Chapter 37: The Art of Shared Soul

　　 In the air.
　　The dense golden Buddha culture is a golden lotus, covering two women, one large and one small.
　　 Su Yuren took Gu Xiaoya's hand, looking at the monk outside Jinlian, and sighed softly: "It's been a thousand years, Brother Ziza, let me go."
　　 The monk smiled and said: "I never force myself, so how can I let it go."
　　 Su Yuren’s eyes are complicated, and he said: "But you... have been forcing me..."
　　 The monk looked sad, and said: "I am just keeping the vow I once said, Yuer, anyone can die, but you can't."
　　 "You, only this life..."
　　"..."
　　Su Yuren said softly: "What about you, without the next life, only this life is left."
　　 The monk smiled as openly as when he was a child, and said gently: "I'm fine, as long as you are well, I will die without regret."
　　 Su Yuren shook his head lightly, unwilling to do so.
　　 The monk spoke again, saying: "My time is running out, Yu'er, I'm sorry, let me force you one last time."
　　 "Sleep..."
　　 The words fell, and the Buddha sounded.
　　 The souls of Su Yuren and Gu Xiaoya trembled slightly, and slowly closed their eyes
　　 "Ziya... Brother..."
　　 "Uncle..."
　　"..."
　　The golden Buddhist text and light emerged, and the souls of the two women began to merge.
　　 See here.
　　 Gu Xiu took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "You said that I am unknowable. In that case, maybe I can save her."
　　Buddha sound keeps on.
　　 The monk closed his eyes and said: "He Xintong told the little monk that the donor can't save him now. For the little monk, the donor is here at the moment, and he is helping the little monk to save people."
　　 Gu Xiu resisted his anger and said, "So, how do you want to save it now?"
The monk said: "The little monk wanted to exchange their soul fate with the help of the soul crossing technique. However, the birth date is not compatible, only the age is compatible, and the soul transfer technique is very reluctant. Fortunately, the donor is present, and there is a slight change in the uncertainties. Let this technique succeed."
　　 "It's just that success is a donor, and failure is a donor."
　　 "Now that the art of crossing souls has been interrupted by the donor, the little monk can only use this last bit of time, the last bit of power, to use the art of total soul."
　　 "Once the art of sharing souls is completed, their souls and fate will merge into one."
　　 "Yu'er's fate is a fate of a beauty, and he can't live beyond 28."
　　 "The little monk tried his best, with the help of the white lotus throne, to forcefully leave Yu'er's soul and flesh body until now this thousand years later."
　　"..."
　　 Gu Xiu's expression changed, and he said, "If the fate is merged, Xiaoya will become ill-fated and will not live to be sixteen?"
　　 The monk nodded slightly and said: "Yes, the donor is an unknown person. The little monk is powerless now. In this way, the little monk can only put the last and only hope on the donor."
　　 "Before February 8th, the donor must change his fate for both of them. If not, Yuer will die, and the little donor will die."
　　 "The art of sharing souls, although not living together, but dying together."
　　 "This is a plea and also a coercion."
　　 "If the donor hates, hate the little monk. From beginning to end, Yuer was forced by the little monk."
　　"..."
　　 Gu Xiu clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "How to change my life?"
　　 The monk paused and said: "Little monk...I don't know..."
　　You step on a horse...
　　 Gu Xiu closed his eyes and calmed his mind.
The monk said: "With the art of sharing souls, the donor can no longer stop the little monk. In return, this Buddhist monk's supreme treasure white lotus throne was given to the donor. The little monk has already made an oath in it. After the donor changes his life, the white lotus throne will be released. , Used by the donor."
　　 Talking.
　　 On the white lotus throne, Su Yuren’s flesh disappeared, leaving nothing behind.
　　 Eighteen Buddha beads fell into the white lotus throne and turned into eighteen white lotus seeds.
　　 Then, the white lotus throne shrank, the lotus leaves closed, and finally came to Gu Xiu, floating.
　　 "I don't lack your reward."
　　 Gu Xiu opened his eyes and said, "I can get this thing without you."
　　 The monk said: "The throne is alive. If I die, the throne will return to the Pure Land. There is no way to find it. The donor can't get it. Now the little monk has made an oath that the throne will not leave and can be taken away by the donor."
　　 "The little monk has no future and this life, and has nothing. I hope the donor will forgive me."
　　"..."
　　 Gu Xiu looked at the white lotus throne and reached out to catch it.
　　 [A bug is triggered, is it forced to bind? 】
　　Binding.
　　 The white lotus throne dissipated and appeared on the back of Gu Xiu's hand, turning into a simple lotus mark.
　　 is just bound, but still can’t be used. I can’t see the specific effect of the white lotus throne.
　　 Obviously, this is because of the monk's oath seal.
　　 "The donor is an extraordinary person."
　　 Seeing this, the monk let go of his heart, and said: "So, good, good."
　　 Gu Xiu let out a sigh of relief, and said calmly: "Monk, I really want to kill you thousands of times. Even so, I won't get rid of my hatred."
　　The fusion of soul and fate is completed.
　　 The monk laughed, raised his hand to support the two women's combined soul, came to Gu Xiaoya's body, knelt on the ground, and gently put the soul in.
　　 Gu Xiu stood aside, and while putting away the Golem doll, he watched this scene helplessly.
　　The soul returns to the body.
　　 The monk's eyes were gentle, and he stroked it down, but his palm passed through Gu Xiaoya's cheek.
　　 After regaining consciousness, the monk smiled freely and said: "Will the donor want to listen to the little monk telling a story that is somewhat old?"
　　 Gu Xiu picked up Gu Xiaoya, without words.
　　 The monk didn't care, he knelt on the ground, raised his head slightly, his gaze always fell on Gu Xiaoya's face, and slowly began to speak.
　　 "Thousands of years ago, there were two children in a small mountain village..."
　　"..."
for a long time.
　　 The silence in the hall was restored.
　　 Without the sound of Buddha, without the light of Buddha, there was a dead silence.
　　Monk, it’s gone.
　　 After telling the story, the monk's soul disappeared.
　　 The monk who has lost the next life, has completely disappeared from this world, and reduced to being in memory.
　　 The only thing left is the deep bow that he knelt in front of Gu Xiu before dissipating, and the last sentence: "Yuer...please beg the benefactor..."
　　 This sentence is full of plea for returning to the original intention, plea for nothing.
　　 As for that story...
　　 Gu Xiu recovered, came to the monk’s headless body and touched it.
next moment.
　　 The body also dissipated, leaving only a dark red robe and a golden relic in place.
　　The treasure chest emerged.
　　 The system prompt sounded.
Gu Xiu is not in the mood to pay attention to this now. After triggering the bug, he will get the golden rare buff, kick open the treasure chest at will, put away the golden skill book inside, the dark red robe and the relic on the side, and then hug Gu Xiao who is still sleeping. Ya, left the hall.
　　 The Art of Shared Soul...
　　 Before I turn sixteen, I must change my fate...
　　 There are still four years to go.
　　 Four years...
　　 Gu Xiu looked at the little girl in his arms, her eyes firmed down.
　　 The little girl’s previous soul state muttered to herself~EbookFREE.me~ The monk conveyed to him before he died.
　　 This made him suddenly understand that Gu Xiaoya is not ignorant.
in contrast.
　　 The little girl cares about him very much.
　　 As for the bad heart...
　　 Gu Xiu walked out of the mausoleum, ignoring the dungeon entrance that disappeared behind him, opened the Thousand Chance Umbrella, and quietly looked at the rain curtain in front of him. He was speechless for a long time without moving.
　　 There is too much helplessness in the world.
　　 Whether it is the original world or the current world, whether it is the monk or him, it is very helpless.
　　 But this time, he will never sit back and wait for death.
　　 It’s just that even the monk can’t save Su Yuren, how can he save Xiaoya...
　　 You must know that although the monk is hateful, the other party is a stronger existence than a Buddha.
　　Buddha, the supreme title of Buddhism.
　　 The only one in the world.
　　 Under the dim sky, the wind was a bit cool, and the rain was as eager as ever.
　　 "Let me down."
　　In her arms, Gu Xiaoya woke up suddenly, opened her eyes, opened her mouth, her voice was soft, and said, "I can go by myself."
　　 lowered his head, Gu Xiu looked at the little girl, no, he looked at Su Yuren with complicated eyes.
　　 This woman will share the same body with Gu Xiaoya from now on.
　　 The Art of Shared Soul...
　　 Maybe you don’t need to change your fate, you just need to dispel the art of communism to solve this problem.
　　 As for the life and death of Su Yuren, he never cared.
　　 A stranger... robber only...
　　 If it weren't for a shared soul, he would never hesitate to let the square gods be wiped out immediately, and there would be no place to bury him.
Ah.
　　Monk.
　　Since you are dead, let her pay for something...