Tyrant, your vest fell off

CHAPTER 215 – CREATED HAZARD

At this time, Li Qingmei only had one pair of eyes that could move, and she repeatedly signaled to Li Yi anxiously, ordering her to untie her acupoints.

In order to take the overall situation into consideration, Li Yi could only turn her head away with difficulty, not daring to look her in the eyes, fearing that her soft heart would cause a catastrophe.

Sikong Que watched the flames slowly sweeping across the woodpile, the light of hope in his eyes gradually dimmed.Could it be that he was one step too late and missed her again?

"Debate!"

A woman's voice came from the mountain gate behind him, but Sikong Que didn't turn around because the voice was not her.

I saw Sikong Yu holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and regardless of his posture, he ran all the way to the top of the pyre that had not been attacked by the flames.

At this time, the defense machine was in a smoldering state, already in a panic and sweating profusely.

Sikong Yu raised his hand and wiped his sweat with his sleeves, looking at each other, the tenderness in his eyes that had been frozen for many years shocked her extremely!
"Bianji! I knew it! You also have me in your heart!"

Her eyes were lingering and affectionate, and that appearance made him fascinated by it. After a while, he barely managed to stabilize his mind, closed his eyes and began to chant sutras.

"Bian Ji, if you don't want to be a monk in your next life, will you marry me?"

He didn't answer, just chanted the Great Compassion Mantra.

Sikong Yu didn't continue to stalk him, she put the string of Buddha beads in her hand around Bian Ji's neck.

"The years in the mountains are really boring. Over the years, every year, I have polished a prayer bead myself. I thought that after a hundred years of your life, I could at least accumulate a string of decent prayer beads."

"I didn't expect that people are not as good as heaven. These beads are a bit sparse, but it is my intention anyway, so you can just take it with you!"

He still didn't respond, just hung his head.

At this moment, the fire spread, and a servant climbed onto the woodpile and forcibly took away Sikong Yu who was crying.

At this moment, all the monks in Xuankong Temple were sitting around the fire, and the Sanskrit sound was heard everywhere, Bianji then slowly raised his head, his eyes were clear, but the corners of his eyes were slightly glinting like tears and beads of sweat.

"it is good!"

He responded in a low voice, but the flames shot up into the sky, and the sound of crackling wooden blocks completely obliterated his answer.

"Where is Li Qingmei! Huanggu! It's still too late!"

Sikong Que pointed at the flames that were gradually engulfing Bianji's monk's robe, and turned his head to look at Sikong Yu who was always staring at Bianji dazedly.

"Que'er, you are really similar to your father, don't make the same mistakes as your father! Otherwise, one day, you will regret it too much!"

"I sent her away, please let her go, and let yourself go too!"

"Emperor Aunt, I thank you on behalf of the common people of Dafeng!"

Sikong Que's thank you came unexpectedly.

Sikong Yu smiled wryly, his eyes were empty, as if he had fallen into endless bitter memories.

"You're welcome! Who told me to be born in the emperor's family? Your emperor's grandfather sacrificed my love to complete the country and society."

"Now you are waving the butcher knife at my love again. This time, in the name of love, how can I not give in to the great love of the world!"

Buddhism has always been prosperous in Dafeng, and monks rely on the strength of faithful men and women to prevail in Dafeng circle.

She knew that the royal family would declare war on Buddhism represented by Bian Ji.

She just didn't expect that this war between secularism and Buddhism without gunpowder would come so fast, and she would be caught off guard so much.

At this time, the monks sitting around the fire were singing more and more intensely, and Bian Ji had long since disappeared from the endless sea of ​​flames.

With Jiang Liu'er's life experience, he escaped into Buddhism since he was a child. When he was six years old when he was in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty, he had a lotus tongue and became famous after arguing with the seven Buddhist masters. , in the difficulty of Emperor Yunlie's extermination of Buddha, he died in martyrdom.

When the fire was extinguished, Sikong Yu broke free from the shackles of his servants, dodged, and knelt down in the charcoal that hadn't faded away.

With her bare hands, she groped for the ashes inch by inch. Even though it was just coke without fire, there was still a terrifying high temperature.

Her hands fumbled back and forth among the charcoal ashes, and bloody blisters had already been scalded.

"Queen, what are you looking for?"

Sikong Que was a little moved, so he asked Sikong Yu to see if he could help her.

"I'm looking for his relic! Trust me! I'm sure I'll find it!"

She buried her head in search, and suddenly she showed a sad smile, holding a yellowed stone devoutly with her hands that had been changed beyond recognition.

"Look! Look! He is really a Buddha! He has a relic!"

(End of this chapter)