The three-legged golden crow is also called the red bird.

They are shaped like three-legged crows, with long beaks and full feathers. When they flap their wings, they will generate endless golden flames.

In the inherited memory of the demon clan, they are also called three-legged crows. They are bred by the spirit of the sun and bring hope and blessings to all living beings.

According to human records, hibiscus trees grow on the shores of the East China Sea. In ancient times, the moon god Xihe set out from the East China Sea and led the golden crows to rise from the East China Sea, passing through Qu'a Mountain, Zengquan, Mulberry Fields, and running through Kunwu Mountain.

The next mountain, the Sad Valley, finally reaches Yuyuan as the end point, so that the glory of the Golden Crow is scattered in the world.

The Queen Mother of the West once carved a totem of this bird next to her seat, which was called the Three Blue Birds by the female fairies. Later, it was decorated on the blue bricks and renamed Shizhi.

However, in all the stories about the Golden Crow, the protagonist is Lu Ya, a single seedling.

The remaining nine brothers all appear as supporting characters, and can only record a few words at most.

Therefore, facing the seventh prince, Manjusri felt a little at a loss.

"Don't panic, I'm just thinking."

Lu Chuan smiled gently, not worried about his situation at all.

His complexion is as white as gelatin, his facial features are clear and chiseled, his eyes are melancholy and deep, his face is delicate and handsome, and he exudes a noble and elegant temperament.

Lu Chuan was slender and slender, wearing a purple Shuoxi Taoist robe with a golden silk-like belt around his waist. His black hair was tied up with a gold crown, and he walked slowly from the sea of ​​fire.

"His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, what are your orders?"

Wenshu looked at Lu Chuan, whose figure was crumbling, with a faint smile on his lips.

The other party is at the end of its fight, and can't even hold on to Lu Ya's return, so it's barely possible to stabilize his figure.

"Fellow Taoist Manjusri, when Hou Yi shot the sun, I should have fallen in the concubine pool, but I was imprisoned here by some special power. I used the power of my soul to activate the true fire of the sun, burning the heaven and earth endlessly."

Lu Chuan looked unwilling, but he was helpless.

"I tried a lot of ways, but I couldn't break free from this shackles. I fell asleep several times because of the damage to my soul, and I still live in a state of confusion until now."

"In this case, why didn't Taoist friend tell Lu Ya the truth, but told me everything?" Manjusri was confused and asked with a frown.

Lu Chuan shook his head lonely and raised his hand to tear open the luxurious Taoist robe.

The strong muscles are as clear as a blade, and the royal lines unique to the Golden Crow race cover the chest like a quiet orchid.

On his chest, there is a clear spider web pattern.

The shape of the spider web is not neat, and it looks a little weak.

After looking carefully, I realized that the spider web was composed of countless ants. They lined up in an orderly manner and crawled on Lu Chuan's skin.

"Is this the means of channeling?"

The breath of the spider web is ethereal and mysterious. Manjusri has never seen such a method before, so he is a little unsure.

Lu Chuan nodded in surprise, "Yes, this is the curse of Xin Dao, which is called the indefinite meeting."

This method is insidious and cruel, using the thoughts and concerns of loved ones as nourishment to bind the soul away from the three realms and five elements, making it difficult for it to convert and reincarnate.

Manjusri narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his finger to poke at the spider web, and the ants immediately dispersed.

"If I'm not wrong, the brotherhood between Lu Ya and you is the nourishment of this spider web. This is also the reason why you can survive for several Yuanhui in the form of soul in this lonely world.<

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However, when Lu Ya comes here, the nutrients will instantly turn into poison and become your life-killing talisman."

"Yes, the moment he came here, I had already disappeared into thin air. If I had rashly appeared to meet him, I might not even have time to say my last words."

Lu Chuan said softly, with a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.

The other party is indeed cruel.

After Lu Chuan died, what he thought about most was Lu Ya who was still alive.

His thoughts turned into shackles, making several Yuanhui unable to move. He could only paralyze himself with the beauty of the past.

But when they met again, Lu Chuan's soul was so full of longing that he was waiting to turn into ashes and dissipate.

Love is not available.

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I will tell Lu Ya everything about what happened and let him find a way to avenge the Three-Legged Golden Crow in the future."

Manjusri played with the jade on his fingertips and gently replied to Lu Chuan.

This is just a matter of smooth flow, and there is no reason to refuse.

What's more, the Golden Crow race is tyrannical and suppresses all things in order to act for the sake of heaven.

The treasures they buried in the Sun Star are information that Buddhists have focused on inquiring about since their journey to the west.

"No, don't let him take revenge."

Lu Chuan's legs gradually dissipated, filling the air like sparks. He showed a warm and friendly smile and spoke softly to Manjusri.

"The enemy is too powerful to fight. There is no need to let Lu Ya go and die. What's the point of telling him? Just bring the news back to the Demon Court and let my father make the decision."

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I will do it beautifully." Manjusri nodded in agreement, but did not tell Lu Chuan the truth.

The seas have changed, the stars have changed.

The former Demon Court has collapsed and gradually disappeared into the tide of history.

Lu Chuan's knowledge was still stuck in the ancient times, thinking that Emperor Jun and Taiyi were still there, and Lu Ya just discovered this place by accident.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Lu Chuan reached out and took out the heart, turned it into pure amber jade, and placed it in the palm of Manjusri. The body shattered into pieces with the wind and scattered dust.

There was no nostalgia for him when he left. In addition to being reluctant to leave Lu Ya, he was more relieved.

This is the manifestation of the law of the jungle. The skills are inferior to others, and even the right to death is not in one's own hands.

After a while, Lu Ya took the fusang branch and fell from the Sun Star in front of Manjusri.

The deep branches are covered with lush leaves, which rustle as they sway.

The violent sea of ​​fire was next to Lu Ya, like a cute and cute pet, gently rubbing against his Taoist robe.

"Fellow Taoist Lu Ya, listen." Manjusri took out a round emerald stone and urged the spiritual charm to penetrate inside.

Suddenly, water-like ripples rushed out, swaying between heaven and earth, and Lu Chuan's gentle voice filled his ears.

Lu Ya's expression changed from initial surprise, to surprise, then to helplessness, decadence, and finally sighed.

He was filled with regret and self-blame, and at the same time, he was as helpless as Lu Chuan.

"The deceased is gone. I know all the thoughts of Brother Seven. Unfortunately, my father and uncle have passed away. I don't know when this blood feud will be avenged."

He threw the hibiscus branches out, and suddenly, the ancient spiritual charm came out.

The old shadow of the hibiscus tree fell in the center of the swaying sea of ​​fire, and the air seemed to become silky.

Those surging and ferocious heat waves, surrounded by bright golden leaves, suddenly lifted into the air and squirmed crazily, gradually turning into lifelike golden crows.

The raging and exploding true fire of the sun stares into jade, and it is astonishingly the plump wings of the golden crow, and the strong and powerful heart in the body is evolved from the branches of the fusang.

As the dull thunder rolled down from the sky, the boundless downpour fell violently.

The rainwater is shaped like a yellow apricot, with a transparent interior full of golden lines. It falls on the cracked and dry ground, bringing vitality.

The pouring rain hit the ground unscrupulously, and there seemed to be a loud chirp in the air. Countless buds protruded from the soil, shaking their heads like green snakes.

Warm and gentle radiance gathered in the sky like fireflies all over the sky and landed quietly.

The branch of the hibiscus tree turned into a small tree, standing tall and breathing flames. The shadow of a golden crow with a head and three legs was drowsy deep in the branches.

Lu Ya breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly turned around to salute Manjusri.

"Thank you."

"It doesn't matter." Manjusri waved his hand disapprovingly and looked at the erratic smoke in the sky.

The raging fire of the sun was calmed down, and the heavens sent rewards of merit, and an extremely thick yellow waterfall fell from the sky.

Manjusri tapped his forehead, and a round golden wheel suddenly emerged. The black and yellow breath slowly circulated and turned into birds and beasts, shouting in joy at the sky.

The surging yellow waterfall is poured into the golden roulette, making Manjusri's temperament become more dusty and fresh.

In contrast, Lu Ya was turned a blind eye by Tiandao.

The karma accumulated by Lu Chuan was calculated on him, preventing him from receiving corresponding merit rewards.

Manjusri picked off the hibiscus branches from his bun and handed it to Lu Ya: "The branches with the innate fire spirit root are priceless, and I will give them back to you."

[To tell you the truth, I have been using the Huanyuan app recently to read and catch up on new books. It allows me to switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. .huanyuanapp is available for Android and Apple.]

"Keep it as a thank you gift from me."

Lu Ya said with a lonely look, then turned into a rainbow and disappeared.

The roots of the hibiscus tree breathe out warm radiance, spreading the warm breath between heaven and earth.

The phantom symbolizing Luchuan is as lifelike as exquisite porcelain, vividly hidden deep in the branches.

It is like a worried cub, with its head lowered pitifully.
To be continued...