My Death God Roommate

Seeing Murong's distraught look, Su Sifang comforted him and said, "I just said that you have a deep connection with Buddhism and a root of wisdom in your heart; even if you don't ask anyone as a teacher, you can still practice. The practice is in the heart and not in the form."

If Mu Rongruo realized something, Su Sifang said again: "It's just that I don't think your time has come yet; Buddhism is not a place for people to escape from reality."

"She left, and my world of mortals is also broken."

"A person's life is not only about love, some people are born with a mission, and what should come will eventually come and cannot escape."

Murong didn't think of herself at all, she followed Su Sifang's words and thought of Sang Yu.

"It's getting late, go back and rest early. I'm going to go on a long trip in the near future. If you have any questions about Buddhism, you can come to me."

"it is good."

For seven consecutive days, Murong went to Su Sifang's room to study Buddhism every day, and when it came to forgetting himself, it lasted all night.

On the seventh day, Su Sifang took out a string of Buddhist beads and handed them to Mu Rong: "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. I have some things to deal with tomorrow and I don't have time. This bracelet has been with me for many years and has some spirituality. I give it to you." .”

Mu Rong took the bracelet with both hands and thanked him.

"Where is Sifang going?"

"Go out and learn something, if you can't learn something, I'll come back."

"Then what if you learn it?"

Su Sifang said with a smile: "Then go travel around the world and never come back."

……

For some reason, Mu Rong heard a hint of parting from the seemingly joking words, and she wanted to find out the answer from Su Sifang's expression, but the other party was calm and calm.

Early the next morning, Su Sifang knocked on Hua Yunyue's door.

After waiting for a long time, Hua Yunyue opened the door: "Miss Yunyue, I'm sorry to bother you. Did I disturb you to rest?"

"No, is Master Sifang okay?"

"How about going out for a walk?"

"Okay, wait for me a moment."

Hua Yunyue closed the door and stayed in the room for more than ten minutes before coming out. The two left the base and came to an empty slope.

"There are three things I want to get rid of Miss Yunyue."

"please say."

"I want to go out for a while. Before that, I will go to the underground palace without bones. The first thing is to ask Miss Yunyue to find a way to recall everyone in the underground palace to the base; the second thing is, if in the future Senior Sister Tong's body has recovered, please tell her: Heaven-Defying Fate Changing Art is a fair trade, since Sang Yu failed to come back, the sacrificial things will naturally be returned."

"Will Sang Tong really recover!?"

"Maybe."

"Where are you going?"

"To tell you the truth, I left the secular world a few days ago. I don't want to lose my life in vain and become an ordinary person. I can walk around without this dangerous burden."

Hua Yunyue frowned: "Does Sang Tong know?"

"This is the third thing I asked Miss Yunyue to do. In case she asks me, tell her exactly what I just said, and tell her that I voluntarily resign from the position of consultant of the Special Incident Handling Bureau."

"Why did you do this?" Hua Yunyue could see the relationship between the two of them. During the period when Sang Tong was crazy, Su Sifang had new injuries every day, and bloody head was often seen. Even so, she still Delivering meals to Sang Tong every day, no one would listen to any persuasion.

Although she doesn't know Su Sifang very well, it can be said that they have no chance of winning the battle if they don't have bones.

"Do you have any unspeakable secrets? Tell us and we will find a solution together."

"No."

"But... Sang Tong regards you as one of her own, how can you let her accept it without saying anything? Her sister is gone..."

"It doesn't matter how she sees or thinks. Whether she can accept this reality is her own business. I only hope that Miss Yunyue can help me once. From now on, Shangaoluyuan may never see you again in this life."

"Have you figured it out?"

Su Sifang nodded and remained silent.

"Okay, let me find a way to help you transfer the people from the base back."

"Thank you."

Su Sifang carried a simple bag on his back and walked towards the depths of the forest holding a hundred and eight Buddhist beads strung together from Yangmu.

The mountain road was difficult, and it was already dark when she arrived at the underground palace.

Standing on the cliff and looking down, the former village was razed to the ground, and there were not even broken walls left.

Several devices were parked in the open space, and the mountain wind whimpered, adding to the gloom.

Su Sifang sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, his soul came out of his body in an instant.

Even though she told everyone that she had returned to vulgarity, Yuanshen still looked like when the sun was overcast, and the Buddha's light above her head was even brighter than it was then.

She took the prayer beads placed on the body, and took only one step to the open space under the cliff.

"Amitabha, if you were born into this world, your life would be ruined. It's a pity that the people who can stop you are not from all directions."

After speaking, he tossed the beads in his hand high, and a hundred beads formed a circle in mid-air, exuding golden light.

Su Si pointed upwards and said, "Open!"

The one hundred and eight pillars broke the rope and wanted to fly around. The speed was as fast as a meteor and they were nailed into the open space uniformly, outlining the positions where all the beads landed, which happened to be a "卍".

And Su Sifang's feet are the very center of the "卍" character.

She clasped her hands together and recited the ancient and mysterious Sanskrit scriptures, which lasted for four hours.

When the last word was pronounced "嗡", the whole open space lit up.

The golden light is thick and majestic, and a Buddhist "卍" character appears on the entire open space.

"I didn't expect that the obsession with not melting the bones is so deep, and I can only postpone it for three months after exhausting all my life's learning."

Su Sifang sighed softly, thinking to himself, although three months was urgent, it was enough.

……

Time flies by like water, and a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

Mu Rong locked himself in the room and meditated all day long. Except for the one hundred and eight prayer beads, Su Sifang left everything to Mu Rong, and hand-copied four Chinese scriptures for Murong.

The content of the scriptures has long been familiar by heart, and Mu Rong's cultivation has improved rapidly, even to the verge of opening the yin and yang eyes, and he can occasionally see Ah Miao.

On the other side, in front of an unknown Gao Shan, a flower grower.

Su Sifang's hair was completely stretched and stuck to her head, and her clothes were dirty and old with many holes. She looked up and saw the majestic mountains hidden in the clouds, and the narrow bluestone steps winding up without end.

Su Sifang raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead. This place is more than 1000 kilometers away from the southwest border. No one knows how Su Sifang spent a month crossing the dangerous jungle to get here.

When she came to the first step, she lifted her monk's robe and knelt down.

With a "boom", her forehead hit the hard steps with a crisp sound, and she walked up slowly and firmly, step by step, kneeling down.

It is very difficult to kneel and kowtow on the narrow steps, but even so, Su Sifang did not skip a step, bowing every step.

For a whole day and night, Su Sifang was in a place where he could not see the top of the mountain, and he could not see the bottom of the mountain when he went down.

It had just rained a few days ago, and the mountains were shrouded in mist. Both her knees were worn out, her bangs were sticky and stuck together, and her forehead was bruised and bloody.

Su Sifang's expression was extremely exhausted, and as soon as he took a step, his side swayed, but in the panic, he grabbed a small tree to stabilize his figure.

A little Taoist boy came from the mist and saw Su Sifang bowed and said, "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Master has ordered me to ask Senior Sister to follow me up the mountain."

Su Sifang smiled weakly: "Thank you."

Sang Tong's master and father greeted each other, but Su Sifang wanted to bow down but was held by the real man's arm: "Nephew, you don't need to do this, follow me."

"Thank you, real man."

When the two came to the main hall, Su Sifang knelt neatly in front of the statue of Sanqing, this time Daoist Qingxu did not stop him.

"Sanqing is above, disciple Su Sifang has rebelled against Buddhism and regained his freedom. Now he has the courage to go up the mountain, and begs the three venerables to show mercy outside the law, and make an exception to teach disciple the supreme secret art of Taoism."

Master Qingxu asked Wen Wang hexagrams, looked at the hexagrams in front of him and sighed heavily: "Martial nephew, you are a closed disciple of Dazong senior brother, he has high hopes for you, have you figured it out clearly?"

"Think clearly."

"Let me ask you again, why do you want to learn the art of changing fate against the sky?"

"Rescue."

"But my villain?"

Su Sifang did not answer.

"Rebellious, rebellious! It's not enough for you to destroy yourself without turning away! Although the master is gracious, I still have to persuade him again. Although the magic of changing fate against the sky is miraculous, it is a deal of more for less, and the more you get, the more you get. The more you lose, the more you lose, it is irreversible, you cannot go back on your word, and you may even lose your life, and it must not be used for evil purposes, otherwise there will be no redemption. I will give you three more days to think about it.”

Su Sifang knocked his head on the ground, and said firmly: "Uncle, let Sifang call you uncle for the last time. From now on, Sifang is an abandoned disciple of Buddhism and is not worthy of calling you again. Su Sifang has already thought very much about it all the way. Clear, I do."

"Okay, since that's the case, you come with me."

"Thank you, uncle."

Although Su Sifang came from a Buddhist school, all dharmas come from the same source, and Buddhism and Taoism also have a lot in common, but her cultivation speed still shocked Daoist Qingxu.

Only fifteen days.

It took Sang Tong a full hundred days to study hard and study hard.

Su Sifang didn't use the technique immediately after learning the technique, but asked Master Qingxu for a wing room to live in.

In this way, after more than half a month of cultivation, Su Sifang's body recovered to its best condition and asked Daotong for the materials needed for the Heaven-Defying Fate-changing Art.

The author has something to say: Do you still think it's too abrupt for Sifang to return to vulgarity?

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