"You told me that there is a pure land in this world. All spiritual plants living on it can live and work in peace and contentment. It is not a slaughterhouse for anyone. It was you who said it! It was you who said that we can also find a pure land! How can you break your promise?

!How can you break your promise!"

The sound was almost sob-inducing that Yang Yin spit out a mouthful of blood.

He raised his eyes, and for some reason, a tear fell from his eyes.

"I...I'm not a monk...you got the wrong person!"

"Did I admit the wrong person? The person who gave me hope will never be forgotten by me forever! I will never forget him!"

The sea of ​​blood shook, Yang Yin's body shook, and a cloud of blood covered him. Yu Lan thought he was going to die, but the black figure remained motionless.

The blood flowers quickly flew away from Yang Yin and disappeared into the huge bones.

There was silence.

Yang Yin's eyes were in a trance.

"The lay monk feels inexplicably familiar. He has obviously never been here before, and is only over a hundred years old this year. He is very young, but he seems to have been here tens of millions of years ago, thinking about the future together with the bones in front of him."

Yu Lan was almost obsessed with it.

In the light curtain, Yang Yin seemed to have finally lost all his strength, kneeling on his knees in the sea of ​​blood.

The huge corpse shed tears of blood, "What a clean face! What a person who sacrifices himself for others! You save him but not me! You save him but not me!"

Yu Lan could easily tell what the huge corpse must have learned from Yang Yin.

Getting rid of the familiar feeling just now, Yang Yin knelt on the spot in a daze. He knelt in front of the bones.

The huge corpse was half submerged in the sea of ​​blood, its empty eye sockets faced Yang Yin, and its voice was also hollow.

"Little monk, what do you want to say to me?"

"I...I don't know...I don't understand..."

The huge corpse said softly, "You said that monsters can survive without being skinned and deboned. You said that pure land can exist anywhere as long as you think about it."

Yang Yin felt inexplicably sad and shook his head subconsciously, "I...how could I have said that!"

He definitely can't do this kind of thing!

He is only over 100 years old this year, and he behaves tactfully. At home, he walks around the streets and alleys. He is uneducated and has no skills. His family pressured him to have his head shaved several times. He went to Foshan several times and was turned back without exception.

He has accomplished nothing and is not even a Buddhist. How could he be the person he said!

The huge corpse asked softly, "What's the difference between me and him?"

Yang Yin looked at him in a daze.

"Isn't the feeling of close friends true at that time?"

Yang Yin collapsed, "I really don't know what you are talking about!"

The huge corpse is silent.

Yang Yin became hesitant again, "I... maybe there is some misunderstanding."

The huge corpse said, "I understand, Buddha also has to make choices. No matter whether he agrees sooner or later, you will always have to cross over to people in the same world as you. I am a soul in a secret realm, so what does it matter?"

"No wonder you ferried him but not me."

Yang Yin is confused.

The huge corpse gradually sank into the sea of ​​blood, and he couldn't help but sigh, "That's it."

The blood rain from the sky keeps falling.

"Seeing that our sincerity was true at that time, and we knew each other about what we imagined, I didn't want to worry about anything anymore, so just go and save your people."

The sea of ​​blood submerged half of Yang Yin's body. He watched as the bones sank lower and lower, and half of his eye sockets were submerged.

Yu Lan saw the black figure clenching his fist.

Is it tense?

Why?

Isn't this nothing? No one has to worry about being hurt. The powerful being is easy to talk to and is not evil.

But Mu Anran clenched her fists tightly and stared at Yang Yin.

The black figure read slowly, "The lay monk didn't know why, but he felt a sadness lingering in his heart. He watched the bones sinking, with bruises all over his body, and watched motionlessly as the bones disappeared before his eyes."

Who did the bones identify him as? Did he identify him by mistake, or... was that his previous life?

For some reason, the lay monk had the idea of ​​the latter.

But...this is too ridiculous!

The pain blurred his sense of pain, making him ignore whether his brain was hurting or his heart was hurting, confusing his truest thoughts.

Anyway, his whole body is in pain. Isn’t it good for someone who wants to kill him to just let him go so gently?

When He leaves completely, he will leave this place immediately, heal his wounds, and continue to be a member of a family that walks chickens and fights dogs!

This is what lay people think.

Mu Anran silently recited all the words written at that time.

But it shouldn’t be like this.

With her appearance, things should not continue to remain the same.

Yang Yin can leave regrets in the article, which is a dramatic conflict.

But we shouldn’t leave any regrets in front of her.

In the article, Yang Yin was extremely afraid of the corpse.

But what about now?

Apart from fear, does he feel nothing else?

His eyes were gradually sinking into the sea of ​​blood, and Yang Yin didn't know why the sea of ​​blood seemed endless.

He looked at all this sadly, something flashed through his heart.

We once had a great conversation, but as time went by, it became nothing.

"Buddhas also have to make choices?"

Mu Anran finally couldn't help but speak out and emphasized this sentence.

Yang Yin opened his eyes fiercely.

He didn't have time to think, but it seemed that his soul was driving his body. He didn't know why he did this. He didn't know anything. He just stood up and stretched out his hand.

"Black Abyss! Just wait for me! I will fulfill my promise! That is not an empty talk! You were also abandoned because you were in a secret realm!"

A meal of bones.

Then a sigh came from the sea of ​​blood, "Rong Jing, I believe in you for the last time, I am about to disintegrate."

The bones completely sank into the sea of ​​blood.

Yang Yin was paralyzed in the sea of ​​blood, his head buzzing, but it seemed that a layer of fog that could not be seen clearly had been lifted.

He seemed to have done something he would not have done originally, but that was his own regret.

The regret seems to last for thousands of years, and the guilt is infinite.

But in just a moment, the fog was covered again, and Yang Yin was extremely confused again.

Only then did he feel exhausted, unable to remember anything, and threw his head back and fainted.

The light curtain disappears.

Yang Yin fell on his back from the darkness and was caught by a black figure.

Yang Yin still had the last glimmer of consciousness. He looked at the black figure in confusion and murmured, "Who am I?"

Then I completely fainted.

I don’t know what night it is.

Bai Xiaosheng put Yang Yin down and let him lie flat on the ground.

"The plot can be rewritten." It stands straight.

Yu Lan seemed to see a line drawn from Yang Yin's body in its hand.

In the darkness, the slender black figure turned around and faced Yu Lan's direction.

Yu Lan’s hair stood on end and her eyes widened.

"Destiny can also be rewritten."

"..."

Yu Lan suddenly understood.

It knows.

It has always known.

It knows she's here!

But Yu Lan calmed down again, and she looked at Bai Xiaosheng quietly.

"What do you want?"

It keeps getting closer to her.

What is there about her that makes her want to?

It knows everything, so does it know her space?

In the darkness, Bai Xiaosheng stretched out his hand and stared at her with his dark eyes.

"The Spiritual Returning Stone."
Chapter completed!