Chapter 360 Team Rocket Reassembles
Her sharp gaze swept into the depths of the courtyard.
In the corner of the ancient tree, blurred by the rain and entwined with trumpet creeper flowers—
The air seemed to grow darker than elsewhere. Light was being swallowed by something invisible, radiating distorted waves.
Just as the unseen vortex quietly formed, a cold, powerful, yet strangely familiar aura spread out inch by inch like a tide.
Karin's pupils contracted, and she subconsciously held her breath.
*
At the same time—
Luo Chuan, Lian Zhuo, Wen Jin, and Shen Yu all turned their sharp gazes in the same direction.
"You're back already?"
Luo Chuan placed a white piece on a corner of the chessboard and raised an eyebrow: "It's faster than I expected."
"To bear the annihilation of Heaven with a half-soul body, to burn everything to seize Huali's last chance of survival, such ruthlessness..." Lian Zhuo placed a black piece, "Should be treated with utmost respect."
Upon hearing this, Luo Chuan withdrew his heterochromatic eyes from the chessboard and focused them on Lian Zhuo on the opposite side.
He curled his lips into a smile, his tone carrying an almost cruel mockery: "Oh? In that case, I'd like to know your answer to what Geluotan said today?"
Lian Zhuo's hand, holding a black chess piece, hovered over the chessboard.
After that... there was a long silence.
Upon hearing this, Shen Yu, who was leaning against the railing, and Wen Jin, who was listening to the rain, turned around silently.
The sound of rain continues.
The candlelight cast flickering shadows on the Buddhist monk's refined and otherworldly face, which was now tinged with an indescribable sorrow.
"Amitabha."
Centuries of history flashed before Lian Zhuo's eyes, but what lingered in the end was—
In Chenliu City, before the Lantern Festival when the lights were dim, a girl smiled as she offered him a candied hawthorn.
It was the thirty-seventh step from the bottom of the steps in Tianlan City Hall to the second floor of the stairs, where a soft call came from Lianzhuo.
It is also a cold lotus platform, an ancient scripture inscribed with "I will never change this life".
Every scene is clear and warm, a ray of light he never dared to hope for during his lonely years of spiritual practice.
Can......
He is both a lotus-purifying being and a disciple of the Buddha of Sandalwood.
He is a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, who has been worshipped by thousands of believers since childhood.
His shoulders bear not only the weight of his own spiritual practice, but also the hopes of believers for the Buddha's compassion and salvation.
Now, dark energy rages, and all living beings weep blood...
If he were to back down now... disregarding the countless beings who worship and believe in him, what kind of Buddha would he be practicing? And on what basis would he be worthy of receiving those sticks of incense?
How can one find a way to have it all, to be true to both the Buddha and the beloved?
Lian Zhuo's fingertips trembled slightly, and the black stone cracked in two.
For the countless believers who once bowed before him, and also so that... she could live brightly in a clear and clean world...
The Buddhist disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect suppressed his attachment and selfishness, and softly uttered two words:
"I am willing to go."
"Heh." Luo Chuan sneered in an instant. "So this is why you gathered all these people here tonight?"
The demon king, who was usually expressionless, had his eyes filled with unknown rage and mockery. "Fine, fine, fine."
"What a righteous and awe-inspiring Buddhist disciple! But I, the king, do not possess such compassion for saving the world!"
The Demon King casually tossed a white chess piece onto the board, his red sleeves drawing dazzling arcs in the candlelight. "I only want to be with Little Pear."
"If she wants to cross mountains, I will clear a path for her. If she wants to cross seas, I will slay whales for her."
"What does the fall of the world have to do with me? If I must die, I only wish to die with my little girl."
Wen Jin, who had been sitting quietly listening to the rain, twitched his fingertips.
The black robes almost completely enveloped him in darkness, with only the occasional flashes of lightning outside the window illuminating his pale, thin jawline.
Once upon a time, in the royal city of Soli, there was also such a rainy day.
He was only a few years old when he returned to his original state. He sat on the couch side by side with Huali, quietly listening to the sound of summer rain.
Even now, when I think back, I can almost smell that unique scent of moisture from my memory.
"My burial place will always be beside Karin. No matter what she decides, it will be over."
In this mortal world, among all living beings, what does it have to do with him?
He never cared.
His wish has always been to stay by Karin's side.
After figuring it out, Wen Jin continued to look out the window.
The rain fell tirelessly, like a silent sigh, making the young general's sneer all the more clear.
Shen Yu raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife: "I said...did you ask Hua Li's opinion before you said that?"
"Stop pretending to be all lovey-dovey here. These are ancient monsters, hundreds of years old. These outdated storybooks have been unsellable for ages."
The young man's voice, sharp as ice, was like a cool breeze after a summer downpour: "If you're a man, speak your mind. Tell her what you think, and listen to her too."
"Didn't Huali tell you about Fengyi's situation? Respect her choice, don't choose for her. Even if there's no other way in the end, she should know and understand!"
Lian Zhuo paused in her hand that was holding prayer beads, then clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha, this is how it should be."
*
The sound of rain continued incessantly.
The vortex in the air spun silently, expanded, and swallowed up all the light and sound around it.
To Huali's astonishment, a tall, slender figure slowly stepped out from the distorted fluctuations.
He wore a snow-white robe, and his long, curly hair, as black as ink, hung down. A few strands of hair were wet with rain and clung to his pale, almost transparent neck, conveying a breathtaking sense of fragility.
What is most striking is the layer of plain white silk covering his eyes.
This contrasted sharply with the faint, deep-sea aura emanating from him.
At the same moment he sensed this scent, Ao Bai had already transformed back into a large, fat cat.
Even though the timing was wrong, Steward Ao couldn't help but complain: "Holy crap, what a truly gloomy male ghost."
The male ghost was extremely handsome, and just by standing there quietly, he could make the surroundings pale in comparison.
At this moment, his gaze beneath the white silk was like sticky glue, fixed firmly on Huali.
This figure...this feeling...
Huali's pupils slowly contracted.
Despite the change in hair color, despite the covering of his eyes, despite the increased power of his aura...
But that deep-seated familiarity made Karin recognize the person instantly.
...Really?
She was planning to go to Jieyuan to find him tomorrow, but he came to find her first?
Knowing what Huali was thinking, Aobai nodded frantically.
"Yeah, according to the usual formula, this kind of resurrection plot would require you to look for me and me to look for you, then miss each other again, and it would take dozens of chapters before we could reunite... Wait a minute!"
The wicked kitten was horrified and whipped Huali with its tail, exclaiming, "Amnesia! There's an amnesia trope here!"
"Host, quickly ask him if he remembers you."
Huali was also taken aback.
Amnesia...? The little bird has amnesia?
The intense shock made her completely forget that if she really had amnesia, how could someone appear in front of her so precisely?
Yan Xi gazed at the rosewood.
Beneath the white silk, his gaze was greedy and burning.
But... why does the girl's expression seem hesitant? Could it be that she doesn't like this face?
A thousand thoughts weighed on his chest. Finally, the young man in the rain slowly raised his hand, like a devout believer, gazing at the only god he cherished in his life...
"flower……"
"Wait a minute! Since you've asked so sincerely, what's the next question?"
The little girl in front of me spoke cautiously.
Yan Xi: "...?"
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