After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn - Chapter 177

Before Jucheng left Jiangcheng, Fu Yunzhu took a trip out of the city.

In front of the long river reflecting the sun, several skeletal remains slowly drifted by in the turbid river water.

She took out the lantern again and rubbed it lightly as usual.

Peiyu dressed in white and stood beside her.

“Does it look good?” Fu Yunzhu asked.

Peiyu opened her mouth and said nothing.

The little rabbit is exquisite and cute, with two blood-red eyes, it seems to be washed out of hostility.

Fu Yunzhu held the lantern in both hands, bent down, put it in the water, and watched it go away with the flowing water.

Her hatred and obsession for half of her life were carried away with the lantern. At this moment, she poured all her heart into her heart, and it was rare for her to enjoy herself.

“then.”

Peiyu was stunned, and took a small thin stone from her hand.

Fu Yunzhu’s knees were slightly bent, his right leg was accumulating strength, and his hand moved forward. The small stones swept across the water like swallows, rising and falling continuously, and a row of sprays was raised.

She clapped her hands, “You try too?”

Peiyu nodded, imitating her actions, the stone flakes came out and sank into the river with a grunt.

There is no splash at all.

Fu Yunzhu held his forehead, “You can’t use brute force to play this, you have to use clever energy, look at me.”

She squatted down, re-selected a stone, put it in her hand, and then bent over to the side and threw it lightly, making the movement in one go.

The stone flakes passed over the water like a light bird, and a long string of splashes flew up half of the river before sinking.

Peiyu admired her sincerely.

The two spent the whole afternoon drifting by the river, until it was getting late, and the setting sun was like blood, flying into the sky.

Fu Yunzhu looked up, “I’m leaving.”

Peiyu reluctantly hit the last water drift, seeing the stone still sinking straight, and muffled: “Yeah.”

At the gate of Jiangcheng, Haohao Tangtang’s motorcade stopped by the roadside.

All the people will migrate to the land of Buddha.

This is not an easy task. The journey is long and the magic soldiers are blocking each other. You can predict how difficult the future will be. Fortunately, Peiyu is equipped with many Yan Jia, which can speed up the journey.

A steed horse was led in front of the team, pouting unwillingly, with its long mane scattered.

Fu Yunzhu: “This is the best horse in Jiangcheng. You saved Jiangcheng. It’s up to you to sit.”

Peiyu approached, and the steed was affected by the evil spirit on her body, and finally settled down. She pushed herself up, “After I go to the team.”

The horse neighed with his head up high and left.

Fu Yunzhu waved his hand, “Let’s go.”

The night wind is mighty, and the clouds break through the moon.

Linglingyue shines on the future, and the convoy drove slowly to the west.

In the Demon Realm, the Demon Lord held a luminous cup in his hand and watched this scene with interest.

“Don’t give up a person?” she smiled.

Dongting said: “I will send soldiers to stop them.”

The devil raised his eyebrows, “Block?” The luminous cup shook, and the crimson wine was squished. “At the time of Saint Manzhuang, Peiyu and the others showed their kindness to Liu Huan. This time, they repaid their love and let them go. Buddhism, anyway, a few small fish can’t make waves.”

Dongting clenched his hands tightly, and the unwillingness faded away.

Demon Lord: “Where is Lingyang? Still crooked with that little tree?”

Dongting filled her with wine, “Yes.”

The devil held the wine glass and walked to the glazed window, overlooking the mountains, rivers and the world. The magic palace was built on the former site of Shengrenzhuang, above Yunding, just to see the scenery of the two worlds.

Standing in the sea of ​​clouds, she uttered the same sigh as countless powerful people later: “How lonely is invincibility.”

Dongting: “…By the way, a monk came to see the king.”

The devil turned sideways, “Really?”

Dongting said: “I imprisoned him in another courtyard.”

The devil smiled, “What is the monk doing here?”

Dongting shrugged, “Who knows, tell the devil the principles of Zen.”

The devil was silent for a moment and asked, “Yunmeng, do you think that one day, immortals and demons can live together?”

Dongting was shocked: “Of course not! How did you have such an idea!”

The demon sighed, “At our time, the devil liked to devour the inner alchemy of the immortal family and the flesh and blood of the human race. This is an instinct imprinted in the body, just like a man eats after the wild beast.”

“But at the bottom of the Ten Thousand Demon Caverns for so many years, many demons have begun to evolve another instinct, using demonic energy instead of inner alchemy and flesh and blood. Demonic energy is born in the heavens and the earth, cyclically, endlessly. As for those who don’t know how to use demonic energy. The monsters have long since been eliminated and turned into sane monsters, gnawing at each other.”

Just like a carnivore, trapped in a grassland, those who are not adapted to being vegetarian will be eliminated naturally.

She continued: “Devils and immortals, and people are unchangeable in the past. You who were not detained into the Ten Thousand Demon Caves back then have your own practice method?”

The devil came to the case and pulled out a textbook, “This book also records this truth, called’natural selection of things, survival of the fittest.’ This is called Jiyusheng. He is really a wonderful person. It can be used for short. The short eight characters speak the truth of heaven and earth.”

Dongting frowned, “But we have been imprisoned for thousands of years, and now the entire fairy gate has been blood-washed, and the hatred between the fairy and the demons will never disappear.”

The Demon Lord put the script back, “Maybe only blood can wash away the hatred, but how can this be the end?”

Dongting: “Did you have a retreat?”

The devil turned himself, looking at the vast rivers and mountains, “I was just thinking about how boring this world would be if there were no immortals and no people. You see, Ji Yu hasn’t released a sequel for so long, she turned into a pigeon spirit and flew away. ?”

Dongting stood up, “Think about it better, maybe she’s already dead.”

The devil smiled, “Where are you going?”

Dongting said: “Go find someone who can write a storybook and write a book for you. It’s called “The Self-cultivation of the Demon Lord”, or “How to Be an Emotionless Killing Machine.”

In the courtyard, Peach Blossom Fei Fei, the young monk sits under the peach tree, facing the white wall, closing his eyes and chanting.

A clear laugh like a silver bell broke the heavy Sanskrit sound.

He raised his head, and a girl in a peach shirt with snow-skinned eyes and bright eyes was reflected in his pale golden eyes.

“Monk,” the girl was sitting on the wall, with the brilliant warm sun behind her, “what are you doing chanting here?”

She curled her eyes, the corners of her mouth were shallow, and she seemed innocent and harmless.

Tianxin said: “Crossing the devil.”

The girl was very interested, “You dry things, even my peach blossom demon can’t get through, how can I get through the most terrible monster?”

Tianxin looked at her and smiled slightly, “I tell a story to the devil.”

The girl jumped on the peach tree, her skirt fluttered, “I want to hear the story too, monk, or let’s make a bet.”

Tianxin: “Tan Yue, please speak.”

The girl said: “You tell me a story every three days. After one month, if you cross me, I will give you something. If not, you will give me something. How about? By the way, I It’s Hua Zhi.”

Tian Xin thought for a while, and began to tell stories about teaching people to be good in Buddhism.

But Hua Zhi is not a good listener, and he pops up a why from time to time, turning it into “a hundred thousand whys”.

Tianxin’s Buddhism is superb, with a gentle temperament, patiently answering her questions, and after only one story is finished, it is Tianxin full moon.

Hua Zhi waved his hand and jumped to the other side of the high wall, Hua Zhi rustled, “I’ll see you again in a few days!”

…

More than half a month later, Jiangcheng and his team finally reached the Buddha Land safely.

Along the way, apart from a few stragglers, they encountered no danger, and they were so stable that Peiyu’s expectations.

The small town at the foot of Futu Mountain is overcrowded.

An enchantment divides the Buddhaland and the outside into two worlds. The small town has been expanded a lot, maybe it can be called a big city, the streets in the city are prosperous, the incense is floating in the air, and monks who teach the Dharma can be seen everywhere.

Fu Yunzhu asked someone to unload the things and walked to Peiyu, “Thank you.”

Peiyu returned the horse to her, “You are welcome.”

Fu Yunzhu: “I heard that there is a holy river in Buddhism. I will go to float with you in the future.”

Peiyu was silent for a moment, “…I don’t know how.”

Fu Yunzhu squinted her eyes and patted her on the shoulder, “More practice will be enough.”

The people quickly stationed outside the city, and the tents one by one were lit up with warm yellow light.

Looking sideways, thousands of tents lights in the middle of the night.

Peiyu asked: “What do you want to do in the future? Can you lead them to live here? You can first find a place with abundant water and soil and rebuild Jiangcheng.”

Fu Yunzhu shook his head, “One day, I will take them back.”

The two didn’t talk for long, Peiyu cared about Huaibo in her heart, so she bid farewell to her and walked quickly towards the Futu Mountain.

There were two young people in the street side by side, drinking and singing: “You have no sorrow when you are young, and you go up to the Yanlou in a thin shirt in spring. Zhu Jun scolds me for being too ostentatious. I say that all monarchs are like dogs.

This is a popular way of singing in Xianmen. Compared with the elegant music that is usually surrounded by strings and poems, it does not require rhythm, rhyming, or the pursuit of graceful words and music. It only seeks to express the mind directly and what is in the heart. , Just sing, it’s more like shouting than singing.

Later, people called it “calling wheat”.

The lights are on the tower and the singing is clear. It seems that they are in a desperate situation, but people cherish the day more and more.

The days are short and bitter and the nights are long, so it is natural to have fun with candles.

After a while, the lights were dim, the worldly joy behind him, tea, rice, oil and salt, and thousands of Buddhas silently in front of him, and thousands of fragrances.

Peiyu dusted the bodhi on the duster and stepped onto the bluestone slab.

The bright moon is in the sky, the silver is shining, and the thousands of Buddhas carved on the stone walls have different looks and lifelike.

Halfway up the mountain, Zhao Jianyi stood under the moon, saw her, his eyes lit up, and he whispered: “Little Junior Sister, you are finally here.”

Peiyu couldn’t help raising her lips, “Where is the master?”

Zhao Jianyi lowered his voice, “Master has been waiting for you these days, she is too tired, she just fell asleep.” He took Peiyu onto the path, turning around, and Kazuki’s late peach blossoms came into view.

Huaibo leaned against the flower tree, deep asleep, with a tired expression, and her temples were soaked in the moonlight, shining with silver light.

“Master…” Pei Yu murmured, “Why?”

Zhao Jian looked sad, “Dao Zun and Jian Zun have gone.”

Peiyu’s face turned pale, and she quietly walked to Huaibo, knelt down and stroked the white hair on her sideburns.

When Zhao Jian saw this, he left lightly.

Peiyu’s eyes were wet, and after a while, she folded a bright peach blossom and inserted it on her sideburns.

The face of the peach blossoms in red.

She sat beside Huaibo, squeezing her hand, her fingers interlocking.

Huaibo seemed to perceive something, his eyelashes trembled, but he didn’t wake up. He just leaned to the side and leaned on Peiyu’s shoulder.

The moon is like water, falling red all over the ground.

The silhouettes leaning against each other obliquely reflected on the ground, gradually shifting their positions as the moon sinks westward.

Until a **** crowed, calling the red sun in the east, beyond the mountains, the color of morning light was faintly revealed.

Huaibo woke up with a refreshed spirit, and the depressive sadness these days went into the air with this cock.

She opened her eyes, the red sun gushing out in front of her, the golden glow pierced through the world, and the vast sea of ​​clouds was as brilliant as brocade.

The sunrise is always like this, magnificent and full of hope.

Huaibo clasped Peiyu’s hand and watched the sunrise silently with her.