Chapter 172: Reincarnation, past life

The young Dayueyao often has a bronze skin without any scars on her body. She looks young and strong, like a young tiger.
He was very hostile to Lu Zhengkang, but surprisingly he didn't directly call out to kill him.
"Do you want to show mercy to my men?"
The young man snorted when he heard the words, "The deer deer, I'm just afraid of killing a good deer by mistake! After I observe you for a few days and determine your good and evil, I will make another decision."
At this time, Dayue Yaochang, justice, noble, and tenacious, was simply a shining pearl. As for the fierce God of War later, I don't know how much suffering and sadness he has experienced.
At this time, the evening mirror appeared, and Tai Wu Xixi and the others filed out.
The big lake where the Sword Tomb is located has become a flat wasteland. The record of changing the terrain like this can not help but remind people of the small Sumeru standing in the snowy area, which is exactly the remains of the Buddha's palm.
Bai Zimo's brows were slightly refreshed, and he often greeted Dayueyao. The swordsman's style was proud and handsome, which made this little stranger agree with him and put away the broad sword in his hand.
Bai Zimo said: "There are only the last of the seven sword burial mounds. If this battle is over, I am afraid it will be the time when Xiangshu is born."
Tai Wuxi nodded, "Yes, I have a hunch, I will be at the end soon."
Taoist priest said to Lu Zhengkang, "I implore the Buddha to wait for seven days. There are important things on the trail that need to be completed before the sword tomb is completely unblocked."
Lu Zhengkang knew Wang Ping’an’s plan very well, and reminded:
Do you know, what are the consequences of this? That’s fine for ordinary people, but Taiwu’s soul is different after all, and he forcibly summons the shadow of the previous life, fearing changes. It's no longer her, what can you do?"
Wang Pingan said calmly: "Her safety is the most important."
Taiwu was silent and saw Lu Zhengkang nod and agree to the Taoist's request.
The little girl watched Wang Ping'an step by step and walked in front of her. She smiled forcefully, "Can you bear my destiny?"
"I can."
"But I don't want to disturb her."
"You are her, what's the difference?"
"You have to know the worst result."
Wang Ping’an smiled confidently, but there was no joy in his eyes,
I am true to the mountain, and all have been fortunes in the previous life. With the power of the reincarnation platform, we can call the gods and exorcise ghosts. There is no harm in the past. Don't worry about it for thousands of years. It’s to meditate for seven days."
One of the highest achievements of the Tao of Shushu-Samsara Terrace.
With the ritual of sacrificial rites, recall the legacy of the past life, enhance aptitude, superb skill, and extraordinary.
With each reincarnation, the power of destiny back-feeding increases by one point. The stronger the previous life, the greater the utility.
This is the power to change fate against the sky.
Wang Ping'an was valued by the Buddha, and he had already been designated as the next Qinglang master of Ranshan. Besides, Taiwuxixi was originally the celebrity around the Buddha, and he was expected to become the fifteenth Venerable. However, it was too late for everyone in the mountain to flatter. So let the younger sister use the reincarnation stage once, and she would not receive any criticism.
Ranshan Xuanxian Peak looks at the Star Cave, where the Reincarnation Platform is located.
The contemporary Qinglang Lord Mazhen presided over the ritual, and the master teacher directly witnessed the participation of three immortal masters and eight Qinglang guardians. This scene is unprecedented.
Wang Ping'an stood outside the cave and watched. His master touched his three long beards and chatted with him.
"Ping'an boy, have you learned anything and a half from the Buddha?"
"No." The sacrifice in the cave began.
The magical instruments sounded together, the prayers were masterpieces, mixed into a group of noises, rolling in the cave, colliding in the pores of the mountain, the entire Xuanxianfeng was like a huge musical instrument, loud and loud, and transmitted far away.
The old way sighed, "You little lady is not at home in martial arts. She is the contemporary Taiwu?"
"Ask it knowingly."
"Hey! Boy, how did you talk to the master! I ask you, if the Buddha can solve the problem alone, the big deal is to give the Fuyu Divine Sword to others."
"Fuyu Divine Sword has only one sword master, who can only succeed after the death of the last term.
"Oh, you won’t be surprised if you follow the Buddha, just say a few words about the Deer Yuan Bodhisattva's compassion."
Wang Pingan sneered, "Old man, you don't know much about Buddha."
"You mean, Buddha is actually not a good person?"
"I mean you don't want to talk about the Bodhisattva." Wang Ping'an rubbed his hands, and he was already settled, "Buddha, of course he is very compassionate, but his level is too high. We are like a nest of ants, and the Buddha pity We need to move all of us to a new nest before we build the house. The new ant nest has been built by someone, and we can just go there. As for the moths that come out in the middle, it is our own. wrong."
The old way squinted his eyes, "But I think that the so-called evil Buddha is not related to the Deer Yuan Bodhisattva."
"The ant doesn't want to be self-reliant, waiting for people to deliver food. This is what you deserve to die."
Wang Ping'an saw everything through.
In fact, the Buddha never concealed anything, a high-ranking and compassionate chess player, this is what the Taoist thought of Lu Zhengkang.
The more you understand the relationship, the more you like the Buddha.
The pivot wants to eat all the chess pieces, but the Buddha plans to change to a chess board directly. The two sides are not rivals at the same level.
Wang Ping An puts together a salute, "Nanwuluyuan Bodhisattva, bless my wife Taiwu to be safe and sound."
Peace, Xixi.
...
On the precarious boat.
Tai Wuxi looked at a woman standing on the bow, talking and laughing with his grandfather.
The woman looked exactly like the little sister, and the old man didn't even realize that it was not sly.
Tai Wu Xixi shouted, but could not make a sound.
If you want to move, you can't move, and you can't even deflect the angle of view.
She was familiar with every object in the boat, and when she looked around carefully, she realized that she had become the Mazu statue in the cabin shrine.
Dark clouds are like night, showers and raging waves, a large golden light shimmering at the head of the tide, a few lion-faced dragons flew out, opened their mouths, and shredded the boat.
Fu Xixi watched Grandpa sinking into the deep sea~EbookFREE.me~ His old, veined arms grabbed a few in vain, but what was summoned was the bite of the dragon, the blood and water mixed with the sea, washed on the statue of Mazu , Tai Wu Xixi can taste the despair.
And that woman, standing on top of Jiaolong's head, her face blurred in thunder and lightning.
...
The little girl was sitting under the eaves, and a group of nuns were cleaning the courtyard.
Pieces of dead leaves fell from the trees in the courtyard. These flying yellow leaves are like bead curtains and curtains. Through the intermittent barriers, you can see the bhikkhus in Tsing Yi cruising with brooms. What are they doing?
Sweep the floor?
What is the point of gathering natural objects together and storing them in nature?
Tai Wuxixi is thinking hard.
Are their actions a waste of time?
But the nun's nunnery is man-made, so it seems normal to carry out activities in man-made things, it is not natural...
What is nature?
...
The mountain rises.
The sea is flooding.
Taiwu was shivering, seeing the glaciers running in the sky, the corpses, even if they were in the thick profound ice, they were still so familiar.
Grandpa, Ping An, Momo, Buddha, little strangers.
The man, chef, and shopkeeper of the restaurant.
Classmates of the Culinary Academy.
Pedestrians occasionally encountered on the road.
And myself.
Looking at death with the body of death.
...
"How much do you understand?"
Tai Wu Xixi stared at the woman in front of him blankly.
She is so tall.
A woman, perfect as a deity, she, or Him?
It looks like a Buddha.
The woman asked again.
Tai Wu Xixi shook his head blankly.
"Then you are useless."
The woman sneered, and fell into the darkness, surrounded by mud.