Fu Canglu

Chapter 214 For the Buddha Bone of Junsheng, with Lotus Fragrance in Both Hands (Part [-])
The 32 princes cast their eyes into the distance.

Yellow sand bursts in the distance, and the red-haired woman is sitting on a white horse, with her back facing Luoyang, her clothes fluttering, one person and one horse, rushing towards the man in white robe sitting withered under the bodhi tree.

The cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty opened a long and narrow path for her.

All the way from under the high-hanging bronze gate to the old Bodhi plant in Wanggui Mountain.

The white-robed man with knotted hair and seal tightly closed his eyes.

The world fell silent.

He opened his eyes slowly.

The red-haired figure on the white horse occupied the whole world.

Liu Baichan stood up slowly.

Shen Hongying galloped all the way, with a splendid demeanor, raised her brows, and after a distance of ten feet, she dismounted from her horse and flew out.

Standing under the bodhi tree, Liu Baichan looked at the red-haired woman who was ten feet away from him.

The red hair rolled like waves, and the heroic posture was frozen at this moment.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, all the way out of the city from Luoyang, until now, the words that were brewing were finally about to come out of her lips.

Xuan Shangyu asked her to persuade Liu Baichan to stay with Bodhi.

She slightly opened her lips, and whispered silently to the man in white robe with the shape of her lips.

"Bring Bodhi."

The second half of the sentence is: and me.

Perhaps it was the favor of the god of heaven, time became extremely slow at that moment.

Liu Baichan subconsciously placed one hand on the bodhi tree.

He leaned forward slightly, raised one hand, and raised it slightly.

To catch her hand.

next second.

The softness in Shen Hongying's eyebrows and eyes suddenly trembled, and her figure suddenly stopped in mid-air for an instant
A protruding point emerged from the chest, and in the next moment, a spinning arrowhead appeared. The woman with a graceful figure like a swallow was under the arrow, and was taken away by the impact of the arrow like a broken wing. He had to fall forward heavily.

He fell in front of the man in white robe who reached out to pick it up, but caught an empty one.

Liu Baichan's face was pale, and the figure of the woman in front of him.

A handful of blood suddenly exploded in front of him
In the ear is the sound of the arrow piercing through the heart.

Sprinkle half of the face with blood.

Practicing Buddhist secret arts, Liu Baichan, who has always been immovable, staggered at this moment, with a pale complexion, catching the soft and boneless woman's body, just looked down, and his heart was pierced like a thousand arrows, and then the sky spun.

Both knees hit the ground heavily, splashing dust all over the place.

There was only scarlet in the eyes of the man in white robe.

keep lingering.

Constantly rising.

A little spark, hatred, accumulates in the chest, surrounds, bursts out, and starts a prairie fire!
It is extremely quiet inside and outside Luoyang City.

The bronze gate hangs high, and thousands of Northern Wei cavalry rein in their horses and stop, silently watching the man in white robe holding the red-haired woman in his arms.

Above the head of Luoyang City.

The purple-robed Great Master slowly let go of his right hand, and the taut crossbow string trembled wildly in front of the five fingers of his left hand. He slowly opened his squinted right eye, and his right arm was a little sore from the full force of the string.

Handing the heavy crossbow of the Northern Wei Dynasty to the captain of the Qingluan camp behind him, the great master lowered his right arm, and the purple robe fell down again, and once again swayed in the strong wind at the top of the city.

The purple-robed Great Master slowly exhaled a breath of unbearable depression.

Then watch that line of blood diffuse in the yellow sand all over the sky, and then dissipate.

Bodhi ancient wood, on the trunk, there is an arrowhead that is half submerged.

The quivering arrow feathers were all scarlet.

And the white-robed man under the bodhi tree tightly hugged the bloody man in his arms.

Deep in his throat, a hoarse voice like a beast was slowly brewing.

Time seemed to stand still.

Then the sky over Luoyang was swept away by wind and clouds.

The sky is sweeping, avoiding the heart of heaven
Countless yellow sand flew upside down.

The man in the white robe slowly raised his head, his long hair covered his eyes, and an extremely painful voice ripped out from his throat, like a saw, rising very slowly from the depths of his chest.

"Ahhh"

This voice was like a sharp knife, slashing at everyone's heart.

A roar from the depths of the soul.

The iron cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty, who was closer, sat unsteadily on the horse's back, his complexion was like gold paper, and his figure swayed along with the horse's back, and finally spat out a mouthful of blood, turning him over on his back.

Liu Baichan fixed his eyes on the man in the purple robe fluttering on the head of the city of Luoyang.

Xuan Shangyu waved his hand.

With a cold face, he said ruthlessly, "Shoot."

"Shoot all the arrowheads at the head of Luoyang City, and shoot them into the air; leave this man in white robe, and even that woman, under the Bodhi tree."

"Northern Wei's iron cavalry is ordered to prevent that man from breaking through. Even if he leaves the bodhi plant behind, he will never be allowed to leave here."

Xuan Shangyu rubbed his eyebrows.

He sees clearly.

From the time he shot the arrowhead with his own hands and let go of the string of the heavy crossbow, there was no room for the situation to turn around.

There is only one ending left.

He completely left the white-robed junior brother whom he valued the most in the capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Completely exterminate Buddha.

"Don't let him escape."

After leaving this sentence, the purple-robed grand master waved his hands a little wearily, and turned to leave Luoyang City.

Down-hearted?

That's right.

Victory is set.

Surrounded by such a large number of Northern Wei cavalry, who in the world can leave here?

At least my little white-robed junior brother doesn't have this ability yet.

It's just that Xuan Shangyu was a little wrong.

He never thought that when his beloved woman died in front of Luoyang City, that little junior brother in white robe would never have the idea of ​​leaving here again.

The iron cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty at the head of Luoyang City retreated slightly, leaving an open space of about a hundred feet.

Surrounding the men in white robes under the Bodhi tree, they circle around.

And the white-robed man who dared to challenge Luoyang's authority alone, with a lifeless look in his eyes, stood up slowly.

His back was perfectly straight.

The soft woman's body in his arms was subconsciously still hugging his neck.

"Hey."

Liu Baichan's voice was bitter.

"Hey"

The raised arms trembled slightly.

He bit his lip.

Some words were left unsaid.

I'm here to pick you up.

Let me pick you up and leave Luoyang.

You wake up.

But no matter how he shakes, the red-haired woman in his arms seems to have fallen into the most beautiful sleep in the world, with slightly closed eyes, the remaining softness, and the vermilion tenderness flowing from the red lips.

Liu Baichan couldn't help but laugh.

sleep for a while.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and there was an unconscious smile on his lips.

"You're always so sleepy."

"Then sleep a little longer"

"Sleep a little longer, I'll wake you up again"

This white-robed man did not want to disturb the lucid dream of the person in his arms.

He gently placed Shen Hongying on the ground.

She tore off the white robe on her right arm, gently folded it into a pillow, straightened her hair, and laid it on the white robe.

The shocking red lotus pattern on the right arm is exposed.

Densely packed, cumbersome and complicated.

The untold secret of Wanggui Mountain.

Red lotus hand.

Liu Baichan observes the nose and the heart with the eyes.

He smiled slightly, and murmured: "The Buddha said that all conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and like electricity."

"I have practiced Zen for 23 years."

"Master said, to live forever."

The white-robed man stubbornly gritted his teeth, and said softly, "But I don't."

The cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty began to charge.

But suddenly stopped.

All because of the slight gesture of raising his hand by the purple-robed great master who had returned to the city again.

So the whole Luoyang fell silent again.

The man in the white robe coughed out a mouthful of blood dully.

Raising his head, Youyou looked at the familiar Senior Brother Wangguishan on the top of the wall.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and spoke lightly.

"If Shen Hongying dies, I don't want to live alone."

Red lotus blooms on this land.

This white-robed man is half Buddha and half god.

The great master in purple robes who went back and forth to the top of the city stood on Luoyang.

Xuan Shangyu said softly: "Help him."

Arrows shot out all over the sky suddenly, tearing the yellow sand above Luoyang, gushing out countless sharp murderous auras!
Arrow rain day and night.

Three feet under the bodhi tree is clean.

They are all densely packed arrowheads inserted into the ground.

The man in white robe, exhausted of vitality, finally sat withered under the bodhi tree.

The white robe has long been dyed red.

An arrowhead in his chest sank at the root, the tail of the arrow broke off, and the second arrowhead was nailed to the tail of the arrow.

Shoulders, lutes, ribs, spine, thighs, calves.

Even the reincarnation of a living Buddha with a real diamond physique is nothing more than a death.

His hair fell down.

An arrowhead between the eyebrows is half-sinked.

Tick-tick thick blood should have flowed down the arrowhead, but now it dried up on the arrowhead.

Eventually a drop of blood slowly formed.

The white-robed man stood as motionless as a mountain.

behind him.

It was the woman in red who was sleeping soundly.

Liu Baichan, who was still alive, laughed softly.

Without a trace of strength.

I can no longer open my eyes.

There is no part of the body that can move.

He maintained such a posture all night long, guarding the woman behind him tightly behind his back.

"A little bit tired."

He coughed out the last mouthful of blood in his lungs.

I barely smiled.

The exhausted Northern Wei cavalry had no energy left to charge.

Their eyes were red, staring at the man in the tattered white robe who was still swaying in the wind.

Liu Baichan closed his eyes.

He murmured softly: "Red Baby, I'll just sleep for a while... for a while."

The white-robed old fox's eyes were soft, and he met Shen Hongying's eyes.

What you see in your eyes is tenderness.

He just felt like a dream in front of him.

How wonderful would it be if after waking up, what you saw when you opened your eyes was her smile?

16 years, day and night.

And now the dream has come true.

The white-robed old fox raised his head and looked at the huge Ksitigarbha statue of Tantu, crumbling under the erosion of karma.

From his nasal cavity, he slowly hummed the tune that he had memorized 16 years ago.

"Acacia son, An Hongdou."

"Four cards, six-sided dice."

"All kinds of suffering are brewed into wine, and deep-seated love is boiled into porridge."

"Drink sake, drink sake."

"Slightly drunken eyes, do not speak."

"I'm an idiot laughing for Nong, drunk and lying in the spring and autumn without worry."

This is the last word.

There is also the next sentence that I am extremely clumsy and spend a lot of effort to fill in.

"Pear Blossom Mirror, Carmine."

"For ordinary things, worry about the white head."

"The girl in red is unhappy, and the heavy snow is falling on her head in Gusu."

The white-robed old fox paused slightly, and touched Shen Hongying's face with his fingers.

Eyes slightly drunk.

The tone was gentle, but Shen Hongying burst into tears.

Because that voice surpasses all tenderness in the world.

"No drink, no drink."

"End of this life, repair in the next life."

"In the bright sun of Hou Jun in my next life, my hair will turn gray even without wind and snow."

(End of this chapter)