Female lead: No, it's me again??

Chapter 467 Trapped in a Nightmare Again

The people who had disappeared suddenly stopped.

Stop!

Feng Siyue was overjoyed, "Ali..."

The person opposite him, however, looked resentful.

"Feng Siyue, why won't you come with me?! Why did you stay in Qianshui City?! You're the one who killed me!"

"You're the one who killed me!"

That resentful and unfamiliar gaze caused Feng Siyue's heart to ache!

Without thinking, her eyes reddened as she whispered an apology, "I'm sorry, Ali, it was my fault! I'm so sorry!"

"Please don't be angry with me, okay?"

"It is my fault!"

Cang Li's expression twisted. "You're wrong? Heh, I won't forgive you!"

"I won't!"

"Why don't you just die?!"

"Die!"

Overwhelmed with grief and almost suffocating from heartache, Feng Siyue seemed to hear a second voice, gentle yet carrying a deadly allure.

"Go to hell! If you die, you'll see me again..."

"Go to hell! It's all your fault!"

"Come closer to me, let me end your painful life..."

"I will never forgive you! Never!!"

Feng Siyue's expression turned extremely painful. She covered her head and shook it, but could only watch the figure in front of her gradually blur!

"Go to hell! Never come back to see me again!"

"I hate you!"

"Come……"

Time and space intertwined, and Feng Siyue seemed to return to that day. Pale-faced, she excitedly selected a mask in front of her, looking left and right, finally turning back with a smile.

"Feng Siyue, what are you still standing there for?"

"Come on!"

A person who never appeared in her dream was waving at her.

Unable to distinguish between reality and illusion for a moment, Feng Siyue subconsciously smiled and raised her hand, revealing a string of sandalwood prayer beads on her fair wrist.

"Ali..."

Wait for me, I'm coming right away.

Feng Siyue took two steps forward.

The next second, the scene before my eyes shattered instantly, golden fragments of memory drifted down, accompanied by a righteous and righteous voice.

"May the Buddha's heart be filled with compassion! May all evil be dispelled!"

Then, a series of chanting sounds entered Feng Siyue's ears, gradually clearing her turbid mind.

Qingqing's anxious voice was finally heard, "Feng Siyue! Wake up quickly!"

"Feng Siyue!"

Feng Siyue suddenly realized, finally snapping out of her reverie. "What happened to me?"

Seeing her response, Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief and said worriedly, "You suddenly wanted to end your life, it scared me to death!"

"Luckily there aren't any ferocious beasts around here, otherwise you would be done for right now!"

Suicide?

Feng Siyue looked down and saw the fist clenched in her chest.

Couldn't Qingqing even notice?

She withdrew her hand and found herself standing in front of the strange plant, no more than half a meter away.

Feng Siyue realized something, and her eyes turned cold.

A section of dead wood is rooted in the yellow sand, with moss covering the cross-section. A horse chestnut plant, as tall as a forearm, grows on it. Its pure black leaves and roots exude an extremely evil aura, like a demon from the abyss!

But the golden patterns on the plant exude a sense of holiness and peace; this combination just doesn't seem right.

and many more!

Feng Siyue's pupils contracted slightly; these patterns...

She leaned closer.

This is... Buddhist scripture!

These symbols, which look like patterns, are clearly the Buddhist mantra, the Shurangama Mantra!

The text is incomplete and looks like lines!

What kind of plant could be suppressed using Buddhist teachings?

Feng Siyue reached out and placed her hand on its head. In the next instant, she and the plant returned to the Heavenly Heart Ring together.

Qingqing was puzzled.

"Feng Siyue, why did you bring it in?"

"Qingqing, keep watch for me."

"what?"

Qingqing was stunned.

Feng Siyue sat cross-legged on the ground and closed her eyes.

She took off the Buddhist prayer beads from her wrist, held them in her palm, and murmured, "Namo Sa..."

As she uttered Sanskrit phrases, the prayer beads in her hand rolled, and golden Sanskrit characters emerged from the beads, filling in the missing parts of the plant.

Two hours later, Feng Siyue opened her eyes.

On the strange plant, the parts where the scriptures were missing had already taken on a faint golden hue.

Seeing her open her eyes, Qingqing, who was bored out of her mind, finally managed to ask, "You're repairing the scriptures for it, why?"

She stood up. "If I hadn't just received a Sanskrit phrase, 'Pure Mind Ocean,' I'd probably be dead by now."

Sanskrit?

Qingqing thought of something, "Because of it?"

"Ah."

Qingqing frowned. "If that's the case, then just destroy it. Why bother..."

Feng Siyue countered, "Don't you find it strange that even you haven't noticed how strange this thing is?"

One sentence left Qingqing speechless, and it was a little embarrassed: "So you want to take it out and give it to that bald monk to study?"

Feng Siyue glanced at him and said, "Speak properly. Since this thing is suppressed by Buddhism, it is most appropriate to hand it over to him."

"However, I prefer to leave it here and tell him about it when I get out."

Taking him out without careful attention could lead to disaster.

Qingqing nodded, "But..."

"That's too late."

A peaceful, Buddhist-like male voice interrupted Qingqing's words.

The plant emitted a large amount of golden light!

A figure slowly emerged from the golden light.

It was a golden, semi-transparent young man... a monk.

His eyes were golden, and his gaze was indifferent yet filled with compassion and the Buddha-nature that sought to save all sentient beings.