Chapter 292 I'm not kidding you, you will die

They were affectionate and affectionate, and their ears were close to each other.

They abandoned all dogmas and rules, and kissed each other without restraint in this cold winter and in the dead of night.

The tidied sewing basket was knocked over again. Gu Nan pressed his arms against the fiery red color. He held her waist tightly in his arms and responded to her and agreed with her with all his strength.

The ascetic face was dyed with a bright blush, and the sharp phoenix eyes were blurred and soft, no longer cold.

Panting, whimpering, broken voice.

Junyi seemed to understand why so many people were struggling in the sea of suffering, yet were willing to do so and would never look back.

There is good and evil in this world, there is pain and joy. He melted her with his body, and she filled and smoothed his arms that had been empty for twenty years.

She is the Bodhisattva who leads him to salvation, and the demon in his heart that tempts him to indulge himself.

He tasted the feeling of being out of control, as if he was closely connected to this cage of suffering, and easily obtained the warmth that the world desired but could not get.

The rare warmth that Gu Nan gave him.

Like a ball of blazing flame, it was going to burn him to ashes, skin and flesh alike.

Junyi suddenly choked up. He hugged Gu Nan tightly and buried his face in her neck. "That's enough."

"Don't speculate any further. You can't afford the price."

Gu Nan tilted his head back with his chin resting on his shoulder. His pale face was obviously tired, but he still kissed the side of his neck from time to time, like a lazy kitten.

"Don't worry, I'll keep my word and help you practice."

"Gu Nan!" Chunyi pressed her shoulder. Her breathing hadn't yet calmed down, and her chest was heaving violently. It was a surging desire and a restless heart. "I'm not kidding you. You're going to die."

A ghost that has died once dies again, and the ending is self-evident.

"I'm not afraid."

Gu Nanwei closed his eyes slightly, hiding the faint guilt and heartache in his eyes, "Master Chunyi, you revealed the secret."

Chunyi stared at Gu Nan for a long time, and the light in his eyes suddenly went out.

He once again realized that fate and destiny cannot be changed by human power.

He is no different from Gu Nan.

Gu Nan worked hard to save more people and pressed the issue hard.

In order to save Gu Nan, he also kept his mouth shut and repeatedly stopped him.

They are all the same. He is not a bystander, but always a participant in the game.

But he clearly knew it a long time ago, so why was he so panicked at this moment?

The innocent and miserable people were in this situation, and so was De Zhao, who was with him day and night. Why did he feel pity for them and yet accept it calmly?

The extreme confusion and fear made him subconsciously open his mouth and gasp for breath. His handsome face was distorted, and his eyes once again revealed the same ferocity as on the night of the winter solstice.

The so-called dream of Dharma obstruction, is it a mercy bestowed by God, or murderous intent disguised in the name of a prophet?

Is the so-called enlightenment a fallacy? Can his teachings really be realized in the Dharma-Ending Age when all religions are declining?

He was trapped in great ignorance and fear and could not find a way out.

"Junyi, Junyi!"

A clear and rapid call sounded, Chunyi raised his eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his phoenix eyes turned blood red unconsciously.

In his struggling and broken eyes, he seemed to be wavering in his determination to succeed.

Just like on the winter solstice, he stood in front of the window, looking at her across the vast snow with such a sad and forbearing expression.

Gu Nan didn't know what kind of huge changes he was going through, but she knew without the system reminding her that if he continued to let it go like this, he would fall into the devil without even breaking the precepts.

If Junyi falls into the devil's trap, not only will her mission fail and her life be in danger, but all her efforts over the past half month will be wasted, and the people of this world will not be able to wait for the next natural disaster and will die at his hands.

Gu Nan took a deep breath and slapped the golden bean into his forehead.

"Junyi, wake up!"

Ice-cold tears sank into the skin between the eyebrows, and the soul fragments and cultivation wrapped in merit instantly traveled through the major meridians and acupoints of the whole body, entangled with the disordered spiritual power.

The two forces of extreme yin and extreme yang, which are naturally incompatible, miraculously did not conflict in his body, but instead blended with each other, you and I.

Reason gradually returned and the mind became clear again.

As if sensing the improvement of its body, the domineering spiritual power in its meridians suddenly suppressed the strange yet gentle ghost power, swallowing it all up for its own use.

So Junyi's expression, which had just relaxed a little, became extremely ugly again.

Gu Nan's tears are a great tonic for any practitioner, especially him.

Harmonizing yin and yang, taking yin to replenish yang, not only strengthens the soul, but also improves cultivation.

A single tear was worth months of hard training.

But this was not what he wanted. He didn't want Gu Nan to shed that tear at all.

"Are you awake?" Gu Nan bent down to look at him. His expression seemed calmer, and he no longer looked as fierce as if he was going to turn evil in the next second. However, his face was even darker and gloomier than before.

She deliberately said, "It's useless? It seems that one drop is not enough. Let me cry three or five more drops and try it together."

Junyi grabbed her wrist suddenly, his jaw line tensed, and the muscles on both sides of his cheeks were faintly visible.

"Tears hurt the soul, don't cry."

Gu Nan curled his lips, "Some people still need my tears to save them."

Junyi pursed his lips and silently agreed to her temptation in guilt.

Gu Nan also pursed her lips, feeling a little inexplicably sad in her heart. She knew that she was a treasure and that shedding a tear could save someone.

"Can the dead be brought back to life?" she asked.

"No," Chunyi denied dryly. Although he kept a straight face, a hint of embarrassment could still be seen. "Your tears are a great tonic for monks and ghosts, but they are of little use to mortals."

Gu Nan was skeptical. "Really? Monks don't tell lies."

"I have returned to the secular world."

Gu Nan:?

Is Junyi joking?

"You won't be affected by my spirit and change your temperament drastically, right?"

Junyi lowered his eyes and said nothing.

His thick eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and dignified and stern appearance are still exactly the same as before.

Gu Nan sighed pretentiously, "Actually, you just think too much. Even if my tears can bring the dead back to life, you can't cry whenever you want. It's hard for a big ghost like me to cry."

Junyi raised his eyes and glanced at her, silently accusing her of lying.

He had personally experienced her love, hate, anger and infatuation, and knew better than anyone how much truth there was in her words.

It’s hard to cry with a big ghost, and it’s true that you can’t cry whenever you want.

But she would try her best to force herself to cry.

She simply omitted some facts that she knew well.

Gu Nan bumped Chunyi's shoulder and said, "Master Chunyi, considering that I just helped you, can you please let go?"

Junyi lowered his head and thought, he seemed to have discovered Gu Nan's habit of speaking.

When he was happy or sarcastic, he liked to call him Master Chunyi. When he was angry, he liked to call him Chunyi. When he was very, very angry, he called him Chunyi Ding with his full name.

Even without looking at Gu Nan's face, he knew that she must be smiling at the moment, with a subtle curve at the corner of her mouth, teasing and relaxed, and her round almond-shaped eyes were clear and smart.

Ignoring the severe cold of winter, it is like a bunch of blooming forsythia.