Edge of Pure Land Chapter 165

Chapter 165 Ends of the world, lush green fields

On this day, Lu Fuji witnessed the birth of the kingdom.

He stepped into the waist-deep dark torrent and climbed the bronze stone steps step by step. In front of him, there was a huge red dragon rising into the sky, entrenched in the endless storm. The scorching heat evaporated the rainwater, and the steam evaporated. It spreads like clouds.

 The giant dragon is entrenched in the sky, like a red lotus!

The red-hot night sky seemed to be lit up with sacred visions, as if one could really see the gate of heaven opening, and the phantoms of gods and Buddhas hidden deep in the clouds appeared, chanting solemn holy chants in unison. The song seems to be welcoming the new king's ascension to the throne!

This is a scene that is simply incomprehensible. The vision of the tenth realm is so mysterious and mysterious that it seems to have opened the door to another world. The five hundred years of exploration by human evolutionists seem to have only touched the kingdom of God. edge.

The flames burning in the sky are so solemn and sacred, and the sound of Sanskrit chants accompanied by the foehn wind echoes between heaven and earth, reaching every corner of the world.

The steel lotus suspended on the top of the holy mountain was swept by the blazing burning wind, and even traces of scorch appeared. The realm that was supposed to be eternal and inviolable seemed to be crumbling and annihilated inch by inch. That was the ultimate sublimation of the burning power of the sky. Invading by force!

 This moment, this second.

The whole world seems to be able to feel a tall and majestic figure standing between heaven and earth. An indifferent voice penetrates the wind and rain, echoing in the infinite silence: "I am the fifteenth founder of the kingdom in the new era. This country is called Dahonglian. In the name of eternal hell, in the name of aspiration and holiness, I will protect this pure land and declare it to the whole world..."

That majestic back seemed to be shrouded in endless Buddha light, like a monk suffering in hell, clearly burning with the most violent flames in the world, but his voice was as indifferent and calm as water: "The door to **** has been opened, and the era of the resurrection of the gods must be When the time comes, I sense huge catastrophe at the edge of the Kingdom of God, which is inevitable destruction. However, there will be light looming in the deepest part of hell, and after endless catastrophe, we will eventually reach that piece of pure land."

"Keep in mind the kindness and compassion of human beings, and never get involved in dark things, which will cause the soul to corrupt and the mind to become dusty. The power of the gods is tempting, but relying on this method for eternity can only be close to the gods, but cannot surpass them. It should be noted that human beings fight **** battles For five hundred years, the most powerful weapon has never been combat power, but determination with courage and hope. "

This is an eternal moment. No one in the world can witness it with their own eyes. Their movements are so simple and monotonous, and there is no overwhelming power. However, they contain endless fluctuations of life, as well as the truth and mystery of the universe.

 The movement is so gentle.

 The wrath of the gods finally overcame the tenderness of human nature.

 Their pupils seemed to reflect the annihilated past.

 No wrath.

 The torrent of time and space swept across again, and the fierce thunder light lit up at her fingertips, like the sharpest spear in the world, giving that man the most cruel death!

 A fleeting moment.

 No tyranny.

 Facts have proved that what the master said is true.

 So he calmly struck out with his sword.

To this day, he still remembers that temple shrouded in wind and snow, where many eminent monks lectured for three days and three nights, and the morning bells and evening drums echoed with the mighty Sanskrit sounds. But the final result was that the power of burning the sky in his body lost control again. Even the Buddha statues on the temples were melted down.

 Just like when they were sparring in the yard.

 What else is there to be dissatisfied about?

Long Que lowered his head and glanced at the pierced chest. He felt the woman's hands trembling, and showed a relieved smile: "Actually, at that moment, I suddenly figured it out. The reason why I have been in pain all these years is that I can't remember the past. It was not because I killed you with my own hands, but because you endured so much early on, but I never realized it until the moment you became a stranger."

 Instead, he wiped the ends of her hair and crossed it.

 Burning tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

 No pain.

The scorching arc seemed to have cut off the world. The incomparable light cut off the dark torrent and turned the shadows dancing like demons into charcoal.

 Only the relief and joy of liberation.

 Long Ling just looked at him like this.

For a moment, with the flash of sword light, the world seemed to have bloomed a scorching red lotus, blooming with endless light at the moment of life and death, and the darkness could no longer hide.

The man standing between heaven and earth at this moment calmly glanced at the world in the storm, and said softly: "I once stepped on the top of the mountain, crossed the end of the sea, and arrived at the other side of the pure land. The many karma I created in the past seemed like a dream yesterday. , I finally feel at peace now.”

At this moment, the sun rose in the east, and a gap appeared in the red-hot sky. A beam of compassionate Buddha light fell on the top of the holy mountain, illuminating the two miserable people.

 The sword light was so bright that it fell into Long Ling's eyes.

Most likely, Long Que had already looked down upon his own life and death, and at the last moment of his life, he finally let go of the past. Many years ago, he lost control of his heart because of his too strong numerology. He once traveled alone through the vast snowy wasteland, seeking Buddhist solutions. Confused.

This sword does not have any mighty momentum, but there is no such lonely sword light in the world. It is like the dead leaves falling in the Zen courtyard, burning in the dim sunset.

Boom!

 It is as if the clouds have cleared and the mist has dispersed, and the heavy rain has stopped.

 The realm of eternity dissipates like a mirror, a flower in the water, and the moon.

 Because Longque's sword didn't stab her at all.

"Perhaps when I died with you on the Holy Mountain, I wouldn't have suffered so much. It's a pity that time cannot be turned back and the past cannot be repeated. After all, fate was kind to me and gave me a chance to make a new choice. This time... change I'm staying here."

The master said that he was too murderous and too angry at fate and the world. He was like Shura in hell. Even the Buddha could not save him, and he could only transcend himself.

At the last moment of his life, he finally reached the pinnacle of his life, felt the beauty of the world again, and was able to fulfill his long-cherished wish with his own hands.

 When he finished the last part of his life.

 He raised his right hand and reversed the edge of the sword.

 The eyes of the siblings fell together.

There was a trace of confusion and pain in those angry beautiful eyes.

Longque closed its eyes and disappeared in one step. It passed through the broken realm, as if eight years had passed. The sword of Levadin pierced the air and screamed, carrying endless burning love and hate. Falling towards the woman's chest again.

 Click!

 The hot iron sword penetrated Long Ling's chest.

 Her sword always slipped from the corner of his eye.

It's really not like what Longque can say. This man looks calm and gentle, but in fact he is full of murderous intentions in his heart. But at this moment, he is as calm as a enlightened monk.

 Long Ling was stunned in place.

 He really let it go.

 It has not entered the heart of Longque either.

There was a huge roar in the world, as if the heaven and earth were collapsing.

That was the sound of something disintegrating in Long Ling's body.

Because the birth of the **** was actually destroyed, a cluster of eternal red lotus burned in her body. It seemed small but contained a world, which was the fifteenth kingdom born after the new era, the Great Red Lotus. Infinite hell!

 There was a roaring sound of burning fire inside her body.

 So fierce.

 It's so gentle again.

“I have defeated God once, and I have defeated you once, and I am very satisfied. I don't want to kill you, and I can't kill you, but I won't let you get what you want and destroy our world.”

Long Que gently caressed her beautiful side face, her tall and majestic body was carbonized and cracked inch by inch, but her voice was as soft as before: "That's it, look into the distance, don't cry, don't look back. If you're so stupid, If the rest of us can still wake up, let's go find the place we once dreamed of. Maybe flowers have already bloomed there.”

 His voice was like the sound of a distant tide.

As the sound of the tide faded, his left hand released the hilt of the sword.

 A head of white hair was swaying in the strong wind, and the body fell from the cliff.

 Fingertips brushed against the woman's cheek.

 It seems to have taken away the last trace of warmth.

Long Ling just froze on the spot. The moment she pulled her right hand away from the man's chest, it seemed that a part of her was taken away. Becoming a **** has been her uncontrollable desire and ambition for many years, but at this moment Ruthlessly destroyed.

 She had uncontrollable anger and despair in her heart.

 But so...sad.   There was a boom.

The steel lotus suspended between the sky and the earth was burnt to charcoal. It collapsed and disintegrated inch by inch with a huge sound, and the falling ashes swayed around her.

 Swaying with the red skirt.

The embers fell on the snow-white skin, but they did not bring any warmth.

 “Is this your choice?”

 She closed her eyes and fell down to the sky.

The dark torrent of the Holy Mountain has been evaporated, and the resurrected demons have been burned to ashes. Only the simple and majestic bronze palace stands in the ruins.

 Like ancient murals, immortal after thousands of years.

Accompanied by the Buddha's light falling from the sky and the ashes swaying in the strong wind, Lu Fuji finally climbed up the steps and caught the fallen man.

 It is clearly so tall and majestic, but at this moment it is as light as a fallen leaf.

"What did I say before? You can't survive alone in this world. After all, you have to have someone to pick up the body for you. Let's talk about the funeral as soon as possible. I'll listen." Lu Fuji's voice was slightly hoarse. His expression looked so calm, just a little depressed.

No.

　　It's too depressing.

 It's so depressing that it makes you want to go crazy.

In fact, when faced with the separation of life and death, he did not feel a strong heart-breaking feeling, just like when he learned the news of his parents' death. He just felt empty for a moment, and he couldn't say how sad and sad he was. He was as calm as a loss. The puppet man who knows his heart.

 He doesn't like this atmosphere.

very tired.

 It's very painful.

Still waiting for the last words.

 What a hassle. It would be better to go home and sleep.

 But he had to come.

If the deer never comes, there will be no one in the world to collect his carcass.

 “In the end, it seemed like it caused you trouble?”

Long Que was still breathing, but he no longer had the strength to open his eyes again, but he knew who he was leaning on just by the sound of his voice. He grinned slightly and showed a tragic smile: "How was my last moment? Yes. Don't you think it's very majestic?”

Lu Buer knelt down on the ground and raised his head so that he could breathe easier: "Well, it's great, I'm so jealous."

 “It doesn't matter, you will become stronger in the future.”

 “Of course, this is what it should be.”

 “I interrupted her ceremony to become a god.”

 “Well, good job.”

“Her memory will also be fragmented.”

"Um?"

"I mean, she could have figured out that you were the one she was looking for. But I shattered her memory and it was hard for her to think of you anymore."

Lu Buer's heart moved slightly. It turned out that until this moment, this guy was still thinking about his safety: "I don't care, just let her come to me. Maybe I will be invincible by then."

 Longque snorted.

 “That's right, you are better than we were back then.”

The Buddha's light fell on this man's face. He was so calm and relieved, and said softly: "Listen to me now, a new era is about to begin. This is the most powerful threat that mankind has ever faced... The Creation Mother's Nest The **** he gave birth to is the most powerful one, higher than the four gods. Only the **** tree...is on the same level as him."

He paused: "The moment I was promoted, I figured out a lot of secrets, but I couldn't convey them to you. Your rank was not high enough. Even if I said...you couldn't hear me. Remember I warned you before. Then grow up slowly. There are still some secrets hidden in this holy mountain. My last strength will protect you and explore it all."

This man will always be like this.

 I am almost dead.

 Still thinking about other people's affairs.

"knew."

Lu Fuji said softly: "Aren't you tired from worrying so much?"

 “Tired, but I can rest now.”

Long Que chuckled and said, "Thank you."

　　Shika Fuji was stunned for a moment.

"Actually, to me, you are not a comrade-in-arms, nor a friend, nor a family member. You have a more important meaning. You are the longing for both of us back then, and you are what we couldn't ask for."

Longque closed her eyes, but she seemed to be able to see the smile in his eyes: "You are a person who has endured a lot of hardships. Perhaps even I can't imagine those hardships. But you survived, which is a good thing. This world There is a flower on the ground that takes ninety-nine years of wind and rain to bloom. The more difficult the process, the more beautiful it will be when it finally blooms. This world can be cruel, but it can also have many beautiful scenery that are worth visiting. Seek and witness.”

His voice became weaker and weaker: "You were not born to be invisible to everyone. You want the world to hear your voice. You are destined to shine..."

 It was almost inaudible in the wind.

This is Longque, it is still so verbose even when it is about to die.

 There was nothing about him in his last words.

 If I had known earlier, it would be better not to come.

 Lu Fuji said nothing.

 I just feel like my heart is blocked by mud.

 Sinking little by little.

 Falling down little by little.

  I can no longer feel my breathing and heartbeat.

Lu Fuji realized that something was about to happen. He silently took out the lighter, stuffed it into his hand, and said calmly: "Your gift."

 He raised his head and breathed hard.

 It seems like I want to **** all the sadness in the world into my lungs.

 Longque seemed to have figured out what that thing was.

 He showed his last relieved smile.

 “You don't have to endure my second-hand smoke anymore.”

He gently raised his hand, and his fingertips penetrated the bright Buddha light and touched the falling tears: "Go, don't cry, don't look back, let alone lose. The ends of the world, the green shade and flower fields, we have never found it. place to arrive on our behalf.”

 (End of this chapter)

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