The young man Dayue Yao often has bronze-colored skin with no scars on his body. He looks young and strong, like a young tiger.
He was very hostile to Lu Zhengkang, but surprisingly he did not shout directly to kill him.
"Are you going to show mercy to me?"
The young man snorted coldly when he heard this, "It's just a deer demon, I'm just afraid of accidentally killing a good demon! I'll make another decision after I observe you for a few days and determine your good and evil."
At this time, Dayue Yaochang was just, noble, and tenacious, and he was like a shining pearl. As for the fierce God of War who later became him, he had to go through a lot of suffering and sadness.
At this time, the night-flower mirror appeared, and Taiwu Xixi and others filed out.
The large lake where the Sword Tomb is located has turned into a flat wasteland. Such a change of terrain reminds people of the little Sumeru standing in the snowy field, which is the relic of the Buddha's divine palm.
Bai Zimo frowned slightly and often said hello to Dayue Yao. The swordsman's proud and handsome character made the little stranger agree with him and put away the broad sword in his hand.
Bai Zimo said: "Of the seven sword tombs, only the last one remains. If this battle is over, it may be the time when Xiangshu is born."
Taiwu Xixi nodded, "Yes, I have a hunch that we will reach the finish line soon."
The Taoist priest bowed his head to Lu Zhengkang and said, "I beg you to wait for seven days. There are important things on the trail that need to be completed before all the sword tombs are unsealed."
Lu Zhengkang knew Wang Pingan's plan well and reminded: "Do you know what the consequences of this will be? It's just an ordinary person, but Taiwu has a different soul after all. If he forcibly summons the shadow of the past life, there may be changes. If she then
It’s not her anymore, so what can you do?”
Wang Ping'an said calmly: "Her safety is the most important thing."
Taiwu was silent, and saw Lu Zhengkang nodded and agreed to the Taoist priest's request.
The younger sister watched Wang Ping'an walk up to her step by step. She forced a smile and said, "Can you bear my fate?"
"I can."
"But I don't want to disturb her."
"You are her, what's the difference?"
"You have to know the worst possible outcome."
Wang Ping'an showed a confident smile, but there was no joy in his eyes, "I Ranshan Zhenzhen, all have been blessed in previous lives. With the power of the reincarnation platform, I can summon gods and drive away ghosts, and there will be no disadvantage. I have not made any mistakes for thousands of years, don't worry, just treat it as
It’s seven days of meditation.”
One of the highest achievements in the way of magic is the stage of reincarnation.
With the ritual of sacrifice, you can recall the legacy of your past life, improve your qualifications, and supercharge your skills, which is extraordinary.
With each additional reincarnation, the power of fate's feedback becomes stronger. The stronger the previous life, the greater the effect.
This is the power that can change your destiny.
Wang Ping'an was valued by the Buddhist disciples and had been appointed as the next Qinglang Lord of Ranshan. Besides, Taiwu Xixi was a popular figure around the Buddha and was expected to become the fifteenth venerable person. It was too late for everyone in Ranshan to fawn over him, so he let the younger sister
If you use the reincarnation platform once, you won't be criticized at all.
Xuanxian Peak Zhanxing Cave in Ranshan Mountain is where the Reincarnation Platform is located.
In contemporary Qinglang, Ma Zhen presided over the ceremony, and the head master, Uncle Zhengzi, together with three immortal masters and eight Qinglang protectors, participated in the ceremony. This scene was unprecedented.
Wang Ping'an stood outside the cave and watched. His master touched the three long locks of his beard and chatted with him.
"Boy Ping An, have you learned any moves from the Buddha?"
"No." The ceremony in the cave began.
The magical instruments rang in unison and the prayers were uttered. They mixed into a murmur, rolling inside the cave and colliding in the pores of the mountain. The entire Xuanxian Peak was like a huge musical instrument, making a strong sound and spreading far away.
The old Taoist clicked his tongue, "You little lady is not good at martial arts. Is she the contemporary Taiwu?"
"Asking even though you know it."
"Hey! Boy, why are you talking to the master? Let me ask you, you can obviously let that Buddha take care of Xiangshu on his own, why don't you give him the Fu Yu Divine Sword?"
"There is only one master of the Fuyu Divine Sword, and he can only take over after the death of the previous one."
"Hey, if you follow the Buddha, nothing will happen to you. Just stay aside and recite a few words of Lu Yuan Bodhisattva's compassion."
Wang Ping'an sneered, "Old man, you don't understand Buddhists very well."
"What do you mean, Buddha is actually not a good person?"
"What I mean is that you don't talk nonsense about Bodhisattva." Wang Ping'an rubbed his hands, Taiwu Xixi was already in concentration, "Buddha is certainly very compassionate, but his level is too high. We are like a nest of ants. Buddha has pity.
We need to move all of us to a new nest before building a house. That person has built a new ant nest, so we can go there honestly. As for anything that happens in the middle, it is our own fault.
wrong."
The old Taoist narrowed his eyes, "But I don't think the so-called Evil Buddha Who Ends Karma has anything to do with Luyuan Bodhisattva."
"Ants don't want to be self-reliant and wait for food to be delivered to them. This is why they deserve to die."
Wang Ping'an saw everything through.
In fact, Buddha never concealed anything. He was a chess player who was aloof and compassionate. This was how the Taoist saw Lu Zhengkang.
The more I understand Xiangshu, the more I like Buddha.
Xiangshu wants to eat all the chess pieces, but Fozi plans to change the chessboard directly. The two sides are not opponents of the same level.
Wang Ping'an put his hands together and saluted, "Nawu Luyuan Bodhisattva, bless my wife Taiwu Xixi to be safe and sound."
Peaceful, Xixi.
…
On a stormy boat.
Taiwu Xixi looked at a woman standing on the bow of the boat, talking and laughing with her grandfather.
The woman looked exactly like the younger sister, but the old man didn't even realize that she wasn't Fu Xixi.
Taiwu Xixi shouted, but no sound came out.
I want to move, but I can't move, and I can't even deflect the angle of view.
She was familiar with every object in the boat. She looked around carefully and realized that she had become the statue of Mazu in the cabin shrine.
The clouds were as dark as night, and there were heavy rains and huge waves. A large area of golden light flashed at the head of the tide, and several lion-faced dragons flew out. They opened their mouths and pounced, tearing the boat into pieces.
Fu Xixi watched her grandpa sinking into the deep sea. His old, vein-covered arms grabbed a few times in vain, but what he summoned was the dragon's bite. The blood mixed with the sea water and washed away on the Mazu statue. Taiwu Xixi was simply stunned.
You can taste the feeling of despair.
As for the woman, she stood on top of the dragon's head, her face blurred in the thunder and lightning.
…
The younger sister was sitting under the eaves while a group of nuns were cleaning the courtyard.
The trees in the garden have fallen off their dead leaves. These flying yellow leaves are like bead curtains and curtains. Through the intermittent barriers, you can see the blue-robed bhikkhunis holding brooms and wandering around. What are they doing?
Sweeping the floor?
What is the significance of gathering together natural objects and incorporating them into nature?
Taiwuxixi is thinking hard.
Is their behavior a waste of time?
However, the nunnery is man-made, so it seems normal to carry out activities in man-made things, which is not natural...
What is nature?
…
The mountain peaks rise.
The sea floods.
Taiwu shivered, and when he saw the glaciers running in the sky, the corpses were still so familiar, even if they were inside the thick black ice.
Grandpa, Ping An, Mo Mo, Buddha, little strangers.
Restaurant waiter, chef, shopkeeper.
Students from the Kitchen Academy.
Occasionally encountered pedestrians on the road.
and myself.
Looking at death through the body of death.
…
"How much do you understand?"
Taiwu Xixi stared blankly at the woman in front of him.
She is so tall.
A woman is as perfect as a heavenly being, is she?
He looks like a Buddhist.
The woman asked again.
Taiwu Xixi shook his head blankly.
"Then you're useless."
The woman sneered and fell into the darkness, surrounded by mud.
