Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 991 One Sword Buddha Can't West (The Finale·End)
Where the beam of light passed, those blood-colored pupils were annihilated together with the Buddha God who had just stepped out of it.

At this time, the shadow covering the sun above the sky was gradually dissipating, and the beam of light transformed by Li Yunsheng was shooting towards the sun impartially.

At this moment, Mu Ningshuang could no longer hold herself back, and her expressionless face, tears rolled down like beads with broken strings.

But Li Yunsheng, who was transformed into a sword light, continued to move forward.

Just as those people on the ground saw, his destination was the sun.

This is a "long" journey, so long that Li Yunsheng recalled every scene in the past 40 years in his mind.

"When the night is dying."

"My disciple of Qiushui."

"It's better to be a headless ghost than to be a dolphin in a circle."

Looking at the increasingly glaring sunlight, Li Yunsheng recited the oath he recited when Mr. Da was dying that day.

"All gods are above, this Qiushui disciple Li Yunsheng, with the luck of ten states and ten thousand years as steel, with one hundred thousand evil karma and half godhead as soul, the life and death of the universe, the sun, the moon, and death as the blade, please forge a blade for killing Buddha!"

After reading the oath, he then shouted loudly like thunder.

And this sound, the people on the ground in Shizhou, heard it really.

Many people don't know what this sentence refers to, but it doesn't hinder their instinctive touch. They just feel that a floodgate has been opened in their hearts, and grievances and resentments that have been closed for thousands of years are pouring out.

And people like Mu Ningshuang, Xiao Che, and Tai'a Chen who knew the truth were filled with righteous indignation at this moment, wishing that the figure rushing towards the sun at this moment was themselves!

"boom!"

Almost at the same time as the words fell, Li Yunsheng, who was transformed into a sword light and a green dragon, pierced the dazzling sun headlong.

Waves of fire rippled through the star field.

But at this moment, above the star field, bronze gates with a sense of antiquity suddenly appeared, and the holy monks of the Buddhist kingdom who looked like gods rushed towards him in golden bodies. The sun that is "boiling".

"Pu Ruo Buddha, Duhai Buddha, Tianlang Buddha... even these holy monks have come to help?!"

After seeing this scene, the Goddess of the Buddha Kingdom, whose heart was ashamed, suddenly regained vitality in her pupils.

"There is salvation, my Buddha Kingdom is still saved!"

She stood up excitedly.

"Zheng!——"

But before the smile disappeared from her face, a sword cry resounded through Xingyu, completely shattering the hope she had just ignited.

On the sky, in the star field, a sword light with a width of ten thousand zhang and a length of hundreds of millions of zhang shot out from the sun.

The few Buddhist monks who were the first to bear the brunt were directly annihilated into ashes under the sword light, without even the strength to struggle, and the bronze doors connecting the Buddhist kingdoms of the heavens were directly reduced to nothingness.

But even so, this sword light still didn't dissipate, it was like a torrent in the starry sky, rushing westward in a mighty, endless and tireless manner.

At this moment, the face of the female general of the Buddha country froze completely.

She knew better than anyone else that the direction in which the sword light "rushed" was her hometown.

In desperation, a halo of morning light broke through the night of Shizhou and landed on her body.

Strands of green smoke rose from her body, burning her little by little into ashes. In the ashes, she lamented in despair:
"After this sword strike, there will be no Buddhas in the Western Heavens."

The mansion of the head of the Sang family.

"Li... Yun... Sheng..."

"Little Junior Brother."

"Little bastard."

"You promised me... to come back."

Looking at the morning glow covering almost the entire sky above her head, Xiao Xiaoman suddenly burst into tears, her eyes became brighter and her voice became clearer and clearer.

……

500 years later.

"Since 500 years ago, Li Yunsheng, the sword god, turned into a sword with his body, and swept across the western sky with a single sword. Since then, there has been no Buddha in the western sky, and the Buddha cannot go west."

"Even today, this sword is still unbroken. It is hidden in the morning and evening of the new life every day, and it protects the people of my ten states from suffering from the misery of the people."

"We monks from the Ten States must always remember the grace of the Sword God. Even if it takes 500, 5000, 5 years, we will not forget it. As long as we never forget it, the Sword God will still be alive."

"Since the gods have abandoned our ten states, we will create another god in these ten states!"

"And Yunsheng Sword God is the only god we believe in."

In a school under Qiushui Peak, an elderly monk is passionately teaching the first class to a group of young monks who are just getting started.

"School break!"

After saying the last sentence, the elderly monk waved his hands vigorously, and walked out of the school without looking back.

He kept walking all the way, until he walked to the Baiyun Temple in Qiushui, to the back mountain of Baiyun Temple, to the rebuilt cabin in the back mountain, and then stood quietly in front of the door with a book in his arms.

After hesitating for a long time, he stretched out his hand and knocked on the door of the cabin, and then said with a choked voice:

"Little brother, today is your birthday, don't sleep late, come drink with the second brother."

……

Sangjia Fengchanzhuang Lakeside.

An old woman with gray hair and tall figure was dozing off on a recliner by the lake, holding a yellowish letter in her hand.

On the letter paper, the words "Xiaoman's relatives" can be vaguely seen.

"Oh!"

At this moment, the old woman suddenly woke up with a gust of wind blowing on the lake. When she woke up, she found that the letter paper in her hand had been blown to the edge of the lake. She immediately got up and moved over step by step.

While striding hard, he panted and complained:

"Where does the wind come from?"

"Don't blow my baby into the lake."

"Here is a letter he wrote to me."

When she finally picked up the letter by the lake, she let out a long breath with a smile, and then said to herself to the letter: "Junior Brother, Senior Sister Ningshuang also went to knock on the gate of heaven last year, and she In fact, I should have left a long time ago, but I can't bear you, I always thought that you would come back, but I persuaded her, and she was willing to leave, and I still have to go to the upper realm to find a way to find you."

"Hehehe... Senior Sister Ningshuang, she still misses you."

"Sigh...my body is getting weaker and weaker. No matter how many pills I take, it won't help. I probably won't be able to wait for you for long."

"I don't know if there is a Hades, and I don't know if you are in the Hades. If there is a Hades, it would be great if you are in the Hades, and we will see each other again."

"Junior brother, I have read all your letters. For ten years, [-] letters. Senior sister, I am very satisfied."

"Little Junior Brother... It would be great if I could see you again before I die."

"I just want to see you, and I want to tell you, I remember everything, I remember that you took me everywhere to find medicine, I remember every meal and every dish you cooked for me in the dunya, I remember everything. I like them all, and I love to eat them all.”

"Little Junior Brother..."

The old woman's voice became smaller and smaller, drops of muddy water slipped from her cheeks, and finally fell into the lake, causing small ripples on the surface of the lake.

"oops……"

Perhaps because of self-forgetfulness, she didn't hold the letter in her hand all of a sudden, and let it be sealed and blown into the lake.

But just when she lifted her sleeves and trouser legs to fish, her eyes on the lake were stunned.

Through the undulating surface of the lake, she only saw a familiar figure beside her old face.

And that figure was reaching out to her with a smile.

——"Sword Knocking on the Gate of Heaven"-End of the book-September 2020, 9.

　Thank you all for your support over the past four years.

　　I finally did not break my promise and tried my best to finish writing this story.

　　Although this book has many problems and many shortcomings, I sometimes feel that I can't bear to look directly at it.

　　But I still like this book very much. After all, this is my first real book. I don’t think I will invest so much emotion in writing a book in the future.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)