I became a loophole in the world

In the air.

The dense golden Buddha culture is a golden lotus, covering two women, one large and one small.

Su Yuren took Gu Xiaoya's hand, looking at the monk outside Jinlian, and sighed softly: "It's been a thousand years, Brother Zizai, let me go."

The monk smiled and said: "I have never forced myself, so how can I let it go."

Su Yuren's eyes were complicated, and he said, "But you... have been forcing me..."

The monk looked sad and said: "I am just keeping the vow I once said, Yuer, anyone can die, but you can't."

"You, only this life..."

"..."

Su Yuren said softly: "As for you, without the next life, only this life is left."

The monk smiled as hearty as he was when he was a child, and said gently: "I'm fine, as long as you are well, I will die without regret."

Su Yuren shook his head lightly, unwilling to do so.

The monk spoke again, saying: "My time is running out, Yuer, I'm sorry, let me force you one last time."

"Go to sleep..."

When the words fell, the Buddha sounded.

The souls of Su Yuren and Gu Xiaoya trembled slightly, and slowly closed their eyes

"Ziya... Brother..."

"Uncle..."

"..."

The golden Buddhist text and light emerged, and the souls of the two women began to merge.

See here.

Gu Xiu took a deep breath and said solemnly, "You said that I am unknowable. In that case, maybe I can save her."

Buddhism continues.

The monk closed his eyes and said: "He Xintong told the little monk that the donor can't save him. For the little monk, the donor here is helping the little monk to save people."

Gu Xiu resisted his anger and said, "So, how do you want to save it now?"

The monk said: "The little monk wanted to exchange their soul fate with the help of the soul crossing technique, but the birth date is not compatible, only the age is consistent, and the soul transfer technique is very reluctant. Fortunately, the donor is present, and there is a slight change in the uncertainties. Let this technique succeed."

"It's just that success is the donor, and failure is also the donor."

"Now that the soul crossing technique has been interrupted by the donor, the little monk can only use this last bit of time, the last bit of power, to use the soul technique."

"Once the art of sharing the soul is completed, their souls and fate will merge into one."

"Yu'er's fate is a fate of a rosy face, and he can't survive the number two to eight."

"The little monk tried his best, with the help of the white lotus throne, to forcefully leave Yu'er's soul and flesh body until now after this thousand years."

Gu Xiu's expression changed, and said, "If the number of fate is merged, Xiaoya will also become fate, and will not live to be sixteen?"

The monk nodded slightly and said, "Yes, the donor is an unknown person. The little monk is powerless now. In this way, the little monk can only place hope on the donor."

"Before February 8th, the donor must change his fate for both of them. If not, Yuer will die, and the little donor will die."

"The art of co-soul, although not coexisting, but co-death."

"..."

Gu Xiu clenched his bloody fists, gritted his teeth and said, "How to change my life?"

The monk paused, and said: "Little monk...I don't know..."

You ride...

Gu Xiu closed his eyes.

The monk said: "With the art of sharing souls, the donor can no longer stop the little monk. In return, this Buddhist monk's supreme treasure white lotus throne was given to the donor. The little monk has already made a vow in it. After the donor changes his life, the white lotus throne will be released. , Used by the donor."

Talking.

On the white lotus throne, Su Yuren's flesh disappeared, leaving nothing behind.

Eighteen Buddhist beads fell into the white lotus throne and turned into eighteen white lotus seeds.

Then, the white lotus throne shrank, the lotus leaves closed, and finally came to Gu Xiu, floating.

Gu Xiu opened his eyes and said, "I can get this thing without you."

The monk said: "The throne is alive. If I die, the throne will return to the pure land. It cannot be found, and the benefactor cannot get it. Now, the little monk swears that the throne will not leave, but you can take it away."

"The little monk has nothing, I hope the donor will forgive me."

Gu Xiu looked at the white lotus throne and reached out to catch it.

[If the bug is triggered, is it forced to bind?

Binding.

The white lotus throne dissipated and appeared on the back of Gu Xiu's hand, turning into a simple lotus mark.

It's just bound, but it still can't be used. I can't see the specific effect of this Buddhist white lotus throne.

Obviously, this is because of the monk's oath seal.

"The donor is an extraordinary person."

Seeing this, the monk let go of his heart and said, "So, good, good."

Gu Xiu let out a sigh of relief and calmly said: "Monk, I really want to kill you a million times. Even so, I won't get rid of my hatred."

The soul and fate are integrated.

The monk laughed, raised his hand to support the two women's combined souls, came to Gu Xiaoya's body, knelt on the ground, and gently put the souls in.

Gu Xiu stood aside, and while putting away the stone giant doll, he watched this scene helplessly.

Nothing can be done.

What invincibility is not omnipotent after all...

The soul returns to the body.

The monk's eyes were gentle, and he stroked it down, but his palm passed through Gu Xiaoya's cheek.

After returning to his senses, the monk smiled freely and said: "Whether the donor is willing to listen to the little monk telling a long story?"

Gu Xiu picked up Gu Xiaoya, without saying a word.

The monk didn't care, knelt on the ground, raised his head slightly, keeping his eyes on Gu Xiaoya's face, and slowly began to tell.

"A thousand years ago, there were two children in a small mountain village..."

"..."

for a long time.

Silence was restored in the hall.

Without the sound of Buddha, without the light of Buddha, there was a dead silence.

Monk, it's gone.

After telling the story, the monk's soul disappeared.

The monk without the afterlife has completely disappeared from this world and reduced to being in memory.

As for that story...

Gu Xiu recovered, came to the monk's headless body, and touched it.

next moment.

The body also disappeared, leaving only a dark red robe and a golden relic in place.

The treasure chest emerged.

The system prompt sounded.

Gu Xiu is not in the mood to pay attention to this now, so when the bug is triggered, he will get the golden rare buff, kick open the treasure chest at will, put away the golden skill book inside, the dark red robe and the relic on the side, and then hold Gu who is still sleeping. Xiaoya, left the hall.

The Art of Shared Soul...

Before the age of sixteen, you must change your fate...

There are still four years to go.

Four years...

Gu Xiu looked at the little girl in his arms, her eyes firmed down.

The little girl talked to herself about the state of the soul before, and the monk conveyed it to him before he died.

This made him suddenly understand that Gu Xiaoya was not ignorant.

in contrast.

The little girl cares about him very much.

As for the bad heart...

Gu Xiu walked out of the mausoleum, ignoring the dungeon entrance that disappeared behind him, opened the Thousand Chance Umbrella, and quietly looked at the rain curtain in front of him. He was speechless for a long time without moving.

There is too much helplessness in the world.

Whether it is the original world or the current world, but this time, he will never sit back and wait...

"Let me down."

In her arms, Gu Xiaoya suddenly woke up, opened her eyes, opened her mouth, and said with a soft voice, "I can go by myself."

Looking down, Gu Xiu looked at the little girl. No, he looked at Su Yuren with complicated eyes.

From now on this woman will share the same body with Gu Xiaoya.

The art of shared soul...

Maybe you don't need to change your fate, you just need to remove the art of communism to solve this problem.

As for the life and death of Su Yuren, he never cared.

A stranger... robber only...

If it weren't for the shared soul, he would never hesitate to let the square gods be wiped out immediately, and there would be no place to bury him.

Ah.

Monk.

Since you are dead, let her pay for something...