Infinity begins with the Buddha

Chapter 74
The cold wind and clear bell reverberate people's hearts, and the ancient forest and thatched cottage are pregnant with ten thousand breaths.

I saw paper strips with people's names hanging on the bamboo shoots, the name of the magic dragon worshiping the sky, and now, the name of Lonely Marquis is also on the paper.

At this moment, the power of darkness was powerful, and the world seemed to be in a black and white world. A figure of a god slowly stepped into the world from the darkness.

In an instant, there was thunder and thunder, and the power of death swept all around.

"Oh...interesting..."

With his hands behind his back, the god of death looked at the figure in the bamboo dock with interest in his eyes under the hood, with a thoughtful expression on his face... said indifferently

On the other side, Huangdi, who closed his eyes and meditated, closely followed the footsteps of the god of death, and stagnated here, his cold face could not see what was in his heart...

The god of death under the hood groaned, and then the surrounding scenery returned to its original state, and the majestic power disappeared, as if nothing had happened...

The cold moon is bright, the breeze is blowing the bell, and suddenly silver flakes are seen, and the black silk is dyed with snow.

Tianbugu slowly opened the door and walked out, looking at the figure who had been waiting for a long time in front of him, chanting poems in charming words
"Several sounds of jittering, and it is reported that the fragrance and the sky are resting. Xichun even folds the residual red, the rain is light and the wind is violent, the plum is green, Yongfeng willow, no one is full of flowers and snow. Where is the autumn snow coming? Tingzhu, the lonely guest is the first to hear it."

"?..."

The God of Death looked at Tian Bugu who suddenly recited poems in front of him, and was puzzled. Since he became a spirit, he has never seen others do such a thing, and he is also puzzled...

Tianbugu slowly came to the God of Death, and handed the bamboo umbrella in his hand to the God of Death...

The Emperor Huang on one side opened his eyes instantly, and scanned the person in front of him with cold eyes, stepped over with one step, took the long umbrella... and looked at Tian Bugu
"Oh……"

Tian Bugu looked at Emperor Huang and groaned coldly, then wrapped his jade fingers around his hair, and looked at the person in front of him...

"Strange feelings...not love, not anger? Not hate, eh"

The god of death looked at the strange emotions in the two people in front of him thoughtfully, and couldn't help frowning, because this was an emotion he had never seen before.

"I…………"

Before the words fell, it was disconnected, and then the sight of the god of death spanned countless distances, scanning the figure in the sky, and the direction ahead,
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and his heart began to feel happy, and a little black power of death followed the sky...

Tianbugu and Emperor Huang looked at each other for a while, then looked at the silent god of death on one side, and said flatteringly

"The last move, I still can't bear to finish it, but now it's about to be done..."

Lifting the hand, the semi-finished embroidery is started, holding the needle, the night is soft, the cold wind blows the snow, the sky is not alone sitting on the ground, the long hair is fluttering, and the last stroke is slowly woven, not caring about the two people in front of me...

"Those who have inherited my property, return it today..."

The god of death looked at the eyes with his hands behind his back and didn't care. Tian Bugu, who was concentrating on embroidery, said nothing to him

The Emperor Huang on one side opened the bamboo umbrella and placed it on top of the God of Death to cover him from the blinding floating snow...

Sensing Huangdi's movements, Death God couldn't help frowning, but he still didn't say anything...

Tian Bugu slowly embroidered, heard the words of the God of Death, and asked softly, not paying attention to the God of Death in front of him
"Before that, God of Death, answer me, why do you want me to be your natural enemy?"

The god of death had his hands behind his back, his face under the hood was indifferent, looked at the person in front of him, and responded indifferently
"I am the god of death, and I am not the god of death. The answer of the past is not the answer of the present..."

"Oh... in the past... but I was once your natural enemy, but since you have chosen me, no one but me can end your legend now..."

Tian Bugu, who couldn't get the answer before, knew in his heart that the god of death in front of him was no longer the god of death...

Although I was disappointed, but after a long time, I was satisfied to meet again...

"Ha, the legend of the god of death will not end because of one person, but if there is such a day, I will accept that ending very happily..."

The god of death was also very interested when he heard the words, looked at the sky and responded to his words

Then slowly came to Tianbugu, Tianbugu slowly put down the embroidered items, closed his eyes, and waited quietly...

Looking at Tian Bugu with a calm expression in front of him, he slowly pressed his hand to where his eyes were, but Tian Bugu suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the arm of the god of death, and said softly

"...Is this the feeling of death..."

The Emperor Huang on one side also looked extremely cold, with the long sword out of the sheath in his hand, pointing directly at Tianbugu, and said coldly

"This piece of floating snow will be dotted with the beauty of blood..."

Sensing the thoughts of the person in front of him, the god of death spoke slowly, and said to Emperor Huang, the breath of death around him also swelled

"No problem..."

"This……"

Emperor Huang heard the words, pondered for a moment, then withdrew his long sword, couldn't help closing his eyes, his face seemed indifferent, but his heart was extremely irritable...

The god of death slowly took out the eye of the god of death who is not alone in front of him, created eyes of the same power for him, and then slowly pressed the eye of the god of death into the eye socket...

The eyes converge, the space suddenly changes, everything disappears, countless memories emerge, tears, phantoms, and finally that woman's face slowly emerges...

"Yixi Begonia...is this your name, I finally found you...is this the reason for those tears, ha..."

The Grim Reaper slowly approached Yixi Haitang, who showed his face, and hugged him involuntarily. The two of them sat under the sacred Shaluo tree, one with eyes closed, the other admiring...

The phantom finally dissipated, and the god of death slowly came back to his senses, and the surrounding environment recovered again. Time seemed to have just passed, and the god of death, who knew all the memories, was inexplicable...

"Let's go..."

The god of death said coldly to Emperor Huang, who had his back to one side, and then turned to look at the dark space in front of him, ready to step into it. Emperor Huang also followed closely...

"Death, will I still meet you again?"

Tian Bugu slowly opened his eyes, feeling that his eyes were far more powerful than before, and he couldn't help but feel the waves...

"When you, the natural enemy of the god of death, can truly end the legend of the god of death, that is when you and I will meet..."

The god of death laughed lightly when he heard the words, feeling the emotions of the people behind him, and replied with great interest

"Hahahaha, then until I can end your legend, you are not allowed to fail in any way..."

Hearing the words, Tian Bu Gu was in a funny mood, and smiled a few times, exhorting to the shadow of death in front of him, who turned his back on him.
"The legend of God will be eternal..."

With a cold voice, Death God and Emperor Huang stepped into the darkness, disappeared in an instant, and their figures were never seen again...

"Loveless is not as passionate as suffering. An inch is worth tens of thousands of threads. When the world is boundless, there is only endless love."

Tianbugu looked at the disappearing Grim Reaper, chanted a poem, reproduced the white cloth in his hands, and slowly embroidered new patterns, just like a new beginning, a new waiting...

(End of this chapter)