[Journey to the West] Fighting the Holy Buddha is very leisurely

The tail of the snake was slippery, and it was even worse when it was covered with blood.

Wei Lixin felt that his brain was being ground over and over with a stone, like grinding soybean milk. After a while, he would stop and add a little fragmented heart to grind it, and finally the color was very bright red.

Just like on the floor now, Wei Yang, who has practiced for thousands of years, has a huge snake shape, and it seems that there is endless blood flowing out. He used that disgusting viscous liquid to replace the small room with a carpet. Wei Lixin knelt beside Wei Yang, rubbing his chin with his face.

His lover died.

Wei Lixin seemed to have spent a long time trying to spell this sentence out of his mind, and he read it unconsciously——

"Wei Yang is dead...my lover...is dead."

Then, as if scalded by the hot water he drank, he stuck out his tongue as if his mouth was hurt by that sentence.

Wukong and Qingjue were lying on the tree by the window watching, no one in the room noticed them, Wukong couldn't stand the silent atmosphere, and was about to speak, but Qingjue said: "Wei Yang is not dead."

His tone was cold and hard, but Wukong somehow discerned a touch of softness from it.

Qing Jue tore a strand of long hair from the top of his head, and his fingers flew flying, piercing the human-shaped villain. He bit his finger, dripped some of his own blood, and the hair-tied villain flashed A few cyan lights came out, Wukong looked surprised, Qingjue lowered his eyes, and explained to him: "The man pierced his heart, and the ghost that was pierced in the heart will lose its soul, but the snake clan It's different. He doesn't know that Wei Yang is a snake, and the snake's biggest weakness is Qicun. Wei Yang still has a soul, but he just needs to find a container to store his soul, otherwise it will dissipate easily.

I am a descendant of a dragon with a relatively good bloodline. My hair and blood can make a temporary snake clan soul container, but it can't be kept for too long. I have to find something new for him immediately, something more durable. "

As if responding to Qing Jue's words, a faint phantom floated up from Wei Yang's body. The shape of the snake was as small as a slap, and the color was also light. It was Wei Yang's soul, and almost no one noticed it. .

The thing automatically floated towards the little man in Wei Lixin's hand, as if attracted by something, the puppet made of hair lit up when the soul entered, and then returned to blue and black.

Qingjue raised his hand and tied the puppet tightly to his hair.

He didn't know if he was doing the right thing, and he even felt a little unspeakable guilt towards Qingyan—he had saved the person who hurt Qingyan, but Wei Yang's status as an adoptive father made his cold snake heart subconsciously do this .

The soulless Wei Yang can't keep his original cultivation, he will even lose all his memory, Qingjue is silent, he wants to go back and wait for Qingyan to choose, if Qingyan hates what he does, then he won't hesitate, Immediately strangle Wei Yang's soul to death.

After all, it was Wei Yang who hurt Qingyan first.

Wei Yang's body became colder, and Wei Li wanted to hold him tighter in a daze, but when he lowered his head, he saw the blue-black scales on his hand that had not disappeared, which was the mark of Qing Ling.

That was something he had been afraid of all the time, when he came back to his senses and saw this, he was disgusted as if he drank a sip of blood.

Wei Yang stared at him with dull eyes, Wei Li subconsciously wanted to close his eyes for him, but the scales that entered his eyes again hurt his eyes.

Wei Li wept blankly covering his face. He thought that he had lost almost everything.His Wei Yang is dead, and even his own body will be taken away by monsters.

The successive blows made him almost unbearable. Grandpa said that it would be easier for him to accept it if he thought about it, but he didn't even have time to think about it.

The disgusting past of the Wei family.

The evildoer entrenched in his body.

He is the eye of the formation, and he will be trapped in the hills of the Wei family for the rest of his life.

Most importantly, Wei Yang died.His only hope, Wei Yang, is dead.

One knife after another, the knife piercing Wei Yang's heart seemed to be piercing his own heart.

The dagger that took Wei Yang's life that He Yansheng dropped was in his hand, and Wei Lixin held it in his palm with a crooked hand.He lowered his head and kissed the dead snake with the last tenderness of his life.

When a person's last nostalgia for this world is gone, the scythe of death hangs over his head.

When Wei Lixin rushed in, what he saw was Wei Yang's corpse. When the old head of the Wei family was pushed in, there were already two corpses in front of him.

Wei Li hugged Wei Yang heartily, and inserted the dagger into his chest.

He committed suicide.

The old Patriarch felt that his mind was buzzing. He was too old to bear the impact.There was already blood all over the floor, and a new mouthful was added.

Just as Qingjue was about to make a move, there was a sudden click in his ear.It's like giant cogs being pushed.

"The formation is broken!" Qingjue was surprised for a while, and then almost ignored the concealment, and screamed.

But in this case, no one will notice him.

People with ordinary eyes can't see what happened. Only people like Wukong can see the white light bursting from Wei Lixin's body at the moment when Wei Lixin committed suicide.

Wei Lixin just merged with Qingling, he committed suicide, and Qingling couldn't survive.It was originally a parasitic relationship with the host, and the few mana Qingling had left could not survive this catastrophe.

On this side, at some point, the ancestor brought Shu Siqi to stand at the entrance of the cave, following the white light of the Wei family, Patriarch Bodhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Siqi, grab Ziye. "

Shus got up and was dressed in black, and he gave the ancestor a reassuring look, with mana under his feet, he jumped out suddenly, his speed was too fast and sharp, like a black arrow scraping the ground.

It's hard to tell how chaotic Wei's house was that night, it was like a pot of overcooked porridge, screaming with blood, accompanied by the white tip of the knife and boundless panic, despair intertwined with death, even if Wukong saw too much of this Kind of thing, when I woke up the next morning, I still felt buzzing in my head.

The Wei family was preparing for the funeral, Wukong looked at it in a daze, and seemed to feel a little unreal.

In fact, not many people were sad for the dead, the servants were more frightened than sad, and those of the Wei family who were blood related to the old head of Wei Lixin were ecstatic for their own wealth.

Wei Li's heart is dead, Wei Yang is dead, Qingling has no custody, and she has also disappeared. The old man is lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and it is just a matter of adding a coffin in a few days.

Wukong looked indifferently at the two uncles of the Wei family who were smiling unscrupulously at the old man's bedside. People who do nothing can't hold it at all.

Qingjue Qingyan quietly set up a monument on the back mountain to honor their two dead mothers, Qingling. Wukong and Qingling were sworn brothers, so they should also go to worship a stick of incense.

Qingjue was a little sad. He was silent for a long time, but he still said to Wukong: "I can't save her. I haven't even seen her face when you talk about our mother. Her situation is different from Weiyang. Weiyang She was directly injured and died, and she disappeared because of the death of the host. I have no way to keep her. Although she left us at the beginning, I still want to see her."

"You will see it," Wukong touched the words on the tombstone, and said, "It just takes time."

Qingjue was surprised: "Didn't she disappear without a soul?"

Wukong smiled and said: "Do you know why the five-clawed golden dragon can always exist? Although he is the leader of the dragon, he will also grow old, die, and lose his soul because of his old enemy, but he has been in— —It’s not because of fate, but because of faith.”

"Belief?"

"Too many people have memories of him, and too many people look up to him with a pious heart. This kind of pure belief that comes from the heart can help him reshape his soul even if his soul is scattered, relying on generation after generation. The inherited memory has survived to the present,” Wukong explained, “The dragon is a very heaven-defying spiritual creature, and the Qingling is a flood dragon. Although it is not as good as the five-clawed golden dragon, it still has the light of blood. She will carry the inherited memory with her in the future. Came back, I don’t know when, but this guy is much happier than that guy Wei Yang.”

Qing Jue's face seemed to look better, he touched Qing Yan's head, and said: "Speaking of Wei Yang, Qing Yan promised to keep Wei Yang's soul, the ancestor gave us a piece of nephrite, Wei Yang can practice in it, He doesn't remember anything, like a child."

He lowered his eyes and talked for a long time, and finally bowed to the monument, heaved a long sigh with his back turned to Wukong, and then said: "It seems...everything has been resolved."

"No," Wukong shook his head, "The formation broke suddenly, and the six-eared macaque must have escaped. I originally planned to catch a turtle in a urn, but I didn't expect him to be so fatal."

Qingjue smiled and said, "Isn't the old enemy of the master very interesting?"

"If there is such a guy who wants to kill you every day, would you be willing?" Wukong waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's not mention this." "

They turned around and went back, Qingyan was still clinging to Qing and was unwilling to take a step away, Wukong smiled slightly and said: "Actually, at this time, I can be considered to understand the meaning of the ancestor."

"What?" Qingjue was surprised.

"Cause and effect," Wukong sighed, "the ancestor said, without me, this game would not be solved so quickly. Now I understand what he meant."

Without him, Wei Lixin wouldn't try to kill Wukong because Wei Yang Yao's identity was exposed, Qingjue Qingyan wouldn't take him away, and these two little demons wouldn't find out because of the Golden Cudgel. Talk to Wei Yang, Wei Yang will not be affected by Zi Yehua and go crazy and hurt Qingyan, the relationship between the three demons will not collapse, Wei Yang will not fall into the hands of a mortal because he has not received the supply of spiritual energy, Wei Yang Xinxin will not commit suicide because of this, and the formation will not be broken.

"Butterfly wings, isn't it?" Wukong blinked, "I never thought that the words I exposed Wei Yang's identity at the beginning would lead to today's ending."

Qingjue listened silently, smiled lightly, hugged Qingyan's waist and said: "Maybe, after this experience, I feel that the most terrifying thing is not the formation, but the human heart."

The jealousy, greed, and despair of the human heart are the most terrible things in this world.

Wukong shrugged, noncommittal.

Qingyan looked at him, hugged Qingyan and quickened his pace, and changed the subject by the way: "Uncle Shu has already got the midnight flower, and the plant can still move. This night, I don't know how many times I wanted to escape. Fortunately, With the ancestor here, he quickly restrained it, and by the time we go back, the elixir must have been refined."

Wukong nodded, with obvious excitement flashing in his eyes.

Although the ancestor said that he couldn't recover completely, he would have to find other medicinal materials later, but it would be good if he could recover [-] to [-] percent, and he wouldn't live in such fear and compromise.

As soon as he entered the entrance of the cave, the room was filled with the fragrance of medicine. Wukong squinted his eyes and went in. The ancestor was holding a black elixir and looked at him with eyeballs.

"Are you finished?" Wukong ran over in small steps, staring at the pill in his hand, but he didn't expect the ancestor to chuckle and didn't answer. Instead, when Wukong rushed up, he raised his hand and quickly took the pill stuffed into his mouth.

Wukong: "??!!"

There must be no good things for the ancestor to look like this!

Wukong looked wary, but the medicine melted in his mouth and flowed down his throat. It was warm, a very comfortable warmth, like soaking in a hot spring.

The spiritual power was flowing back at an extremely fast speed, and before Wukong had time to be happy, he felt another scorching temperature in his chest, and it was not the first time he had seen that dazzling golden light.

Golden hoop stick, he is also recovering.

At least, in the future, I finally don't have to live in his body to recuperate silently.

The man who appeared suddenly did not cause much surprise, Qingjue Qingyan was used to it, the ancestor touched his nose with an unfathomable face, but Shu Siqi was a little curious, and kept staring at the golden cudgel, as if not I really understand what kind of attributes this person is.

Wukong didn't know when he sat down cross-legged. The Buddha's meditation is the best way to recover. The golden cudgel is in front of him, and his eyes are tightly closed, surrounded by golden light. At first glance, the two seem to grow together.

The ancestor pulled Shu Siqi and Qingjue Qingyan aside, and signaled them not to disturb. This is a very important time. He worked so hard to refine that elixir. Baoming deliberately drilled the hole, and there is no problem in absorbing the spiritual energy in the future, and the small stone that locked all the mana of the golden cudgel and Wukong can also release part of the spiritual energy back.

Almost half of it can be recovered.In the future, the Golden Cudgel will deliberately not live in Wukong's body, and can be transformed into a human form beside Wukong. More importantly, the spell can be recovered by at least [-]%, and walking in the human world is no problem at all.

The old ancestor rubbed his chin with a satisfied face, but the cunning was extremely obvious.

"Master," Shus tugged at his sleeve, "why do I feel something is wrong? What's with that red light? It looks familiar to me."

I saw a red light mixed in at some point in the golden light full of the screen, bright and dazzling, the ancestor stroked his beard and smiled, and said: "Isn't that the medicinal material you brought back?"

"When will I get..." Shus frowned and said halfway, as if he suddenly remembered something, "Thousand-year-old fox blood?"

The ancestor gave him a "you understand" look.

Shus blushed, and the childish person looked at the bright red floating between his senior brother and the man, and said, "Thousand-year-old fox blood... how can that thing be added to the elixir... that's , strong spring medicine..."