Chapter 433: Buddha's Fate (40)

He felt that an invisible shackle was falling off his body, and something that bound him disappeared at this moment.

The hanging fingers gradually became less stiff.

Like a dead tree rejuvenating in spring, the strength returned to the body, but there was no joy in Fanxiu's heart, there was only a steady stream of fear.

Seeing Fu Yue's figure gradually dissipate.

Fanxiu staggered to his feet, rushed towards the banshee, and opened his arms to hug her, "Jiang Si, Jiang Si..."

He didn't know what to say, but he kept calling her name, his pale and gentle face was extremely pale, and unprecedented fear appeared in his pitch-black pupils.

The figure in red disappeared.

The snow-clothed monk rushed to nothing, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, his holy robes were covered with dust.

At this moment, the man's brows and eyes flashed in bewilderment, as if he couldn't accept such a result at all, his slightly pale lips trembled, and finally spit out those two words.

"Jiang Si..."

Fanxiu thought about dying with her.

However, Fu Yue's brows and eyes suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, those shining beautiful eyes were shining with infinite vitality and hope.

She said let him live well.

Does that mean that they still have a chance to meet again?

The monk in snow clothes smiled wryly. He covered his heart and muttered to himself, "I'll wait for you, I'll definitely wait for you..."

When I am old and dead... I will still wait for you.

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Phoenix has the power of nirvana.

Self-immolation to ashes, and then rebirth from the ashes of Xiangmu. But the chances are extremely small, one in ten thousand possibility, even a slight mistake will lead to a lost soul forever.

Under the Phoenix tree in the demon world.

There was a snow-white egg lying quietly, upon closer inspection, there were extremely light red lines on it, engraved with a beautiful pattern of a phoenix spreading its wings.

The egg seemed to be dead, motionless.

There is no life at all.

...

Inside Shuntian Mansion.

The respected abbot looked at the snow-clothed monk on the opposite side, knocked over the tea in his hand in a daze, and his calm voice changed: "Fanxiu, what are you talking about?"

The snow-clothed monk's brows and eyes were indifferent but firm.

"I want to return to vulgarity."

The abbot was so angry that he almost pulled his beard.

Naturally, he had heard about Fanxiu's mingling with that demon girl some time ago, and said angrily, "Just because of Jiang Si, that witch?"

Fan Xiu frowned, and retorted: "She is not a witch, she is very good."

Abbot: "..."

Fanxiu wanted to return to vulgarity. Although the abbot was heartbroken, he had no choice but to torture him for several days, but Fanxiu seemed to be fascinated by that witch, and he didn't let go at all.

Left Shuntian Mansion.

He took off his cassock and put on a suit of ordinary clothes. The man with an indifferent face was so handsome that he could be called Zhilan Yushu, and the sense of distance between his eyes was gone, and he looked more real.

Fanxiu didn't regret it at all, he just waited without hesitation, even if it turned out to be nothing in the end, he was willing to do so.

In the first half of his life, he lived for the sake of the Buddha and the common people; in the second half of his life, he only wanted to guard that one person.

If there is no perfect law in the world, I would rather bear the Tathagata than lose Qing...

Flowing Cloud Sect.

In the battle to encircle and suppress Fu Yue, only half of the disciples in Liuyun Sect survived. Coincidentally, both Song Yu'er and Qin Wanwan escaped the disaster.

As the big sister of Liuyunzong.

Song Yu'er has always been a model of gentleness and elegance. This time, she naturally took the trouble to condolences to her disciples for their injuries and asked them about their health.