"I'll give you another chance to speak clearly, otherwise, I don't care whether you are a Buddhist or a Taoist..."
At this point, there is only endless killing intent.
Jiu Ci's eyes were red and frightening, freezing and cold, and he no longer looked carefree.
At this moment, he is not afraid of Buddha and demon, and transforms into Shura.
fart!
How could his lovely sister be a calamity body?
He had also heard of the calamity body. Most people with that kind of body would end up miserable.
He suffered from adversity throughout his life.
No one can escape the punishment of disaster, and can only die in pain in disaster.
Thinking of this, Jiu Ci became more and more angry. The spiritual energy within a hundred miles was absorbed by him and transformed into the original spiritual energy in his body.
At the moment when the strong wind blew up, Jiu Ci rushed in front of the monk like a ray of light at dawn, the blade of a sword, lightning and thunder.
Jiu Ci's bare hands were like bone claws, clawing at the top of the monk's head.
The monk was as light as a swallow, his face remained calm, and he calmly faced Jiu Ci's sharp offensive.
Like a gust of breeze or a wisp of light smoke, the monk swayed backwards, and the purple gold Zen staff in his hand was entangled with Jiu Ci.
Jiu Ci suddenly grabbed the purple gold Zen staff, and the surface of the seemingly ordinary purple gold Zen staff ignited with the light and fire of the Buddha.
Jiu Ci's palms stung, he pulled his hand back suddenly, backed away, and stared at the monk with red eyes.
"Who are you? Are you a Buddhist? Otherwise, how could you have the sacred golden Zen staff of Buddhism?" Jiuci was furious.
The Holy Gold Zen Staff is the master of Buddhist rituals?
"Your Excellency Jiuci, please do good deeds and accumulate virtue so that you can help your sister get through this difficult time."
As the monk finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared between heaven and earth like a faint golden smoke.
In front of Lingfang Temple, the bamboo leaves were fluttering, the breeze was gentle, and there was the scent of sandalwood, but the beautiful boy-like monk was missing.
Looking at the empty and deserted Lingfang Temple, Jiu Ci's eyes were scarlet and he felt like it was a dream.
"Do good deeds? Fart!"
After saying that, Jiu Ci kicked the Buddhist door twice and left in a rage.
After this day, great things happened in Wuzhou.
The Yingyue Tower of the killer organization stopped killing people and started saving people.
Not only that, Yingyue Tower's killer mission only accepts rewards from heinous people and will never kill good people indiscriminately.
As the name goes, even if he is a killer, he is also a killer with justice in mind.
Jiuci also opened a branch building called the Song Building.
This name made people talk a lot. Those who didn't know it thought it was Fengchen Brothel, but they didn't expect it to be a pharmacist organization.
The pharmacists in the singing house do not charge high medical fees and treat seriously ill people in the realm of the gods for free.
And the killers of Yingyue Tower are sent by the owner of the building every day to dig up medicinal materials in difficult and dangerous places.
Such changes shocked everyone.
Even the killers all feel like they are autistic.
They kill people for a living, but they all run to save people.
One of the killers found it unbearable and ran to the host Mo Jiuci to complain, but Jiuci scolded him: "How can you kill people if you don't save them first? You don't understand such an obvious truth, why are you so brainless?
I don’t even know how you got into Yingyue Tower. Don’t say you are from Yingyue Tower when you go out from now on. It’s embarrassing! Do you know?”
It seemed to make sense, but the little killers were unable to refute and were speechless.
Since then, there has been another saying.
If he hadn't saved hundreds of people, he would be embarrassed to say that he was the killer of Yingyue Tower.
Moreover, the killer's rescues will be recorded in the files of Yingyue Tower, and his status will be promoted based on the number of people rescued and the difficulty of the rescue mission.
In half a month, Yingyue Tower has changed a lot.
In the past, when people in the Gods' Heaven Realm saw the Yingyue Tower killer, they would see a savage beast. Especially when they heard the name of Jiu Ci, their spines would sweat. Now, when they hear the name of Yingyue Tower, everyone feels safe.
Some people say that Jiuci changed his mind and transformed into a messenger of justice.
Some people say that it was the Yingyue Saint's Ye Qingge that inspired Jiu Ci, who believed in killing.
…
Someone asked: "Master Yingyue Tower, what is it that makes Yingyue Tower undergo such a big change?"
Jiuci said: "My sister Qingge doesn't like to fight and kill people."
Um... Sir, are you sure?
If your sister fights and kills, even the Lord of God will be alarmed.
The killers who are rescuing people in Yingyue Tower are helpless. It's not easy to be a killer these days. They have to learn to be a glutinous chicken, save people, and know how to do everything except killing people.
Loneliness, killers are as lonely as snow these days.
However, for a while, Ye Qingge's name became even more mysterious and legendary.
Some people say she is cruel and ruthless, while others say she is pure and kind.
All in all, they seemed to be more receptive to Ye Qingge than before.
After doing all this, Jiu Ci quietly came to the Medicine Sect.
The situation of Wan Jinding is getting worse and worse, and the faces of the sect leaders and elders are even more ugly.
Jiu Ci's heart suddenly jumped into his throat.
He doesn't believe in Buddhism.
But if Buddha can save his sister, he is willing to become the most loyal believer in Buddhism.
Jiu Ci's hands pinched his sleeves tightly...
Another half month has passed.
Sect Master, Grand Master seems to have aged dozens of years in just one month.
Jiu Ci sat in front of the Wanjin Cauldron, hugging his knees, lowering his head and saying nothing.
"How's it going..." Grand Master asked.
"10% of hope is gone..." The sect master closed his eyes, with tears at the end of his eyes.
Jiu Ci's complexion suddenly turned as pale as paper.
Inside the Wanjin Cauldron, surrounded by heaven and earth, Qingge sat cross-legged in front of the gilt-colored Phoenix Sculpture.
She didn't know how much time had passed, it seemed like decades had passed.
Her white hair fell to the ground, her face looked old, her eyes were droopy and cloudy.
The white hair is piled on the ground.
Like an old man.
Has she stayed in Wanjin Cauldron for decades?
She doesn't know.
She doesn't know anything.
She can't get out of Wanjin Cauldron, and she can't get the inheritance.
She didn't even know what kept her going.
In these "decades", Qingge has struggled, been afraid, collapsed, and angry. Now, she is only left with peace.
She was alone in this world inside the cauldron, concentrating on practicing and comprehending the laws.
All the pet beasts in the realm of nothingness fell into a deep sleep, and even Feng Qi in the spiritual world was silent.
Qing Ge’s past memories have gradually become blurred.
When Qing Ge realized that her memory was fading, she suddenly woke up, stood up, took a delicate and short dagger, and cut a knife in the palm of her hand.
She was stained with blood and wrote the words Ye Qingge on the golden sculpture of Fengqi.
She can't forget who she is.
Finally, she lost all memory, and she stared at her name.
Night song...
Night song...
A smile appeared on her old face.
She looked at the sculpture in front of her and wondered who the woman in the sculpture was.
Qing Ge had no strength left and fell to the ground.
All the vitality in her body was finally lost and swallowed up by Wanjin Cauldron.
She is about to collapse.
At this time, Qingge discovered a small flower hidden behind the sculpture.
The withered flower was drooping and its petals were drooping.
Qing Ge struggled to lie down in front of Hua'er, held the dagger with difficulty, and cut her wrist.
She lets go from school and nourishes the flowers with her blood.
If she is going to die eventually, she might as well become a flower.
Qingge sat leaning against the sculpture. She tore open the fabric of her clothes and tied her hands to the sculpture.
From this perspective, the blood from Qingge's wrist wound can continuously nourish the flowers.
If she really dies, her body and flesh will become fertilizer for the flowers.
She is her true self at this moment.
I lost all my memories, did not remember my own name, and returned to my true heart.
Sacrifice yourself and achieve a flower bloom.
Qingge looked at the flowers blooming and closed her eyes with a smile.
Before she died, she whispered: "If you don't have a name, let me call you Ji Yue."
Ji Yuehua.
She didn't know why it was these two words.
But he just blurted it out and asked for emergency help.
At this time, the whole world collapsed.
Everywhere, flowers wither, trees wither, mountains sink into the earth, and rivers dry up.
Wanjin Cauldron, the moment Qingge's life ended completely, the relics in the realm of nothingness emitted a fierce light.
At that moment, the entire world, from the low-level Four-Star Continent to the high-level Heavenly Realm of Gods, to the original Nine Realms, to the Demon Realm, the Demon Clan, the Qinglian Clan, and even the Immortal Realm, the land of gods, was all dazzled.