At that time, even if the contract was terminated, he didn't have a mental breakdown, because he felt that this was Wuxuan, Wuxuan was so committed and kind. the meaning of.
His eyes were always smiling and cold, as if he was waiting for him to collapse, and took the initiative to hand over the control of his body to him.
If it was someone else, he would naturally not do such a stupid thing, but it was Wuxuan, so he really surrendered himself.
Now that he thinks about it carefully, all of this is like a Wuxuan trap, he looked up in horror.
Under the moonlight, Wu Xuan straightened his waist, his frosty white monk's robe fluttered in the wind, one eye was dark like persuasion, and the other blood red like judgment.
Like the most merciful god, and like the harshest ghost.
He rolled his eyes and revealed a gentle smile.
"Yes, we met for the first time, I have already thought about where you will be buried."
Haotian was intimidated by his momentum, shaking like a sieve, and was speechless for a while.
How could he have expected that this Buddha, who is praised by the world, is actually such a vicious snake and scorpion. He was designed, deceived, and seduced by him step by step, but he didn't even notice it.
He jumped down willingly, and he didn't force him once.
He never thought of letting him live in the first place.
His scalp was numb, and only then did he realize that he had fallen into a trap, and he broke down and shouted: "You evil ghost."
Wuxuan chuckled lightly: "Haotian, I have given you many opportunities."
Haotian was startled.
"Every step in this, as long as you are willing to stop, you will not fall to where you are today."
"Look, I could kill you at the beginning, but I'm still trying to persuade you, because you don't want to."
Haotian was so trembling that he couldn't speak, so he could only cry and beg.
Fozi finally dug the hole, he threw away the shovel, patted the soil on his palm, and looked at him happily: "Let's build the Spirit Gathering Formation."
Haotian wailed heart-piercingly, but he couldn't move at all, he could only watch helplessly as Wuxuan came over, grabbed one of his legs, and easily dragged him to the pit, and then threw him. He fell into the pit like a rag doll.
Haotian's wailing was covered by the sound of birds, and he kept rolling in pain, but he couldn't break free from the restraint at all, he could only watch helplessly as his spiritual power was drawn, his eyes were bloodshot with despair.
Wu Xuan looked at him condescendingly, and asked softly: "Do you know why you want to help you successfully cross the catastrophe?"
Haotian looked at him brokenly.
The Buddha in white clothes is gentle and elegant: "Because you succeeded in crossing the catastrophe, the spiritual power in your body is stronger, and the formation can last longer. You feel very happy to help the people, right?"
These words made Haotian's hair stand on end, and the endless pain was even more suffocating. He cried, "Kill me, please kill me."
Fozi's dark and blood-red eyes were full of compassion, and he said softly, "I don't kill."
Haotian was stunned, and let out a desperate roar and roar.
Then he saw piles of dirt pouring onto his face and body, and soon he couldn't see anything clearly, and fell into an endless abyss.
The moon broke through the clouds, and the dense forest became bright.
The white-clothed monk stood on the new tomb with a calm and gentle face. The breeze lifted his hem, making hunting sounds.
He clasped his hands together, clasped the bodhi beads in his hands, looked at the Haotian below, and bowed his head and muttered softly.
"My little monk blesses you with immortality and immortality, until the day when your spiritual power is exhausted."
Dao after wave of golden light overflowed from the bodhi bead, penetrated into the soil, and soon bursts of roars came out.
Wuxuan smiled softly: "My little monk made a promise, since I signed the contract, I will naturally protect your life."
Then he looked into the distance, in his pitch-black and blood-red eyes, half was the world of mortals and half was new graves, the Buddha-nature was like a god, but also reckless like a demon.
A large piece of thin red flowers suddenly bloomed on the edge of the new tomb, swaying gently in the moonlight, strange and delicate.
Wuxuan's frost-white monk robe seemed to be dyed red by these flowers, revealing a subtle blood color.
He picks up flowers at random, and discards them casually.
chuckle.
"Everyone is good, no one lies to deceive me."