Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1295 The one from the other side.

"Let's go take a look."

Sang Ling put away the sadness, brushed away Fu Yuejun's hand, her eyes were a little empty, as if she didn't hear the voices of Fu Yuejun and Jin Tingxiao.

The person is still alive, but the soul has wandered to nowhere.

Buddha said:

When this cloud reaches the other shore, there is no birth and death when it leaves the state, which is called the other shore.

Those on the other side, born in weak water, have no stems and no leaves, are gorgeous and crimson, they are the other side with dry bones, and they are alone on the other side.

When the flowers bloom on the other side, there is only a ball of fiery red. The flowers bloom without leaves, and the leaves have no flowers. There is no such thing as no sorrow, no desire and no pursuit, that is, born in the realm of Bodhi. number.

Buddha spirit, Buddha spirit, you should cut off love and love, why did you drag so many people into the world of mortals?

It is said that God must be ruthless and loveless in order to have eternal life, but everyone is moved by love, which is really ridiculous!

Every stone pillar in the main hall is inlaid with a huge dark blue luminous pearl. The light and shadow cast down, and the ground seems to be covered with a layer of dark blue luster. It is indeed a bit scary to look at.

The Yin Yang and Tai Chi diagrams are engraved on the marble floor. The positions of Shao Yin and Shao Yang are like two half-opened eyes, deep and deep, like a whirlpool that can suck people in.

And around the Taiji diagram, engraved with enchanting withered bone Bianhua, blooming to the fullest.

As soon as Sang Ling walked over, she felt a sense of decadence and death blowing towards her face, and an indescribable sadness suddenly surged in her heart.

Suddenly Jin Tingxiao's inhalation sound came from behind, and Sang Ling turned around abruptly, and froze in place.

Where Fu Yuejun walked, manjusawa bloomed one after another, blooming around her, becoming more and more beautiful, bigger and bigger, blooming to the extreme.

That is the flower of the other side of the underworld, the flower of Huangquan seeing off.

When this kind of flower blooms to the extreme, it represents the beginning of death.

Fu Yuejun slowly stretched out his hand and stroked the dying Bianhua, inexplicably feeling his eyes sore.

want to cry.

"This place is a bit weird!" Jin Tingxiao frowned slightly, and helped Fu Yuejun.

From the moment they entered this place, they all became very strange, especially now, the other shore flowers bloomed under Fu Yuejun's feet!
How could there be such a flower of death under the feet of a mortal?

Moreover, the further he walked, the colder the mist became, making him feel uncomfortable.

"It's really weird."

Fu Yuejun raised her head and looked forward, the fog was a bit heavy, she couldn't see what was going on ahead, she just felt that this place was inexplicably familiar, and the furnishings here were very familiar.

Several people continued to walk forward, and they had already passed the long bridge, and the fog gradually dispersed, and they could see the scene in front of them clearly.

This hall is really huge. There is a platform about 100 meters in front of them, which seems to be made of ice. On the platform is a bottle of ice coffin, which is an ice coffin made of ten thousand years of black ice.

The mist in the hall was probably emitted by the icy platform and the ice coffin.

When Sang Ling saw the ice coffin, she paused and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

This is Shaoyi's tomb, and the person lying in the ice coffin might be Shaoyi's corpse!

She stepped faster, and walked to the ice coffin. She was not interested in these things in her life, but this time, she was very curious about whether the person in the ice coffin was the ancestor Shaoyi.

Sang Ling bent down to look down, and this look made her feel like being struck by lightning.

Lying in the ice coffin was a man about 25 years old, wrapped in a white silk robe, his face was as finely engraved in the sky, his facial features were pure and elegant, his closed eyes were slightly raised, a little cold.

If this person is alive, he must be an unparalleled immortal in the world. He is completely clean and white, clean and independent.

(End of this chapter)