PFC Chapter 376 (Additional Words) The Master Who Killed His Disciples to Achieve the Way 42
Chapter 376 (Additional Words) The Master Who Killed His Disciples to Achieve the Way 42
He looked at the familiar figure, a complex emotion welling up in his heart, a mixture of ecstasy at recovering what he had lost, and unspeakable pain.
Xueyi did not notice Jili's approach. Her eyes were always on Wenjue, full of tenderness and love.
Ji Li looked at her happy appearance and felt mixed emotions. He was happy for her but sad for himself.
He walked behind Xue Yi and called softly, "Axue..." His voice was low and hoarse.
Xue Yi's body stiffened. She slowly turned around and looked at Ji Li with a hint of confusion and strangeness in her eyes.
Ji Li looked at her familiar yet unfamiliar face and felt a sharp pain in his heart. He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her, but was afraid of breaking this brief silence.
"Don't you remember me..."
The sudden loneliness broke the originally peaceful atmosphere.
Wen Jue had seen Ji Li. The news that the Buddhist leader was crazy about love had already spread throughout the continent. Who didn't know about it?
The thousand-year-old Bodhi seed, who had always been free from desires and had attained great enlightenment, broke his vows for the sake of a woman, which was shameful for Buddhism.
He was deserted by everyone and had nothing left.
Now, the thing he had been pursuing all his life was about to marry another person.
She had forgotten him and didn't remember him.
Wen Jue looked at Ji Li, who was exhausted and haggard, and smiled faintly, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He gently put his arm around Shen Xueyi's shoulders, protecting her behind him, and whispered in her ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Then, he turned to Ji Li, his voice low and powerful: "Jili, you see, she is now my young master's concubine, and she is living a happy life. She has forgotten you and doesn't remember you, this is a fact. I hope you can respect her choice and stop pestering her."
"Three years ago, the Shen Xueyi who was reviled and condemned by the world had died."
"The only one here now is my wife."
Ji Li stood there, looking at Wen Jue and Shen Xueyi with empty eyes. He looked at Shen Xueyi's unfamiliar eyes, and an indescribable sadness surged in his heart.
Three years ago today, they were close.
Today, three years later, they are about to part.
Ji Li's body trembled, as if all his strength was drained away in an instant.
He looked at Shen Xueyi deeply, then turned and left, his back looking lonely and resolute.
As night fell, the Demon Palace was shrouded in darkness.
Jili returned quietly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
He walked silently through the corridor and came to Wen Hai's bedroom. The sword in his hand was half drawn. He was ready to fulfill his promise to Yin Zhiyuan and kill Wen Hai.
However, just as he was about to take action, a gentle voice broke the silence of the night: "A Li."
He looked up and saw Xue Yi standing quietly under the moon. She had changed out of her wedding dress. The moonlight sprinkled on her, as if she had been covered with a layer of silver gauze. Her eyes were complex and deep, as if she could see through all the struggles and pain in his heart.
The man's eyes flashed with ecstasy, and he asked her: "Do you remember?"
Xue Yi slowly approached him, and every step seemed to be stepping on his heart. There was a complex light flashing in her eyes, as if she was both confused and expectant.
"I..." she began, her voice soft and trembling.
Ji Li stared at her closely, afraid to miss every subtle expression on her face.
He reached out and wanted to hold her hand, but was afraid that his action would scare her.
Xue Yi looked at his outstretched hand, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her hand and gently touched Ji Li's hand.
"I don't remember clearly, but, Ali, I know what you are going to do."
"You can't kill Wen Hai. He is Wen Jue's uncle, and also... mine."
"If Wen Hai is killed, Fuling will also be sad."
Jili never thought that these would be the words she was about to say.
He paused, his face was dull for a moment, he opened his mouth but no sound came out, his voice was hoarse, "Axue, I will be sad too."
"How could you just forget about me like this..."
Xue Yi raised the corners of her lips and smiled calmly: "Everything in the past is just empty."
"I only recognize the string of Buddhist beads on your wrist."
Jili's gaze fell on the snow-white and thin wrist bones. The Buddhist beads were round, having been immersed in his Buddhist aura for many years.
But before long, this string of Buddhist beads was also stained with her scent.
Her warmth and her body fluids, bit by bit, soaked through his carefully crafted and crystal clear Buddhist beads, and also soaked through his heart.
Now, do you want to completely escape from him just by saying "forget it"?
Ji Li's eyes darkened, and a trace of crazy obsession flashed in his eyes. He suddenly grabbed Xue Yi's wrist with such force that her slender wrist bone was almost crushed. He said in a deep voice, "Axue, come with me! You can't stay here, you can't forget our past, I will take you back."
Xueyi felt pain and frowned, but she was stubborn and refused to make a sound. She tried to break free from Jili's restraints, but the man was too strong and she couldn't move at all.
At this moment, a cold figure appeared in front of the two.
Wen Jue's face was livid, and his eyes were flashing with anger. He pushed Ji Li away, protected Xue Yi behind him, and said in a cold voice: "Jili, you've gone too far. I told you, she doesn't remember you anymore, don't bother her anymore."
The next moment, a large number of demon soldiers appeared around them, appearing like ghosts and surrounding them like a solid wall.
There was a warning in the man's voice: "This young master will give you ten breaths to leave. After ten breaths, you will be considered an intruder who broke into my Demon Palace without permission and will be killed without mercy."
Ji Li closed his eyes and exhaled heavily. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Xue Yi, "I won't let go."
"You were the first to come into my life, and fate has brought us together, and I will never let go."
"Love, hate, anger, and ignorance, there is persistence and continuity."
"Jili won't forget, and I believe that neither will you."
After he finished speaking, the man was enveloped in Buddha's light and slowly disappeared into the silent night sky.
Xue Yi lowered her eyes, held in Wen Jue's arms, and remained silent.
After a long while, she said in a hoarse voice: "Wen Jue, I..."
"Good boy, no need to explain, I believe it."
He believed everything she said.
The man placed his index finger against her lips and led her back to their bedroom.
In the bedroom, red candles flickered, illuminating the large red wedding characters that filled the room. On the bed, a brocade quilt with auspicious dragons and phoenixes was spread out, emitting a faint fragrance.
Outside the window, the moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the delicate window lattices, reflecting mottled light and shadows.
The flickering red candles illuminated the intimate figures of the two. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Today is our wedding day, and tonight is our wedding night."
"Nothing else is as important as these."
"Axue, I waited for three years before you were willing to marry me."
"It has never been a secret that I like you. You already know my feelings a long time ago. No matter what you say, I will believe it." The voice was low and gentle, with endless doting.
"Be good. Tonight, your world can only have me."
Xue Yi raised her head and met his deep eyes. She bit her lower lip lightly, slowly stretched out her hands and put her arms around Wen Jue's neck.
"Ajue, I...I am no longer a virgin."
A smile flashed in Wen Jue's eyes. He leaned down and gently kissed her lips. Between her lips and teeth, they felt each other's breath and temperature, lingering and passionate.
"I love you, nothing else."
"I only care about what's between us."
The past is all gone to dust.
He held the back of her head with one hand and her waist with the other, holding her tightly against him.
The wedding gown was completely taken off, revealing his upper body. A thin layer of sweat hung on his muscular body, making him look sexy and alluring. He then leaned over and bit her earlobe.
His bony fingers clasped hers tightly, the bed curtains fell, the red candles flickered, the rising and falling tides and the dark sands beat against the shore, a silent indulgence.
In the midst of her chaotic breathing, she opened her hazy eyes and saw his drooping eyelashes and flushed cheeks and ears. The man's whole body was dyed with a beautiful light pink, which was extremely attractive.
On weekdays, he was gentle and considerate, and really doted on her.
But he was really not gentle at all in this matter, and could be considered paranoid and crazy. The man curved his lips, enjoying the look of her dazed look. He curved his lips and asked again in an almost bewitching manner: "Who am I?"
"Wen...Wen Jue..."
"Who is Wen Jue?"
"Husband..."
……
Three days later, Jili found the right opportunity and brought Xue Yi out of the Demon Palace.
His Buddhist beads grew several times larger, balancing her.
Jili brought her back to his villa in the human world, which was surrounded by Buddha's light and isolated from the outside world.
Inside the courtyard, there were pavilions, towers, and gurgling water, just like his elegant temperament. The man stroked her cheek, his eyes full of complicated emotions, "Axue, this is the only way I can keep you by my side."
Xue Yi was placed in an elegant room, the shadows of bamboo outside the window swayed, reflected on her pale face.
Her hands were bound by the power of the Buddhist beads and she could not move.
Jili came every day and sat quietly beside her, sometimes playing the piano, sometimes reciting scriptures. He was extremely considerate to her, but still could not shake her desire to leave.
"Jili, why are you doing this? I've forgotten it, I just forgot it, I can't remember it." She leaned on the couch, looking tired.
Ji Li couldn't help shaking his head, his voice was hoarse: "I don't believe it, you will remember it, you will."
The Buddhist beads on his wrist poured down and changed into different shapes.
The woman was picked up from the couch and placed on the sandalwood bed he had found. It was made of the finest materials. Her body was delicate, so she deserved the best.
The golden thread intertwined in her hair, brushing away the messy hair on her forehead.
He took off his robe, took her hand, and led her to touch the place that she had loved so much before.
His collarbone, the red mole on his waist, his hair, his chest, everything about him.
Obviously, these were what she loved the most before, but now, even if he used the thing he was most proud of to seduce her, she would not be tempted anymore.
Because she no longer loves him, but she used to love him.
Jili never believed in fate. Fankong told him that only after he had experienced all the love, hate, anger and ignorance could he achieve enlightenment.
What is enlightenment?
Was it because he saw her disappear before his eyes, feeling extremely heartbroken, or because he had been searching for her for three years in vain, tormenting himself beyond recognition?
He broke his vow and even looked forward to every attack of the poison.
Because every time at this time, she could always make him feel that she loved him.
Even if it's just loving his body.
Ji Li didn't understand what Shen Xueyi liked about him. During all the years that she had been carefully pursuing him, he always wanted to know what she liked about him.
But whether she was happy or in love, she only said that she liked him and loved him, but never told him the reason.
Even if Xue Yi told him that she was just attracted by her beauty, he could accept it.
But she never wanted to tell him why.
In this case, he can only verify it himself.
"You used to like this red mole on my waist the most. You said it looked like a drop of red on white jade, or a red plum blossom in the snow."
"Here, you like to hold it. You said it makes you feel safe and it feels good to be pinched."
"Here, you like to kiss me here and leave a mark. You say this is proof of our love."
"Shen Xueyi, I gave you everything. I have nothing left."
"You can't abandon me again."
He kissed her lips, pressing her obsessively. The red mole between his eyebrows echoed the one on his waist, shining with a different kind of light.
Then he passed something into her mouth. As soon as it went down her throat, the long-lost burning sensation came back.
Xue Yi's pupils suddenly widened. This brother actually fed her the lust poison? !
I finally solved it, why...
Soon, she understood what the man was thinking.
Ji Li's big hand wandered around her waist, lifted her up, leaned over to her ear, and spoke almost in a whisper: "I'll make you remember."
"Remember, all we have."
His Buddhist beads floated in the air, magnified several times, and cut off her way to leave.
In front of the desk, beside the couch, in front of the window, in front of the bronze mirror, on the swing, under the moon...
Little by little, he took her to appreciate and recall all the past.
Nothing has changed, they still fit so well.