Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Chapter 515 The days of being a pendant for the holy monk 36

Yun Chen was stunned for a long time, then suddenly swayed.

Before he could raise his hand to press his heart, a mouthful of blood spurted out and he fell to the ground: "Master... why are you so cruel..."

The moon-chasing sword flashed with light, trying to lift Yun Chen up.

He Shichen was already one step ahead of him, picking up Yun Chen and letting him lie in his arms.

He Shichen: "I'm late, don't be afraid..."

Yun Chen raised his hand, grasped He Shichen's monk sleeve, and shed tears in his eyes: "I'm not the same... just as cruel... Shi Chen, I'm sorry, you forgot me... forgot me."

This intermittent voice was so weak that He Shichen's heart tightened and he couldn't breathe in pain: "Yun Chen, I will save you, I can save you."

Yun Chen acted as if he didn't hear it and smiled bitterly. Thinking of his loneliness for thousands of years, tears couldn't stop falling: "No... you can't forget it. How could you forget..."

Yun Chen knew clearly that he was going to die.

If he had never seen his master die in front of him, he might have used various methods, either forcing or coaxing, to let the monk continue to live.

But now, how can he bear it...

Yun Chen gripped his monk's sleeves tighter and used his last strength to say: "Monk, if you are emotional, the Buddha's bones have long since lost their effectiveness... But I still want you to use your heart and soul to save me. , are you willing?"

He Shichen no longer had the Buddha's bones.

Saving him with all your heart and soul is better said than sacrificing him.

Yun Chen held him tightly, blood oozing from his fingertips: "Are you willing, or not..."

He Shichen's lips moved, his blood surged, but he couldn't answer a single word.

But He Shichen didn't answer, so Yun Chen took his last breath.

Finally, he was trembling with pain, and his fingers were so convulsed that he could no longer hold the monk's sleeve.

He Shichen's heart ached to the extreme, and he held his hand tightly, crying every word: "I do. Yun Chen, I am willing to do anything for you."

After getting the answer, the man in his arms chuckled, closed his eyes in relief, and lost his breath.

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Xu Jiang and Mu Feiyi came over and took away Ling Yunchen's body.

He Shichen went back to Wenmin Temple to say goodbye to his master.

Master Taixi stood in the Buddhist hall and said, "Why don't you come in?"

He Shichen: "Guilty."

Buddha bones are sacred objects of Buddhism, and if they disappear from his body, he is naturally guilty.

Master Tai Xi sighed: "I asked you if you were determined to practice Buddhism. How did you answer?"

He Shichen: "Yes."

Master Tai Xi: "Since you have determined to cultivate Buddhism, wavering is not wavering, but a thoroughfare."

He Shichen raised his head and looked at his master blankly.

Master Tai Xi: "Buddha's bones were originally born from the demon sword. You are willing to cross him, but you are entangled in whether your heart should be towards the Buddha or towards him, and you have all kinds of obsessions out of thin air... Guanchen, give it a try and see if you can Can you still come into the Buddhist temple?"

Hearing this, He Shichen approached the Buddhist temple, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

He Shichen: "Master..."

Master Tai Xi understood, clasped his hands and said, "This is not your Buddhist temple, go where you should go."

He Shichen returned to the Demon Realm and stood in front of the Buddhist temple built for him by Yun Chen.

This was Yun Chen's return gift to him.

He Shichen stood in a daze for a long time before raising his feet and stepping into the threshold.

This time, He Shichen did not encounter any obstruction.

The Buddha statue in the Main Hall lowered its eyes to look at him. Unlike the indifference of the Buddha in the Wenmei Temple, there was compassion and pity in his eyes.

When my heart is toward him, it is toward Buddha.

He Shichen understood and smiled lightly. When tears fell, the Buddha statue above his head also shed tears.

He knelt down at the foot of the Buddha statue, picked up the dagger and stabbed it into the heart without hesitation.

The monk without the Buddha's bones fell into a pool of blood, his breath soon stopped, and he would never wake up again.