And to a master of real swordsmanship who knows how to think and is still a fool, what can a gentleman say?
Of course I forgive him.
If the real sword master hadn't used fire in a confused way to forge his soul and make himself more resistant to beatings and heat, the gentleman's current condition might be even worse.
It's hard to protect Zhang Youde.
Not to mention putting up a layer of soul defense to help the real sword master isolate the white phosphorus flame.
It can only be said that the three of them are now grasshoppers on a rope... I am basically completely disabled, Zhang Youde is completely disabled, and the real sword master has lost his arm and is half disabled. The three brothers and sisters still have to help each other.
Tell the truth!
Neither Zhang Youde nor the gentleman would have ever thought of such a strange situation.
Reason!
In the beginning, in their eyes, the real sword master was just a nosy bitch and a big bald ass.
Not to mention dislike, but also because I don’t want to have anything to do with him.
But now, the real sword master saved them several times with his reckless energy.
Things are unpredictable——
The master of the real sword is also an old man. After a brief moment of confusion, his eyes became sharp again, and he knew that the people of the Black Heart Demon Clan had no intention of letting him go easily.
In the white phosphorus flame, Master Zhen Dao held the relic in the palm of his single arm, and clenched the handle of Wuhua Jie Dao with his teeth, and pressed his body as low as possible, bending his waist to the limit.
The whole thing is like a black cat crawling in the fire. It has curled up its body to the smallest size, using the flames and poisonous smoke to cover it, quickly passing through the flames, looking for a place to hide.
Master Zhen Dao's goal is very clear now. The only thing he has to do now is not to cause trouble to Buddhism.
This time, because of his obsession and recklessness, he really messed up the Buddhist plan.
There were even zombies popping up, which was really outrageous.
actually!
Master Zhendao was originally a Buddhist secret soldier hiding in the dark. His duty was also to secretly observe the specific movements of the Black Heart Demon clan members to ensure that there were not a large number of uncontrollable factors that would disrupt the Buddhist plan.
They are equivalent to scouts and secret guards.
Then... I met the Buddhist disciples, and then they entered the Black Heart City with one sword and one sword at a time, exposing the Buddhist sect in advance!
To alert the snake!
This is a serious dereliction of duty! It is no exaggeration to say that he is a pig teammate.
Although no one in Buddhism would blame themselves for anything.
Buddha - when traced to its origin, it turns out that one is an enlightened person, that is, a person who has reached the highest peak of immortality, has an insight into the world of mortals, and has great wisdom.
In short: Buddha is an ascetic with great wisdom.
And most of the Buddhas who can achieve the status of Bodhisattva and Master are not small-minded or narrow-minded people.
If you really want to find fault, even the Bodhisattva masters will not be able to tolerate it.
Master Zhendao also believes that Bodhisattva and others will understand his difficulties.
after all!
Buddhas all have their own persistence and their own path. This is the process of honing your own Buddhist heart!
You know you can't do something, but you have to do it!
Otherwise, if the mind is blocked, the path to Buddhism will be cut off.
In the World of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the emphasis is on a flower blooming in the midst of suffering, and the other shore in the midst of deeds——
And Taoism and Confucianism would not easily rebuke him, destroying the harmony of the three realms.
Everyone is on the right path, but being too harsh will only make you fall into the inferior category and lose the face of transcending the world.
Instead of dwelling on past mistakes, it is better to make amends as soon as possible and find ways to get everything back on track again.
but!
A mistake is a mistake, a dereliction of duty is a dereliction of duty. Others can forgive themselves, but the real sword master himself cannot pass his own test.
If he died on the battlefield, he would have deserved it.
But now that we are still alive, we can’t waste everyone’s kindness...
But even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will later choose to go to the Buddhist world to endure hardships on the Rock of Discipline, where he will punish himself for hundreds of years. He will be punished by being crowned with the Buddha's ultimatum every day, being cut into pieces with thousands of knives, and being exposed to the sun in order to block this.
A lot of talk.
Although Master Zhendao is a bit more straightforward, he also knows deeply from his experience in the Buddhist world that the tolerance of others is not an excuse for him to evade responsibility.
What should be yours is still yours after all.
Everything has a cause and effect.
"Amitabha!"
The real sword master crouched, leaning on the few remaining ruins along the way, and continued to minimize his sense of existence.
He quickly left the hardest-hit area where the flames were rising, but he couldn't completely leave the flame area. He still needed to hide himself in the flames.
The surveillance system in Black Heart City is already very complete, with invisible cameras, infrared thermal body sensors, wide-area radars... almost every blind spot should be able to be monitored. Now it is unsafe outside the flame area.
If another white phosphorus missile fires, it will really kill you.
Everything was in vain.
Immediately... Master Zhendao carefully placed the relic close to his body, with a firm gaze, he lay down at the very edge of the flame area, and used one arm to pull the flame soil underground.
Slowly digging out a pit that was barely big enough to accommodate one person, no matter how bad the environment in the pit was, or how the thick smoke flowing into the pit could choke someone to death, the real sword master jumped in without saying a word.
He also buried himself with soil.
It's like committing suicide, burying yourself in the ground after a disagreement.
If it weren't for the soul membrane propped up by a gentleman and such a reckless digging method, the master of real swordsmanship would have killed himself.
Digging a pit is also a technical job. Food, air circulation, comfort, area, water source, geological conditions... these all need to be paid attention to.
Otherwise, you will really bury yourself alive.
but!
The most gratifying thing for a gentleman is that Master Zhendao, such a reckless young man, is finally willing to stay in peace for a while.
It's not easy...
The Master of the True Sword is now curled up in a pit, having lost an arm. The wound is bleeding profusely, the muscles are rolled, and the broken bones are exposed. There is no trace of Buddhist power left in his body. His physical strength is severely exhausted, and he is basically semi-disabled.
Now it is necessary to bandage and stop bleeding. Fortunately, the healing pills and medicines distributed by Buddhism, gauze, white cotton and bandages for wrapping... are all available. The logistics are pretty good, so the master of the real sword will not be disappointed because he does not have it.
He died from taking medicine.
Now even if Master Zhendao wants to go out and do some recklessness, he doesn't have the conditions.
Now... a gentleman doesn't have to worry about the real sword master suddenly killing himself and being buried with Zhang Youde.
After settling down with the real sword master, the gentleman looked worriedly at Zhang Youde, who had a broken smile on his face in his soul.
His eyes were full of extreme depression, and as time passed by, his heart became more anxious and manic.
This feeling of wanting to help, but being able to just stare, is not as satisfying as stabbing an upright gentleman with a few knives. It's like watching a family member die without being able to do anything.
This is a kind of psychological horror torture!
"It's so stupid!"
"Little brother, can you still resist?"
"And the ocean of malice in your soul can't be absorbed by me or the Supreme Brother? Why is it only targeting you?"
"Little brother, you are such a hard-working naughty boy, what do you want me to do?"
"Look at the sky!"
Zhang Youde: "...hehehe!"
Zhang Youde could only respond with a smile. His current rationality was in the endless sea of malice and endless pleasure, and he did not mean to be intoxicated or depressed.
On the contrary, it becomes clearer.
It's like your whole body is being bitten by countless small mouths, and there are countless tongues licking your whole body. Countless spiteful souls are tearing through your whole body, as if you want to merge with yourself. This feeling is indescribable, very exciting, and your soul trembles.
Fly directly into the sky and be side by side with the sun!
Anyway! It feels so good! It feels so good! It feels so good that it will explode!
Under this feeling, if he could fall asleep, it would be like seeing a ghost.
I really don’t understand how those polluters lost their intelligence. Even the Supreme Brother and the Gentleman almost fell into the trap, but they said it so happily.
but!
Too much pleasure can sometimes lead to extreme joy and sadness. Now Zhang Youde felt like a strawberry-flavored ice cream being eaten bit by bit by countless mouths.
He is really not sure how long he can resist, anyway, his eyes are now in darkness!
And, it’s getting darker!
It's like falling into an endless abyss, sinking continuously,
Just started!
He can also joke with the Supreme Brother and the gentleman, saying that he can relax and he can handle it. Real men are so strong!
By the way, observe the fight between the gods outside and see the excitement.
You can ignore the pain, but you can’t ignore the fun!
This is Zhang Youde’s naughty spirit.
But now he couldn't bear it anymore. Let alone joking and chatting, he tried his best just to persist.
I can only smile——
He, Zhang Youde, actually did not want to accept such a wonderful way to die.
Mainly because he doesn’t want to die yet!
He also wants to go outside... Look at how cool this Black Heart Fortress is, look at how spectacular the tide of purple corpses is outside, look at how powerful those immortals are, look at the cruelty of the immortal battlefield, pulling
Brother Taishang and a gentleman eat popcorn and watch a big show together!
With so many novel things and such a beautiful life, how could I just die?
"The world is so big, I really want to see it!" Zhang Youde opened and closed the corners of his mouth with a broken smile, and his soul was like jelly shaking back and forth, trembling, as if it would break at any time: "Gentleman, you
Don’t worry, I, Zhang Youde, will carry it even if I can’t bear it.”
"I'm your brother..."
"Brother Zhang Youde, to be honest, I really want to give you a hammer and see what kind of chaos it is outside. How dare you go wandering around? It's a fight between gods. If you don't pay attention, you'll be gone. Don't worry about it in the future.
He's going to cause trouble." The gentleman denied it vigorously, interrupting Zhang Youde's terrible idea of watching the excitement and not despising the big deal.
Thinking back... In order to save himself and Zhang Youde, Brother Taishang even created a zombie wave in the dancing garden.