"The Jiaowei Qin is an ancient Qin. The sound of the Qin can penetrate people's hearts and make restless people calm, half away, and drink tea." A person with great kindness and great love is gentle and gentle to everyone.

Banli took a deep breath and raised his hand to continue drinking tea.

As time goes by, the mottled spots under the bodhi tree become shallower, and the sunlight changes its direction, reflecting the shadow of the mind on the ground, pulling out the old one.

"Buddha rarely plays the harp." Banli looked at the shadow on the ground, showing a faint calmness.

"Because there are very few people in front of me who are as impatient as you. I said everything is determined by fate. You don't need to worry." Nian Sheng smiled softly and raised his head to look at Banli.[

There is no need to care about anything, he will not let her die, at least until he has not recovered his memory.

Banli pursed his lips and slowly lowered his head, "Banli knows."

The sound of the piano was faint, and my half-hearted heart slowly calmed down, and I raised my hand to drink tea.

The sun entered the dusk, and Niansheng's fingertips rested on the strings, playing lightly. Silence surrounded the two people.

Banli looked at Nian Sheng's unmoving expression and wondered, is the Buddha who is so calm really also so peaceful in his heart?

Does Qingshi's life and death no longer matter to him?

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She doesn't care about what she cares about, and she doesn't care about what cares about her.

This world is really weird. Nian Sheng just plays the piano leisurely, seemingly peaceful, but in fact, what is soothing is not his own heart?

Who can remain calm after knowing that their memory has been pulled out?

Although it was insignificant to the memory, he tried his best to suppress the memory that made him emotional, waiting for the day when he would discover it.

One day, he will know everything.

Until then, you can decide whether something is right or wrong.

The color of the sky faded, and the ten glazed lamps in the yard slowly lit up.

Looking up at the blue sky, he looked up and put away the Jiaowei Qin. It was night again.

"Bodhi has no tree, and the bright mirror is not a stand. It's half-departed. It's late today. Go back quickly." Turning the beads in his hand, he stood up and walked to the glass lamp, swept the glass lamp with his fingertips and entered the house.

Banli nodded, turned and left.

Since he said Qingshi would not die, then she must be fine.

In the empty yard, Nian Sheng squatted down and brushed the ground with his hand, "Randeng, Cang Nian, the witch is dead, you can rest assured." [

A shadow could be seen on the ground in a daze. It was Cang Nian and Ran Deng, who put their hands together and calmly recited Amitabha.

The damned is dead after all.

They revived Xiao Yang and transferred all Xiao Yu's magic power to Xiao Yang. They themselves also committed a crime, and they were about to face a catastrophe.

Therefore, they must quickly practice magic day and night to resist the disaster that will suddenly come one day.

Xiao Yang's resurrection was originally dispensable, but Buddha is a person who honors promises and will definitely do it no matter what. Just transfer the magic power to her, whether it will be good or bad, it is impossible to predict.

When Banli arrived at the Fox Clan Palace in the Demon World, it was already night, and the palace was very quiet. He held up the golden lotus as a habit, looked at the wisp of red smoke swimming back and forth inside, and raised his lips with a half-smile.

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Seeing her well, he felt relieved about everything.

"Has the demonic energy in her body been dissipated?" Is having an immortal body a good thing in a certain definition?

Banli raised his hand and said.

Outside the door, someone immediately reported back, "Master, she's not gone yet, but she looks much better, so I think she's almost gone."
Chapter completed!