Chapter 437: Fate with Buddha (40)1
Translator: 549690339
He could feel an invisible shackle being removed from his body. Something that was holding him back had disappeared at this moment.
Her hanging fingers were no longer stiff.
Like a withered tree rejuvenated in the spring, his energy returned to his body. However, fan Xiu did not feel any joy in his heart. Instead, there was only an endless amount of fear.
Fu min’s figure gradually disappeared.
Fan Xiu staggered to his feet and pounced toward the demoness. He opened his arms wide in an attempt to hug her. Jiang Yu, Jiang Yu …
He didn’t know what to say and could only keep calling her name. His pale and elegant face was extremely pale, and his dark eyes were filled with unprecedented fear.
The red-clothed figure disappeared.
The snow-robed monk missed and fell to the ground in a sorry state, his Holy robe stained with dust.
At this moment, the man’s eyes flashed with confusion and helplessness. He seemed to be unable to accept this result. His slightly pale lips trembled, and he finally spat out those two words.
“Jiang Yu…”
Fan Xiu had thought of dying with her.
However, Fu min’s eyes suddenly flashed across his mind. Those beautiful eyes were filled with hope and life.
She said to let him live well.
Didn’t that mean that they would have a chance to meet again?
The snow-robed monk smiled bitterly. He clutched his chest and muttered to himself,” I’ll wait for you. I’ll definitely wait for you …
When I’m old and dead … 1 will still wait for you.
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Phoenixes had the power of Nirvana.
They were burned to ashes and then reborn from the ashes of incense wood. However, the probability was extremely small, one in ten thousand. The slightest mistake would cause one’s soul to be destroyed.
Under the Phoenix tree in the demon Realm.
There was a snow-white egg lying there quietly. Upon closer inspection, there were light red lines on it, and the beautiful pattern of a Phoenix spreading its wings was engraved on it.
The egg seemed to be dead, not moving.
There was no sign of life.
Within shuntian Prefecture.
The venerable Abbot looked at the snow-robed monk opposite him and knocked over the tea in his hand in shock. Even his calm voice had changed.”Fan Xiu, what did you say?”
The snow-robed monk’s eyes were indifferent but firm.
“I want to renounce asceticism.”
The abbot was so angry that he almost pulled his beard.
Naturally, he had heard of the incident where fan Xiu had been hanging out with that demoness. He was fl.u.s.tered and exasperated as he said, “”Just for that demoness Jiang Yu?”
Fan Xiu frowned and retorted,”she’s not a demoness, she’s very good.”
The abbot was speechless.
Fan Xiu wanted to return to the secular world. Although the Abbot’s heart ached, he could do nothing about it. After pestering him for a few days, fan Xiu seemed to have been bewitched by that demoness and refused to let go.
They left shuntian Prefecture.
After talcing off his Kasaya and changing into regular clothes, the man with an indifferent face was so handsome that he could be called an orchid or a Jade Tree. There was no longer the sense of distance in his eyes that bemoaned the state of the universe and pitied the people, and he looked even more real.
Fan Xiu did not regret it at all and continued to wait without hesitation. Even if it all came to naught, he was willing to do so.
In the first half of his life, he lived for Buddha and for the common people.For the rest of his life, he only wanted to protect that one person.
If there was no such thing as a perfect technique in the world, he would rather fail rulai than Qing…
Sky cloud martial school.
In the battle against Fu Shang, only half of the sky cloud martial school’s disciples survived. Coincidentally, song Yu ‘er and Qin Wanwan both escaped this calamity.
As the senior Sister of the sky cloud martial school.
Song Yu ‘er had always been the role model of gentleness and elegance. This time, she naturally took great pains to comfort her disciples’ injuries and asked about their well-being..