Chapter five hundred and eighty-fifth, the person who is not stained with dust
Feng Zhiruo has never been an indecisive person, her thoughts come after her actions.
When she noticed Lin Ji's cold gaze falling on her, she turned around and turned into a black shadow, flying towards the distant horizon.
Seeing this, Lin Ji sighed softly, took a step forward, and blocked Feng Zhiruo in front of him.
"Knowing that Lin has magical powers, you still want to escape? Miss Feng is too whimsical...ahem."
While talking, Lin Ji coughed twice, then frowned slightly.
His voice was a little hoarse and his breath seemed hollow.
"You are injured." Feng Zhiruo said.
Originally, she was almost in despair when she was stopped by Lin Ji instantly, but at this moment, seeing Lin Ji's weak posture, she had some thoughts of escaping.
And just when she had the idea, Lin Ji's face showed something like a smile but not a smile.
"What did Lin do just now?"
Feng Zhiruo was startled.
"You killed..."
"Kill who?"
Feng Zhiruo was completely stunned, with a bit of panic in his eyes.
She turned around suddenly and finally remembered after seeing the body on the ground in the distance.
"You killed Zhou Li! What happened? How could I forget his name just now? How is this possible?"
Lin Ji coughed twice more, then chuckled and said: "Go back with Lin and explain everything clearly...or perhaps Lin will take action again and let Daoist Feng end up like this."
Seeing that Feng Zhiruo was still a little confused, Lin Ji said again: "That's not just the body and the way."
After hearing this, he saw Lin Ji's right hand raised again.
After pondering for a moment, Feng Zhiruo finally sighed and stopped resisting.
"I... will go with you."
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Jingzhou, Editorial Department.
A middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes knocked on the door of the Office of the Editor.
"Who is here?" The yamen guard who was watching the night walked out of the door dissatisfied and looked at the middle-aged man with an angry look on his face.
Anyone whose dream is disturbed may not be in a good temper.
"Please give this to Mr. Lan, and we will meet you in the mountains and forests outside the city." The middle-aged man said with cupped hands and handed a ring to the yamen officer, "Don't delay, otherwise if Mr. Lan blames you, you
I’m afraid my life is in jeopardy.”
Hearing the words "life is at risk", the yamen servant suddenly became energetic. He looked at the ring in his hand. When he looked up again, the middle-aged man had disappeared.
The yamen servant immediately understood that he had met a powerful person and did not dare to delay. He quickly turned around and went back to the yamen to report.
A moment later, Lan Zeying, dressed in black, hurriedly walked out of the government office and headed straight out of the city.
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Weizhou, Lancheng ruins.
After a great battle, the Lancheng ruins were completely reduced to ruins.
Lin Ji followed Feng Zhiruo back here and watched as Feng Zhiruo found a somewhat dim disc among the layers of ruins.
"What is this?"
"Soul Transformation Formation."
"Array disk?"
"Not bad." Feng Zhiruo handed over the array plate.
Lin Ji took the array disk and looked at it for a long time. The palm-sized disc was engraved with incomprehensible patterns. He didn't understand the formation method, so he quickly put the array disk into his sleeves.
"Is this the formation you used to plot against the red-haired god?"
Feng Zhiruo sighed softly: "The half-step ghost king who took away the red-haired god was Zhou Li's subordinate. He used the secret method of the Yin Ghost Sect to merge the souls of the half-step ghost king and the red-haired god into one. This was originally planned
By using the Nine Infants to swallow the soul of the red-haired god, he can replace the red-haired god and control the dragon veins of Weizhou."
"I have known this for a long time, but I don't understand. In this case, why should the red-haired god and the half-step ghost king have their souls divided into two parts?"
Feng Zhiruo shook his head and said: "The red-haired god is the one who has fallen into the realm, and the half-step ghost king is also the half-footed ghost commander who has reached the ghost king realm."
Hearing this, Lin Ji suddenly understood.
"So it turns out that the integration of the two has exceeded the seventh level. If they are not separated, you will not be able to control it."
"That's right." Feng Zhiruo nodded slightly, "Hundreds of years ago, Zhou Li changed his identity and joined the Tantric Sect and found out about the Lancheng ruins. However, because the Tantric Sect was too strong, the matter has been delayed until now.
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"So instead, Supervisor Tiansi destroyed the Tantric Sect and helped you indirectly?"
Lin Ji shook his head and laughed.
It is too late to say this now, and no one can predict what will happen in the future.
Except Tianji.
"I probably have a clue about what happened in Victoria, so how about you tell me about your origin?"
Feng Zhiruo said in confusion: "Don't you already know that I was once the Supreme Elder of Taiyi Sect."
"I'm talking about the Palace of Eternal Life."
Feng Zhiruo's voice stopped immediately.
The atmosphere fell into silence.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Lin Ji was not in a hurry to ask. He had already spoken. If he asked a few more questions, she would always answer.
Thinking of this, Lin Ji let out a long sigh of relief, and the golden thread of cause and effect and the black thread of sin around his body slowly dispersed.
He found a step and sat down, slowly calming down his still agitated spiritual energy.
At this moment, Feng Zhiruo suddenly said: "I didn't notice it just now, but your hair..."
"Haven't you seen it before? Could it be that it's a bit paler again?" Lin Ji seemed to have expected it. He casually grabbed the hair on his shoulders, took a look, and then put it down.
"The method you used to kill Zhou Li just now consumed your lifespan?"
"It will shorten your lifespan, but it will also be offset by merit."
"The merit? Are those golden threads around your body?"
"Almost, those dense golden threads are the manifestation of Lin's Tao Yun, which is the cause and effect accumulated in the ten years of slaying demons and demons in Jian Tiansi." Lin Ji explained casually.
"How did Zhou Li die? How could I forget him just now?"
"I offset his sins with the merit and karma I accumulated... Hey, this can be regarded as atonement for him." Lin Ji twitched the corner of his mouth.
Feng Zhiruo couldn't understand these words more and more.
"Since you are trying to atone for his sins, how could he die?"
Lin Ji chuckled twice.
"When people live in the world, there is always something involved, whether it is good or evil. Even a small and inadvertent thing may leave a cause and effect, and no one can escape it."
"Then what."
"I settled all the causes and consequences for him, whether good or evil."
Lin Ji raised his head and looked at Feng Zhiruo.
"You say, how can there be people in this world who are not contaminated by dust? Among the six powers of Buddhism, the leakage path is to cut off cause and effect without causing dust. But this magical power, even if it is the ninth level Bodhisattva, Alai
The consciousness has never been able to penetrate it."
"How can Zhou Li afford such a realm?"
Seeing that Feng Zhiruo was completely speechless, his eyes were filled with fear.
Lin Ji continued to think about himself and said: "Those who violate the way of heaven will be punished by heaven. People who are not stained by dust have no ability to escape from the way of heaven... What do you think will happen?"
"But I didn't see the heavenly punishment."
"I have washed away all the evil in his body. How could God send a punishment from heaven?"
Lin Ji spread his hands.
"So he died without any warning."
"So you start to forget about him, because someone who cuts off cause and effect and is not stained by dust...should not exist in the world."
Lin Ji pointed upward.
"God does not allow such awesome people to exist."