Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

The monk raised his eyes and looked at her. The long wound in the palm of his left face, from the eyebrows to the wings of his nose, was rolling and shocking.

His left eye is gone. There's only one blood hole left.

"Give me a bowl of Mengpo soup." The monk said in a hoarse voice.

Meng Po looked at the place where he protected her hands and hesitated, "do you drink or does she drink?"

"I won't forget." Monk way, drooping eyes looking at heart faltering white Mang, eyebrows suddenly gentle down, he whispered: "if I also forget, we really can't

"But she..." I can't stand this samsara and Mengpo soup. Mengpo wants to talk but stops.

The soul carefully protected by the monk is already very fragile. It seems that if you touch it with your fingers, it will completely disintegrate and dissipate in the world.

"It doesn't matter." The monk raised his eyes and looked at Mengpo. The anger in his eyes came up again, as if his tenderness was only for the one in his heart.

He said, "I have my own way to protect her. Just give me a bowl of Mengpo soup."

Meng Po sighed. What she used to say to the ghosts in the past was that she couldn't say a word at the moment. She silently made a bowl of Meng Po soup and handed it to her.

The monk finally moved his hand to protect the group of white mang. He reached out to take the bowl of Mengpo soup and gently called: "Xuan er."

White awn trembled a little.

People around watching this scene are worried. I'm afraid that Bai mang will suddenly disperse. If he does, the monk will be crazy again.

He has gone crazy once, and fell into the evil way from Buddha, which is a matter of a moment. All his merits and virtues have been eliminated, and his whole body's killing evil has been carried away.

Fortunately, the golden light from the monk's heart soon stabilized the white awn. Very slowly, the white awn turned into a woman.

The woman still maintained her last appearance, bleeding and tears, her fingers were broken, and her white prison clothes were stained red with blood.

"Ah Ah... " The woman opened her lips slightly and made a vague voice, which made people know that her tongue was also pulled out and her mouth was full of blood.

Obviously, she couldn't hear what she was saying, but everyone seemed to understand that she was calling the monk.

The monk reached for her face with shaking hands, but stopped when he was about to touch her.

"I really want to hold you, xuan'er." The monk slowly showed a smile, he looked at his palm.

But he couldn't hold her. He was afraid that if he touched her, he would let her disappear.

"Ah..." The woman cried, and more blood and tears gushed from her eyes. She wanted to reach out to hold the monk, but she couldn't lift her hand.

Apart from the broken fingers, the bones of her arms were also broken.

"Xuan'er, I'll come to you." For a long time, the monk held Mengpo soup to her lips in a soft voice.

The woman shook her head and didn't want to drink.

The monk continued to persuade: "drink it, xuan'er. Only when you enter reincarnation can we see each other again."

The woman's shaking her head stopped. She still didn't drink. She just headed for the monk.

"I will come to you, I will." Even if she could not speak, the monk understood what she meant, and he assured her.

The woman seemed to believe what the monk said. She bowed her head slightly and drank the bowl of Mengpo soup.

And at the moment when she drank Mengpo soup, the ghost messengers and Mengpo around them all widened their eyes, as if they saw something that they couldn't believe.

They finally understood why the monk didn't worry about the fact that the woman would die before she entered reincarnation.