Chapter 173: The heart is as gray, the ants fight

The third day of the ceremony.
Tai Wu Xixi, who was sitting cross-legged on the stage of reincarnation, opened his eyes and stood up.
The Taoist priests lit a lot of sandalwood, smoke filled, and the light was dim. The Zhanxing Cave was almost invisible.
As soon as Tai Wu moved, the Taoist priests who were meditating around and chanting immediately reacted.
"Taiwu, please sit down quickly, it's not time for dinner!"
Before the sacrificial ceremony, you usually have to fast for seven days. Both the host and the participants can adjust their physical and mental state during this time and try to get rid of the sundries in the body. Two, I really can't stand it without a bit of martial arts.
This time in a hurry, everyone took some pills to achieve their results.
At this time, Tai Wuxi's temperament had completely changed. When she heard the words of the Taoist priests, she faintly uttered, and walked out of the cave.
Qinglang master Ma Zhen noticed the abnormality and hurriedly pinched his fingers, Taiwu's fate disappeared!
"No! Taiwu has a problem, she is possessed by a previous life!"
The immortal masters and law protectors exclaimed that it was impossible.
There is no such thing as Taoist priests worshipping on the platform of reincarnation for thousands of years. How could the existence of the past life span to this life? It is said that the past cannot be traced. The souls of people who have died should be completely reorganized. After all, what is really in reincarnation is only human obsession, and this obsession is often not permanent. If you fully understand nature in samsara , Ego will disappear from the universe.
There are only two reasons for such a situation.
One is that past life obsessions are too strong, and too many memories are carried, which erased the will of this life.
The second is the tantric initiation sorcery. The will of the cultivator is passed to the mind of another innocent person, and the soul is returned by the body.
The Snow Region King Kong Sect has been gone for a hundred years, and no one thinks that there will be any remnants that can escape the palm of the Buddha.
So, the first reason.
Wang Ping'an stopped at the entrance of the cave and asked anxiously.
"Sister, is that you?"
Tai Wu Xixi glanced at him coldly.
The peaceful expression calmed down instead.
Ran Shan's senior experts filed out, and they all blocked Tai Wu's path.
"Little friend Taiwu, wake up quickly. Don't fall into conflicts in the past life. Those are all in the past and can't be changed!" Qing Langzhu is a fierce but soft-hearted old man. When he opens his mouth to persuade him, he does not know why There was a grievance from middle-aged women.
Tai Wuxixi didn't even want to look at them with his straight eyes, "Lady junior, get out of here!"
The Niubi Taoist priests looked at each other, but they didn't want to wait any longer. They rushed towards the crowd, their gestures were as casual and negligent as wading through some bushes.
The master uncle called the chief inspector and shouted: "The descendants of Taiwu are valued by the Buddha. This predecessor can't make the sect suffer such a humiliation, but it is offending!"
When the people took out the order, they had to cast a spell, but when they wanted to turn around, they turned into smoke and flew away.
"No! Get out!"
With an order, dozens of Mu Gong curses blasted towards the large group of clouds. For a time, the sky was scorched, and the vitality of Mu Xing between heaven and earth agitated like soup.
Under such an offensive, the sword grave stranger came, and he should have been tied to death, but the cloud was so agile, turned into a ribbon, fluttering and twisting, avoiding all the curse power.
"Who is this person?" The desperate people could only watch the cloud recondensing into a squat figure, and then she took a lotus step in the void and disappeared at the end of the sky.
Wang Pingan was like falling into a dream, then shook his head, and sighed in frustration: "She is strong enough, everything is fine for her, she forgot about me... forget it."
The old way walked over and gave him a big palm, "Go after it!"
"No need."
"If someone is lost, how can I explain to the Buddha?"
"If she can escape the Buddha, maybe she can escape fate."
Fu Xixi was too stupid and too kind. She knew that she would be in great danger after unblocking all the sword tombs, but because of the Buddha's request, she never said a word of frustration.
She will die.
The Taoist calculated that her future was a dead end.
The tiny glimmer of life is in reincarnation.
The Buddha was really good, and the Taoist priests were extremely grateful. The Buddha did not complain when he told him to die, but the younger sister was different.
The little sister is all his beautiful yearnings and the ultimate answer to life.
Choose her and betray the Buddha.
I bear this sin alone.
"I don't need you to be the British female who saves the world, or even you love me, I want you to live well."
Seize the silver lining! Xixi!
...
Wang Pingan was bound by the elders of Ranshan and brought to the Buddha.
The tall, beautiful Buddha, with familiar people standing beside him.
It's too weird.
Wang Ping'an closed his eyes.
The heart is dead.
Lu Zhengkang looked at him and knew his behavior clearly.
"For one's own selfish desires, abandoning the world in disregard, should be punished."
Fu Xixi looked at Wang Pingan who was kneeling on the ground with a smile.
The elders of the Taoist priests have grim faces. They are the participants in the trial, the executioners.
The dazed Bai Zimo returned to his senses, trying to stop this absurd scene, rushing over, but was restrained by a wooden curse, fell to the ground, splashed with dust, and threw on his wide-open eyes, painful.
In the blurry tears, the Buddha lightly patted the head of the Taoist priest.
He looked, but couldn't think, or even remember.
Mu Gongju.
Forbidden mind.
After he recovered, the Taoist priests all left.
Taiwuxixi met the royal Taoist priest, and it looked like a general acquaintance.
The little sister is no longer a little sister, and the Taoist priest is no longer a Taoist priest.
The fate of that boat is the swordsman and the old man.
"Ah!!!" Bai Zimo shot out his sword angrily.
In this world, everything is his sword aura, and only anger is in his heart, like a raging wind, rolling up thick smoke, and pounding on the Buddha.
"It's a bit worth seeing." Lu Zhengkang chuckled, "Wang Ping An" smiled upon hearing the words.
Sword Qi encountered a huge body-protecting Qi, which suddenly dissipated, and the swordsman poured into the gravel dust again.
Raising his head, the Buddha had already left with someone, and he was alone in the vast land.
Tears flowed in silence.
Not reconciled!
...
Mo Yun smiled and said to Lu Zhengkang, "Buddha still likes to bully juniors, especially for my heart sword line."
Lu Zhengkang raised his eyebrows, "Do you still want to try?"
"Buddha for your life."
Sun Lichai shook her sleeves and drove the Mo Yun away, "Lu Yuan, quickly solve the last sword grave, the little girl is not happy."
"Also."
After the last sword mound was unsealed, Xiangshu's real body was about to be born. Lu Zhengkang just went to Taiwu Village to hide the villagers who stayed in the pure land, which is regarded as clearing out the battlefield~EbookFREE.me~Seventh Sword mound.
Burn the gods.
This place is located in a deep ditch in a dark abyss, and it does not touch the bottom, but the bottom is burning with abnormal fire, the inside is deep blue, and the halo on the edge has four colors, black and white, red and blue, it is the fire of the four directions and four elephants.
The different fire rushed up to nine thousand meters, and it was like boundless phoenix to the top, swaying flaming, comparable to the beauty of ghosts and gods.
Lu Zhengkang brought the small strangers into the Pure Land, and led the reincarnated Mo Yun and Sun Lichai into the sword tomb.
This madness does not hurt things. Peach blossoms grow on the cliffs of the Dark Abyss, and the flames shuttle between the branches, but even the delicate petals have not been rolled down.
As they breathed, the fire burned, but when it entered the nose, it was just a faint hot wind.
The flame shines through here, and everything around is shrouded in colorful colors. A few pivotal minions are solved along the way. At the bottom, the fire is as heavy as water, spreading on the ground like crystals. A group of white-haired foxes play and play here, and see Lu Zhengkang. They ran over and circled him.
There are two peach trees in front of the ancient tomb, one tall and one short, relying on each other.
Sun Lichai took the hilt of the sword to unlock the door of the tomb.
The door of the tomb is open and there is no human figure. First, there is a loud sound of the piano.
"Zheng!"
The sound waves are mixed with internal strength, suddenly like a bronze bell. The internal strength contains the true meaning, and it is absolutely like an independent husband.
Essence, energy and spirit are possessed, and the wonderful sound of the piano is natural.
Sun Lichai's complexion turned pale and her heart pulse was damaged.
The head of the fourteen sages, even if she had only one success in the past, she is not the so-called master in the world.
The divine sword burns the divine refinement, and its supernatural powers are peculiar to the world, so that every time the swordsman makes a move, the power increases a hundredfold.
A woman holding a piano walked out slowly, her luxurious and beautiful robe was burning with an unquenchable fire, the broken and decayed veil was hanging down, her appearance was welcoming, but all the light was gloomy.
Because of her beauty, she is comparable to stars.