Chapter 4070： Was it recognized?

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The ghosts use the melody together, and the power of the brilliance can be amazing, affecting the entire summer capital.

But now, the ghosts disappeared at once, and the blues were suddenly helpless, and the power of the gongs was hard to play.

"Impossible...what the souls are, I have never seen them. It is you, the old monk, what did you do?"

The young man was helpless and his face was pale.

"Amitabha, Qing Shizhu, Laojiao has already said that evil is invincible. The disappearance of Wan Gui is not the strength of the old man, but the merits of the entire Xiadu people."

South fourteen sinking road.

"Impossible, the darkness of the darkness is impossible to defeat."

Qinglan lost his soul and took a few steps back.

"What is the leader of the darkness of the light, in front of our Buddha, it is just a cloud of clouds. You, this demon girl, is still awkward."

No anger, the monk strode forward, and he will take the green.

Only after thousands of people have read the Diamond Sutra, the soul of the soul has been over-extended and disappeared without a trace.

The anger-free monk also thought that all of them were the merits of the Buddhist scriptures, and their confidence in their own Buddhism was unprecedentedly expanded.

Nan Xie on the side saw it, but he shook his head secretly.

Although the snarling of the ghosts disappeared, part of the reason was because of the excessive degree of King Kong.

But Nan XIV is very clear that the Diamond Sutra is just the last straw to crush the ghosts.

What really makes the ghosts exceed is the past song of Ye Fangshi.

The beginning of man is good.

Whether it is a young man or a ghost, in the beginning, it is a kind-hearted person.

Everything is done, but it is a sorrow. I hate the sake of the past.

A past song reminds them of the family, friends, and lovers of the past, and touched the last softness of their hearts.

The resentment was eliminated, and the sutra was used again. Even the most common Buddhist scriptures came into effect.

Therefore, it is not the Buddha's Diamond Sutra, but the Sansheng song called Ye Fangshi.

Nan Xie has also heard several times of three songs, but several times earlier, the South Fourteen has never been touched, not to mention the memory of the dust.

This time alone, the boy’s flute was brought back to the past and almost returned to the red dust.

This skill is even better than the three-legged valley owner Luo Sansheng.

This also makes South XIV, more curious about Ye Fangshi's true identity.

Qinglan lost the help of Wan Gui, and it was already in vain. She was dejected and looked like she was no longer alive.

The angerless monk has a small hand and looks at it.

But at this time, the face of the green scorpion changed, and I saw that the body of the sorrow was swift, and I staggered the attack of the angerless monk and grabbed the body of Xiahou.

Xiahou’s soul is invisible and has been unconscious.

The guardian palace lady who had guarded him earlier was also negligent.

No one would have thought that the Qing dynasty would suddenly attack when it was at the last minute.

Qing Yan grabbed Xia Houyu and laughed loudly.

"Xia Houzhen, I have been ruined by your hands in this life. If I am dead, I will drag your back."

Qing Yan's thin and thin hands grabbed Xiahou's throat.

"Don't come over, if anyone is close to one step, I will cut off his neck, and the big guys will die."

The angry monk's foot moved, and the Queen Mother exclaimed.

"Master, no, you must not hurt your child."

In the case of Xiahou's coma, there is no point and mental strength. At this time, he is no different from a common man.

"No anger, no."

The South 14th feared that the Qing dynasty injured Xiahou 颀, indicating that no anger can not be moved.

"Green, you don't have to fight the beast."

Ye Lingyue is paying attention to the behavior of Qing Lan, it is to look at the sky.

It passed again overnight.

Xia Houyi’s soul has left the flesh, and it’s been the sixth day. The rest is only one day and one night.

"The songs of Fangcai are blown by you. I ask you, where is Xiahouyu?"

This is how the youngsters noticed that there were more teenagers in the front.

She also noticed that Ye Lingyue had a flute in his waist.

At this time, Qinglan was already a big man.

She was only in the middle of it, and she was in the dark of others.

The "Xiahou Temple" that appeared only in the past is clearly a illusion. Everything is the young man in front of him.

Qing Yan suddenly looked at the eye and stared at Ye Lingyue.

Ye Lingyue was shocked. Qing Yan was directly questioning the whereabouts of her Xia Houzhen. Could it be said that...

"I was fooled, the soul of Xiahou Yu, is no longer in the flesh."

Under the green scorpion, he tightened a few points. Xiahou’s throat was already blue and white.

"Do you say that the soul of your child is not in the flesh?"

The Queen Mother was shocked.

How is this possible, where is the soul of the nephew going?

"You didn't know it, so it's all the ghosts of your kid? Who are you?"

The green scorpion swept the crowd and stared at Ye Lingyue.

"I don't understand what you mean, the soul is out of the flesh, isn't that dead?"

Ye Lingyue made a strange expression.

"There is no one in the garlic, Xiahou is who, I love this man for many years, the most understanding of his temper. In addition to Ye Lingyue, his favorite is the people of Daxia, and the filial old woman. The summer palace was trapped, and after the ghosts roared and endangered the people, he did not wake up. If his soul is still in the body, how can it be delayed?"

At the last moment, Qinglan discovered a little.

Her sorrowful soul, the Buddha's sorrowful soul, is difficult for ordinary people to resist.

Xiahou Temple has not appeared, only one possibility, that is, his soul is not in the flesh.

"Ye Fangshi, everything that Qinglan said can be true? The soul of the child is really not in the flesh?"

The Queen Mother took a step and walked to Ye Lingyue.

Despite disgusting with the green, the Queen Mother had to admit that what Qing said was true.

Even the most decadent Xiahou Temple is still a good emperor who diligently loves the people.

Hundreds of ghosts roared, and the whole summer was almost infernal, and Xiahouyu did not appear. Could it be said that the soul of the deaf is really gone?

"After the Queen Mother, don't listen to the green sorcerer's words and confuse the public. If the soul of Xia Di is not there, how will the condensed light always shine."

Seeing that it has been seen through the green, Ye Lingyue is still looking as usual, faint.

"Also, the condensate lamp has not been destroyed, and the soul of Xia Di has been in the flesh, no problem."

The angry monk listened and scratched his head.

"The enchanting lamp, extinguished."

At this time, Nan Xie and Qing Biao said in unison.

It’s the Queen’s Day, and it’s followed.

If it is said that the condensed lamp is not extinguished, it means that the soul of Xiahou Temple is still in the flesh, and the condensed lamp is extinguished, which means that the soul of Xiahou Temple has left.

What the three people remembered at the same time.