Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

There was only one person, whom Gongzi Xiaona and Xixueyi exchanged a glance, both of them understanding.

"Tonight, I will enter her dream and uncover the truth."

"Enter her dream, this?"

"Ha, you are a gentleman. I, your young master, will gladly accept this despicable act. There is no need to tarnish your reputation as the Eight-Colored Scholar Crane."

Gu Su Huan Jian was a little confused: "Hey, what kind of riddles are you talking about?"

"She is the prime suspect, having monopolized the spring breeze and left behind the peony."

"what!"

Gu Su Huan Jian absolutely refused to believe that the courtesan was from the Ghost Prison, and immediately said, "I will not allow anyone to touch Miss Peony!"

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Xi Xueyi pulled them apart once more.

"Besides the courtesan, there is another person we should pay attention to."

"Who?"

"A mountain and water boy who appeared out of nowhere in the Western Desert."

"Xi Xueyi, your wisdom has finally returned. Before I came here, I heard a rumor that several Buddhists have been killed recently, and the person who appeared at the scene was that harmless mountain and water boy."

Gu Su Huan Jian still refused to believe it: "Are all you Confucian scholars so prone to suspicion? Shan Shui Lang is too weak to even kill a chicken, what a joke!"

The young master accepted the remark and left the back garden: "All brawn and no brains."

"you!"

Feeling frustrated, Gu Su returned the sword and searched the building, but found no trace of Shan Shui Lang. So she simply left the market.

Since the Devouring Mouth is the sealed location of the Ghost Prison, why not go there and explore for clues?

After walking for dozens of miles, suddenly, a faint flute melody drifted through the cold wind. Gu Su Huan Jian immediately stopped and listened intently.

"It's my friend's flute playing, I'm absolutely certain!"

Shocked, Gu Su turned her sword and rushed towards the direction from which the flute sound came.

A moment later, a Buddhist monk and a swordsman stood facing each other in the wilderness.

The Buddha carries the eight Kalachakras on his back, like an angry Vajra.

The swordsman silently played his flute, but the dark sword behind him stirred with murderous intent.

In the midst of the grim atmosphere, Gu Su Huan Jian was astonished to find his old friend reborn before him!

"Stubborn and incorrigible, the law has no choice but to take you down!"

The Buddha was none other than Vajrapani, one of the Four Dhyana Heavens of the Western Buddha. He was investigating the Buddha's murder and had followed the case all the way to this place, where he found the scholar had disappeared and the swordsman had appeared.

Just as Fawei Jingang was about to make his move, Gusu Huanjian rushed over with tears in his eyes, crying out, "My dear friend!"

"Ok?"

But then the mysterious swordsman turned around and looked back. In an instant, a white light flashed before his eyes. When the dust settled, the swordsman had vanished from the wilderness.

"where is the guy?"

Gu Su Huanjian looked around blankly and called out loudly, "My friend, Zhang Chou Wuqi, come out! If you're still alive, why are you avoiding me? I'm your sworn brother!"

The scattered cries brought no response. Gu Su Huanjian was at a loss and heartbroken.

Fawei Jingang walked to his side and asked, puzzled, "Zhang Chou Wuqi? Friends? What exactly is going on?"

"It's all your fault, you stinking bald monk, letting your friend slip away. Watch how Gusu Huanjian deals with you! Drink!"

The heartbroken Gu Su returned the sword and unreasonably punched and kicked him.

Fawei Vajra frowned and said, "Conflict is pointless. I hope that when you are calm, you will go to the Guilong Tree in the western corner of the Western Buddhist Realm. This humble monk will be waiting for you here."

The Buddhist monk vanished, leaving Gu Su, who was even more furious.

"Come back! If you have the guts, fight!"

The wilderness was silent, and the leaves fell coldly.

Gu Su Huanjian didn't know whether what he was seeing was real or an illusion. He had been pursuing this for a long time and was willing to die to avenge his friend. If it was really a case of endless revenge, why was he hiding from him?

Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Return the sword to Gusu."

"you!"

Turning around in astonishment, the person before him was none other than the handsome young man from the mountains and rivers.

Gu Su Huanjian grabbed his chest and said, "Shanshui Lang, tell me, where is my friend? What is your relationship with him?"

“Aunt, Aunt… Gu Su returned the sword. Your friend is already dead. Maybe you, like me, just saw a ghost.”

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Chapter 433 Sacrificing Oneself for Benevolence, the Wish of the Sangharama

Shanshui Lang's explanation did not convince Gusu to return the sword.

On the contrary, Gu Su Huan Jian became even more convinced that he was faking it, and his original protectiveness towards him turned into anxiety as his friend appeared and then disappeared.

brush!

With her sword drawn, Gu Su returned the sword without mercy and thrust it at Shan Shui Lang, trying to force him to reveal the truth.

"Auntie, auntie... Gu Su returns the sword, don't force me, your friend is really dead, I'm not lying to you."

Just as Shanshui Lang was in dire straits, Xi Xueyi arrived and said, "Gusu Huanjian, you're drunk."

"If I don't see my old friend tonight, I won't let anyone get away with it!"

A disagreement arose, and swords clashed. In an instant, the sword light surged like a tide, mercilessly sweeping towards the mountain and water man.

"Ok?"

Just as Xi Xueyi was about to stop Gu Su from returning the sword, she discovered that Shan Shui Lang dodged left and right with the agility of a feather, showing no signs of injury in his movements.

"I'm outta here, I'm outta here!"

Shanshui Lang leaped into the air, flew over Xi Xueyi's head, and fled rapidly into the distance.

Gu Su returned the sword and the fight raged. Seeing that he was about to escape, Wu Geng Can Yue used his ultimate move and instantly attacked Shan Shui Lang.

"Uh!"

Even though Shanshui Lang dodged swiftly, the sword's edge still left a wound on his ankle, and Shanshui Lang fell from the air.

Gu Su refused to let go of the sword, and thrust it again.

"have no choice."

Xi Xueyi stepped forward to cover them, and with her fingers forming a sword, she sent swords flying towards Gusu to return the sword.

Bang bang bang!

Several impacts rang out, the powerful force of which forced Gu Su to calm down and return her sword.

"Alright, Shanshui Lang, I'll listen to your explanation."

Having narrowly escaped death, the mountain hermit stammered, "Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Say it!"

“I consider myself well-read, but I have always had terrible luck in exams. I always fail and am often ridiculed by others. Once, I failed again and, in despair, I hanged myself.”

Gu Su Huan Jian looked on in disbelief: "You committed suicide? You're saying you're a ghost?"

"After I hanged myself, I suddenly entered a vast, desolate void. I thought it was hell, and someone in hell was speaking to me. Here are the details..."

After committing suicide, Shan Shui Lang's whereabouts became unknown.

Suddenly, a faint voice rang out: "Failed scholar, do you think you're dead?"

"Am I not dead?"

"You did not die because your sins from past lives have not been atoned for, and your destiny in this life has not yet ended."

"What past sins, what destiny in this life? I don't understand. Who are you?"

“I am the one who will guide you, my friend. You have a purpose, so do not underestimate yourself.”

Disheartened, Shan Shui Lang retorted, "What use am I? You're lying to me, aren't you?"

"Ha, you still have your destiny. How can death end it? It will only lead to another cycle of suffering. Since I wish to save you, it is to break your cycle of reincarnation and fulfill your destiny from past lives."

"Destiny, destiny, what exactly is this destiny you're talking about?"

"Send this Buddhist book to the Void Treasury of the Western Buddhist Realm. If you encounter any danger along the way, the person in the book will save you."

As the words were spoken, a Buddhist scripture flew automatically into the hands of the mountain and water man.

But he asked, puzzled, "Why would delivering a book be dangerous?"

"Because your eyes will become the guide for the people in the book. Only you can open this book, and your destiny is closely linked to that of the people in the book. Remember, never reveal it, otherwise, if the wheel of fate changes, it will not only affect you and him, but the whole world."

After the voice finished speaking, Shan Shuilang was pushed out by an inexplicable force and returned to this world.

"After that, I came to the Western Buddhist Realm, and from then on, my eyes could see ghosts, which is the swordsman you mentioned."

Gu Su Huan Jian said irritably, "So this is your secret? What the hell? I think you're the real devil."

Xi Xueyi murmured to herself, "The Western Buddhist Realm, Qing Sui Buddhist Disciple, Yama's Ghost Prison, but if the book truly tells of Zhang's endless revenge, why would he slaughter Buddhists?"

"Why think so much? Anyway, we're going to the Western Buddhist Realm to warn those bald monks, so why not escort Shan Shui Lang to the Void Treasury?"

Gusu always preferred a direct and straightforward approach.

Shanshui Lang immediately said, "That Master Fawei Jingang is very fierce. Xi Xueyi, you and Gusu Huanjian will accompany me to complete the mission. Once the book is delivered, my destiny will be fulfilled."

"Walk."

The three set off immediately.

Fortunately, Youxiantai was not too far from the Western Buddhist Realm. Following the instructions of Dharmakṣaṇī, the three of them first arrived at the Guilong Tree in the western corner.

On the Guilong Tree, it remains green through countless eons, its branches flourishing year after year; beneath the Guilong Tree, countless strands of hair carry a deep sense of melancholy.

Dharmakirti was sitting cross-legged, constantly turning the prayer beads in his hand.