Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 946 You don't understand people's hearts, let alone my junior brother

The backyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

Sang Xiaoman stood in the center of the garden, bathed in a peaceful Buddha light, looking extremely holy.

And the flowers and trees in the garden beside her, the branches and leaves are green and yellow, yellow and green, the flowers bloom and wither, and wither and bloom again, life is caught in an endless cycle in this garden.

"Is this the legendary power of Buddha's fate?"

Sang Xiaoman picked up a rose with his fingers, and then watched the flower turn from withering to blooming at his fingertips bit by bit, and then fruited, sprouted, and vines entwined around his hands.

"As long as you want, you can also enjoy the gift of Buddha's fate and become one of them, even one of the strongest."

At this time, a monk walked out from the path in the garden while saying this.

This monk has an ordinary appearance, but as long as he takes his eyes off him, he will immediately forget his appearance.

For the monk's appearance, Sang Xiaoman didn't seem surprised, she just curled her lips, and then opened and closed her palms to crush the rose vines wrapped around her hands into ashes.

"I don't care."

As she said so, she raised her head and looked at the phantom mirage above her head.

In the virtual image, Li Yunsheng was once again pressed down by a buddhist hand protruding from the eight-cold formation, only relying on Qinglong and the buddhist hand to hold on, while the black grievances were still entwined around him.

"Is it for him?"

The monk also looked up at the phantom mirage above his head.

Sang Xiaoman didn't answer immediately.

After silently staring at the phantom of the mirage for a long time, she turned to look at the monk beside her and shook her head:
"I believe that no one can kill him, and neither can you."

"That's right." The monk thought for a while when he heard the words, and finally nodded and said: "You are right, letting him enter Qiushui is the best move, and it is also the worst move."

"How do you say it?" Sang Xiaoman was curious about the monk's words.

"The good thing is that Qiushui made him stronger than I expected, and it also exceeded the expectations of the Buddha Kingdom. The bad thing is that Qiushui made him have emotions that he shouldn't have as an evil factor."

"What emotion."

"The emotions that people should have, joy, anger, sorrow, joy... these things should have been erased little by little when the evil factor matured, but not only did he not erase it, but he planted it deeper than ordinary people. heart."

The monk murmured.

"Yeah, junior brother, he obviously doesn't care about anything, but he cares more than anything else."

The corners of Sang Xiaoman's mouth are slightly raised, as if recalling the past in Qiushui.

At this moment, Li Yunsheng, who was in the virtual image above his head, suddenly looked at Sang Xiaoman through the virtual image:

"Xiao Man, I can't die, and neither can you!"

This voice came from the virtual image above his head, but it was so long ago that it seemed to have gone through vicissitudes of life.

Sang Xiaoman's gaze was fixed on Li Yunsheng in the virtual image, a little sparkle emerged from her big eyes, and then she suddenly grinned brightly: "What a fool."

After speaking, she took out a Moon Shadow Bead and handed it to the monk.

"Can you remember what I'm going to say next?"

She asked the monk.

"my pleasure."

The monk nodded slightly, and took the Moon Shadow Orb with both hands.

Immediately, Sang Xiaoman no longer looked at the monk, but stretched out his hand towards the virtual image as if he wanted to cup Li Yunsheng's cheek.

"Li Yunsheng, junior brother, although I like you, I am still me, so the decision I am making now is not for you, I just feel that at this moment, with my sacrifice, I can save tens of thousands of living beings in ten states. is worth it".

"So, fool, don't blame yourself in the future, live well, even if you really only have more than ten years, you must cherish every day."

"I like the morning light in these ten states the most. Whether it is winter or summer, it always makes people feel alive. No matter how tired you are, as long as you can see the light of the morning light, it will be swept away."

"So after I leave, you must watch the morning light for me every day."

Having said that, she slowly lowered her hand.

"Gone?"

The monk put away the Moon Shadow Pearl and looked at Sang Xiaoman.

"Yes." Sang Xiaoman shook his head, "But if you give it another day, one night, or one lifetime, it won't be enough."

The monk nodded upon hearing this.

But at this moment, Li Yunsheng in the virtual image above his head seemed to have made some kind of decision, with a look of determination in his eyes, and then resolutely said: "I know I can't persuade you, but I can have the same choice as you."

After finishing speaking, he retracted the green dragon, struck the ground with his long sword, and let the huge Buddha's hand slap the top of his head one palm after another.

Even with the instinctive support of the innate sword gang, his body was still battered to pieces by the huge destructive force of the bergamot.

Sang Xiaoman watched this scene without moving, her brows were slightly frowned, and her lips were pursed.

"Have you changed your mind?"

The monk asked again after seeing this scene.

"No."

Sang Xiaoman shook his head almost without thinking.

"Amitabha...five cobalt bells fell on the body of the benefactor. It is really a blessing for the people of the ten states."

Hearing this, the monk folded his hands together and bowed deeply to Sang Xiaoman.

"Om!—"

But at this moment, Li Yunsheng in the virtual image was about to be crushed under the Buddha's hand, and a cold sword cry different from Qinglong rose into the sky.

In the virtual image, I saw a woman in white, the divine sword merged into one, and turned into a thousand-foot sword shadow, and the bergamot was scattered with one sword, forcing it to reunite again through the eight cold formations.

"What a cold sword intent."

The monk next to Sang Xiaoman, who had always looked calm, was actually a little moved after seeing the sword.

But Sang Xiaoman did grin:
"Senior Sister Ningshuang, I knew you would come."

After saying this, she suddenly turned her head to look at the monk next to her, and said decisively:
"Come on, kill me and end this."

"Amitabha……"

The monk nodded slightly.

Then he saw him appearing in front of Sang Xiaoman like a ghost, with his middle and index fingers together and lightly touching Sang Xiaoman's forehead.

The next moment, the two of them appeared together in Sang Xiaoman's sea of ​​consciousness, and in front of them was the five cobalt bells sealed by the soul-transforming lock of resentment.

"Didn't I let you kill me?"

Sang Xiaoman looked at the monk beside him in confusion.

"I've changed my mind."

The monk looked as usual.

"why?"

Sang Xiaoman frowned.

"I suddenly thought that the Buddha left a ray of mercy to Shizhou, which created the current situation. If I can leave him another ray of mercy, maybe I can create a stronger Li Yunsheng."

The monk said lightly.

Sang Xiaoman smiled when he heard the words, then shook his head and said: "You don't understand people's hearts, and you don't understand my little brother."

The monk shook his head when he heard the words, then pointed to the sky above his head and said, "But I understand it."

After speaking, he opened his palm, and Sang Xiaoman and Wuyu Ling appeared in his palm, and then the two merged at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, Wuyu turned into Liuyu, and Sang Xiaoman had already become that Part of the five cobalt bells turned into the sixth face of Buddha.

"Get a good night's sleep."

The monk turned his palm down, and the "Liu cobalt bell" flew towards the depths of Sang Xiaoman's sea of ​​consciousness like a shooting star.

beyond the sea of ​​knowledge.

The red lotus net fire that had enveloped the entire Sang Family's Patriarch's Mansion dissipated in an instant, and the entire Patriarch's Mansion returned to normal.

"Little Man!—"

Zhao Xuanjun, who had been breaking through the formation outside the mansion, saw Yujian coming through the air.

But it was too late.

Sang Xiaoman leaned back and fell into a flowerbed, holding a Moon Shadow Bead firmly in her palm.

(End of this chapter)