Chapter 157

It can't be said that this ghost has human form. It's too reluctant. At most, it's just beginning to take human form.

It's more like a pile of arm polymers, and it's a rough aggregation. One arm with a strange shape grasps each other, and some can crawl freely, as if they have their own thinking.

It's abdomen has a pile of palms opposite the arm, sharp fingernails scratch knock, even issued a human voice.

"Good sacrifice!"

It sounds like the noise of countless beetle mouthparts, but there is a low-frequency tone that can be heard.

The eardrum of Li dingxun's left ear was broken, so he could only hear one side.

"The great God of Xiangshu will be satisfied. It's hard for all sentient beings to be so fearless."

Black sludge gushed out from the "claw mouth" of the chest and abdomen of the hundred armed ghost, and the strong fishy smell was sent out.

Li dingxun wanted to say something, but suddenly realized that his throat had been torn.

"Come and join us!"

The hundred armed ghost suddenly jumped out of the blood pool, like a starfish covering Li dingxun's body, opened its claw mouth, devoured Li dingxun completely, and then jumped back into the blood pool and disappeared in the bubble.

……

Death is my friend, and now he invites me to be master of nothingness.

Li dingxun stood in the dark room.

"Regret it?" He was asked.

Li did not answer.

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. That's bold. Do you think that if the king of Dharma says you are the number one in the world, you are really invincible? "

"Blame yourself!"

Li dingxun felt the existence of the body.

I can't feel it.

And the murmur in the dark is still chattering.

"What about your parents? The son went out and died? "

"They can rest assured of you. And you said to your mother in the pure land the night before yesterday, "everything is fine."

"How sad would they be if they knew?"

"Your life is not your own!"

Li dingxun frowned and asked, "what do you want to say?"

"Give up..."

Li dingxun sneered and continued to be silent. Look, can you say it or can I bear it.

……

If it took a quarter of a second to say a word, Li dingxun listened to it in 164821, seven months, twenty days, eight hours and three quarters.

"You..." The whisper was trembling. "Won't it bother you?"

"Go on, I'm listening."

"Ah --!" After the manic howl, the murmur was completely silent.

There is wind blowing in the dark, with sand in it, bumping into Li dingxun's light and illusory existence, slowly settling.

If eight grains of sand fall to the ground in a second, it will be another 329565 years. It will become a sea of sand and bury Li dingxun.

And the sand sea is very delicate, very warm, warm, with the taste of sunshine, like the delicate foam of sea water.

The gravel turned into water drops, and Li dingxun fell into the sea.

There is light rising from the sea.

Li dingxun can not move, he has no body, his existence is just a shadow of the will.

So he felt the light, the light refracted by the sea was disillusioned, and the grid like bright waves were moving on Li dingxun's soul membrane, blazing hot.

The purified water was occupied by small blue plants and poured into Li dingxun's body.

Complex, beyond the human brain cognitive feelings hit the heart.

All life, subtle existence, they are one, they are linked by a common will.

The sea was emptied by blue plants, and now it's buried in a dense network of plants.

When everything turned to dust, Li dingxun was reborn.

……

When the blood pool dried up, an arm stretched out, grabbed the edge and stood up.

"Who am I?"

"I'm Li dingxun?"

"No..."

The man stood, waving his hand unconsciously. The violent air was rampant. The grottoes trembled and struggled under such pure violence. Countless statues, including Yasha, were broken.

God's first-order clumsy hand has turned into instinct, like the incarnation of natural disaster.

The cave collapses, and the man falls into the undercurrent and disappears all the way.

The holy city of blood, under his afterglow, is collapsing, crying for the death of a giant beast.

……

East China Sea.

The Taoist stood in the bow of the boat and looked at the sea and sky. The slight radian and bright light distinguish the cloudy sky from the gray sea. It is the edge of the world. In the imagination, there should be a waterfall where the sea and time fall into nothingness together.

This deep and terrifying thought gives people a sense of horror, and people can't help looking at the horizon obsessively. There seems to be a power of calling.

The Taoist was lost in thought.

"Dinner

The Taoist retreated from meditation."Here we go!"

The little sister of the fisherman carries a pot of stewed fish on the small square table, which is a total of four dishes and a soup.

The old man sat on the side near the cabin, the younger sister on his left, the Taoist on the opposite side, and a swordsman in black on his right.

The boat is not big. It's bumpy on the waves, but the old man and his younger sister grew up on the boat, and their actions are the same as those on the ground. As for Taoist and swordsman, they have martial arts skills and are naturally stable.

The Taoist sang, "I wish you a young and beautiful girl forever."

"Ha, the bad Taoist knows how to use good words to provoke others. If he has a chance, he will make you stew!"

The old man poured wine to the swordsman from the wine jar, "please."

Taste the wine and drink it down. How can ordinary people understand the drunkard's profundity?

At the dinner table, after eating a few chopsticks, everyone's conversation gradually increased, and Taoist and swordsman began to chat.

"Zimo, can we really find your grandfather's remains?"

The swordsman whispered softly, "even if not, it's good to go out to sea and gain insight."

The little sister pretended not to care, but her ears stood up.

The Taoist complained, "master, it's time to talk about me again. Last night in the pure land, he said," we are land Taoists. We can't adapt to the sea. "Ha ha, the old man is practicing Taoism and has Alzheimer's disease..."

It's hard for the younger sister to hold her smile, but the old man is laughing, and he doesn't care about anything at all.

Swordsman has been immune to such a lack of burst point of laughter, even perfunctory.

"Oh, Mo Mo, tell me more about your grandfather. He witnessed the Buddha's hand at the beginning."

"There are many witnesses to that scene, and my grandfather is not Mo Yun, the swordsman in white. He has nothing to say."

"That's great, too!"

Bai Zimo took a sip of the wine, put down the pottery bowl and raised the chopsticks for food.

The Taoist priest turned his mouth and then looked at his younger sister with a smile, "Fu Xi Xi, do you want to know my dream?"

"If you say it, I can't stop you."

The Taoist priest laughed and said to himself, "my dream is to be as peaceful and ordinary as my master."

"I don't believe it."

"Why?"

Looking at the vigorous Taoist, my little sister thought: because you are an eagle flying on the sea, your destiny is to look at the vast sky.

"Don't tell me, it's intuition."

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