: Chapter 64

Maha stood on the wilderness, and the wind blew through. He felt that his ears must be wrong.
No, if it’s not me, it’s someone else.
Maha walked in front of Galuro, and looked down, leaning on the dull face of his brother, and kicked him with his toes for a while: "What's wrong with you?"
Galuro leaned back, but it was basically a useless symbolic evasion, "Nothing."
"What's wrong?"
"Boring."
King Peacock Ming's patience has always been limited, which is the same as the gods of heaven and Taoism who believe in "whoever does not convert to me". After asking twice, no answer has already approached his critical point, and Maha narrowed his eyes dangerously. If this is not his compatriot, he can’t really be his real brother, it should have slipped into the esophagus of King Peacock. Too.
"What's the matter?!"
"..." Galuro looked up at Maha, and after a while, he was not surprised. "It's just boring. I can't repair it and I can't do it anymore. If I do it again, it's the same thing; our family has never been complete, father and mother." You might die in a colorless sky, and you are..."
Galou Luoton lived.
Maha and his brother looked at each other for a moment and lifted their feet expressionlessly.
"Bang!" With a loud noise, Galuro was kicked down as a chest, and he fell into a broken mountain face without expression.
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There is no universe in the gate of Divine Realm, there are no signposts and no borders, surrounded by unpredictable light and broken color blocks, and it is so distracting over time that you can’t even tell whether you are moving forward or backward. .
Zhou Hui stood on his feet, took a sigh of relief on his knees, got up and looked around to rebirth back to the 1980s.
A few seconds later, the tyrannical factor belonging to Warcraft in his blood broke out, anger swept across his brain, and suddenly raised his knife and cut it into the void!
--boom!
The majestic power poured out and rolled the illusion into thousands of pieces!
The debris rolled up like a blizzard that fell from the sky, and then went away with the gust of wind. The surrounding scene finally turned into a white and golden world, not far away was a Buddhist hall, cigarettes curled with sandalwood.
Zhou Hui's eyes flashed sneer. At that moment, his deep eyebrows and the slightly ticked corners of his mouth made the handsome, blood-stained face even more murderous.
He strode toward the Buddha Hall. As the footsteps approached, the Buddha Hall became higher and bigger and bigger and bigger, and even had a kind of horror about to be dumped. However, Zhou Hui had no fear on his face, and raised his hand and held the knife boldly Hack!
The door of the Buddhist temple burst and the large white jade wall collapsed!
"Pseudo Buddha!" ​​Zhou Hui stepped into the golden brick floor of the Buddhist hall, and the sole of the boot stained with flesh and blood left a suddenly cracked footprint on the ground:
"Don't shrink! Get out and die!"
Suddenly, Zhou Hui's eyes flashed in surprise.
I saw not far away under the rosettes of the Buddhas, on the blue futon, there was a wet and fluffy golden-red bird rolling in pain, long feathers and tail feathers dragging from the futon to the ground, glowing with gorgeous light.
"Feng..." Zhou Hui said, "Phoenix?!"
Little Phoenix didn't even have feathers, and after a moment of rolling, a sharp and painful cry suddenly sounded, and the wings covered with young hair suddenly opened. Immediately after it changed shape, the light burst and the bones elongated, and turned into a child of five or six years old!
The child's complexion had a white color that was not visible in the first day of life. His sweaty black hair was attached to the cheek, and his complexion was almost white. He was naked, sitting blankly on the futon, and for a long moment he shivered slightly and extended his hand to Zhou Hui: "Ah...ah..."
Zhou Hui gasped in disbelief. Just a moment later, he walked past him, walked straight to the front of Little Phoenix, wrapped the little Phoenix around him with a white cloth, and then picked him up easily. .
Zhou Hui's pupils contracted sharply.
I saw Little Phoenix's and white eyes with clear and clear eyes looking at the person holding him. It seemed a little puzzled. He tilted his head a little, and the little pink lips spit a bubble: "...?"
"Hello, Ahuang." The man smiled: "My name is Shakya."
Shakya!
Zhou Hui's face changed drastically, and he didn't hesitate anymore. He rushed forward to grab Little Phoenix on the spot, and the other hand cut the Shakya's head with a knife!
However, the blade emptied the next second, and he suddenly stopped an inch before his arm.
Neither Little Phoenix nor Shakyah have any entity, Zhou Hui finally realized that he was watching an illusion!
Shakya kissed on the tender brow of Little Phoenix, his expression full of compassion.
If it were not for the heinous conspiracies and calculations that he had for thousands of years later, just looking at the present scene, no one would think that there was a real evil face behind his loving face.
"I'll take care of you from now on," Shakya rubbed Xiao Fenghuang's hair, and then walked out of the hall with him holding him, passing by Zhou Hui, and walked out into the blank world of white gold outside.
Zhou Hui stood at the same place, his whole body perception was adjusted to the highest level, and he held the knife handle vigilantly and looked around. Soon there was another movement at the entrance of the Buddha Hall, and Shakya appeared again. This time the little phoenix holding it seemed to have grown up a little bit. [Overview] Red tide.
Zhou Hui watched Little Phoenix follow her step by step and follow Shakya. He wore a snow-white small cassock, and his face was immature, and his hair was soft and dense. He wore a string of pure blue glass beads on his chest-that was when he was an adult. On the wrist, but now his hands are too small and the beads are too long, which is more than enough to wrap around the small neck.
Shakya walked over to the futon and motioned Little Phoenix to kneel on it.
Little Phoenix, as an archaic bird, is a real heaven and earth compound, and its jade fetus is older than Xumi Mountain. Obviously, instinctively, there is no consciousness of kneeling. But his trust in Sakyamuni has been deep-rooted since he remembered, and he struggled to kneel on the futon after struggling for a while.
Sakyam then handed him three incense sticks and said, "Upper incense."
Little Phoenix was obedient and turned around and asked, "Shi... Shakya."
"Ok?"
"Alohan said that I was transformed by the spirit of heaven and earth, unrestrained, transcendent status, no need to kneel any gods, is it... is this?"
For a moment, Shakya said silently, "That's not the case."
Little Phoenix showed doubts, and Shakya touched his tender face and asked, "Do you believe in Arhat, or do you believe in me?"
"...I, I believe you."
Sakya laughed: "Yes, you just believe me."
Little Phoenix finally ignorantly finished the incense, and was shaken by Shakya holding a small hand.
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Zhou Hui was standing in amazement, witnessing the phantom of this parallel world and reality, watching Little Phoenix come to incense to worship Buddha every day, and grow up every day.
He walked past Zhou Hui every time he appeared, but he was ignorant and unaware that his lover was watching him in the sky with great complexity. Only once did he suddenly stop, and it seemed to Zhou Hui who was a little puzzled that his eyes were thrown into the air with fine dust floating, and his long and delicate eyes seemed to contain a pure water.
Zhou Hui couldn't help it any longer, reaching out a large hand stained with dried blood and dust, and gently stroking his young, white face.
However, the next second, Shakyar's voice rang from the door of the temple, with a smile: "Ahuang!"
Little Phoenix broke away from Zhou Hui's hand and ran happily towards Shakya.
The delicate touch at that moment seemed to remain in the hand, but the temperature had gone away. Zhou Hui looked at Little Phoenix's back, and a sudden loss of heart flew across his heart.
He leaned on the tip of the knife and stood there, as if watching a movie fast-forward, the time in the void passed by day by day.
In a blink of an eye, the little phoenix grew up, his hair was bundled up, and the glazed beads moved from his neck to his wrist; the teenager became silent every day in the isolation of the crowd, and looked straight ahead, the side face with perfect lines and unparalleled Has a cold and indifferent atmosphere.
He knocked on the glacier step by step, and made a big wish to the of heaven to pray for Shakya to become a Buddha; he raised □ □ to go into the distance, without looking back and drawing bones and arrows, when the Buddha's light enveloped the west sky, he looked up and appeared for hundreds of years. Here comes the first unabashed, scarred and happy smile.
Zhou Hui walked through the flowers, almost re-reading Phoenix's memory. The bitter water that had been swallowed in his stomach seemed to be ruminated back, making him bitter and numb from the base of the tongue to the limbs.
Eventually, at the scene where he was least willing to remember, the Phoenix Bodhi Tree knelt down for thousands of years, and finally stepped into the door of the Buddha Hall again, and saw Shakya coming down from the rosette.
"No... don't leave me, I don't want to be alone..." Little Phoenix fell on the ground and almost collapsed: "Please don't leave me alone..."
Zhou Hui, don't overdo it, pant violently, and the nails plunge deep into the palm of your heart to rebirth the entertainment writer.
The next moment he heard Sakyamuni saying: "Do you want to be with me?"
Little Phoenix was full of tears in his face. There was a kind of fragile crystal flake in the morning light, and he nodded chokingly.
Suddenly a faint smile appeared on Shakya's face, and he looked straight up into the direction of Zhou Hui in the void, his eyes like a viper.
Zhou Hui grimaced, only listening to Shakya pointing at him, saying: "There is a demon over there, you can kill him and you will be with me."
Zhou Hui's pupils contracted and suddenly pulled out the knife!
However, Little Phoenix raised his head as if he had seen such a person in the Buddhist hall for the first time in tens of thousands of years, but his expression was numb as a puppet, raising his hand to Zhou Hui.
Zhou Hui had a bad heart, but this time it was really unavoidable. I saw a golden fire suddenly emerged from the fingertips of Little Phoenix, and howling suddenly!
"Phoenix!" Zhou Hui roared wildly: "Don't come, Phoenix--!"
The fire blasted into a giant fire dragon, flooding the world and surrounding Zhou Hui!
It was not a fire without physical reality in the illusion. It was really a fiery fire that contained the spirit of heaven and earth. Once the golden brick and jade wall touched it, it instantly turned into water, and it was evaporated in a blink of an eye.
Zhou Hui violently waved his knife, but his hand was light
I saw his blade swing halfway out, the blade melted into molten iron, and it disappeared in an instant!
Zhou Hui suddenly stopped breathing, and saw a thin young figure in the golden fire, and then Phoenix's expressionless face appeared in front of him.
At that moment, Zhou Hui couldn't even feel the burning pain of his body. In his sight, only Phoenix's immature and cold face, and his dagger held high by his white fingers.
"Goodbye-" Sakyla coldly said outside the fire, "A monster other than cause and effect."
However, immediately afterwards, Shakya's face changed slightly.
I saw the middle of the fire, and the little Phoenix dagger waved down, facing the heart of Zhou Hui--
The blood burst suddenly in the next second.
Zhou Hui was stunned, but the expected severe pain did not come. His dark eyes reflected that the other hand grabbed the tip of the knife at the occasion of a sudden blow.
"..." Zhou Hui turned back, this movement was so difficult that his neck had a sense of stagnation that moved inch by inch:
"Phoenix...?"
Chu He appeared behind him, the face of adult Phoenix dried up and blood stained, and gasped slightly to look at Zhou Hui.
At that moment, Zhou Hui felt an indescribable emotion flashed under his eyes, which seemed to be a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and indescribable attachment and pain.
But that's only one thousandth of a second.
Chu He let go of the dagger and grabbed the little phoenix's throat with that palm. The whole person rushed forward, slamming the big phoenix against the cracked wall!
It was simply the most weird and absurd scene in the history of nine days and ten places. The golden flames in the sky formed the magnificent and magnificent background of this picture. Above the flames of war on the earth, the phoenix and each other looked at each other in their youth. A silent time for thousands of years.
"Farewell..." Chu He said hoarsely.
His fingers slammed with force, and the ganglion cracked and snapped, and Little Phoenix's neck fell down weakly.