pity...
In the end, he was still buried in the hands of Maitreya.
The picture scroll plays in a loop in the sky.
The shadows of the three Buddhas even shed a drop of golden tears.
The lotus gradually withered.
The big sun formed by energy slowly fell.
The golden rain is still falling.
The Long-eared Buddha sat cross-legged in the void and looked at the people in the underworld in front of him. At this moment, there was no resentment on his face, only freedom and ease.
"Everyone, I understand."
"The poor monk takes the first step."
After saying that, he let out a long sigh and his face twisted again: "I'm still not willing to give in, Maitreya, I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you!"
Chang Er cursed again.
The three phantoms of Buddha simultaneously extended their palms and patted the long-eared Buddha.
His body exploded into pieces, and blood mixed with golden rain continued to drift.
A chant of sutra rang out in the sky, the sound was very low, and the last energy of the Long-Eared Buddha was gathered into seven words in the sky.
'Maitreya, I am your uncle! '
This word is full of resentment, but I have to say that not only the special effects on the appearance of this long-eared Buddha are awesome, but the special effects on the exit are also awesome.
It's a talent.
It's just that Wang Ye didn't have the chance to see this scene, otherwise he would have learned a lot secretly.
After everything is over.
Po Meng's body quickly became old again. She coughed twice, put the boning knife and the collected Buddha's blood back into the bag, and placed them next to Wang Ye.
But no one saw it. The collected Buddha's blood slowly wrapped around a relic in the bag, and finally merged into it, as if it was being swallowed by the relic.
Po Meng's face looked a little tired at this time, and her hand on crutches was trembling slightly. She shook her head with emotion: "I'm so old... I can't chop anymore."
"Fourth sister is joking."
Cui Jue slowly fell back to the ground from the void, looked at Po Meng and smiled gently, then swept his eyes over everyone one by one, and clasped his hands: "Cui thanked you for your help."
His face was as dark as Zhong Kui's and even had a beard, but at this moment he was full of Confucianism.
He looks very gentle, which is in extreme contrast with Zhong Kui.
Zhong Kui laughed, and regardless of the scars on his body, he hugged Cui Jue's shoulders: "Old Cui, why are you so polite? If it hadn't been for you back then, how many of us would have survived!"
"But I tell you normally, men like us should be more powerful! Be more manly!"
"Look at you, you bitch!"
"It makes me look weak. How can I look like this? When I stare, those little guys will run all over the floor in fear?"
As he spoke, Zhong Kui hammered his chest hard.
But this time it directly involved the injury in the body, causing him to cough violently.
Cui Jue took two steps back without leaving a trace, and escaped from Zhong Kui's hands: "What happened back then is not worth mentioning. If my sacrifice can bring more people's survival, everything will be worth it."
"And... I'm satisfied that I'm still alive."
Zhong Kui suddenly became a little sad, glanced at Cui Jue, and said faintly: "But you are also weak... Now you don't have the strength of a palace master."
"The realm is something outside the body."
"Not worth mentioning."
"But this time I fell asleep and read a lot of books from the outside world."
"It seems that the outside world is changing a lot with each passing day. Many of the comments and knowledge are so profound that even I can't figure it out."
Cui Jue sighed.
Seeing that Zhong Kui was still talking, Po Meng had a headache, so she suddenly spoke in advance: "What are you going to do for this recovery?"
"Before the plan begins, let's go to the human race for a walk."
"After all...I'm human too."
"If you are separated from the human race for a long time, you will become numb, as if you lack the value of survival."
"And the human race has a lot of new things to learn."
"Especially one named Zhang Ziliang... is a wonderful man."
...
"Zhang Ziliang?"
Po Meng's expression was a little strange for a moment. She glanced at Wang Ye subconsciously, then thought about something, and nodded after a moment: "Yes, he is an interesting guy."
"It's just too extreme."
"But after you recover, our plan can officially enter the preparation stage."
"The time left for you will not be long, so cherish it."
Black and White Wuchang looked at each other: "Let's take a step first. I once felt Fuhu's aura somewhere. I just want to take this time to try to see if I can touch his lair and kill him!"
Po Meng nodded and built a door made of fingers.
Black and white impermanence enters and leaves.
The City God bowed his hands in front of everyone. This time, he didn't bring the monkey with him, so he had to kick his two calves and step into the door.
"How about...Old Cui, are you lonely by yourself? How about I stay with you?"
"After all, it may be difficult to adapt to it when you first recover."
"And with me here, you have company."
"I still know the current situation of the human race very well, although I haven't moved around the human race much..."
"Hey, hey, why are you pushing me?"
"Be gentle, I'm still injured."
"Fuck, don't kick my ass, I can walk on my own!"
Amidst Zhong Kui's screams, Cui Jue pushed him to the finger door and kicked him down.
Zhong Kui disappeared.
Po Meng and Cui Jue looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, as if they had gotten rid of some kind of trouble.
"Fourth sister, I will take the first step."
Cui Jue bowed to Po Meng again and left.
After everyone left, the place became quiet again.
Po Meng's figure swayed slightly, and she took a deep breath before regaining her balance. She glanced at Wang Ye with a complicated expression, and murmured softly: "I know, Maitreya wants to ask me who I am..."
"But...even I don't know, who am I?"
"Xiaosi..."
"But there is Xiaosi in this world."
"I'm like a wandering soul that was split apart. Back then...why did you let me go to her side..."
"well."
After saying that, Po Meng sighed softly, stood next to Wang Ye, and waved her palm gently. Wang Ye groaned and moved his eyelids slightly.
Po Meng entered the finger door and slowly disappeared.
About three minutes later.
Wang Ye opened his eyes weakly, endured the pain in his body, rolled around on the ground, then took out a bone chopping knife from the bag, and looked around cautiously.
After confirming that there was nothing abnormal around him, he relaxed and sat gently on the ground, leaning against the bridge, breathing heavily.
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