In a daze, she seemed to see that familiar face.
She remembered that in their first life, he took her to the lake to watch the sunset, and this was how he looked at her.
Her blood-stained hand slowly reached out and touched his face.
Song Fanze immediately grabbed her hand.
“…Chi Qiangwei”.
Chi Qiangwei opened her eyes and weakly smiled, "...Song Fanze, I can't cultivate with you anymore. I'm sorry, I lied to you again..."
A barely perceptible hint of red flickered in Song Fanze's eyes. "I won't let you die."
He reached out his hand, and a warm force flowed into her body from his palm.
He then set her aside.
He himself sat cross-legged with his hands clasped together.
Close your eyes and whisper Buddhist scriptures.
Soon, soft rays of light surrounded him, representing his life's cultivation.
Then, the soft light gathered into several streams and flowed towards Chi Qiangwei's body, continuously dissolving the murderous aura on her.
When Di Jian learned what he was going to do, he exclaimed, "Master Fanze, you mustn't!"
A continuous stream of Buddhist power entered Chi Qiangwei's body, and gradually, the ruptured inner core within her body was repaired.
Song Fanze's skin slowly aged, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his cheeks turned pale and weak.
The next second, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.
"Master Fanze!" Di Jian quickly went over to help him up.
Song Fanze slowly lowered his hand, glanced at her one last time, raised his hand and gently wiped Chi Qiangwei's forehead. Buddhist power burned in his palm, erasing the traces of him and the little flower fairy.
...
Chi Qiangwei, who didn't know how long she had been asleep, felt a warm and soft light shining on her face. She moved her eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes.
She saw the setting sun on the horizon.
The bright red color is beautiful.
She sat up and subconsciously looked up at her hands and body.
She looked around; there was nothing there, but she felt a sense of familiarity with the place.
She was puzzled, stood there for a while, and then left.
Once she disappeared from sight, Song Fanze and Di Jian emerged from the corner.
At this moment, Song Fanze resembled an old man, weak and powerless, needing someone to support him.
Di Jian looked at him with hatred, "Master Fanze, was it worth it?"
“My spiritual practice is for the sake of all sentient beings, and she is also one of them.”
"She is a demon, and she even killed my senior brother."
Di Jian didn't believe that Master Fanze would exhaust all his cultivation to save this flower demon.
Song Fanze retorted, "It was your senior brother who provoked her first."
Di Jian paused, remaining silent.
A few days later.
Song Fanze sat cross-legged in an open space with his eyes closed, tapping a wooden fish and chanting Buddhist scriptures.
All the disciples sat behind him, eyes closed, sincerely chanting scriptures.
Today is the day Master Fanze comes down the mountain to preach to the people; hearing it is a great blessing.
Moreover, they heard that this was Master Fanze's last sermon.
It is said that after Master Fanze fought a great battle with that True Man, he was seriously injured, his cultivation was exhausted, and his body aged rapidly.
He is now over ninety years old, nearing the end of his life, and his days are numbered.
Upon hearing this, all the people of Shicheng rushed over.
Even the people of Mingcheng rushed over when they heard the news.
Master Fanze has done a great deal for the people, and they are deeply grateful. They believe that Master Fanze will surely achieve perfect merit and ascend to immortality.
Before long, a large crowd of people gathered there.
The sun was quite scorching, so the people all put up umbrellas, and many of them sat cross-legged like the young monks, listening attentively to the sutras.
A young woman in a red dress passed by, carrying a red umbrella.
After finishing his sermon, Song Fanze slowly opened his eyes. He got up and, with the help of his young disciple, walked out.
The people saw him off respectfully.
Song Fanze looked up and saw a bright and flamboyant woman in a red dress, holding a red umbrella, walking slowly toward him from not far away in the crowd.
Song Fanzhe gazed at her, suddenly lost in memories.
He recalled the scene of his first meeting with her.
"Are you the revered monk of Shicheng?"
Under a large tree on the mountaintop, Chi Qiangwei walked over, holding a red umbrella and showing a bright smile.
Song Fanze clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, benefactor."
Chi Qiangwei said, "Since you are a high monk, how about we have a fight?"
Song Fanze said, "May Buddha have mercy, benefactor. This humble monk does not like fighting and killing."
"Monk, don't be so boring. We're just having a friendly spar."
As she spoke, Chi Qiangwei, dressed in a red dress, swiftly launched an attack and rushed forward.
However, Song Fanze sat there cross-legged, completely still.
Chi Qiangwei was startled and immediately withdrew her hand from his forehead.
She said angrily, "Monk! Why didn't you dodge? Do you know that I almost hurt you just now?"
Song Fanze remained silent.
Chi Qiangwei pouted, "Since you are a high monk, do you have a way to save someone?"
Song Fanze closed his eyes and continued reciting Buddhist scriptures.
"Save my friend, Xu An."
Song Fanze clasped his hands together and said, "Benefactor, everyone's life and death are predestined. Don't be too attached to it."
Chi Qiangwei knew that it was impossible to persuade Song Fanze to save Xu An in just one attempt.
She knew he liked to come to the mountaintop every day to chant scriptures and meditate.
So she came to him every day without fail, whether it was sunny or rainy.
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