Qingye Buddha was startled and looked up towards the palace gate. Sure enough, he saw that the battle in front of the palace gate was almost over.
A group of ragtag rebels, relying on their soaring morale after conquering Chang'an City, actually defeated the elite Fish Dragon Guards.
At this time, I rushed over, fearing that I couldn't change anything. I just didn't know what Emperor Ming's condition was. As long as he didn't die, things would turn around. After all, he had escaped once before, and the worst he could do was run again. It's not like Emperor Ming had never escaped before. He should
Don't really care about this.
Guo Fanren's purpose is to stop himself, not to defeat himself. To a certain extent, he has achieved his goal.
"Brother, I'm sorry." Qingye Buddha clasped his hands in front of Guo Fanren, who was seriously injured.
"Everyone has his own ambitions, so why apologize."
Aoba Buddha nodded slightly and took steps to leave.
"Wait a moment."
Suddenly remembering a voice behind him, Qingye Buddha turned around and saw Guo Fanren's sword in the hands of the little Taoist priest.
Qingye Buddha was obviously startled, then shook his head.
"Please give me some advice, Uncle Master." The little Taoist priest made a sword-holding ceremony.
"Is this senior brother's apprentice?" Qingye Buddha asked Guo Fanren.
Guo Fanren nodded lightly: "My little disciple Hongchen has been with me since he was a child, and he has learned some skills from me. As an uncle, you can teach him a few tricks."
Qingye Buddha looked at Hongchen carefully and saw that he was young and thin, but his eyes were very bright when he held the sword in both hands.
"You are so young!" Qingye Buddha said with emotion. For an old man, youth is always enviable: "Senior brother is willing to let him try his moves, so he must be very important to him. After all, I should also have a disciple.
"
"How many years am I older than you? I should arrange a successor for myself. You don't have to think about these things yet."
Qingye Buddha shook his head, his eyes still looking at Hongchen.
"Uncle, please give me some advice." Hongchen held up his sword with both hands.
"Come." Qingye Buddha waved.
Hong Chen struck with a sword, his body was like an ape, his sword was like a shooting star. Confucianism was awe-inspiring and upright, Buddhism subjugated dragons and tigers, Taoism eliminated demons and slayed immortals, and the three Kungfu of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism were all integrated into him. However, he looked to be less than two years old.
Ten years old.
Youth is really enviable, talent is really enviable.
Some people practice martial arts and are dedicated to their careers. They practice Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer. It takes decades to become a good martial artist. However, for some people, they enjoy snow in winter and swim in rivers in summer, but in the end
You still can't compare to him.
This kind of person is what people call a genius.
Qingye Buddha envies Guo Fanren for having a good apprentice who can pass down his skills to others. This is Guo Fanren's good fortune.
"Use Buddhist Kung Fu." Qingye Buddha suddenly said.
Although Hongchen is very talented, he cannot compare with Qingye Buddha. From the very beginning, he has been under the control of Qingye Buddha, coming and going. Qingye Buddha controls the rhythm of his moves.
Just like a dancer, only under the guidance of a musician can he show a thrilling dance.
Falling into the rhythm of Qingye Buddha, Hongchenlao gradually fell into a trance. When he woke up, he realized that his whole body was soaked with sweat, and the flow of his movements was something he had never seen before.
"Master, I did it..."
Hongchen turned around and was suddenly stunned. He saw Guo Fanren sitting on the roof with a smile on his face and had passed away.
"Master!"
Hong Chen fell on Guo Fanren and cried bitterly. Guo Fanren was already old, and he was hit hard again today. He had reached his final moment.
A hand was placed on Hongchenlu's shoulder, and Hongchenlu turned his head with a look like a lone wolf in his eyes.
"Let me go." Qingye Buddha said.
"As you go!"
"Buddhism is compassionate, Taoism is inaction, and Confucianism is worldly. You have the cultivation of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism. You should understand that there is no hatred between my senior brother and me. He came here today because he knew that his time was running out, so he handed you over to
I mean." Qingye Buddha said: "If you want to take revenge, I'm afraid you have no chance, because I don't have much time."
The mortal world was silent and asked: "Where are you going?"
"The world is so big that there is room for you and me, but Chang'an can no longer accommodate us."
Hongchen suddenly remembered something and said: "I can't leave with you. I am the military advisor of the Justice Teaching and I have to take charge of military affairs..."
"Okay, okay." Qingye Buddha waved his hand: "The empire is exhausted, and the Justice Sect has run out of fuel and lamps. Senior brother just added a handful of firewood to the burning old house. As for you..."
Qingye Buddha pointed at Hongchen's forehead and said: "Give me ten years to endure before you are born again. Maybe you will have a place in the world by then."
Saying that, Qing Ye Buddha grabbed Hong Chen's thin shoulders and walked away without even walking on the ground.
He was a free and easy person and did not care about Guo Fanren's body. As for Emperor Ming's life and death, after seeing through it, he was no longer concerned.
On the roof paved with glazed tiles, Guo Fanchen's body sat cross-legged, and the white flag that read "Seeing Through the World" hung alone.
In the Golden Palace, Emperor Ming was facing death.
There is no shortage of experts under him, but a large number of them were defeated by Cheng Dalei on the grassland. Among the remaining people, Qingye Buddha is considered the strongest.
However, Qingye Buddha did not appear, Lin Shaoyu's gun was already in front of him.
Emperor Ming no longer had the strength to resist, and could only watch Lin Shaoyu's spear point gradually expand in his pupils.
This decisive shot was Lin Shaoyu's strongest burst of strength. His frown and ferocious expression were vaguely similar to Lin Wentian.
He thought of Lin Wentian, and then he thought of the way Lin Wentian died, and he felt scared. Lin Wentian was cut into pieces on the long street, and his flesh was cut into pieces by the angry people.
Emperor Ming once felt that he had made the right choice, but now he began to regret it. It turns out that death is really a terrible thing.
The spear pierced his heart, and his fear did not last long before his pupils became hollow. A generation of emperors died in the golden palace, and their blood flowed all over the ground.
For a moment, Lin Shaoyu seemed to have been relieved of all his strength, and a deep sense of exhaustion surged from the bottom of his heart. He had been fighting for too long, and his manpower was sometimes low. He was not tireless, but he only relied on the thought of revenge to hold on.
However, today, the great revenge has been avenged, and the strength in my heart has relaxed.
After sitting for a long time, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Lin Shaoyu's mouth. He also remembered many things, including the assassination and the prosecution in the martial arts field... As a result, he was as miserable as a dog.
The great leader is indeed right: people who believe in justice are lucky, and they always feel that there is such beautiful words as light and kindness in the world.
But justice is never given by others. Only when justice is more violent than evil can justice be meaningful and appear more decent.
Fatigue came over him bit by bit, and he sat on the ground, chewing the joy of revenge.
Then he raised his head and saw the dragon chair high above.