The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

For many years, Master was in retreat and healed his wounds. It was the second brother who taught him hand in hand, chanting the Dharma for him, and eliminating the sin and hatred in his heart.

[Blood Moon] Ruthless, [Jing Yuan] refines the heart.

It can be said that the second brother gave him a second life.

It is impossible for him to watch the Second Senior Brother's soul fly away and disappear between the heavens and the earth, without paying attention.

Therefore, only change your fate against the sky!

Going against the sky, heaven and earth cannot tolerate.

Can he still be with Yu Mo like this?

If they were forcibly together, would it harm Yumo instead?

But even if he warned himself over and over again in his heart, he would cut off his love for the second brother.

But when he heard Leng Yumo's news, his dead heart still beat violently.

He wants to see Yu Mo!

More crazily than ever, I want to see Yumo.

Only when he saw Yu Mo and hugged her tightly in his arms, could he realize that he was still alive, not the walking dead puppet that year.

"...Master, Master Jingyuan?"

The cries of the patriarch heard in the ear, recalling Jing Yuan's thoughts.

"Master Jingyuan, do you know Girl Yumo?"

Jing Yuan opened her chapped lips, and it took a long time to find her own voice: "Is she...here?"

The patriarch sighed: "Miss Yumo has just gone to [Yin Yang Sect] through the teleportation array. If you come back one step earlier, you will be able to meet her. However, [Yin Yang Sect] will at least wait until tomorrow before setting out to dive. Under the abyss, Master, if you rush over now, you might still be able to run into her."

Jing Yuan held the piece of paper in his hand in a daze, and slowly squeezed it into a ball.

The knuckles gurgled.

Maybe this is his fate, fate...no fate.

Even the heavens are making him miss, and telling him not to continue.

In that case, let it go!

Jing Yuan slowly folded his hands together, and said softly: "Amitabha, it is a predestined to meet by oneself, since there is no predestined...just leave it, the little monk."

His voice was calm and dry, without a trace of ups and downs.

But a heart seemed to be gripped tightly, and he could hardly breathe because of the pain.

Break away, break away!

Master said that only by cutting off the bond of dust, abandoning the cause and effect, and staying away from the sentiment, can we get the right result.

But no one told him that it would be so painful when he left.

It was far more than the bruises he suffered when he was a bloody moon, and it was also more than a thousand swordsmanships that had been stripped away by the Buddha's light.

"Master, master, are you leaving now?"

Wu Meng stepped forward reluctantly, as if trying to keep her.

But as soon as she stretched out her hand, she froze in midair.

The little monk in front of him had a handsome face, but this face was like Shura at this moment.

The eyes are red, cold as ice and snow.

The most frightening thing is that red flames surged all over his body, as if to swallow his whole person.

Wu Meng screamed in fright, and sat down on the ground.

"what happened?"

"What happened?"

"Master Jingyuan, is this a delusion?"

"Master Jingyuan, what happened? You calm down?"

The patriarch looked terrified, and quickly commanded the tribe to retreat, holding a magic weapon in his hand, looking at the little monk nervously.

Obviously it was fine just now, like a little monk full of Buddha nature, why suddenly became so terrifying all of a sudden.

It's like a ghost climbing up from hell.