"Mother—"

The soft whisper, extremely soft, spread into Song Qingxiao's divine consciousness.

Her heart fluctuated, and this call overlapped with the childish voice of the child in the cellar.

Song Qingxiao turned around, and across the long stairs, saw the little boy.

He tilted his head and raised his legs laboriously, about to step on the wet ladder.

On the stone steps, countless black airs are waiting to wait for the host, rushing to swim towards the boy under the stone steps, and instantly gather at his feet, forming a huge black vortex, waiting to be with him Step into it with one foot.

‘Oh-ho-ha-’

In the terrifying abyss formed by the devilish energy, a terrifying dark power swept over.

They are like parasites, looking forward to pulling a pure child into this endless abyss.

Some black mist couldn't stand it, igniting like a flame, forming a black flame mountain.

A strange scream came from the black flames, and Buddhism was stained and contaminated.

"Don't..."

When Song Qingxiao saw this scene, her pupils shrank sharply and shouted loudly.

A shackle in the sea of ​​knowledge broke, and she rushed down the steps without a word.

"Mother—"

With the mentality of a pilgrimage, the child yelled out these two words with very different meanings to him, and his bare feet fell to the ground.

'boom! ’

The toes fell to the ground, blood splashing everywhere.

The echo vibrated away, and the fierce black Qi let out a sharp and harsh laugh.

Song Qingxiao stretched out, tentatively pushed the hands behind him, passed through his thin chest, his body passed through her phantom, and stepped onto the steps.

‘Huh--’

Amidst the frequent screams, black energy rushed into the body of the ignorant young boy.

Between the teenager's feet and ankles, weird black runes burst out abruptly.

The rune spread all the way up, his pupils instantly turned black, swallowing the whites of his eyes, and his body bent down in pain, unable to straighten up for a long while.

"...Just a passerby..."

Song Qing's small body crossed against him, still maintaining the movement of reaching out to stop him, the words of the huge thread-lifting demon soul sounded in his mind.

"...Seeing what happened...I can't change..."

"Mother... Mother..." The little teenager murmured painfully at the moment he was invaded by the devilish energy.

Her illusory shadow touched the young man's back, so close, but there was no way to comfort him, and she could only watch with cold eyes.

The young Ah Qi didn't know what had happened, the pain of devilish energy invading his body, he quickly survived, and stood up again.

"Mother."

He moved his legs, and the newly emerging black lines on his legs had disappeared into his skin.

The little boy didn't know it at all. The woman he wanted to find with all his heart was right by his side, with a complicated look, silently accompany him through the long stairs.

"Woohoo..."

As the wizards cleaned the stairs, the crowd evacuated violently surrounded them again timidly.

The blood on the steps has been washed away, no stains and blood stains are visible, but the corpses below have piled up like a bank of small banks.

"Grandpa...Grandpa..."

In the howling crowd, a thin child in a sack shouted helplessly.

He couldn't cry anymore, and his small, palm-sized face was filled with suppressed fear and anxiety.

"Grandpa...where are you?"

There were crying crowds all around, and everyone's faces were filled with grief and despair.

Someone was rummaging through the dead bodies on the ground, trying to find the remains of their loved ones.

Some people knelt down under the stairs and cried to the Buddha to allow them to stay.

When the child was young, when the monk drove him away, he was pushed by the flustered crowd and separated from his grandfather.

Song Qingxiao, who was following the young Aqi, turned his head when he heard the call.

That old man was already dying, he just kept relying on that breath.

At the moment it happened, he was trampled on by the rushing crowd, fearing that his vitality would end early.

Her gaze followed the steps that were still dripping with water and fell into the pile of corpses below.

Even though Song Qing was in a small state of mind, he couldn't help but feel compassion at this time.

The child might have guessed the result, but he didn't want to believe it. He just looked up at the Buddhist academy above.

The gate of the Buddhist temple is open, and the golden Buddha inside is looming.

"Buddha bless……"

There was a light of hope in his eyes, as if waiting for a miracle.

More and more people were rummaging through the corpses, and some found their dead relatives, holding them in their arms and crying loudly.

Some people still have a glimmer of hope, hoping that their loved ones will just be separated from themselves.

Some people found their family members who had not yet completely died from the piled up corpses and shouted ecstatically.

Sorrow, joy, separation, and union are shown here one by one.

In Song Qingxiao's cold eyes, waves were finally caught, and they were no longer calm as if they were not close to people.

The noise outside attracted the attention of the mage in the temple, and a gray-clothed mage holding a broom rushed out of the temple fiercely:

"Diao Min dare to come again..."

With a loud shout, he immediately aroused Song Qingxiao's vigilance.

"bad!"

The people who were driven out were already afraid of the temple, and they dared not step forward easily, fearing that their feet and body stains would stain the temple.

Only Ah Qi, who came from afar, wanted to find her own mother, and stepped up the steps despite the difficulties.

At this moment, he bears the brunt, which may cause the monk's killing intent.

"Mother..."

The call of Xiao Aqi in his childhood overlaps with his video and audio when he was looking for a "mother" in his childhood, and it is deeply imprinted into the sea of ​​knowledge of Song Qing's small child.

Song Qingxiao's heart seemed to have some enlightenment, and a strange feeling of compassion was born, and the subconscious desire to protect him overwhelmed everything.

This made her forget her own situation, and forgot what the giant thread demon soul said, she was just a ‘passenger’ here.

She even forgot that most of her power was sealed, and the power that could be used was only 60% of the peak state.

Kieyin on both hands, she subconsciously shouted:

"Draw the ground as a prison, sleepy!"

The moment the tactics of the word "Lin" were exported, the imprisoned seal was broken.

‘Om----’

A halo flashed over the sky above Tiandao Temple, as if trembling because of her power.

The light of the word'Benevolence' in her palm flashed slightly, bursting into a scorching halo.

It had been disconnected from her for a long time, and in the soul, the word "Pro" that had never been sensed, suddenly appeared!

Endless spiritual power poured into her veins and dantian, and with the return of these powers, immediately-'bing','fighting','zhe','all','front', several words order one by one. Emerge.

The strength is soaring bit by bit, returning to the top level of the Awakening Realm, and then to the peak strength of the Awakening Realm, and finally staying at the threshold of breaking through the void realm.

I don't know if it is Song Qing's little illusion, the power that has returned again seems to have been sealed, and it seems to have become more powerful.

She felt the abundance of physical strength again, and then opened her eyes.

The field formed by the word ‘Lin’ broke through the ‘passenger’ curse of the huge threading devil soul, trapping the evil monk in gray clothes inside.

But the power of the huge thread-lifting demon soul that controls the laws of time and space far exceeded Song Qingxiao's expectations. This kind of "out of control" only appeared for a moment before being separated again.

The grey-clothed monk held the broom stiff for a while. He didn't seem to realize that he had lost consciousness a few seconds before, but stared at the little boy fiercely:

"Where is the beggar, don't get out of the way, your grandfather Buddha will punch out your soul!"

With a wave of his sturdy arm, the broom was raised high, making a ‘swish’ sound.

As a "weapon" previously used to violently drive people away, the blood stains on the bamboo strips of the broomstick have not yet dried.

Song Qingxiao was quarantined again, unable to exert any more effort.

The little boy was isolated and helpless. In front of the gray-clothed monk, he looked so thin and weak, unable to withstand his blow.

Song Qing's body flashed and stood in front of Ah Qi.

She knew that she was'incompatible' with this world, and could no longer cover the wind and rain for this young boy who insisted on seeking a mother.

This feeling of powerlessness made her feel slightly moved, but she was reluctant to stand by.

She opened her arms, trying to hug the thin young man into her arms, as he did when he was a child—

Just as the broom was about to fall off, the boy with disheveled hair raised his head:

"Have you seen my mother?"

The moment he looked up, Song Qingxiao met his eyes and saw his eyes.

Those eyes had become blood red, and there were countless black lines swimming in them.

The existence of every black line is like a cry of an evil spirit.

In this eye, **** is loaded, and the abyss is loaded.

The moment he looked at him, the unsuspecting Song Qingxiao also seemed to be burned by this force, his eyes became slightly hot, and then he felt violent swelling and pain.

Something wanted to drill into her eye sockets, and a dark, desperate breath came over, and the pain made her subconsciously close her eyes.

Scales appeared on the eyelids, and the powerful spiritual power quickly dispelled the demon energy that was trying to invade.

Her eyes were stained with dark gold, and the devilish energy wandered around her eyes, forming a circle of weird totems, but it was difficult to invade the defenses of the scales, and finally dissipated in failure.

Behind her, the gray-clothed monk facing Ah Qi was not so lucky.

At the moment when he met Ah Qi's eyes, the demon energy easily invaded the person's consciousness and soul, causing his eyes to quickly be copied with the same dark shadow.

"Mother..." His face instantly turned pale, and his movements became sluggish.

The raised arm was stuck in the air, and followed Ah Qi's words mechanically.

After a long time, he put his hand down, his fierce expression became much more daze, he tilted his head and thought:

"I didn't see your mother, but I can take you in and wait."

This is A Qi's inner thoughts-to find Song Qingxiao's existence, just wait for her here.

When she met him, she had shown great interest in Haining County and Tiandao Temple.

As long as he waits here, one day, she will come back here again.

"Ok."

The little boy nodded obediently and responded.

The monk wanted to come and lead him, he hesitated, squeezed his two small hands, and shook his head:

"I can't hold you, it will hurt you."

The monk's face was pale, and his eyes were abnormally black. Hearing this, he didn't respond much, and he just walked toward the temple of the Buddha.

The young Ah Qi staggered behind him and limped into the temple.

The moment he stepped into the temple gate, a golden glow surged above the Buddha statue in the temple.

But under his feet, black air spread out, mixed with the roar of the undead.

‘Crack—’

‘Crack! ’

Facing the golden Buddha in the main hall, there was a slight cracking sound.

This voice was so subtle that it was submerged in the monks' chanting and the cries of the people outside. No one heard clearly except Song Qingxiao, who was isolated from this time and space.

The light of the golden body of the Buddha dimmed, and two thin cracks appeared under the eye sockets of the huge Buddha's head, like the two tears that the Buddha statue shed after being contaminated by the devilish energy.

It is a pity that it can neither bless the believers in the world who worship it, nor can it protect itself.

Song Qing's small figure followed A Qiyi into the Tiandao Temple and looked at the scene in the Buddhist temple.

The furnishings here are 80% similar to the sealed Tiandao Temple 800 years later.

It is still a tall and wide building, a huge Buddha statue made of pure gold.

Two rows of Buddha statues squatted high on the jade platform, overlooking the believers and sentient beings, their hands clasped together, and a face of compassion.

It's just that there are no hanging yellow sails above his head, and no hanging corpses.

Under the Buddha statue, there is an extremely eye-catching giant merit box filled with silver coins.

In the copper furnace on the side, the most valuable sandalwood incense is constantly lit all the year round, and it is ignited leisurely, enshrining these cold Bodhisattvas~lightnovelpub.net~ The ferocious ashes that used to drive away the poor. Dharma monks, at this time, no longer see the previous violence, become obedient and humble in front of the Bodhisattva, carefully watching these incense sticks, so as not to make them go out-as if this is the only major thing they pursue in their life.

‘Crack—Crack—’

The crackling sound was endless, and the rows of golden Buddhas cracked one by one.

Where Ah Qi walked, in every footprint, there was a large amount of black air invading into every corner of this temple.

Every time he took a step, a golden Buddha cracked.

The Buddha statue after the split was dim and spiritually lost.

"I'll show you to the room you live in. Every morning and evening class is indispensable."

The monk who led the way looked dull, and ordered mechanically, as if he was completing a long-familiar task.

"What is morning and evening class?"

Ah Qi asked curiously.

The monk said:

"Pious chanting, the Bodhisattva senses your sincerity and will naturally bless you."

The little boy no longer asks for blessing himself, but when he heard this, his eyes lit up:

"Can you get what you want?"

The gray-clothed monk nodded, his expression stiff:

"……can."

"Can the Bodhisattva bless me and find my mother?"

After a long while, the monk seemed to understand his words, and he nodded dullly:

"……can."

"I will never miss morning and evening classes!" The little boy vowed to himself that this was the last time he saw the gray-robed monk.

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