Chapter 184

The third day of the ceremony.

Taiwu, sitting on the reincarnation stage, opened her eyes and stood up.

Taoist lit a large number of sandalwood, smoke, plus dim light, Zhanxing cave is simply out of sight.

Taiwu moved, and the Taoist monks around immediately responded.

"Taiwu, please sit down. It's not time for dinner!"

Before the sacrificial ceremony, people usually fast for seven days. During this period, both the host and the participants can adjust their physical and mental state and try their best to discharge the impurities in their bodies. After the sacrificial ceremony, they can only drink three cups of water and eat two liang of melons and fruits every day. It's really unbearable without any martial arts.

This time in a hurry, everyone took some pills to achieve their success.

At this time, taiwuxi's temperament has completely changed. Hearing the Taoist's words, she gave a faint breath and walked out of the cave.

MA Zhen, the master of Qinglang, is aware of the abnormal situation. He quickly pinches his fingers and calculates that Taiwu's life style has disappeared!

"No! There's something wrong with Taiwu. She's possessed by a previous life! "

All the immortal masters and Dharma protectors exclaimed that it was impossible.

Taoists worship with reincarnation platform. There has been no such thing for thousands of years. How can the existence of previous life span to this life. It's said that the past can't be traced back. The souls of those who have already died should be completely reorganized. After all, what is really reincarnation is only human's obsession, which is often not permanent. If we fully understand nature in reincarnation, our obsession will disappear into the universe.

There are only two reasons for this situation.

One is that the obsession of the past life is too strong, the memory carried by it is too much, and the will of this life has been washed away.

The second is the tantric guanding magic, in which the practitioner's will is transmitted to another innocent person's mind through space, and the soul is revived through the body.

The Vajra sect in the snow area has been gone for a hundred years, and no one thinks that there will be any remaining evil that can escape the Buddha's hand.

Well, that's the first reason.

Wang Ping'an stopped at the entrance of the cave and asked in dismay.

"Sister, is that you?"

Taiwu gave him a cold sidelong look.

On the contrary, the expression of peace calmed down.

However, the elders of the mountain came out and blocked Taiwu's way.

"Taiwu little friend, wake up quickly, don't fall into previous life disputes, those are the past, can't change!" Master Qinglang is a fierce but soft-hearted old man. When he began to exhort, he suddenly felt the resentment of a middle-aged woman.

Taiwuxi doesn't even want to look them in the eye, "younger generation, get out of the way quickly!"

The Taoist priests with ox nose looked at each other, but they didn't want to wait any longer. They stepped towards the crowd, and the posture was as loose and careless as walking through some bush.

The elder martial uncle of the headmaster made a comment and said, "the descendants of Taiwu are valued by the Buddha. This elder said that nothing can make us suffer such humiliation, but he is going to offend us!"

When they take out the rune, they have to cast a curse. As soon as they turn their posture, they turn into mist and fly away.

"No! Come on

With a command, more than ten Mu Gong's incantations shot at the big cloud. For a moment, the green light was burning, and the wood movement between heaven and earth was stirring like boiling soup.

Under such an attack, it was the strange man from the sword tomb who came and said that he should be tied to death. However, the cloud was so flexible that it turned into a ribbon and flew away from all the magic power.

"Who is this man?" The dejected Taoist could only watch the clouds condense again, and then she stepped on Lotus steps in the void and disappeared to the end of the sky.

Wang Ping'an fell into a dream, then shook his head and sighed in frustration: "she's strong enough, she's all right, she forgot me Forget it. "

Lao Dao came over and gave him a slap, "go after him!"

"No need."

"How can I explain to the Buddha when I'm lost?"

"If she can escape Buddha, maybe she can escape fate."

Fu Xi Xi is too stupid and kind. She knows that she will be in great danger after unsealing all the sword tombs. But it is because of the Buddha's request that she never says a word of frustration.

She's going to die.

Taoist figure out that her future is a dead end.

That tiny ray of life is in reincarnation.

The Buddha is really good. The Taoist is very grateful. The Buddha told him to die without complaint, but the younger sister is different.

Little sister is his all beautiful yearning, is the ultimate answer to life.

Choose her, betray Bodhisattva.

I will bear the sin alone.

"I don't need you to be a British woman to save the world. I don't even need you to love me. I want you to live well."

Seize that life! Come on, come on!

……

Wang Ping'an was bound by the elders of Ran mountain and brought to the Buddha.

Tall and beautiful Buddha, with familiar people standing beside him.

It's Taiwu.

Wang Ping'an closed his eyes.one 's heart is like dead ashes -- utterly dissipated.

Lu Zhengkang looked at him and was clear about his behavior.

"For the sake of one's own selfish desire, to abandon the world should be punished."

Fu Xi Xi looks at Wang Ping'an kneeling on the ground with a smiling face.

The elders of the Taoist priest were cold faced. They were the participants in the trial, the executioners.

Dazed, Bai Zimo wants to stop this absurd scene. He rushes over, but he is restrained by a wooden curse. He falls to the ground, splashes dust, and pours on his wide open eyes. It's very painful.

In the misty tears, the Buddha patted the Taoist on the head.

He looked, but he couldn't think, he couldn't even remember.

The curse of the wood Lord.

Stop thinking.

When he recovered, the Taoist priests left.

Tai Wu Xi Xi met Taoist Wang. It was just like a casual friend.

The younger sister is no longer the younger sister, and the Taoist is no longer the Taoist.

The fate of that boat, only the swordsman and the old man.

"Ah --!" Bai Zimo angrily put out his sword.

All things in this world are his sword spirit. His heart is only angry, just like a raging wind, rolling up smoke and rushing to the Buddha.

"It's a bit of a lookout." Lu Zhengkang chuckles and Wang Ping'an smiles.

The sword Qi encounters a huge body protecting vigorous Qi and suddenly dissipates. The swordsman pours into the sand and dust again.

Looking up, the Buddha has left with people, leaving him alone in the vast land.

Tears in the eyes, flow silently.

Not reconciled!

……

Mo Yun said with Lu Zhengkang with a smile, "the Buddha still likes to bully the younger generation, especially my heart sword pulse."

Lu Zhengkang asked, "do you want to try?"

"Buddha, forgive me."

Sun lichai threw her sleeve to drive Mo Yun away. "Luyuan, please solve the last sword grave quickly. The little girl is not happy."

"Not bad."

After the last sword tomb was unsealed, Xiangshu was about to be born. Lu Zhengkang just went to Taiwu village to let the remaining villagers hide in the pure land. He was able to clean up the battlefield.

The seventh sword grave.

Burn the gods.

This place is located in a dark abyss. It doesn't touch the bottom. There is a strange fire burning at the bottom. It's dark blue inside, but the halo on the edge has four colors, black and white, red and green. It's the fire of four images.

At the top of the fire, it looks like boundless light, flickering and flourishing, which is comparable to the beauty of ghosts and spirits.

Lu Zhengkang brought all the little strangers into the pure land, and led Mo Yun and sun lichai into the sword tomb.

The fire roars wildly but does not hurt things. Peach blossoms grow all over the cliff of the dark abyss. The flame shuttles among the branches, but not even the delicate petals.

Their breath, burning, but into the nose is just a touch of hot air.

The fire shone through the place, and everything around it was covered in colorful colors. At the bottom, the fire was as heavy as water and spread on the ground like crystal. A group of white foxes were playing here. When they saw Lu Zhengkang, they all ran around him.

There are two peach trees in front of the ancient tomb, one high and the other low.

Sun lichai went to unseal the tomb door with a sword handle.

When the door of the tomb is open, no one can be seen. First, I hear the sound of the piano.

"Zheng!"

The sound wave is mixed with inner strength, which suddenly sounds like a broken bell. The inner strength contains the true meaning, and the determination is like a man committing suicide.

It has the essence, Qi and spirit, and it is the natural sound of Qin.

Sun lichai's face turned white and her heart was damaged.

She is the first of the fourteen masters. Even if she has only one success at that time, she is not the so-called expert in the world.

The magic sword is burning and refining. It is famous for its supernatural power. The power of every move of the swordsman increases a hundred times.

A woman holding a zither walks out slowly. Her gorgeous robes are on fire, her decadent veil is falling, and her appearance meets the light, but it makes all the light dim.

Just because she's so beautiful, she's like the stars.