Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1318 Please girl, save him!

Fu Yuejun pursed her lips, trying to restrain her emotions, suddenly knelt down in front of Sang Ling, prostrated herself on the ground and begged her: "Miss Sang Ling, please save his life!"

boom--

The thunder exploded, as if it was about to tear the sky apart.

Sang Ling's body trembled suddenly, and she suddenly knelt down in front of Fu Yuejun.

How should she tell Fu Yuejun that kneeling her like this will bring her disaster, it doesn't matter if she has something to do, but what about grandpa and the clansmen?
Sang Ling reached out to help Fu Yuejun up, but the woman refused, and begged her stubbornly: "I beg Miss Sang Ling to save him, he can't die, if you don't agree, I will kneel here forever."

Sang Ling's heart was complicated.

She doesn't know how long she has lived, but she has experienced the most prosperous and prosperous capital of the Qing Dynasty, the era when the gods were established in the early Qing Dynasty, the elegance of Nurhachi, and the demeanor of Dorgon.

At that time, the Qing Dynasty was prosperous and prosperous, and there were all kinds of romantic figures.

Whether it is the twelve generals who are about to conquer the world, or the female general Qin Liangyu who is strict in running the army and has excellent diction, whether it is the first poetess Gu Taiqing, or Nalan Rongruo who is moving the capital, or Dong E the most beautiful concubine. ...

They all once left a strong and colorful stroke in the short-lived prosperity of the Qing Dynasty.

Sang Ling has been thinking recently that if the Qing Dynasty hadn't fallen in the later period, the world might have been in a different situation. At least, there would be no Fu Yuejun, the current Princess Chaohua.

Or, if the Qing Dynasty is now, if the scenery is still the same as it used to be, the current Fu Yuejun is still the female general who can shake the situation in Kyushu when talking and laughing. .

Unfortunately……

Sang Ling prostrated at Fu Yuejun's feet, with a more humble and pious posture than her, and said helplessly: "It's not that I don't want to save him, but because I am humble, I can't stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods, and I dare not compete with the law of heaven."

Shaoyi is her ancestor, why doesn't she want to save him?

However, Shaoyi was cursed by heaven, she couldn't and couldn't save him.

Fu Yuejun raised his head, not knowing whether it was rain or tears on his face, the girl's eyes were bloodshot: "Is there really no other way but to wait until the Winter Clothes Festival?"

"Yes." Sang Ling nodded, supporting Fu Yuejun, every sentence was startling: "There are tens of thousands of people in the world, no one can compete with the way of heaven, only you can rewrite the fate book for him!"

The Buddha Spirit was born in the realm of Bodhi. He is the high priest of the gods who controls the lives of all. He can know the past and predict the future. He is the most powerful god among the countless laws of the universe that can break fate and reason.

Its status is noble, but also too ancient.

She is the person appointed by the Dao of Heaven, and is the darling of the Dao of Heaven. If the spirit of Buddha enters hell and rewrites Shaoyi's fortune, then no one can object.

But what worried Sang Ling was that the scene seen in the city under the sea was Buddha Ling personally condemning Shaoyi. Thousands of years later, Fu Yuejun is willing to let Shaoyi live, but is Buddha willing?
If Fu Yuejun arrives in the underworld, she must be a Buddha spirit, then at that time, she will remember everything in the mortal world, will she save Shaoyi?

"Thank you, Fu Yuejun, for your kindness."

Fu Yuejun knelt straight, bent over to compose, and when she raised her head, the girl smiled!

Sang Ling looked at the sky in a daze. At this moment, there was still light rain on the sky, and she couldn't see a single star. She heard from her grandfather that it was before Buddha Ling reincarnated in the lower realm.

At that time, even if it was raining lightly, they could still see the bright stars in the sky, but after the Buddha spirit left, they could no longer see the sky full of stars in the past.

Those stars correspond to creatures from the lower realms.

(End of this chapter)