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Chapter 1816 [Shangxie] I am too self-righteous
Lian Tang didn't know how he got back.

With a heart full of indescribable feelings, he lifted the curtain of the car but saw no one. There was a string of footprints stretching in the mud in front of the carriage, extending to the temple that was becoming more and more dilapidated under the rain.

He looked there, and sighed after a long time, the lowered car curtain swayed to cover the bloody smell of the slow car, and he walked towards the ruined temple.

But when he walked outside the ruined temple, Lian Tang was shocked for the second time.

At this moment, the sky lost its last touch of light, the dim blue and gray smeared the layered dry forest, and the sound of rain enveloped the whole world with a piercing chill. The dilapidated temple also looked more and more desolate and dilapidated in such dark tones.

The man in black in the center of the temple stood upright.

The bitter wind blows from the huge rain curtain into the mottled broken window, and the corner of his robe with dark gold patterns is blown up, and the black hair that has been soaked just now is also thrown back like ink, and under the black hair is a A pale face.

No mask was worn.

But it was too dark, and the heavy shadows faded and smeared his face, leaving only a vague outline visible.

The bridge of the nose is like jade, the lips are light in color, and the lines from the chin to the raised neck are so beautiful that it is heart-stirring.

His expression was buried in the shadows, and his emotions could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of upturned eyes fell in the dim light, reflecting the dilapidated Buddha statue standing high above the temple like a pool of cold water.

There was no awe, no respect, the man looked up at the smiling Buddha statue, his eyes were devoid of the fear and reverence that ordinary people treat gods and Buddhas, only a deserted calm.

But when Lian Tang stood at the door and looked in, he stretched out his robes and bent his knees expressionlessly.

The corner of the black robe rolled down in the wind, just as a thunderbolt exploded in the sky, and the pale lightning pierced the black sky, illuminating the empty temple covered with broken cobwebs at this moment, and also illuminating what doomsday scene Lian Tang saw at this moment. The pupils constricted like a scene.

The sound of the knee touching the ground was silent, but in Lian Tang's eyes, there was a loud sound of landslides and ground cracks.

——It’s me, did you misread it?

Lian Tang stared blankly at the scene in front of him as if struck by lightning.

After this dreamlike trance, the man in the temple knelt on the dusty ground.

The black robe stretched behind him, and the black hair hung down like a brocade, and not far behind him was a young girl covered in blood who was placed on the dry ground.

Her white clothes had already been dyed red, and her black hair was also soaked in bloody moisture. She was covered with a thick cloak, but she still seemed to feel cold, and there was a groan that was like a sob from her throat, and the blood at the corner of her mouth was still flowing overflowed.

The man didn't look back, he looked up at the Buddha statue covered with cobwebs, his voice was hoarse,

"It's me who is too self-righteous."

With the bitter wind and rain blowing into the ruined temple, his tone also added a layer of coolness,

"I never worship gods and Buddhas, but if you can save her once, I can create a golden body for you and offer incense."

The ground is full of dust, the temples are dilapidated, and even the Buddha statues are mottled and dilapidated.

But the occasional thunder and lightning that pierced the sky reflected the earnestness and even piety hidden in the man's cold expression.

He has always been worshiped by all the people, once sealed the border with a sword, and is still the legendary emperor of the Chiwei Kingdom in the mainland of China. At this moment, he has nothing in his mind.

He didn't think about his identity, didn't think about whether the gods and Buddhas he never believed in were useful, and didn't think about whether this kneeling was worth it.

At this moment, every scene flashed through his mind was about Xia Fuyi.

From the first meeting in Taixu Mountain, the sword light pierced the sky like autumn water, reflecting the girl's eyes that were colder than Frost Snow, and hit his eyes at a glance.

(End of this chapter)