Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Chapter 867: The Snow Falls from the Sky for My Injustice

From the devil to the Buddha, there is no reincarnation, and the heart is unwilling to step into the mortal world!

Lu Jiayao woke up from her dream, not only her dream of spiritual practice, but also her dream of seclusion from the world. She wanted to re-enter the world of mortals, just for one answer: is she a devil or a Buddha?

Lu Jiayao opened her eyes, very calmly and naturally. In her peripheral vision she saw her master Meng Yimeng and the snow falling outside the window.

Lu Jiayao looked at the slightly weathered and aloof figure, she closed her eyes again, a tear slipped down the corner of her eye, she really sympathized with her master, she felt really sorry in her heart, she couldn't bear to tell the truth to Meng Yimeng.

The Yanmeng Sect, which Meng Yimeng had guarded for five hundred years, was destroyed in her dream. Lu Jiayao didn't know how to face Meng Yimeng, but what had she done wrong?

If anyone is to blame, it can only be blamed on the fact that the beginning of Yan Mengzong was a mistake and a lie!

Some things have to be faced eventually!

Meng Yimeng turned around and looked at Lu Jiayao who was crying. He seemed very calm at the moment, but it was obvious that there were traces of tears on his pale face.

"You're awake!"

Lu Jiayao slowly opened her eyes and revealed a bitter smile.

"What's going on? You don't even call me disciple anymore? Master!"

Lu Jiayao stared at Meng Yimeng with tearful eyes. Her meaning was very clear: she recognized this master.

Meng Yimeng also smiled, but it looked so miserable and forced.

"Of all the ways and laws in the world, what we ultimately cultivate is the human heart. A strong heart can break all laws, and a cruel heart can cultivate all ways. Some things should be severed when they should be severed, and some fate should be resolved when it should be resolved!"

Meng Yimeng was preaching and giving his disciple the last lesson. His tone was very calm and sincere!

"You came into my dream, didn't you?"

Lu Jiayao slowly sat up and turned her gaze to the window. She saw bloodstains in the snow at the door.

"Actually, he was right. You're just a little girl, yet you've entered Buddhism. This is how the laws of nature and the world change. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Existence is the law of nature. Whether you're a demon or a Buddha lies in your heart!"

Meng Yimeng did enter Lu Jiayao's dream. When Lu Jiayao walked into the corridor, Meng Yimeng watched the big dream in the corridor turn from Buddha to devil. How sad he felt in his heart!

When Meng Yimeng saw the pitch-black Great Dream Scripture Cave, he was forced to leave the Blood Sea Book Mountain. He left only two tears there, one for the thousand-year-old Yanmeng Sect, and one for himself who had persevered for five hundred years.

Lu Jiayao looked at the falling snow outside the window and did not respond for a long time.

Meng Yimeng looked at Lu Jiayao quietly. Despite her charming and innocent appearance, she now had a heart that was difficult to distinguish between good and evil!

Meng Yimeng herself is not sure whether Lu Jiayao is a demon or a Buddha.

After a long time, Lu Jiayao closed her eyes again and sighed softly:

"sorry!"

This time, Lu Jiayao did not call him Master. She couldn't bring herself to call him Master. She felt that she was not worthy of the name. She had destroyed Meng Yimeng's life dream with her own hands. How could she have the face to call him Master?

"Meeting is fate. Whether it is good or bad is determined by fate, not by our hearts. I am waiting for you here, just to tell you that you are really beautiful. I like your current outfit and appearance. I hope you like it too!"

After Meng Yimeng finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the yard, two lines of clear tears falling silently. The thousand-year-old Yanmeng Sect was destroyed in his hands. He could not forgive Lu Jiayao, and he could not forgive himself even more, but he could not kill Lu Jiayao, and he himself could not die now. This was not their fault!

If we talk about hatred, besides himself, there is another person that Meng Yimeng hates the most at this moment, and that is Ji Xuanyan.

Meng Yimeng woke up when she left the Blood Sea Book Mountain in her dream. Ji Xuanyan had entered the Yanmeng Sect not to heal Shen Yichen's injuries, but to spy on the secrets of the Yanmeng Sect.

Although he hasn't figured out how Ji Xuanyan did it, Meng Yimeng is very sure that Ji Xuanyan's plan to lure him away from Yanmeng Sect was a trap!

Meng Yimeng did not leave silently, there was another meaning. He wanted to say goodbye, say goodbye to Lu Jiayao. It was not just a separation, but a farewell forever. He was going to kill Ji Xuanyan, and he knew that was a road of no return.

Lu Jiayao watched Meng Yimeng's receding figure. She stretched out her hand, wanting to stop her, wanting to call out, but she didn't know where to start. All she could think of was just three words in her heart:

"sorry!"

The snow is falling in Jianying's place, but the love between the master and the disciple is fading. This love between the master and the disciple is short-lived, but it is so sad and heartbreaking.

Lu Jiayao got out of bed and walked to the window. She revealed an indescribable smile, and two rays of true energy condensed in her left and right hands at the same time, one as black as ink, and the other as golden as Buddha's light.

The Great Dream Sutra is both a Buddhist scripture and a demonic scripture, yet Lu Jiayao managed to cultivate both at the same time. Not only did Meng Yimeng not know whether she was good or evil, Lu Jiayao herself was also confused.

At this moment, what emerged in Lu Jiayao's mind was a villa and a figure. The name of the villa was Xiangyun, and the name of the figure was Yichen!

Looking back on the past years, she felt how ridiculous and sad it was that she had become the fellow practitioner of good and evil that she had always wanted to kill!

"Oh my God, this joke you played on me is really too big. Is your Luoxue speaking up for me?"

The small courtyard covered in falling snow disappeared in the Buddha's light and the devil's light, turning into ashes!

Lu Jiayao also disappeared. She became a wanderer, a girl who roamed the world and lurked in the red dust.

Lu Jiayao once felt sorry for her senior sister Yang Jiarui, but now she has to cry for herself all the time. She has no home anymore. In the vast world and the long red dust, wherever she looks, she is lonely!

Two people came to the ruins of Piaoxue Courtyard, the old fortune teller and Shen Jinfei.

"Grandpa, both of their dreams disappeared?"

"Yes, that little girl really did open the Great Dream Sutra Cave. It's a pity that her mind was too strong, and I couldn't enter her dream!"

The old fortune teller looked a little lonely.

"Grandpa, what's there? Is it important?"

"Very important!"

After the fortune-teller finished speaking, the two of them disappeared, out of thin air.

"Brother, why is he here?"

"How would I know!"

"Who is he, big brother?"

"Brother, I don't know!"

"Brother, he doesn't look like a good person!"

"Brother, we both look less like good people now, don't we?"

"Brother, where did that little girl go?"

"Yes, brother, you still know how to use your brain. Isn't she coming to meet Jian Ying as well?"

"Brother, how about we run away together?"

"Run away, you big head ghost, what should we do with him? Aren't we supposed to protect him from death?"

"Brother, if things go wrong we will die!"

"Who says it isn't? Let's wait and see. It's still better to rob in the Night Realm. It's worry-free!"

……

On the ruins of the Piaoxue Courtyard, two men carrying a knife and an axe on their shoulders floated down. They were of course the two heroes of Qihui Mountain. They did not leave.

The snowstorm in Jianying City buried so many broken hearts! Some were heartbroken for love, some for the relationship between master and disciple, and some for friends.

A'mei, the immortal celestial being, doesn't have many friends, and she has more enemies, both good and evil. But in this sword-wielding flying snow, she was hurt by her friends.

Ah Mei doesn't care about the injuries on her body, she cares about her broken heart.

In the falling snow at dusk, A-mei and Li Hongxu with a crooked mouth were making snowmen, three small snowmen and one big snowman, with one of the small snowmen sitting on the big snowman.

Li Hongxu builds the shapes, while A-mei paints the faces!

After the snowman was built, Ah Mei pointed at the two little snowmen standing together and said:

"Their names are Renwu and Renliu, and they live in Jueqing Temple, across from Xuankong Mountain in Jianying City. I like the name of Jueqing Temple, but they don't. Every time I come, they hang up a sign that says Jueqing Temple, and when I leave, they hang up a sign that says Renwu and Renliu Temple. They are two monks, one black and one white, who love to play and drink, but I never knew their cultivation was so high!"

After Ah Mei finished speaking, she slapped each of them with a palm, and the five or six people turned into falling snow.

The bad chess player stood in front of the window, his expression slightly stunned. He felt the murderous intent from A-mei.

"You should have heard of the remaining man's name, Yanquan's Immortal Spiritual Child. I always thought the strong man was just a puppet, but after this fight, I realized that Immortal and Spiritual Child are two different people. We are a pair of demon children from Yanquan, and we are considered friends. Our relationship is not very deep, but we appreciate each other more for each other's titles!"

After saying this, A-mei did not destroy the snowman of the Immortal Spirit Boy. She had no intention of killing him, but the bad chess player hit the snowman with a palm. The snowman did not break, but only the head and body were separated.

Li Hongxu's face was filled with anger. After a few kicks, the Immortal Spirit Child's head and body turned into broken snow.

"Brother, let him take you back to Cangyun Sect. Sister can't go back with you!"

After A-mei finished speaking, she walked out of the yard without looking back or waving goodbye.

Li Hongxu stood in a daze in the falling snow. He did not try to keep her, nor did he see her off.

After a long time,

"Senior, please follow me back to Cangyun Sect!"

After Li Hongxu finished speaking, a sword intent floated past, and in the small courtyard, thousands of snow swords broke through the air and flew away.

"you……!"

The bad chess player looked at Li Hongxu in shock and remained silent for a long time!