Douluo: Peerless Blood Angel

Chapter 285 The Buddha's Light
Wang Donger sat up from the bed and stared at the empty room in a daze.

She had a dream that she didn't know how to describe.

She couldn't remember exactly what was in the dream, only a few faces vaguely flashed across her face.

Named father, his face is full of love but seems to be mixed with desire and planning. Named mother, his face is also full of indifference and disappointment. Named uncle, his face is kind and doting but also indifferent. Indifferent face...

Each face seems to be wearing a mask called love and doting. On top of the mask are smiling faces and lips smeared with honey, as if she is the darling of heaven and earth, the pearl of the world; Underneath the mask is a lack of care and indifference, as if he might say something at any time——

——Tsk, a girl is of no use.

Just like this, it cannot be called a beautiful dream, it is more appropriate to call it a nightmare, but it doesn't matter, these are just some flaws in the dream, some necessary flaws to set off the beauty.

After all, happiness comes from contrast.

There were other faces in the dream, other faces that were complicated but mixed with true feelings. They told her beautiful stories one after another, and she would either fall asleep deeply in the story, or pretend to close her eyes and find an opportunity to slip out. Go out and have fun in the empty hall...

She can visit halls with different styles, play tricks on busy uncles and aunts, and enjoy scenes of completely different scenery - the sea, purgatory, grassland, city, and starry sky.

There was also the purple thunder that surrounded her.

It is not a high, cold peak, nor is it a room that is too primitive to contain anything related to technology.

Under the guidance of her father, she once said to other faces: "I will be your child."

He also unscrupulously tore apart the masterpieces called hidden weapons, and ridiculed them as toys that even a three-year-old child thought were rubbish...

Even though she is not big herself.

Then she woke up.

Wang Dong'er couldn't help but rub her temples as the memories came over her. Finally, she looked at the empty room, "Uncle Kutri? Aunt Shivato?"

No one responded.

So her pink-blue eyes filled with disappointment, "That's right, you are all busy."

This disappointment went away as quickly as it came. She lifted the quilt, walked to the window, and looked at the sky with the joy of rebirth.

"What should I be called in the future?" You can go back a little bit about hatred and love. This is the first question she needs to think about after waking up.

……

"What your name is is indeed a very important thing." In the sky, the goddess of life looked down at the girl who opened the window, with a smile on her face, "Are you sure you don't want her to see us?"

"Haven't we seen this before?" The God of Destruction pulled the hood on his head. "We are really going to see this. How should we answer this child when he asks a lot of embarrassing questions? Why does she appear in the lower world? ?How are her parents?..."

This is destined to be a bunch of awkward and difficult questions to answer. The goddess of life doesn’t want to worry about these questions. “I’ve seen the angel, and the child has also met. Next, when I return to the God Realm, I’d better check out the Shura recommended by the angel. The successor to God?"

"Go back to the God Realm. Just give the test to the successors in the God Realm."

Divine examinations are never given to only one person at the same time. Casting a wide net is the best way to choose between gods who intend to inherit the divine throne.

It can be used as a divine gift to enhance faith, and it can also be used to select a better successor.

As for whether it can pass, will it take a lot of time?
Whether they can live it or not is the heir's own business, not something that God should consider.

God is never short of time.

"I actually still prefer the return of God Shura." The God of Destruction said with regret. Regardless of his personality and style, we have supported each other through the most difficult period since the Dragon Realm. We have cooperated and fought with each other for millions of years. Colleagues are at least familiar enough and understand each other well enough.

At least I won't suddenly and inexplicably give myself a big job, I won't plot the Dragon God's bloodline, I won't try to usurp plane consciousness, and I won't talk about a big disaster, but I won't tell you what the specific disaster is...

"It's a pity that we can't contact God Shura, let alone where he is."

……

"Here." Among the mountains outside Xingluo City, Qianjie and his eight friends crossed the lush forests and shrubs and followed the route in his memory to the village where he grew up. "This is my hometown. Yes, let me tell you, if the old man makes porridge later, you must stop him. It has been a few years and it is still bland and tasteless..."

He rambled on about things to pay attention to when entering the village, leaving a group of people looking at each other.

"Young Master, shall we look again?" In the end, Gu Bing took a step forward and asked tentatively.

"What's wrong?" Qianjie turned his head and looked at Gu Bing with a smile.

"This is just a barren grave." Gu Bing gritted his teeth and looked at the green valley.There is really no village, only wormwood as tall as a person, small earthen mounds similar to tombs, and giant trees - it is nonsense for a lively person to grow up in this environment when he was a child.

Considering Qianjie's invisible situation, he might have found the wrong person. After all, there are more than one valley and village between the mountains.

"No, you made a mistake." Qianjie raised his cane, "Uncle Gu, look over there."

The group of people looked in the direction he pointed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Between the tall treetops, a corner of a building was faintly exposed.

"But before that, we still have one thing to solve." Before everyone could take a step forward, Qianjie turned around and looked at the end of the team, "Do you think so, Mr. Falian?"

Fa Lian was startled, and then he faced the probing gazes in astonishment.

"How should I call you, mage or master?" As soon as the honorific title "you" came out, everyone except Qianjie and Falian immediately realized that something was wrong and distanced themselves from Falian.

Gu Bing and Ye Zongyu quickly revealed their martial spirits and stood in front of Qianjie.

"What are you talking about, sir?" Falian waved his hands in haste and fear, "I never hide anything from you, sir."

"Monks don't like to tell lies." Qianjie's voice carried an indifference that was almost freezing.

acquaintance?Fellow?

No, when a fellow villager sees a fellow villager, he may not burst into tears; he may even be shot in the back.

For such an inexplicable person, one cannot be too cautious.

"I..." A sword-like bow was placed on Fa Lian's neck, interrupting his next words.

"Buddha, come back, we are probably no match for this master, please be respectful." He said this, but Qianjie's behavior didn't mean much respect - he had already put away his cane and took off his gloves. The bright red lines on the back of his hands were revealed.

"How did you realize that the poor monk was wrong?" After realizing that the hostility of the previous few people was undisguised, Falian also quickly put away his servant behavior along the way, calmly put his palms together, and hit A Jishou.

"Master, aren't you just telling lies with your eyes open? You have never hidden it - just because I am blind does not mean that others are blind. If I don't be more vigilant about the twelve ring scars that are so obvious, then I will not be fooled by others. I didn’t even know it was sold.

"What's more, the time when I met the refugee group was too coincidental - the grassroots control of the Heavenly Soul Empire is indeed very weak, and the soul master nobles are indeed very degenerate, but a group of refugees who may be carrying the plague are so obvious They will go to Star Luo City unless they are all blind."

Because the so-called "plague" has symptoms of irregular absence of consciousness, the heavenly soul nobles, who are mainly composed of soul masters, dare not come into contact with them. After all, mortals are missing a piece of their souls, but the lack of soul masters may affect their practice and future. .

But on the other hand, just because the symptoms look very similar to the methods of evil soul masters, and the loss of souls has the greatest impact on soul masters, it is impossible for soul masters to really ignore it - at most they dare not contact them, but they are limited to patients with "Plague" people can always roam around the world.

"It seems that the reason why Qian Don is so hostile to the poor monk is because he thinks that the poor monk caused the plague?" Fa Lien sighed.

"Otherwise?" Qianjie asked.

In a refugee team of more than a hundred people, it is impossible for ordinary people to cause a special "plague", but there are only a few soul masters.

It was impossible for Qianjie and his group to cause the "plague". After all, the "plague" had already existed before they joined the refugee team. When there were no evil soul masters nearby, the only one who had this strange identity was Fa Lian.

As for Buddha?
The person who chants the sutra may not necessarily be a monk, but may also be Bo Xun - I will let my disciples and disciples put on your cassocks, enter your dojo, spread my heresy, and corrupt your disciples. Wherever you are, I will be there until My descendants are everywhere.

"Whether you believe it or not, Qian Donor, the plague has nothing to do with the poor monk - even the poor monk took the initiative to suppress the plague, otherwise they would not be as simple as missing a piece of their souls - the poor monk is just here to deal with the aftermath."

In Lan Fuzi's surprised eyes, Falian's simple civilian clothes instantly transformed into robes made of tattered fabrics and fine stitching. A long string of beads emerged from her neck and flicked her bow.

"Buddha, that's a very Buddha-like name. Will the donor be willing to take refuge in my Buddha?" Falian was indifferent to the attack of the piano bow again. He turned his head and looked at Lan Fozi with his compassionate eyes.

The bow cannot move forward at all.

There is no fluctuation in energy or momentum, and the will to stop it comes from its owner.

The sound of Sanskrit singing flowed through the dense jungle in an instant, and golden lotuses bloomed from the void.

"Qian Don, we can sit down and talk without having to see the sword." Ignoring the people around him who seemed to have been suspended in time, Falian looked at Qianjie with compassion on his face.

Qianjie sighed and raised the Liuguang in his hand, "Don't tell me, I look like a bad person who takes the initiative to stir up trouble, Master - you don't act like a monk when you hide your identity, and you don't look like you are sitting down to discuss the truth now. .”

The sword light cut through the Buddha light.

　good afternoon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)