King's Landing in the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 389
The world of mortals gathers and disperses, life and death are impermanent.

These last three thousand reincarnations are the most dangerous reincarnation, and also the most critical reincarnation.

He has three thousand thoughts, and as long as one thought is not fulfilled, his one hundred and eight thousand reincarnations will also have a little regret, so that all previous efforts will be wasted.

This time, he can't rely on anyone or anything, even the mysterious purple energy can't help him at all, because this is a catastrophe!

If his heart remains the same, the kalpa will naturally break without attack, and if his mind wavers, then this kalpa will also take advantage of the void and corrupt his heart.

On the majestic snow mountain, there is a lonely temple and a lonely monk, but the lonely monk is on the top of the mountain, and the lonely temple is on the mountainside.

This is a huge snow mountain. The top of the snow mountain is ice and snow that will not melt for thousands of years. This place is extremely cold, and almost no life can survive here.

In the wind and snow, the figure of the monk looked very small, as if he would be submerged by the wind and snow at any time. Compared with the natural power of the world, human power seemed too small.

The wind and snow were getting stronger, and the lonely monk stood up. The wind and snow could not shake the figure of the lonely monk in the slightest. His steps were very steady, each step was of the same length, and even more stable was his heart.

The eight winds can't move, sit on the Zijin Terrace!
In his ears, there were bursts of Sanskrit singing faintly. He knew that the ceremony was about to begin, and he also knew that there would be no turning back after he left.

His identity was so special that he was born with many things that others would never have in a lifetime, such as the unparalleled rights and the supreme status.

But there are also many things that ordinary people can have, but he cannot have them, or even if he has them, he will lose them soon, just like his fleeting love.

"If so, I will cut it!"

Through the wind and snow, his eyes seemed to see the Buddhist temple on the mountainside and the girl waiting for him.

In the end, his figure disappeared into the wind and snow, only his warm and deep voice still echoed in the wind and snow.

It was noon, although the top of the snow-capped mountain was windy and snowy, but the temple on the mountainside could see the bright sunshine. At this time, the temple was full of people, because today a witch was about to be burned to death, and this witch seduced their Buddha.

Only by using the colored glaze to purify the fire, can the sins of this demon girl be washed away, and their Buddha be purified.

The one who was tied to the wooden post was a very young girl, not considered to be an all-powerful girl, but her eyes had a distinctive luster, just like the water in the pond that day, pure and flawless.

This is a pair of very spiritual eyes!

Although she was in a dangerous situation at this time, there was no fear in the girl's eyes. There was only hope in her eyes, and she hoped that he would come.

In the end, the flames ignited and devoured the girl's body, but the look in the girl's eyes remained unchanged. This was an unrepentant attachment.

She believed that he would come!
Cheers and curses came from around, but the girl turned a deaf ear to them, even though there were her former relatives among them.

Just when the raging fire was about to engulf her, the person she was waiting for finally came, still dressed in bright red, still with the untainted elegance, he was no different.

"Where is Dalai!"

Seeing the arrival of the young monk, everyone around immediately bowed their heads in worship.

Facing the worship of the crowd, the expression of the monk in red didn't change at all. He waved his sleeves and extinguished the pure white flame. He also made his own choice, hugged the girl, and said softly, "I'll take you away!"

"You!" Looking at the young monk in front of her, tears immediately soaked the girl's eyes. She naturally knew what the monk said just now.

"Dalai, you can't go!"

"This demon girl shouldn't exist!"

At this moment, a skinny old monk got up and said in a deep voice.

"What if I insist on leaving?" Looking at the old monk blocking his way, the red-clothed monk smiled lightly. His smile was beautiful, like a white lotus.

"You can't go!" The old monk shook his head.

"You have nowhere to go!"

"If you leave today, there will be no place for the two of you in this world!"

"Oh?!" The red-clothed monk chuckled lightly, and then he said lightly: "Since there is no room for shelter, I will fight for one until the world can accommodate us!"

"Don't stop me, those who stop me will die!"

Although there was no emotional ups and downs in the words of the monk in red, the people present suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.

"Amitabha!"

Seeing this, the old monk put his palms together and lightly recited the Buddha's name.

At the same time, the true form of Fudo Mingo appeared behind him, which was transformed by his thoughts and had the power to subdue demons.

"At that moment, I raised the wind horse, not to beg for blessings, but to wait for your arrival!"

Holding the girl in his arms, the monk in red recited the love poem he once wrote to the girl.

Sometimes it may be just a glance, and you will never regret it!
"That day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the scripture hall, and suddenly heard, you chanted the mantra in the scriptures!"

Chanting softly, the monk in red strode forward.

As he stepped forward, the entire giant mountain seemed to start to shake, and his figure continued to rise, as if filling the whole world.

"Change the sky and strike the earth?!"

"Isn't this lost? How could you?"

The old monk was astonished, but he couldn't allow him to think too much at this time, because if he didn't make a move, the monk in red would leave.

"On that day, the mani pile was built not for cultivating virtue, but for throwing stones into the heart lake!"

Seeing the old monk make a move, the monk in red didn't stop, but still recited the love poem he had written.

"Boom!"

Following his words, the real form of Fudo Mingwang behind the old monk was directly shattered and turned into nothingness, and the old monk's movements were also frozen.

In just an instant, his soul was destroyed and he became an empty shell.

"The Dalai Lama was taken into the body by the devil, let us defeat the devil together today!" Seeing the old monk sitting down, another monk said in a deep voice.

The Dalai Lama must not leave today, otherwise his Buddhist prestige will be wiped out.

"Vajra Subduing Demon Formation!"

As the monk's words fell, eighteen skinny monks jumped out of the crowd, formed a formation, and surrounded the monk in red.

The invisible force oppressed the monk in red, wanting to make him succumb. Feeling the pressure outside his body, he hugged the girl even tighter and offset the pressure from the girl.

Afterwards, he did not stop the chanting in his mouth, but chanted slowly: "That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath!
In that month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for extension, just to touch your fingertips!

That year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not to see you, but to hug your warmth!

In that life, I went around mountains and rivers and pagodas, not for the purpose of cultivating the next life, but just to meet you on the way!

At that moment, I ascended into a fairy, not for longevity, but for keeping you safe and happy! "

After his last word fell, the affection in his heart finally reached its peak, and then exploded!

(End of this chapter)