Chapter 1843 [Shang Xie] I am too self-righteous
Lian Tang didn't know how he came back.
With a feeling that was difficult to express in words, he lifted the curtain of the carriage but saw no one. In front of the carriage, there was a series of footprints extending in the mud, extending to the temple that looked even more dilapidated in the rain.
He looked over there for a long time, then sighed. The lowered curtain swayed slowly, blocking out the bloody smell of the slow train. He walked towards the dilapidated temple.
When he reached the outside of the dilapidated temple, Lian Tang was shocked for the second time.
The sky lost its last ray of light at this moment, and the dim blue and gray painted the layers of dead forest. The sound of rain enveloped the entire world with a biting chill. The ruined temple also looked more desolate and dilapidated in such dark tones.
The man in black stood straight in the center of the temple.
A sharp wind blew in through the mottled broken window from the heavy rain curtain, and the hem of his robe with dark gold patterns was blown up. His black hair, which had just been wet, also flew back like ink, and beneath the black hair was a pale face.
Not wearing a mask.
But it was too dark, and the heavy shadows blurred his face, so that only a vague outline could be seen.
Her nose was like jade, her lips were light in color, and the lines from her chin to her raised neck were so beautiful that they were captivating.
His expression was buried in the shadows, his emotions unclear. Only his upturned eyes were reflected in the dim light, like a pool of cold water, reflecting the broken Buddha statue standing high above the temple.
Without awe or respect, the man looked up at the smiling Buddha statue. There was no fear and awe that mortals have towards gods and Buddhas in his eyes, only a cold and calmness.
Just as Lian Tang was standing at the door and looking in, he spread out his robe and bent his knees expressionlessly.
The corner of the black robe fluttered in the wind, and a loud thunder exploded in the sky. Pale white lightning streaked through the black sky, illuminating the empty and dilapidated temple that was now covered with broken spider webs, and also illuminating Lian Tang's pupils that shrank in horror as if he had seen some doomsday scene.
The sound of the knee hitting the ground was silent, but in Lian Tang's eyes it exploded with a loud noise like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting.
——It’s me, did I see it wrong?
Lian Tang stared at the scene in front of him in a daze, as if he had been struck by lightning.
After this dreamlike trance, the man in the temple was already kneeling on the dusty ground.
A black robe stretched out behind him, and his black hair hung to the ground like brocade. Not far behind him was a blood-soaked girl lying on the dry ground.
Her white clothes had long been dyed red, and her black hair was stained with blood and moisture. She was covered with a thick cloak, but she still seemed to feel cold. She let out a whimpering moan from her throat, and blood continued to flow from the corners of her mouth.
The man did not turn around. He looked up at the Buddha statue covered with spider webs and said in a hoarse voice,
"I was too self-righteous."
Along with the biting wind and rain that blew into the dilapidated temple, his voice also took on a hint of coolness.
"I never worship gods or Buddhas, but if you can save her once, I can make a golden statue for you and offer incense to you."
The ground here is covered with dust, the temple is dilapidated, and even the Buddha statues are mottled and broken.
But the occasional lightning that streaked across the sky revealed the seriousness and even piety hidden in the man's cold expression.
The emperor of Chiwei Kingdom, who has always been worshipped by the people, once sealed the territory with a sword, and is still the legendary emperor of Shenzhou Continent, has nothing in his mind at this moment.
He didn't think about his identity, didn't think about whether the gods and Buddhas he never believed in were useful, and didn't think about whether this kneeling was worth it.
At this moment, every scene that flashed through his mind was about Xia Fuyi.
From the first time they met in Taixu Mountain, the sword light like a pool of autumn water pierced the sky, reflecting the girl's eyes that were colder than frost and snow, and it caught his eye at first sight.
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