Ye Zhenfeng felt horrified that the Demon Emperor Naihetian was trapped in the Demon Killing Platform by the seven gods, but he still had the ability to escape.
He said: "Immortal Lord, can you figure out where the Demon Emperor is?"
Shangyao said: "My divine power has not been restored, and I have been sealed on Qiong Island again. My spiritual consciousness cannot detect more affairs in the outside world. The things about the Demon Emperor were obtained by me observing the sky at night, so I don't know about the demon emperor." Where is the emperor and who is he?"
Ye Zhenfeng frowned slightly.
Shangyao said: "But you don't have to worry. Since the Demon King has escaped, there will be a bloody storm in the human world. You will meet soon."
At this time, Shangyao still didn't know that Ah Xun was the Snake Queen just now, because Ah Xun had the snake seal left by the goddess of creation on her body, which successfully covered the evil spirit on her body.
Shangyao said again: "Come forward and I will give you the order to kill the demon!"
Ye Zhenfeng was overjoyed and hurried forward. He saw Shang Yao floating in the air slowly raising his hand, and a demon-slaying totem appeared in his palm. The black demon-slaying totem exuded bursts of spiritual light.
Ye Zhenfeng hurriedly raised his right hand, and two white spiritual lights suddenly stretched out from Shang Yao's palm, like two intertwined white vines, blooming with bright white flowers, exuding countless stars, and slowly penetrated into Ye Zhenfeng Palm.
He felt a powerful spiritual power pouring into his palm, and immediately, a black demon-killing order appeared in his palm, and then it penetrated into his body.
"Kill the demons and eliminate them, and both body and spirit will be destroyed."
He cupped his hands and said thanks: "Thank you so much, Immortal Lord Shangyao!"
Ye Zhenfeng bids farewell to Shang Yao Immortal Lord and prepares to go find the fragments of the Soul of the Ten Gods.
Shangyao looked at his leaving figure and said faintly: "Eternal Night War God, everything in this world depends on you! I hope that after going through the disaster, you can save the gods on earth from the sea of suffering and return to the heaven!"
She raised her eyes to look at the sky and saw a purple-pink rain suddenly falling over Qiongdao, with jade beads dripping on the stone statue. This was a scene that existed in her memory.
Tian Liuyin, who was leaning under the stone statue, was already dying. He loved her madly and his inner demons were incomprehensible. She prayed to the God of Forgotten River to give her the water of Forgotten River to make the man in front of her forget his feelings for her.
The God of Oblivion heard her prayer and finally responded, promising to give her a rain of oblivion, but the price was her ability to be infinitely reborn.
Shangyao agreed to this in exchange for this rain of forgetfulness.
"Tian Liuyin, I have already sacrificed everything in the world for you alone..."
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Wangchuan Shenzhou.
On the mountain peaks, the clouds and mist are like the sea, the sky is high and the clouds are wide, and white birds are flying over.
A monk in white clothes sat cross-legged with his hands clasped together, lowering his head and silently reciting mantras. His white sleeves were blown by the wind, and the glazed beads on his chest swayed from side to side.
Crouching next to him was a man whose whole body was eroded by demonic energy. The man was blindfolded, holding his head with a splitting headache in both hands, and wanted to hit him to death.
But when the monk recited the spell of Wuxiang Fu, he slowly stopped moving and collapsed on the ground. He was lying on the ground dying.
Corroded by the devil's breath, he has already begun to become a demon. No matter how many times the monk recites the Great Invisibility Curse, it will be useless.
The man's voice was thin and authentic: "Monk... Monk... just stop here, I'm tired..."
Wuchen lowered his eyes and looked at Sikong, who was lying on the ground with wounds all over his body tortured by the devil's breath. He was so thin that he had two tears of blood oozing from the cloth band covering his eyes.
Either become a demon or die.
"Amitabha,
I, the Buddha, have mercy and ask the Buddha to point out the location of the young monk Wangchuan. "
He had taken Si Kong to the waterless place, but he still could not find the purple river of forgetfulness. He knew that Si Kong already wanted to die.
Just when Wuchen was bowing to heaven and earth, an ethereal voice suddenly came from the sky: "I am the god of Wangchuan, what do you want?"
Wuchen's tightly closed brows were shocked, and he hurriedly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, only to see a purple waterfall appearing out of thin air and splashing down.
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The purple waterfall was very close, but the splashing water did not fall on him at all.
He was extremely excited in his heart, his hands trembled slightly, and he said in disbelief: "Little Monk Wuchen, sincerely pray to the God of Wangchuan to grant him the water of Wangchuan."
A purple-clothed beauty slowly appeared on top of the purple waterfall. Her eyebrows were lightly swept, and there were purple eyebrow marks between her eyebrows. There were purple water drops hanging on her long eyelashes. Her eyes were as ethereal as the moon, and her fingertips were lavender. She made secrets with her hands. Wearing a colorful gemstone bracelet on her hand, it flutters lightly in the wind.
Wuchen looked up at her and sighed; "The God of Forgotten River!"
I saw the purple fairy clothes of the God of Forgotten River fluttering in the wind, surrounded by white fairy gauze, like clouds and smoke, graceful and graceful.
The God of Forgotten River nodded slightly, her purple clothes flying in the wind, and she said: "Why do you ask for the water of Forgotten River?"
Wuchen immediately said: "This friend of mine is possessed by demons and is killing people. Please ask the God of Forgotten River to have mercy and give him the water of Forgotten River to relieve his pain."
The God of Forgotten River lowered his eyes and looked at Sikong, who was lying on the ground in agony. He then turned to look at Wuchen and said, "Many years ago, there was a god who asked me for the water of Forgotten River. She used her infinite Exchange the power of rebirth with me, and what do you give me in exchange?"
Wuchen clasped his hands together and said with a fearful expression: "The young monk is humble and exchanges the supreme divine power with him. But the young monk is willing to give everything he has to make the exchange, even if it means paying the young monk's life, he is willing to do so!"
Si Kong was shocked and said tremblingly: "No, monk, no..."
The God of Wangchuan said: "Monk, do you know why people in the world don't seek immortality, but also want to get the water of Wangchuan."
Wuchen shook his head.
The God of Wangchuan said: "That's because the world is not afraid of life and death, but is only afraid of love. Life and death are just a matter of a moment, but the torture of love is like the erosion of bones, torturing people's hearts all the time. Therefore, the world would rather drink Forgetting the water of Forgotten River, except for the pain in my heart, I don’t want to seek the road to immortality. Because immortality is so lonely, not everyone can bear it. But your friend would rather endure the bone-gnawing demons than drink this water of Forgotten River. It shows that he has people he would rather die than forget.”
Wuchen took a deep breath and sighed. His beautiful eyes trembled slightly in the wind, and his eyelids suddenly turned red.
The God of Forgotten River said again: "I know that you are a white lotus in front of the Buddha. It is not easy to practice for thousands of years. You have gone through all kinds of tribulations to achieve today's results. Why can't you just fail to see through this love relationship? Can't you let go now? ?”
Wuchen murmured in a low voice: "What are you letting go of?"
The God of Forgotten River looked at Sikong Kong and said: "Monk, knock your heart and ask yourself, have you ever been tempted."
Si Bong, who was in a state of confusion, vaguely heard their conversation, and then he knew Wuchen's true identity. It turns out that he is not an immortal person, he is a white lotus in front of the Buddha.
Wuchen was the wise man back then. He had already calculated that Si Kong was destined to be doomed, so he gave him this cloth belt embroidered with spells.
Now he has traveled thousands of miles to find the water of the River of Forgetfulness, and is willing to give up a thousand years of practice in exchange for his life.
The God of Forgotten River wanted to cross Wuchen, so he wanted to cross Wuchen again.
Chen said: "Obsession is born from emotion, so it is trapped by emotion. Let go of emotion, feel at ease between your eyebrows, and see the vast sea and sky as far as you can see."
She waved her hand casually, and a purple aura suddenly appeared in the sky and the earth, creating a beautiful scene in the world.
Wuchen smiled lightly and said: "There is nothing in the vast sea and sky. If you don't have anything else in your life, what do you want?"
The God of Forgotten River slowly shook his head and sighed: "If the obsession is too deep, even the Buddha will have difficulty crossing it."
"If the Buddha is compassionate, why not fulfill his wish?"
"How can the Buddha's gentle heart come from the Vajra body?"
"In that case... ferry him, but not me."
"My wish comes true."
The God of Forgotten River closed his eyes and waved his hand gently. The white gauze floated past with his jade hand, and a spring breeze fell with purple light rain and sprinkled on Si Kong's face.
Monk Wuchen put his hands together, and the shadow of a white lotus slowly appeared.
Just as his spirit and form disappeared, the cloth in front of Si Kong's eyes was blown away by the wind, and he finally saw Wuchen's face, their eyes met, and a hundred tender feelings turned into a sea of hearts.
This glance was a farewell.
This glance lasts ten thousand years.
The white-clothed monk's handsome features and his confounding appearance slowly dissipated, and he smiled with evil eyes and nodded at him.
Between Nangong Qi and Ling Yun, there are immortals and demons.
But there is a Buddhist door between Wuchen and Si Kong.
They never said the most beautiful word in the world, because this word was a sin between them.
I am originally a white lotus in front of the Buddha. For thousands of years, I have not moved my ordinary heart and am devoted to the Buddha.
I never thought that in this life, I would still be moved by my ordinary heart, and my thousands of years of Taoism would be ruined in one day.
But I don't regret it.
The Buddha crosses my heart and is born without dust.
Love fell into my heart, and I entered the world of mortals.
Read thousands of books of scripture and go through thousands of eons.
If I meet you, it will be like taking a shower in the spring breeze.
One glance, no regrets about reincarnation.
Ten thousand thoughts arise in the mind, nine hundred births and deaths.
A trace of love, a thousand ripples.
Even if you go into the abyss, you will never regret it.
There were two lines of tears in Si Kong's eyes, and he shouted at Wuchen: "Wuchen——"
Wuchen's soul was destroyed and dissipated between heaven and earth, leaving only a white lotus in the end.
Si Kong picked up the white lotus, put it to his lips and kissed it gently. His tears flowed silently like broken beads and like a river that burst its banks.
He raised his head and roared. Everything in the world was no longer dust-free, and there was no longer that monster monk in white clothes.
The white clothes confuse the world, but they only want to capture one person's heart.
The long wind rustles when people grow old, and the blood and tears are stained by parting tears.
One piano and one song are heart-breaking, and now I am a stranger in the world.
By the time the rain of forgetful love had passed, Si Kong had forgotten that person and the love that had never begun.
But for some reason, there were tears on his face. He reached out and wiped the tears from his face, but he didn't know why he was crying.
The God of Forgotten River looked down at him and said: "Sikong, you have a demon in your body, so you have come all the way to find the water of Forgotten River. Now that you have found it, the demon in your body has been slain."
In Si Bong's memory, he was possessed by the inner demon, and everything he did with Wu Chen became his own business.
He quickly put his hands together and bowed to the God of Forgotten River.
"Thank you so much for the mercy of the God of Forgotten River! For giving me the water of Forgotten River!"
The God of Wangchuan stretched out his hand and pointed at the lotus on the Wangchuan River, and then said to him: "You can take one of the lotus flowers here."
