This night, Suning recalled many people and many things.
Some of the things he once cared about and had a grudge against disappeared with the words "life and death".
He is already an immortal and no longer belongs to the small world of China.
His future, the path he will take in the future is the road of saints.
Regardless of whether he succeeds or not, he will never be able to return to his original self.
Except for his closest family members and Kunlun, the karma he planted in China should be cut off as soon as possible.
Both bad consequences and good consequences will become indelible stumbling blocks for him in his future practice.
Although the dragon and phoenix dharma is powerful, causing shock in the eight hundred immortal worlds, the dharma powers it comes with are definitely not as good as those of the Life-Knowing Tree and the Origin Ancestral Dragon.
One has insight into the secrets of heaven, and the other ignores bottlenecks. Suning asked himself that he could not do these two incredible things.
Therefore, he had to take precautions and try to make arrangements before problems appeared in his mind.
Everything is done just to be able to protect myself in the fairy world as soon as possible.
"Click."
The middle-grade immortal crystal tightly held in his hand turned into powder. Suning stood up and walked out of the room. She said to Fang Wenxuan who was washing up: "Mom, I'm going out. There's no need to prepare my breakfast in the morning."
The beautiful middle-aged woman who couldn't wait to take the Zhuyan Pill last night said anxiously: "It's lunch, are you coming back for dinner?"
Suning smiled and replied: "Curian carp and tofu soup."
Fang Wenxuan was satisfied and waved her hand with satisfaction: "Go ahead and pay attention to safety."
Suning stepped out and disappeared into thin air.
Even though she had known for a long time that her precious son was an immortal, Fang Wenxuan was still shocked and speechless by this strange move.
Granny Diao came in from outside with a cane and said with complicated emotions: "Wenxuan, you gave birth to a good son."
"Suning's future is immeasurable, but my Jinse is too persistent."
"She looks very much like my junior sister Xiao Xiuyan. She is stubborn and stubborn."
"If I had known this, I shouldn't have let her go down the mountain, let alone let her meet Suning."
Fang Wenxuan apologized: "It's my fault for this. I blame me for messing around with the music and pulling the wrong strings."
"I hope Xiao Ningzi can untie the knot in Fanyin's heart and give her some freedom."
"Even if she can't be the daughter-in-law of my Su family, she is still a good daughter that I, Fang Wenxuan, regard as her own."
Granny Diao stopped talking and sighed silently.
...
On the other side, Suning came to Li's house in Kyoto.
In the luxurious house, he escaped into the elegant and quiet Buddhist hall in the backyard.
In front of the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha, a long-haired woman in her twenties was chanting sutras and bowing.
She is very pretty and wears a valuable Bodhi Vajra string on her wrist.
After kneeling three times and bowing nine times, she devoutly banged the wooden fish and sat cross-legged on the futon.
However, at this moment, Suning's voice echoed through the Buddhist hall: "In the mountain behind Puji Temple, I killed you for the first time."
"It stands to reason that the grudges between us should be as complete as your worshiping Buddha."
"But the trap you set for Xixi, your calculations against Kunlun, and your repeated actions of hurting my family have made me really unable to let go of this hatred."
"My third uncle said that a person should do as he pleases. Any kindness must be repaid, and any hatred must be repaid."
"How? Do you want to give yourself pleasure, or do you want me to do it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Suning appeared in front of "Li Muzi" who had successfully seized the body.
Looking at the dumbfounded and delicate woman, he said with a hint of ridicule: "Ninety-nine boys, ninety-nine girls, plus an excellent place to gather the underworld."
"Using the magic of Buddhist seals to condense the ghost souls, and place them in the thousand-year-old locust wood tablet in advance."
