Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Originally, Su Qiao wanted to be the sweetest candy in Shen Xiujin's life and wanted to protect him... Now it seems that she can't do it.

The immortal body and the eyes of the past life are fused with the divine bones, Nan Qiao is resurrected, and Su Qiao will no longer exist. She will become a memory of Nan Qiao, a part of her... But there is no Su Qiao anymore in this world.

No one will love Shen Xiujin as much as she does.

Thinking of this, Su Qiao's heart ached as if it was being torn apart by countless hands...

"Fellow Taoist Su sacrificed himself for the sake of the common people. It is our duty to do this. Do you have anything else to say?"

Su Qiao shook his head, "Come on."

Su Qiao lay next to Nan Qiao.

Although she was fully prepared, she was not afraid of pain, but the severe pain of bone replacement was still beyond her imagination.

it hurts...

Every bone in the body seemed to have been crushed, then stripped out of the flesh and blood, and then new bones and blood were stuffed into the body...

But Shen Xiujin had been in pain like this twice.

How did he endure it?

Amid the bursts of severe pain, Su Qiao felt herself becoming so light.

When she opened her eyes again, she had become a spirit body that was so transparent that it was on the verge of nothingness, and the rain passed through her body.

As a metaphysician, Su Qiao naturally knew that her obsession was too deep and turned into a spirit...

Su Qiao slowly turned around. Behind her were the endless steps of [-] meters, which were steep and steep. At the end of the steps was the Xie Temple on the top of the mountain.

'boom--'

There was lightning and thunder, and the rain was getting heavier.

The temple of thanksgiving that stands on the top of the mountain looks even more weird and gloomy in the strong wind and rain.

Leading to the top of the mountain, there is only this mountain path made of tens of thousands of steps. It is steep and dangerous. No one climbs it when the wind is nice and the sun is bright, not to mention the weather is so bad that it looks like the end of the world.

But Su Qiao saw a familiar figure in the rain curtain.

——Shen Xiujin held the Buddha statue in her hands, climbed up the stairs, and knelt down step by step in the heavy rain...

"Ajin!"

Su Qiao rushed over to stop him, but passed through Shen Xiujin's body.

He couldn't see, hear, or feel her...

Shen Xiujin was soaked all over, and her skin was soaked by the rain and turned sickly pale, as if it would break in the next second.

But even so, he still carefully held the Buddha statue in his hand with great piety.

He moved his bloodless lips and murmured softly: "As long as I kneel to the top of the mountain, Xiao Qiao will be fine..."

"Shen Xiujin, you fool!" Su Qiao burst into tears with anxiety, "That's what Xie Xiuxing lied to you! Get up!!"

Su Qiao has never been so desperate.

She wanted to help Shen Xiujin up, but she passed through his body again and again.

Several times when he stood up, his legs were shaking, and he knelt all the way up from the foot of the mountain... I wonder how long he had been walking, kneeling step by step like this?

Such a proud Shen Xiujin, he never believed in fate, let alone gods and Buddhas... But now, he bowed his head in front of the Buddha, kowtowing step by step... He broke his forehead, and rain mixed with blood flowed down.

"Ajin... don't kneel down..." Su Qiao was desperate and powerless.

She thought it wouldn't hurt as she became a telepathic spirit, but she still felt as if she was dying all over again.

Shen Xiujin suddenly paused and looked sideways towards her, his eyes gentle and caring.

"Hey, wait for me."

"..."

For a moment, Su Qiao almost had the illusion that Shen Xiujin could hear her and see her, but when she rushed over, she still passed through Shen Xiujin's cold body.

She couldn't stop the ten thousand steps, so she could only accompany Shen Xiujin to climb to the top.

And on the top of the mountain is the Temple of Xie...

In the temple, there are no statues of gods, only a lotus base.

It is exactly the same as the base of the jade-faced Bodhi Buddha statue held in Shen Xiujin’s hand!

Su Qiao immediately understood that it was not the Temple of Xie Temple... this was the Temple of Evil Temple! !

"Shen Xiujin, don't go in!!" Su Qiao screamed to stop him.

Suddenly, a dark wind came from behind.

"It's useless, poor thing. Your Ajin...he can't hear it." The evil evil star's teasing and feminine voice sounded from behind Su Qiao, making her whole spirit body tremble.

Su Qiao stared at Xie Shaxing's evil face, wishing to tear it apart.

"Now that Nan Qiao has been resurrected with my body, you should be happy and satisfied! Why the hell are you going to seek revenge on Nan Qiao!! Why are you still bullying Shen Xiujin?!"

The evil star curled his lips and smiled very coquettishly.

He stared at Shen Xiujin's back walking towards the Evil Temple, his silver eyes filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

"Why would I kill my master for the second time?" He showed his innocent look again, "Gods and demons are incompatible. This is what my master did to me a thousand years ago... If the one who fell into the devil this time was hers. Ajin..."

Xie Shaxing looked at Su Qiao faintly, "...Do you think the master will kill Shen Xiujin like he killed me?"

"..."

Su Qiao's entire spiritual body was trembling, "...What are you talking about?!"

Xie evil star looked at Shen Xiujin's figure with satisfaction and walked into the evil temple.

"I have put a lot of effort into getting the Buddha's bones back into Shen Xiujin's body... To make the reincarnated Buddha fall into the devil, he needs to kill his blood relatives. That old woman on Fengsha Island is the first step..."

"..." Su Qiao felt as if she was struck by lightning, her teeth were trembling, "Xie Shaxing, you bastard!" "

"The second step is to make Shen Xiujin's faith become a demon..." Xie Xiuxing looked at Su Qiao's spiritual body that was on the verge of becoming transparent. The despair and shock on her face made Xie Xiuxing feel happy. He showed a satisfied expression as if his prank had succeeded. Smiling, "Look, your Ajin is holding the statue of the evil god, kneeling from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Tsk... He loves you as much as he loves you... He also falls into the devil, so thoroughly!"