

The surrounding area was filled with mist, only Shen Hongni's tomb looked clear and dazzling.

Mansion Master Shen Mo stretched out his arms and moved towards the name on the tombstone with trembling hands, feeling infinite guilt in his heart.

Tears flowed down his face, and he never dared to touch Shen Hongni's tombstone.

Kneeling in front of the grave, he nodded slightly, his voice hoarse and trembling: "I am not worthy to be your father, I don't expect your forgiveness, I killed you, I will never forgive myself."

If there is an afterlife, I would like to be the road under your feet, let you step on it, turn into a cloud, shelter you from the wind and rain, and turn into an eagle to see the way ahead for you, so that you will be worry-free and happy all your life... He couldn't help crying, Heartbroken and guilty.

The tears in his eyes gradually blurred, and the tomb in front of him disappeared. He stood up and searched for it. As far as the eye could see, there was no shadow of a tomb, just trees and trees.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, the branches swayed, the leaves jumped, and his clothes and hair flew up.

I saw a person slowly walking out of a thick smog, like a buddhist cultivator with hair, exuding a buddhist aura, mixed with a strange aura.

With a handsome and refined face, he was wearing a red cassock with silver patterns, long hair and a shawl. Around his neck was a string of Buddhist beads with small red beads in the middle.

Holding a string of crystal clear rose red rosary beads in his hand, he stepped slowly and stood in front of Patriarch Shen Mo.

Patriarch Shen Me looked at him with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"How can I live without a heart?" The visitor's lips parted slightly, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and his voice was gentle and elegant.

Patriarch Shen Me was taken aback, clutching his heart.

He looked at the person and said, "The master meant something."

The visitor looked at him indifferently, and continued, "How can I live without a heart."

These six words, like a mantra, turned around in his mind.

He is indeed a descendant of a cultivator.

It is recorded in the classics that as long as the person who has lost his mind does not realize that he has lost his mind and finds the meaning of living, he can do it, and he can live without his heart.

He is full of thoughts now, he has lost his heart, he has suffered so many evils, he is not worthy of living, and there is nothing in this world to commemorate.

"I deserve to die." Patriarch Shen Mo said with difficulty breathing while clutching his chest.

"Half a lifetime of bitterness can be turned into a flash in the pan, and entering my bitterness is a new life." He stood there with a faint white light on his body.

The red rosary in his hand was shaking slightly, shining bright red light under the sun, as if he was tempting others.

"So it's the Kutan Sect. I will never join your organization." The master of Shen Me's palace immediately realized it, and secretly targeted the Kutan Sect of Shen Me's mansion together with him.

Even so, they are not on the same line with him, and Shen Mefu is good to the outside world.

Only the people of Shen Mofu can deeply realize the pain that Shen Mofu brought them.

After his investigation, they attacked Shen Yuexiu many times, Feigou Village, Xiaoyao Mountain, Banhu Homeland, Qingfeng Mountain, Baifang Forest, all aimed at Shen Yuexiu.

If he simply wanted to bring down Shen Mofu, he wouldn't bother to find fault with Shen Yuexiu.

I hope that Shen Yuexiu can make good use of the existing power of Shen Mofu to deal with them.

They are definitely not a righteous organization, as can be seen from the way they act, and the purpose of absorbing members is also problematic under careful inspection.

"The gate of hell has been opened for you, Kutan Gate is your best choice, benefactor, don't be persistent."

The monk was calm and graceful, with a faint light shining under his feet, and flew towards Patriarch Shen Mo's feet.

From the Patriarch Shen's feet, a black air spread outwards, and a terrifying black door flickered faintly on the ground.

Countless little ghosts in black robes and white robes stretched out their hands, scratching upwards, and raised their faces, showing their ferocious teeth.

"I know that I have sinned deeply, and I am willing to go to hell and suffer torture."

The moment he stepped in, the moment he saw Shen Hongni's tomb, he had already become enlightened, that's why he didn't avoid it.

Those who lose their minds and sinners can open the gates of Hell by themselves. On the premise that Palace Master Shen Mo meets the status of going to Hell, the monk cast a spell to make the gates of Hell open under his feet.

"Amitabha, benefactor, as long as you take three steps closer to the poor monk, you can stay away from the gate of hell."

Palace Master Shen Mo, with firm eyes, stood still and opened his arms.

Suddenly, a netherworld formed under the feet, and a sharp scream pierced through the ear, and the feet were empty, and fell rapidly, and fell to the eighteenth floor of the Yin Prison.

Hesse is terrifying, smells bad, screams harshly, the cold chain penetrates the lute bone, hits the blade mountain with its back, and the surrounding sky is full of ice and fire.

Palace Master Shen Mo was in great pain, his whole body wanted to bleed, only to see the boundless darkness, the stratum was piled upwards, and the ground returned to normal and calm.

"Benefactor..." Seeing the passage disappear, the monk took three steps forward, chanting the name of the Buddha, with a hint of compassion in his eyes: "Amitabha..."

He stepped on the ground where Palace Master Shen Mo disappeared, and left with gentle steps.

In Shen Mo's mansion, Shen Yuexiu was holding a cup to drink tea, she suddenly froze, heartbroken, the cup fell on the ground.

He looked outside the door, with tears streaming from his eyes, and stretched his hand towards his chest, sobbing and yelling one word at a time: "Father, it's gone."

At the same time, the hot heart of the young master who was aimlessly on the grass was beating violently, as if he was about to fly out. It was very painful. He had never felt such pain before, as if he had lost something.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed his chest fiercely, his clothes were all crumpled, and said in a heavy voice, "Father."

His heart was beating very hard, and after a while, the heart returned to its original beating, and even calmed his emotions. Tears flowed from his eyes, and he murmured softly: "Father."