Chapter 117 An Acacia buried for two hundred years
In the quaint Samsara Palace.
There are wisps of gray mist floating and rolling outside the hall~~
Inside the hall, there are various strange carvings of exotic animals, tall beams and pillars, and the overall dark tone is black.
The huge ancient reincarnation disk on the wall of the palace flashed with light, and something emerged from it.
This is a fiery red crystal-like diamond, about the size of a thumb. The most bizarre thing is that there is a flame in it, which seems to never go out, wrapped in a red crystal diamond.
After Lu Qingping took it, she felt a warm feeling, but the center of her eyebrows jumped instinctively, which was the instinctive fear of her soul towards this "Red Flame True Fire".
Red flame true fire is the true fire required for the first level of "Witch God Method". It has unique restraint and damage effects on spirits such as ghosts and spirits.
It is precisely because it has such terrible damage to the soul that the Witch God can use its firepower to stimulate the power of the soul to increase.
"It's really wonderful..."
After acquiring the "Red Flame True Fire", Lu Qingping's mind was also instilled with the first-level content of the "Witch God Method". After just a cursory glance, she was shocked by the exquisite method of "refining gods with fire".
, sighing secretly that the fifteen hundred merits were redeemed in vain.
"The Ancient Witch Clan, what kind of race is this..."
Lu Qingping marveled at the exquisite talents of the ancient shamans who created this witchcraft, but after checking the reincarnation disk for a long time, there was no more information.
I wonder if this ancient witch is a race on the land of Jambu?
"Although the three thousand merits are three times what I got from the previous incident, I can't stop spending them. I only exchanged them for two things, and I only spent more than two hundred. As expected, the things in the Samsara Palace become more and more advanced in my cultivation.
The more precious it is, the combined value of this second layer of witchcraft and orange spirit true fire will directly double, requiring 5,500 merits..."
Lu Qingping felt distressed for this, and felt that no matter how much merit she earned in the future, she would always be poor. At the same time, she felt a little bit like the chopping mentality of those people in her previous life.
"There are still two hundred and seventy-six merits left. Let's see if I can make the most of the money and finally exchange it for something useful to me..."
He will not be short of things like wound medicine after he goes out to reincarnate, and the White Deer Sword will be enough for him before he becomes a martial arts master.
But Lu Qingping soon discovered something that she had to buy.
"Wow~"
He seemed to hear the sound of coins disappearing when his pocket was empty.
In another moment, a black brocade pouch appeared in Lu Qingping's palm.
"The two-foot-square storage bag is worth two hundred and fifty merits. Although it is a bit small and cannot hold knives, it is enough to hold some sundries and the like."
Then I used dozens of scattered merits to exchange for some strange and exquisite gadgets, and then changed my clothes.
Phew~
Lu Qingping took a deep breath, squandered all the three thousand merits she had gained with her life, and then asked, "When will the next reincarnation start?"
"One hundred and eighty days later!"
That is half a year.
Lu Qingping knew it well, looked back at the Samsara Palace, and said softly:
"leave!"
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Wudang Mountain.
There are still mountains covered with mist.
An invisible vortex flashed, and Lu Qingping returned to the cave where she had retreated.
"Before entering the reincarnation, it was Wudang Mountain. After entering the reincarnation, it was Zhenwu Mountain two hundred years ago. It experienced a bloody storm here two hundred years ago and witnessed the prosperity of the sect Xuantian Shenglong Dao two hundred years ago.
The historical facts of Tao massacre, now go back two hundred years later..."
"This feels really..."
Lu Qingping's mood was complicated, and she had a sense of vicissitudes that spanned two hundred years of reincarnation.
He walked out of the cave.
"Prince."
"The prince went into seclusion for ten days, and he really made a breakthrough."
The sound is surprising.
"Don't worry about me, I'll just take a walk on the mountain."
"yes."
The Grandmaster's voice said solemnly.
Not far outside the cave, the royal master was waiting, but Lu Qingping did not let him go with him.
…………
It is drizzling in Wudang Mountain.
The clouds are misty.
A young man in brocade clothes was walking in the mountains.
Walking on this land that was bleeding and bleeding half a day ago.
His mind wandered far away, and he was moved by the scene...
The reincarnation event is not a real time travel back to history, but a projected historical event. It is a virtual character and world evolved by the Samsara Palace, but after his two experiences.
Although the world of characters is a virtual phase evolved from the Palace of Samsara, the reality of the events is absolutely real.
Therefore, what he experienced was the true story of two men and women named Zhang Junbao and Su Xiuxiu two hundred years ago.
Historically, during the massacre of her family, Su Xiuxiu fled into the ancient starry sky formation and disappeared on the land of Jambu.
As for Zhang Junbao, he did not return to Buddhism and guarded the Xuantian ruins alone. Finally, he founded the Wudang Mountains here and missed some people.
That man is Zhang Sanfeng, who has been imprisoned behind Wudang Mountain for more than a hundred years.
The boy returned to Wudang Mountain and recalled the public story introduction in reincarnation.
Lu Qingping realized that this incident was not simple, and the stories of some of the remaining people were still ongoing and had not stopped.
The reincarnation incident ended with the Xuantian lineage being wiped out, but Su Xiuxiu was teleported away by the ancient star formation.
Moreover, according to the public information given by the Reincarnation Hall, it turned out...
"She disappeared on the land of Jambu..."
This short sentence was filled with a huge amount of information, saying that Su Xiuxiu, who was sent away by the Star Kong Ancient Formation, actually went to other worlds.
Meng Hanchan had told him when he first entered reincarnation that there were still other worlds outside of Jambu.
Not to mention the hometown of those innate saints, there are also the two heavens and earth that were broken into three pieces due to the ancient war, and there are still two pieces floating outside the Jambu continent.
And the most important thing is.
"Li Shenxiu only sent Su Xiuxiu away. The true meaning hidden in this makes people think about it carefully, and they can't help but feel that the Dragon Dao Master had a lot hidden back then."
This is not found in the Reincarnation Hall, maybe it’s a secret that I don’t know.
Finally, there was Zhang Sanfeng, who was sitting in Wudang Mountain at this time.
A poor man who was plotted and used by King Kong Temple when he was young to kill Li Shenxiu and make a girl turn against him. He no longer returns to Buddhism. Instead, he re-encloses Wudang Mountain in the place where he has lost his heart towards Buddha.
, in order to carry the guilt and hatred of more than 3,000 people on this mountain, as well as the longing for a woman...
Even so, he still continued to be plotted and used by the Vajra Temple, using the Wudang Mountain he created as a place for Buddhist dragons to be raised.
"Jingang Temple, I'm afraid you think that even Li Shenxiu and other strange people are being plotted by you, and they will eventually die and their families will be destroyed. What's more, Zhang Junbao, a Buddhist disciple from his own family, must have been tightly controlled throughout his life, and he will not leave.
question."
If this Buddhist disciple was someone else, then the story of Xuantian's Ascension to the Dragon Path would indeed end here.
Wudang Mountain will be an affiliated channel of the Vajra Temple, the holy land of Buddhism, for the whole life, so that the Vajra Temple can harvest the Buddhist soul boys raised by Buddhism every ten years.
Just like Yin Xiao in Wudang Mountain eighty years ago, Shen Xiufeng in Wudang Mountain fifty years ago, and Lin Wanyang in Wudang Mountain in this generation.
Unfortunately, Lu Qingping has strange memories of two worlds that seem to be different, and is particularly sensitive to the existence of a certain type of "acquaintance".
Since the Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jin Chanzi, Lu Zu and others he is familiar with are all standing at the pinnacle of this world.
So how could Zhang Sanfeng, who was also known as the supreme Taoist master of the Taoist sect in his previous life, be mediocre all his life?
He gave himself the Taoist name Sanfeng, which destined him to be as extraordinary as Lu Zu of the world.
The "prototype of the true meaning of Tai Chi" that Lu Qingping obtained from Zhang Junbao in reincarnation further supported his thoughts.
Will "Tai Chi" in Xianwu Jianghu be a simple thing?
At that time, Zhang Junbao had already created the prototype of Tai Chi.
Then, more than a hundred years later, Zhang Sanfeng, who had no heart for the Buddha and made himself a prison, sat in Wudang Mountain. Two hundred years later, how should he evolve Tai Chi, the first Taoist fist, into what state?
Lu Qingping walked unconsciously, and at some point, she had arrived halfway up the mountain below Xuanwu Peak.
He came to the place where he first met Su Xiuxiu when he entered the reincarnation incident.
"This tree is still there?"
Lu Qingping was surprised that this old tree was still on Xuanwu Peak after two hundred years of drastic changes.
That ancient acacia tree.
A trance.
He thought with complicated emotions: "Why won't you be here?"
Because no one knows.
Lu Qingping looked at this acacia tree that contained the thoughts of a girl in purple clothes two hundred years ago.
In the end, she agreed with the story she told herself.
After all, a thought has been buried here for two hundred years, and has never been known to anyone.
Two hundred years ago.
One person walks far away into the starry sky, and the other person once again draws the earth as a prison.
The feelings that were too late to express became the permanent hatred and hatred at that moment, which cannot be forgiven...
To this day.
Under the old acacia tree.
The boy in brocade crouched down, scraped the soil with his hands, and dug out something under the tree...