Chapter 29 Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chong Jie's hand hovered in front of Yang Yizhi, as if he wanted to caress his face, but he was afraid of staining his perfect godlike makeup. He stared at Yang Yizhi, all the sorrow seemed to be swept away, and only admiration and relief remained in his eyes: "I am not wrong, Brahma will definitely move you, and engrave the seal of blessing on our flag." Yang Yizhi turned his face sideways. Chong Jie closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear his glory. After a long time, a smile appeared on his face: "Now, we should go to see the statue." He said and forcibly lifted him up and walked out of the city gate.

The long hem of the clothes swept across the dark corridor, Zhong Jie carefully supported Yang Yizhi, for fear that a trace of dust would contaminate him.This is a short distance, but it seems to have traveled for thousands of years. Finally, he pushed open the stone door at the end of the corridor and came to the palace that was pierced by an arrow. The golden curtain was raised layer by layer, and Chong Jie gently placed Yang Yizhi on the stone seat next to the ground fissure, and meticulously cleaned up his fine clothes without leaving any wrinkles.Then, he tore off the curtains in front of him and laid them flat under his feet.

The moment the curtain fell, Yang Yizhi saw the long-lost figure. Her water-red clothes were already covered in dust, her temple hair was disheveled, and she knelt among the gravel everywhere, motionless. She didn't even notice the arrival of Zhongjie and Yang Yizhi, she just hugged a piece of god statue that hadn't been put together yet, thinking hard. "Princess!" Yang Yizhi couldn't help blurting out.For a moment, he forgot that his acupoints were restricted, and wanted to stand up, but his whole body felt sore. Xiangsi's body trembled, as if waking up from contemplation.

She turned her head, her haggard face was full of astonishment: "Is it you?" Before he could answer, she threw away the gravel in her hands, rubbed her eyes, and a surprised smile appeared on her face: "Is it really you? " Infected by her smile, Yang Yizhi also smiled slightly. He was about to answer, but his sight was blocked by heavy robbery. Chong Jie sneered and said, "Who is he?" He spread his sleeves, but that detached gesture couldn't hide the anticipation and anxiety in his heart: "Do you think he's perfect?" Xiangsi was stunned, as if she just discovered the extremely gorgeous clothes on Yang Yizhi's body, she didn't understand what happened for a moment.

Chong Jie looked into her astonished eyes, and said slightly: "He has already prepared the most perfect attire, waiting for the arrival of Brahma, and what about you? When will your statue be finished?" Xiangsi looked at Yang Yizhi in full dress, and then at him, seeming to understand something: "You want him to welcome Brahma for you?" Chongjie smiled and said: "Yes. He has my blood in his body, he is me, and I am him, and we will never be separated." Xiangsi's astonishment gradually turned into anger: "You said, if I fix the statue for you, you will let him go!"

Yang Yizhi's expression also changed. He didn't expect that on the one hand, Chong Jie used lovesickness to threaten himself, and on the other hand, he also used himself to threaten her. Xiangsi stood up, her gentle face was full of anger, and she walked slowly towards the stone seat: "You dishonest liar, how long are you going to use us? Let him go!" There was a sneer on Chong Jie's pale face. A trace of ominousness rose in Yang Yizhi's heart, and he said to Xiangsi: "Don't come here!" However, it was too late. Chong Jie waved his sleeves suddenly, and Xiangsi fell out like a kite with a broken string.

Standing in the dust, he spread his pale sleeves, and his tattered sash danced in anger without the wind, and asked loudly, "Did I deceive you?" He looked at Xiangsi viciously: "I tell you, as long as the statue is put together, I will let him go." Turning back suddenly, she looked at Yang Yizhi: "I tell you, as long as you put on the crown robe and welcome the blessing of Brahma, you will forgive her." He stood between the two of them, waving his sleeves, and said word by word: "Which point did I deceive you?" Xiangsi got up from the dust, coughed lightly, but couldn't answer.

This may not be deceit, but just a kind of teasing. Chongjie took a deep breath, as if he was forcibly suppressing his anger, and said to Xiangsi, "I lied to you?" He took a few steps forward, dragged Acacia's wrist, pointed at the pile of rubble and said, "What did you do? Brahma is coming tonight, and the statue you put together is just a pile of fragments!" Xiangsi struggled and said: "I can't do it! No matter how these statues are put together, they will split again. I can't do it!" Zhong Jie's face froze instantly. Suddenly, he shook Xiangsi's hand heavily, and a smile bloomed from his bewitching eyes.

Chong Jie slowly walked back to the stone seat, bowed deeply to Yang Yizhi, then picked up his hand, carefully brushed off the sleeves embroidered with weeds, and placed his wrist on the armrest of the stone seat. Yang Yizhi's long sleeves were spread out, hanging down from the left and right armrests, like the incarnation of a god like the bright moon, sitting solemnly in the middle of the stone seat, like the first generation of Asura king, ruling the world. Chong Jie knelt down slowly, and said softly: "The Brahma sacrifice has already begun, and neither you nor I can stop it. Even if you can't make the Brahma statue, it's the same."

"It's just that... if the figure is not spelled together by midnight, he will die." His slender fingers slid across Yang Yizhi's wrist, and gently pierced into the pulse gate. A strand of blood splashed out, turned into a silent sigh, fell to the ground, shattered into countless red beads, and splashed into the unfathomable crack in the ground. Yang Yizhi didn't feel the pain, no matter what Zhong Jie did to him, he would never be surprised, and he couldn't resist. Acacia was frightened and angry: "You... what are you doing?" Chong Jie raised his other hand to his mouth and made a silent gesture, as if he was afraid of disturbing Yang Yizhi, he said softly: "This is the last makeup, only after the blood fades, his complexion will be perfect. Perfect—but it's different from the color I've made through medicine, it's the most natural and perfect paleness."

Xiangsi said: "You will kill him!" Chong Jie smiled faintly, there was no cruelty in his eyes, only helplessness. He looked at Acacia and said, "You were the one who killed him. Because if you can't put together the statue of Brahma, the ceremony can't be held, and his blood can't be stopped." "Remember that original game?" Acacia was startled, she remembered the scene in front of the tombstone. He also smiled gracefully, scratching the scar on the child's wrist. Xiangsi clenched her teeth tightly, she really wanted to rush forward, fight Chong Jie desperately, and rescue Yang Yizhi, but she knew that without her martial arts, she couldn't defeat Chong Jie at all. What's more, at this moment, Zhong Jie seemed so calm, and she had no chance of winning. Yang Yizhi's dripping blood is a silent movement, straight into the eternal crack.As expected, his face became paler and paler, haggard, weak and pale. This paleness reveals a kind of mysterious beauty, making him look ethereal and illusory, like a nightmare from the sky, delicate and fragile. Perhaps, in the next moment, this beauty will be eternal, eternal in the silence of death. Xiangsi let out a suppressed sob, and hurriedly touched the fragments on the ground. She no longer cared about how to put it together, she hurriedly picked up two pieces, put them together, entangled, tied, and pinched them vigorously. She clawed, kicked, elbowed, and bit her teeth.But no matter how hard she tried, what was waiting for her was always a soft "pop", and the fragments split.Just as there is no power in this world that can harm the pieces, so there is no power that can put them back together. Yang Yizhi sat quietly on the stone seat, his eyes gradually dimmed. He looked at the water-red figure who thought about it day and night, and a smile appeared on his face. That is the lotus, he is willing to use his life to turn into a lotus watered by rain and dew. His happiness is to watch her from afar and help her fulfill every little wish.He believed that there were so-called gods and Buddhas in the heavens, so that he could see her again, see that she was safe, and see that she was living freely. So he smiled, and he was deeply relieved. He really wanted to see it more clearly, but he couldn't get closer, or even stand up.He hoped that she could see his smile and stop being miserable. Finally, Acacia was desperate, she raised her head in despair, and in her arms was the head of the stone statue she put together again, but she knew that after a while, this completeness would definitely split apart, just like the sun rising and the moon setting, all God returns to normal. She saw Yang Yizhi's smile, which made her feel intense pain, she couldn't help but rushed over, fell in front of the stone seat, and said sadly: "I'm sorry! I can't save you...I really can't do it! " Zhong Jie didn't stop her, but just watched this scene quietly, as if everything had nothing to do with him. Xiangsi tightly hugged the head of the dharma statue, as if she wanted to use her weak strength to resist the fate that was about to crack.She didn't dare to look up, she didn't dare to see Yang Yizhi's disappointed expression. It was a trust that was disappointed because of her incompetence. Xiangsi sobbed, she would rather split her body apart in exchange for the integrity of the stone statue. A pale hand slowly lifted from the stone seat, and slowly moved to Acacia's face.The pale fingers seemed to want to touch the dust on Acacia's face, but they fell down slumped, as if they had exhausted all their strength. Xiangsi couldn't help stretching out her hand and holding it tightly, bright red blood stained her sleeves, she raised her head and looked at the face that had almost lost all the colors of human fireworks. Under the huge crown, this seems to be the face of the Nine Heavens God, pale, indifferent, proud, and elegant.The only thing that made him look like he was still in the world was that smile. Yang Yizhi struggled to gather the last bit of strength, and said intermittently: "Yes... I'm sorry, I... couldn't... save you... get out..." Acacia couldn't bear it anymore, and finally cried bitterly. The man who had devoted his whole life to saving her was still feeling guilty for not being able to save her in his last life.He didn't blame her at all, nor her incompetence! She hugged Yang Yizhi's arm tightly, tears poured down, and Yang Yizhi's bright red blood stained the broken head of Brahma. The head of this god was stained with the filth of tears and the filth of blood. At this moment, her heart suddenly felt relieved, because he did not blame her. At this moment, his smile was the same as before, loose and peaceful, because he finally found his princess, and even if he couldn't soar through the sky with her, he could finally hold her hand. It is a lifetime to stay together and stay together in the rivers and lakes. It is also a lifetime when two hearts know each other, and a moment of youth is also a lifetime. Suddenly, a strange fragrance rose faintly from the underground palace, filling the entire Black Iron City within a short while.The fragrance is light and long-lasting, just like the fragrance of lotus flowers. A force came suddenly and pulled Acacia up.She raised her head in panic, and saw Chong Jie's eyes full of horror, staring deeply at the Dharma portrait in her arms.She lowered her head subconsciously, her body trembling involuntarily. The head of the Brahma Dharma statue, which was stained with her tears and Yang Yi's blood, was not split, but was tightly pieced together to form a complete Dharma image. A burst of ecstasy rose from the bottom of Xiangsan's heart, and before she even had time to think about the reason, she screamed: "I did it! I did it!" She lifted her head in front of Chong Jie in surprise, and said joyfully, "Let him go!" Chong Jie, who was wearing ascetic clothes, clasped his hands together and bowed down: "You have finally found your own piety." He raised his body slowly and said, "Please finish it." He clasped his hands together again, bowed deeply to Yang Yizhi, and then gently held the scar on his wrist. In the fragrance of the lotus, the scar on Yang Yi's arm closed inconceivably, keeping his life between heaven and man. Xiangsi was excited by the surprise, she hurriedly picked up the fragments on the ground and put them together again. The crack did not reappear, maybe it was really because she found her own piety, and within a quarter of an hour, a majestic Brahma statue stood on the lotus platform. Finally, Xiangsi put a white robe on the body of the statue, breathed a sigh of relief, and backed away. The statue is only as tall as a man, and it is not majestic, but it has the appearance of heaven and earth. The sky cannot be overwhelmed, the earth cannot carry it, the sea cannot be submerged, and the mountains cannot be overwhelmed.It is like the beginning of everything, and it is like the future of everything.It has all the beauty in the world, but bears all the suffering in the world. The cracked lines are all over its body, symbolizing its infinite compassion. The melodious bells rang heavily in the black iron underground palace, and the treasures adorning the entire huge underground palace suddenly shot out an incomparably bright light.That is a sign that the gods are about to come, and all the gods and Buddhas are preparing to welcome the first gods. It is also the deepest blessing in the world, which will be condensed and manifested. There was a loud bang from the huge ground fissure, and a red brilliance shot up, like an aurora, illuminating every detail in the underground palace. All the light was concentrated on the broken stone statue, and an inexplicable brilliance flowed faintly on it, as if it could come alive at any time, showing the supreme power of the gods to the world. Chong Jie's face was full of solemnity, he helped Yang Yizhi up very carefully, the two walked towards the stone statue side by side, and knelt down in front of the stone statue. Under the ascetic clothes and the crown clothes, one is evil and ugly, and the other is the most beautiful and beautiful. Kneeling together is the most pious sacrifice. Chong Jie put his hands on his chest and chanted a series of complex and simple mantras. That was the prayer that the first Asura king chanted when he saw Brahma because of his asceticism.After a long time, Fang Shi finished reading, and carefully unwrapped the Brahma pupil from his neck, and handed it to Yang Yizhi. He didn't dare to offer this Brahma pupil by himself. Because he dare not use his ugliness to blaspheme the gods. Yang Yizhi quietly took the Brahma Eye from Chong Jie's hand, and stood up.He stared at the stone statue in front of him.In the middle of the eyebrows of this cracked stone statue, there is a huge hollow, which is the third eye of Brahma, and it is also the place where the pupil of Brahma is inlaid. Today, the stone statue without Brahma's pupil seems to be crying. Yang Yizhi sighed softly, raised the pupil of Brahma, and embedded it in the eyes of the stone statue.The moment he touched the stone statue, he seemed to hear a sigh. He didn't kneel down again, but just stood in front of the statue, lost in thought. When Brahma's pupils were incorporated into the stone statue, the stone statue suddenly became complete.All the cracks disappeared, and the fragmented pieces of light became a continuous light curtain, lingering around the stone statue, and a faint light came out from the third eye between the eyebrows of the stone statue. All the secrets in the world, as if Everything is revealed in front of this eye.That is the wisdom that God has experienced for hundreds of millions of years, infinitely old and infinitely deep. The huge and strong life rushed into every corner of the stone statue in an instant, and Yang Yizhi suddenly had an illusion that what he was facing was not a cold stone statue, but the real great god who lived high above the nine heavens ! That is a god who is humble, gentle, tolerant of all things, and compassionate.His glory shines on the magnificent Yang Yizhi, and there is no difference between him and the pale and bewitching heavy catastrophe. A pitch-black banner was unfolded in front of Zhongjie. He respectfully bowed behind the banner and said slowly: "Great Brahma, please bless your most devout believers so that this banner can fly forever!" There was ecstasy in his eyes as his wish finally came true, because he really felt the coming of Brahma. The thousands of asuras' ascetic practices finally moved Brahma, the Sanlian City will be rebuilt, and the flag of the undead will fly forever in this ancient land! He was looking forward to, looking forward to the moment when Brahma's lotus imprint would stop forever on the flag of the dead. He couldn't help shaking all over his body, and even stopped breathing. At this moment, he seemed to hear a faint sigh. The Banner of the Dead remained motionless, unchanged. The ecstasy in Zhong Jie's eyes gradually turned into consternation. He raised his head and murmured: "Great god, please bless me..." The stone statue's eyes seemed to penetrate the entire black iron city, looking towards the distant future.In the distant future, are there three cities that will never fall?Are there immortal achievements of the Asura clan? One thing is certain, there will be no more blessings from Brahma there. Chong Jie's body trembled again, but it was trembling of disappointment and despair. He murmured: "Great god, please bless me..." The light in the stone statue's eyes gradually dimmed, as if the eternal god was about to fall back into deep sleep after taking a look at the world. Chong Jie jumped up, hugged the stone statue tightly, and hissed: "Why! Why don't you give your blessing? Is there anything else I haven't done?" His eyes were full of violent pain. He hugged the stone statue, their only hope for thousands of years. The eyes formed by the pupils of Brahma stared at him, and the light of the gem was the indifferent glory of the god. There was a sudden chill in Chong Jie's heart, his eyes widened in fear, and the space between his hands was suddenly empty. The stone statue, which symbolized the eternal majesty of Brahma, suddenly turned into ashes and fell down.Brahma's pupil fell to the ground and fell into three petals, the divine light was gone. Chongjie wailed in despair, and opened his hands frantically, trying to grab the ashes, but suddenly, the red light from the crack in the ground suddenly swelled up and burned loudly, dragging the ashes into it, Then suddenly extinguished. The tragic wailing of the catastrophe almost ran through the entire Black Iron City, blood oozed from his eyes, and he stared blankly at the only thing he could grasp in his hands. That is the robe worn on the stone statue. Dilapidated, the same robes as the ascetic clothes he was wearing. Chong Jie gripped the robe tightly, his knuckles rattling with force. Blood continued to flow from the corners of his eyes, his slender body curled up in pain, and buried his entire face deeply in the robe. A burst of suppressed and crazy laughter came from the robe, and he suddenly tore the robe in his hand with force, and then tore off the ascetic clothes on his body. His silver hair was disheveled, and the shirt on his chest was completely torn, revealing his paper-pale skin. White, without holiness and nobility, covering his body like burning ashes.The blood falling from his eyes was the only color on his body, and a sorrowful smile was drawn on his endlessly bewitching face.