Fu Canglu

Chapter 230
The strong wind suddenly became violent!

With that lonely figure as the center of the circle, countless winds roared, and the air was violently torn apart by inexplicable forces.

Leaning on the bridge pole, the great master in purple robe narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out a hand to cover his eyes with some difficulty, trying to block the gust of counterattack.

A flaw appeared in the sky of the Buddha's remains, like a crack in the exquisite jade porcelain, and then spread vertically and horizontally, and the extremely low sky shot out the blazing and hot skylight, reflecting in this extremely narrow world among.

The river Styx, which had been suppressed by the purple-robed great master, exploded again, creating countless majestic waves, and the whole world was swept by water vapor, so the eyes were suddenly blurred like a frying pan.

The statue of the Tantuo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva still stands motionless amidst the spray of water all over the sky.

Yi Xiao looked at the lonely figure in the center of the fuzzy world with a complex expression.

Wei Lingshan said softly: "She seems to be holding something in her arms."

The little monk Qingshi squinted his eyes, and said tentatively: "Although there is no fluctuation, should we be careful. Could it be some forbidden weapon with hidden lethality?"

Wei Lingshan subconsciously shifted his gaze to Yi Xiao.

Of course Yi Xiao knew what Shuiyue was holding in her arms.

So he shook his head and said softly, "It won't be a forbidden weapon."

The spread of the power of rules is much simpler than imagined.

Because Xuan Shangyu, who is in charge of the Buddha bones, did not stop him from the beginning to the end.

Perhaps it was because of the ban, the purple-robed great master silently leaned against the bridge railing, silently looking at the sky, which was filled with brilliance, just like the magnificent landscape created by the world.

He just watched quietly, not even making a sound to interfere.

Storm center.

Shuiyue's dark blue cloak was rolled upside down, and amidst the water vapor in the sky, her movements paused slightly, then she turned around slowly and cast her eyes on Xuan Shangyu who was leaning on the bridge railing.

Shuiyue said softly: "My lord, I thought you had no feelings."

The purple-robed grand master leaning against the railing was silent.

A long and narrow opening was split in the sky, and the blazing sky light poured out, covering it vertically from top to bottom, and then piercing through the Buddha's skeleton.

The breath of the world swept along with the sky.

The warm sunshine, this is a scene that the Buddha has never seen in countless reincarnations.

A gleam of watery light shone on Shuiyue's cheek.

She narrowed her eyes carefully, sensing the warmth she felt for the first time in her life.

Familiar yet unfamiliar.

It's like the feeling of being born.

The first time, and the last time.

Xuan Shangyu, who was leaning on the bridge railing, closed his eyes, Ren Tianguang swept across the end of the bridge, and said coldly, "I'm just a little tired."

Shuiyue smiled complicatedly, and then said seriously: "Thank you."

The purple-robed great master hummed, then closed his eyes in silence, rubbed the center of his brows, and never looked at that figure again.

The dark blue cloak fluttered, and the blood stains on the coarse linen were instantly washed away by the water vapor.

So the dumb little girl standing on the bridge turned into the innocence at the beginning.

She raised her head, and the blazing sky light pierced both sides of her cheeks.

Facing the bodhisattva light ball floating in the air, she said softly again: "Thank you."

Under the Buddha statue of Tantuo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

The little monk Qingshi raised his head thoughtfully, and said in surprise, "Has the power of the ban weakened?"

Wei Lingshan said with a blank expression: "This ban will bestow on the Buddha's remains. Now that the passage between the Buddha's remains and the human world has been opened, it will naturally weaken."

"And" Wei Lingshan frowned, looked at the purple-robed great master who was leaning on the bridge railing and pretended to sleep, and said softly: "Xuan Shangyu didn't continue to impose the banning technique, what was he thinking?"

The thoughts of this purple-robed man have been unpredictable from beginning to end.

"The small world of Buddha bones is not far from collapse." Qingshi stood up, sensed the gradual recovery of Yuanli, soul power and blood, didn't think much, just asked softly: "When shall we leave?"

The Buddha statue of Tantuo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva floating in the air has begun to fade away.

Yi Xiao didn't answer the question.

And Wei Lingshan said calmly, "Just wait a little longer."

The sparrow glanced slightly at the little highness with a complicated complexion, then retracted his gaze without showing any trace, and said softly: "Someone seems to have something to do."

Sensing Wei Lingshan's gaze, Yi Xiao looked back apologetically, and said, "Wait for me a moment."

The long hair on the back of the black-clothed figure rose up suddenly, knocking out of the enveloping range of the Tantuo Buddha statue in an instant, relying on the last energy and blood of "Ghost Seeing Sorrow", Yi Xiao landed in the middle of the bridge in the next instant.

The wind has died down, and the sun is shining brightly everywhere.

Like dawn, Yongye was completely expelled.

The eternal night of the Buddha's skeleton will naturally dissipate after sunrise.

So the girl who represented the Eternal Night Rule naturally had to dissipate.

The girl in the dark blue cloak and rough white linen, as the wind dissipated and under the sunlight, began to become unreal and unreal.

She smiled and hugged the things in her arms tightly, and nodded to Yi Xiao.

Then she walked forward cautiously, like a cat moving its steps, for fear of disturbing the peace of the world.

Like smoke.

Her figure is like smoke.

Every step you take is an illusion.

In the end, she stood opposite Yi Xiao, at most three feet away, like the one in Sunset Town, innocent and full of joy, stretching out her hands.

A breeze blows.

The girl's figure was as ethereal as smoke, and then disappeared.

When the entire sky was opened to light, all the clouds in the sky dissipated, and in the heart of the sky, stood a young man in black with long hair dragging to the ground.

Yi Xiao silently looked at the stack of drawing paper in her hand.

He raised his head, and in the blazing light, the light smoke was no longer visible or audible.

The waves of the Styx splashed on the bridge, clear and transparent.

Yi Xiao held up the stack of drawing papers, and through the clear light, he could see blurry but clear figures.

One after another, dense and warm.

This is the last tenderness this girl left to this world.

Yi Xiao let go of his hands.

As a result, the drawing paper scattered all over the world and was blown to every corner by the wind.

The eternal night of the Buddha's skeleton was expelled, the sun shone on every corner, and the little girl in this world would sleep forever.

Yi Xiao left behind a painting.

He looked at the portrait of the mute woman he had left behind, the lead marks carved by the rough wood core pen tip were still brand new.

With her hands on her knees, the curious little girl looked at herself with her lips closed.

Sunset Town himself said: "Shuiyue, believe me, one day, she will leave here."

Yi Xiao smoothed out the wrinkles on the drawing paper.

He whispered to the dumb girl in the portrait, "It is now."

(End of this chapter)