In the dim hall, the candlelight was slightly bright, reflecting the huge golden Buddha statue, solemn and peaceful.
The fake royal child was still sitting upright on the red cushion, with her hands clasped in front of her chest, muttering something in a low voice, and her face was slightly pale.
Suddenly, an old and hoarse voice came to my ears.
"Are you afraid? Feng."
The fake Yuzi, who was called Feng, did not respond. She still lowered her head and silently recited the scriptures, wondering who she was saving for.
"Are you afraid of death?"
The hoarse old voice lingered in the fake Yuzi's ears again.
Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and his voice was completely different from Han Baiyi's gentle and soft voice. Instead, it was as cold and hard as steel, filled with boundless hatred.
"I told you right? Don't bother me again!"
"I sacrificed my life just to meet these two conditions: no interruptions and a quiet life. Do you think you won't abide by the agreement even if I give in so much?"
The fake Miko named Kaede raised her head, her eyes looking where she didn't know where to look. Her eyes were full of disgust, as if she had to be stared at by him.
"Xianfeng."
"..."
The other end of the voice fell into silence, and then suddenly spoke up, his mood seemed a little excited.
"No! This is not the price!"
"It's your mission."
"You were born to sever the immortal dragon Yin."
"This is your only choice, and it is also the future you will inevitably face."
"In each round of reincarnation, the total amount of Long Yin is limited. I can only steal so much for you."
"Miko dies, or you die."
"You have to choose one of the two."
"You live just to cut off Long Yin."
"Death can only be to cut off Long Yin."
"Your name, your blood, your heart, your soul, everything about you is born to cut off Long Yin..."
"Enough!!"
Feng screamed, interrupting the voice in his head, and struggled to control the power of Long Yin in his body to isolate it.
There are sporadic white hairs on the temples, and there are more strands, but the complexion has changed from pale to rosy and plump.
"I... am a human being, a real human being!"
She murmured in a low voice with difficulty and trembling.
"You are just a drop of Miko's blood!"
Master Xianfeng's voice ruthlessly tore through Feng's self-protection, peeling away everything about her with an almost cruel tone.
"Not just you, the companions, brothers and sisters you prayed for are just a drop of Miko's blood, but you are the only one who can survive successfully."
"And now, you have only lived for three years, but you have inherited all of Miko's knowledge and abilities, and you have also grown your body to the age of seventeen as expected."
"Admit it, everything you have is given by me. Everything you have is just my property, and your mission is to die to cut off Long Yin and protect the entire Ashina."
"This is everything to you."
"It's also everything to me."
"If it weren't for this, as early as three hundred years ago, on the first day I received the Tears of Worship, I should have killed myself in painful and long suffering."
"My waiting is all for you..."
"...In order for you to cut off everything that goes against the rules of life and death."
Feng bit her lip tightly.
She hated the fate that was forced upon her, but she could not betray or refute it.
In fact, she had discovered it long before she became the 'only one'.
During the same period, every time one of those brothers and sisters who were similar in appearance, height, and personality died, her soul and life grew stronger.
From the initial confusion, to when everyone died and she was alone, she inherited the freedom of memory and knowledge...
It was her Longyin power that surpassed all her companions that killed her brothers and sisters.
She is the sinner.
Long Yin's imperial son, the king does not see the king.
Of the 'royals' living together at the same time, only one can survive.
That's the rule.
And now, she also wants to decide the outcome with the real 'Miko'.
Then, with all the dragons who reincarnated in this world,
Go to hell.
She died at the hands of her nominal father, the Immortal Black Immortal forged by Master Xianfeng. At her expense, he tore out all the souls devoured by the Sakura Dragon, extracted the dragon souls into mummies, and then chopped them off.
Completely exterminate everything.
This is Master Xianfeng’s final blow.
Feng knows all this very well.
It's been eight hundred years...
In Xianfeng Temple, the monks who initially shared the same ideals with Master Xianfeng have gone crazy in the long wait and loneliness, and then sought death.
In the years before Immortal Slash, they were even willing to endure countless pains in order to completely destroy their spirits and became the first products of the Xianfeng Temple Biochemical Research Institute.
Pain is existence.
Pain is death.
In that era when death was impossible, they had no choice but to end everything with endless pain until they were tortured to the point of losing their reason and consciousness.
In the next eight hundred years, people with lofty ideals continued to come here to become monks because they were grateful for the spirit of Xianfeng, or because they admired immortality and Buddhism.
And Xianfeng Temple continues like this from generation to generation.
Until the war of stealing the country twenty years ago.
For some unknown reason, after that war, Master Xianfeng suddenly changed his approach. He no longer stuck to Xianfeng, but set his sights beyond Ashina.
As a result, Xianfeng Temple closed its gate.
No more new blood comes in.
From that day on, Senfouji's pursuit of immortality became more and more fanatical.
In just twenty years, the monks who admired Buddhism were forced to disperse, and this huge Xianfeng Temple became a lawless place.
Feng knew exactly what this meant.
This is a desperate move that Master Immortal Peak has made for eight hundred years.
It was a last-ditch opportunity bought at the cost of eight hundred years.
There is no need to continue Xianfeng Temple.
And she, the fake royal child.
It was the poisonous dagger used by Master Xianfeng to stab Yinglong's heart.
However, in order to become the sharpest dagger, she still lacked the final step of tempering.
With the lives of two royal children, the quenching was completed.
One side devours the other.
Feng really wanted to live, she wanted to go out and see the world in Miko's inherited memory.
But she couldn't go out.
She knew the power of Sakura Dragon very well. Everything that Ryū Yin Yuzi possessed was just a tableware that Sakura Dragon separated out to cut off the immortal body in this world so that it could enjoy its soul.
However, even if it is a table knife, it is still a knife.
In the huge maple tree in the phantom corridor of the Hidden Hall of Xianfeng Temple, there are hundreds of thousands of Weiming souls blocked by Master Xianfeng with the meager power of the barrier in the past.
Countless people who died in Ashina were attracted here by the unique cycle of life and death created by Master Xianfeng, allowing their souls to stay here temporarily.
Sakura Dragon has become extremely weak due to hunger.
As long as the knife is sharpened, there is a chance to kill it.
Even hope is extremely slim.
But this is the only persistence of a monk who gritted his teeth and broke through loneliness and emptiness and lived for eight hundred years.
As a natural weapon, Feng admired the monk's persistence, but he extremely hated his own fate.
But she had to fight for it.
People are so contradictory.
Just like Feng Mingming used his own blood and Longyin's power to turn into rice that was extremely poisonous to Kuro who was also a royal son, but left a thin line in the rice that could not be heard clearly if time went by.
I hope she doesn't eat it.
This is not because she feels pity for her 'matrix', but because she is oscillating between her own destiny.
Is it 'swallowing Miko and dying in front of the Sakura Dragon', or 'being swallowed by Miko and dying directly'.
Choose between these two.
Between these two options, every stroke of the handwriting made her feel ironic.
Of course...it would be nice if the ninja didn't bring the rice to Miko, but secretly ate it himself.
Your own blood will probably become sweeter the more you chew it, right?
Just like a persimmon.
Oh.
Just as he was feeling sorry for himself, footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall, and Feng gradually raised his head.
The palace door was kicked open.
Han Baiyi looked coldly and pointed the black knife at her white and slender neck, then stepped forward, grabbed her with his hands and pushed her to the ground, opened the door with a hiss and stabbed into the cushion along her white temples.
The distance between the four eyes is less than one foot.
There came a bang.
Brushing and pulling...
The rice stuck on the blade was sprinkled in the ear, and the fake Yu Zifeng's long hair spread out and fell to the ground, like a blooming black and white flower.
There was no emotion like panic in her heart, she just looked at Han Baiyi calmly.
The voice is still gentle and soft:
"Donor, what else can I do?"
Han Baiyi's gaze pierced into her eyes like a knife, as if he wanted to see clearly everything in her heart through this window.
"What on earth do you want to do?"
Feng was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then suddenly burst into laughter.
She laughed so much that her limbs trembled, her branches trembled with laughter, and her tears flowed out.
Han Baiyi's movements stagnated.
He has never seen Miniang like this.
In the original plot, the fake prince always appeared in a serious and sad image, with a melancholy look on his eyebrows and a slight frown, coupled with his long black and white hair, and the shadow behind him that shone in the dim candlelight.
The golden Buddha makes people feel solemn unconsciously.