Chapter 431: Buddha's Fate (38)

In their eyes.

Anyone can collude with this demon girl, except... the holy monk Fanxiu.

In their eyes, this noble monk dressed in snow is like a Buddha high above the nine heavens, untouched by the dust of the world.

This, this now...

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all saw the astonishment on each other's faces.

The intertwined white and red clothes on the opposite side.

The extreme contrast collides with unparalleled beauty.

...

It may be because Fanxiu's face is too holy and beautiful to make people feel blasphemous, once he falls... The impact of this is almost shocking.

Finally, someone tremblingly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the two people opposite him. He couldn't even speak clearly, thinking about it, he was out of breath.

"Absurd, simply absurd!"

"Fanxiu! How can you be willing to degenerate and get entangled with such a witch??"

"Holy Monk, this witch must have cast some spell on you, right? You should wake up!!"

A kiss fell on Fu Yue's forehead.

The monk in snow clothes turned his head lightly, his brows and eyes were rarely sharp, his eyes swept over the few people who were shouting just now, and he opened his lips and said, "Have you said enough?"

The tone of the words was clearly displeased.

Several people on the opposite side fell silent.

Fanxiu embraced Fu Yue's shoulders, his movement was undoubtedly the gesture of a guardian, he lowered his curly long black eyelashes, and said word by word: "What does my business have to do with you?"

"Who am I willing to be entangled with, who am I to be with, and why do I need other people's consent?"

His words were calm and quiet, but each word was resounding.

An elder from the great sect stood up and accused disappointedly: "Fanxiu, are you crazy? You don't even look at how many people this witch has killed us. As a holy monk of Shuntian Prefecture, how could you be so close to me like this?" A misbehaving, murderous and cruel woman mixed together?"

"I'm afraid you've lost your head, you've lost your mind because of this enchantress!!"

"As a monk, a pure-hearted and ascetic monk in white clothes will be fooled by the beauty of this demon girl, Fanxiu, you really let us down!!"

Facing criticism.

The snow-clothed monk with picturesque eyebrows and eyes did not fluctuate at all, neither sad nor happy.

Looking at the people he once guarded, now facing him with swords and swords, Fanxiu has nothing but indifference in his eyes.

Totally don't care.

Because, what he once wanted to protect was the common people.

Until now... only her.

"The person who dug up the spiritual root was not Jiang Si."

"She killed so many people because you came to her first, out of self-preservation, if you don't fight back... she will die."

"So, Jiang Si is not wrong."

If ordinary people say such things, it is understandable. After all, everyone has selfish desires, and they will favor those they care about.

However, these words were spoken by Fanxiu.

Not to mention others, even Fu Yue was shocked.

She couldn't be more clear about what kind of person Fanxiu is.

With a gentle temperament that is almost compassionate, he hates killing, and has a great love for all people in the bottom of his heart. He is the person closest to the Buddha.

But this is such a person.

The preference shown is blatant to the extreme.

"Crazy, you really are crazy..."

The people below are still shouting.

Fanxiu flicked his sleeves, which temporarily sealed their spiritual power, lowered his eyelashes, and spoke slowly.

"Are you going by yourself, or do you want me to invite you to go?"