Chapter 810: Where can the dead come from?
“It’s another round of winter.”
Putting on the cotton-stuffed monk’s robe, Wuxin twisted the Buddha string in his hand and stretched his hand out of the eaves.
Looking at the cold snowflakes falling on his palms, he seemed to recall the scene when his uncle returned to secular life.
That year, it was also winter.
Uncle Master returned to secular life, and Master passed away.
Wu thought to himself, turned around and pushed open the closed door behind him.
Inside the house...
Under the Buddha statue, there are dozens of spiritual tablets neatly placed on the desk.
“Amitabha...”
Wu Xin clasped his hands together and worshiped the spiritual throne.
"Master, what you have been worried about has not happened."
Wuxin stepped forward, picked up a tablet, and gently wiped the non-existent dust, "Uncle Master Although you have returned to secular life, you may no longer have the oppression of the Buddha in your heart, but the calamity of the three realms that you are worried about has not happened."
"The calamity of the three realms?"
A familiar voice sounded suddenly. The sound made Wu Xin slightly startled.
He hurriedly put down the tablet in his hand and looked at the figure standing outside the house against the wind and snow in surprise, "Uncle Master!"
Why is Uncle Master here! ?
“It turns out that he was so obstructive in my return to secular life...”
Xi Mo glanced at the somewhat slanted memorial tablet with an indifferent expression, due to his eagerness to place it, “It turned out to be Because he thinks that I am someone who will destroy the Three Realms?”
“Uncle Master...”
Wu Xin's face turned pale, biting his lip, and lowered his head, not daring to reply.
"Perhaps."
I saw that the uncle's sleeve was swept, and the tablet engraved with the word 'Chang Yuan' was instantly straightened.
Xi Mo walked into the house, looking at Chang Yuan's tablet with his eyes slightly lowered, as if recalling the past, "I once had the idea of destroying the Three Realms..."
Three Realms After hurting her so much, he wanted demon spirits to replace the creatures in the world and worship her as a god.
But later...
He found that Shijiu didn't want him to do this.
Although he was very puzzled at the time, he was willing to be suppressed in the red birch forest for a long time.
Now, he may have understood.
In the midst of nothingness and chaos, the boundless loneliness gave Shijiu the idea of creating the world. She didn't want to be alone anymore, she wanted company.
So, for Shijiu, living beings are her only companions in her endless lifespan.
She protects these creatures because she pours her emotions into the world.
She doesn’t want to see the world broken.
Even if the creatures in the three realms fear her, fear her...
Even if the world rejects her...
She would rather sleep in the Mirror Valley than change it easily.
"Now, my mind has changed."
Xi Mo said, glanced at Wu Xin who was standing blankly, turned his steps slightly, and walked out.
This world...
If Ajiu wanted to protect him, he would.
If Ajiu wants to destroy it, he will destroy it.
"Little monk, why did you come out so quickly?"
In the white snow, the time he waited in the snow holding the soul umbrella was very eye-catching, "No Talk about old times with your senior brother?”
“Where can we talk about old times, dead man?”
Xi Mo asked indifferently, opened his hands and embraced Shi Jiu under the umbrella.
He finally understood...
Why the rules of the world have changed, but she is not as relaxed as usual.
Because once creatures cannot adapt to the new rules, the world will eventually become broken.
And this...
But it was not what Ajiu wanted.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk~”
Hearing Xi Mo’s words, Shi Jiu smiled and said softly, “You are so heartless. It’s a good thing that he was still worried before he died. "He is worried about the world."
Xi Mo corrected.
(End of this chapter)