Chapter 879 You only have one, but everyone can be Bao Jiaxian
The people from Buddha City came back, but the other demon painters left without looking back.
Obviously, after what happened, the pilgrimage place of the Buddha City Plane was completely abandoned by them. It is estimated that no one will come here to travel or spend money again in the future.
Qin Xuan originally planned to say something, but facing the people of Fucheng who had lost Baojiaxian, he really couldn't say anything.
So-called declarations and speeches seem meaningless at this moment.
People in Fucheng don't need this.
Yes, when Qin Xuan saw these Fucheng people again, he knew that the Fucheng people did not need any encouragement or anyone to rely on.
Their demon power goes with the Baojiaxian, and they know more or less everything that happens in the Buddha City.
Maybe you can't hear what they are saying, but Bao Jiaxian's efforts, the persistence and fear in his heart have been completely conveyed to nearly ten million people in Fucheng. Let them know who is protecting them and who is protecting them.
Why, it can be done to this extent.
Bao Jiaxian is a fool, everyone knows it.
But Bao Jiaxian is also their hero. Even if the whole world laughs at him as a fool, the people of Fucheng are still proud of him.
The next day, Buddha City was eerily quiet.
The ruins were dyed white with strips of silk cloth, and everyone wore snow-white plain clothes.
There is no need to wrap it up, because the Baojiaxian was reduced to ashes and not even a body was left behind.
There is no need for such a complicated ceremony, a coffin, dark and simple. Just like the last thing he left behind at the end of his life was only a piece of clothing and a dry pipe.
People put the piece of clothing into the coffin and then lifted it up spontaneously, while more people followed it silently.
The Buddha City is very large and has a large number of people, tens of millions of people.
So we can't all stand here.
However, no matter where they were, whether they were stretching out their hands to carry his coffin, or standing in the distance and looking at it, or they could not even see it, but they were still silently watching the long snow-white river stretching into the distance.
At this moment, Qin Xuan stood in front of the coffin.
'I'll take this seat.'
Qin Xuan wanted to carry the coffin for Baojiaxian, even though Sister Tu objected, and even countless people hoped that he would not do it.
But Qin Xuan just wanted to do this.
It has nothing to do with status, strength or status. As a person, Qin Xuan feels that he is far inferior to him.
Qin Xuan respects him and even admires him from the bottom of his heart. This is enough.
"Sorry," Qin Xuan put down a bouquet of white flowers while standing in front of Baojiaxian's tomb: "I can't save you."
"But I'm here to promise you."
Qin Xuan looked at the name on the tombstone, Hong Wuyi. This was Baojiaxian's real name, a name that was unknown and would eventually be forgotten.
"Today, one of you died in the Buddhist city." Qin Xuan slowly closed his eyes and swore an oath to the person who had died and completely disappeared: "But in the future, I will return this Buddhist city with nine million
A protector of the family."
Hong Wuyi will eventually be forgotten, but the new path he created, a reformed soldier profession called Baojiaxian, is destined to flourish.
"As long as I am the emperor, you will be my protector!"
After Qin Xuan finished speaking, he looked at the dry pipe in his hand. This thing was not buried with Baojiaxian's clothes.
Because before, he had told Qin Xuan that if one day he was gone, if Qin Xuan was willing, he hoped that he could give this dry pipe to another person.
"From today on."
After the funeral, Qin Xuan stood in front of all the people of Buddha City: "If you want to leave here and find another way to make a living, I respect your choice, but if you can't leave your hometown, then I guarantee you that in the future, Buddha
The city is still your Buddhist city!"
The Buddha City was still extremely quiet, no one spoke, and no one responded to Qin Xuan.
"No one will hurt you anymore, because I am here." Qin Xuan: "I know that many of you don't know me, or even know who I am."
Not all of them know Qin Xuan, and only a few, very few, may know who Qin Xuan is.
"My name is Qin Xuan."
Two words, one surname, made the deathly silence come alive, no, it became impatient, even boiling.
"I am from the Qin family, and I am also yours," Qin Xuan said, "Emperor Qi Ying."
At this time, not only the people of Fucheng were in Fucheng, but also a large number of mountain and sea beasts. Some of them were the dependents of Baojiaxian, and some were the dependent beasts of the people of Fucheng.
Among them, there are naturally the old pandas and others.
Everyone looked at Qin Xuan and listened to what he wanted to say to them.
"I don't know how to evaluate the disaster and catastrophe that happened in Buddha City, but what I want to say is..."
Qin Xuan's eyes swept across the endless crowd below. For the first time in his life, he wanted to do it and persist: "I believe in him."
"I believe the path chosen by Baojiaxian," Qin Xuan said, "is not a dead end!"
At this moment, countless people in Buddha City lowered their heads, and many of them burst into tears.
Is it sadness?
Yes, it was very sad, but what really made them cry was not Bao Jiaxian's death.
"Very good."
"Did you hear that, Baojiaxian?"
"The emperor is on your side. He says you are right."
"It will never end, never. Buddha City will still be the same Buddha City, and it will always be the same!"
"..."
The old panda's old face was full of tears, and he cried very sadly. Not only him, but also other Shanhai tribes. They all regarded Baojiaxian as their children and descendants, and they doted on and loved him very much.
But now, he's gone...
'I want to be a Baojiaxian.'
There was once a child who said to him: 'Let more people know about you, and then we can all live together and rely on each other.'
'Oh.'
The old panda shook his head: 'Impossible.'
'Why?'
The child asked in confusion.
'Because there is only one of you,' said the old panda: 'In millions of years, I have only met one like you.'
Listening to the old panda's words and his indifference to his remarks, the child not only did not feel sad, but showed a bright smile: 'That's great.'
'Um?'
"There cannot be two me in this world, but there can be many Baojiaxian."
To this day, the child's smile and his words still echo in the old panda's mind: 'Isn't it enough to let everyone in the world become Baojiaxian, old man?'
"Do you know why his name is Hong Wuyi?"
Qin Xuan looked at them, then smiled and said: "Because everyone can be a Baojiaxian."