"Qing'er, do you really want to hand over the magic sword to Faguo Temple?" Shi An asked Faguo Temple in front of him.
Qiqing lowered his head and stroked the magic sword in his hand. This sword was originally forged to protect the people of the world.
But it eventually became the cause of chaos in the country. How ironic.
Shi An looked at Qi Qing, who was feeling lost and depressed, and felt a wave of heartache in his heart.
He gently embraced her and consoled her, "My dear, this is not your fault, nor is it the swordsmith's fault.
There are millions of people in the world, all scheming against each other and deceiving each other, because the human heart is always unpredictable."
A thousand years ago, she came from Mount Qishan, the happiest little sister who was loved by her parents and accompanied by her senior brothers and sisters.
Overnight, she became an orphan with her father and mother dead, and had to sacrifice her blood to the sword.
For thousands of years, it has been immortal, indestructible, unconscious, as if it has been abandoned by the long river of time.
Every time I wake up, I see countless people suffering...
But this time it was different, because they were here to stay by her side regardless of everything.
She longed for them, longed for joy and sorrow, longed for light and darkness, she longed for all the truths in the world.
Only in this way can she fill the emptiness and hopelessness in her heart.
Make her feel that she is still alive in this world.
The young monk Yuannai ran out of the temple and excitedly shouted, "Master Shi'an, you're back?"
Shi An's brows were cold, his eyes filled with compassion: "Yuan Nai, be careful not to be impatient..."
"Yes, Uncle Master, Yuanno knows."
Only when I got closer did I notice that there was a masked woman in purple clothes beside my uncle-master.
Thinking of his behavior just now, Yuanno touched his bald head and felt a little embarrassed.
He clasped his hands together politely and bowed: "Donor..."
Qiqing didn't say anything, but handed the magic sword in his hand to Shi An.
Shi An looked into Qiqing's purple eyes. He understood her helplessness and unrestrainedness, as well as her loneliness and relief.
Shi An nodded, turned around and handed the magic sword to Yuanno.
He said, "Yuanno, you hand this over to the host brother. Whether it is a god or a demon, it is never in the sword, but in the person.
"Yes, Uncle Master..."
Yuannai took the magic sword and heard Shi An say, "Tell the abbot that from now on, I will not return to the Faguo Temple."
Yuan Nai asked in surprise, "Master Uncle, you're not going back to Faguo Temple? Then where are you going?"
Shi An smiled slightly and held Qi Qing's hand: "Beside her..."
…
As the sun sets, the warm sunlight shines on the French Temple, as if coating the entire temple with a layer of Buddha's light.
The little monk at the door, holding the magic sword, stared straight at the couple walking away.
Qi Qing lowered his eyes and walked beside Shi An, some unknown emotions brewing in his purple eyes, and he smiled softly:
"Master Shi An, I am guilty... I abducted a distinguished monk from the Faguo Temple, a rare find in hundreds of years."
Shi An stopped, turned to Qi Qing, and held Qi Qing's face in his hands.
His heart had never been so alive.
He originally felt that he had been living in a filthy abyss.
Apart from revenge and putting Shang Chen on the throne, he had no desire to live.
But the woman in front of him was an exception. She entered her own world ignorantly.
It turned his dead and dirty world upside down.
He had questioned the Buddha several times, asking why the world was so unfair.
Why is he left alone, struggling in purgatory with no answer?
Now he wonders if the pain he experienced in the past twenty years could have allowed him to meet his lover.
He enjoys it...
Shi An kissed her lips gently: "Close your eyes."
Qiqing blinked her purple eyes obediently and closed them.
"hehe…"
Shi An was obviously in a very good mood.
A very magnetic and charming voice sounded in Qiqing's ears:
"Donor Qiqing, you kidnapped the senior monk from the French Temple. This is your first sin.
You still haven't remembered your immortal brother from Qingyun Mountain Hot Springs. This is your second crime.
You deserve a penalty!"
Qing'er suddenly looked up and saw the extremely aggrieved face, but
Shi An's smile seemed to overflow from his eyes.
"It's you..." Qiqing looked deeply into those charming eyes, her eyes full of surprise and joy.
"What's the punishment?"
Shi An was dazzled by Qi Qing's laughter. He was stunned for a moment, then gently embraced the girl in his arms.
Just leaning against each other quietly like this makes people extremely happy.
"Just punish me... This time, it's your turn, the Seven Emotions Donor, to save me..."
"good…"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
