Chapter 20: Wound
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Yang God
- Divine Dreamwalker
- 1815 characters
- 2021-02-25 04:52:41
"The assassin has been killed by the prince, and they will all retreat. Don't overdo it, so as not to disturb the family, and tidy up the body. The defenders will defend themselves.
The light of the torch is in the face of Wu Wen Hou Hongxuan's general color, which is flickering.
Two priests on the ground who were crossed by the sword.
Hong Xuanji stood behind a row of lunges, with a long knife and a sheath, wearing heavy iron armor, but like a feather, it is easy to breathe, and the sturdy scorpion is so sturdy.
This is an elite guard in Houfu, "Mou Weiwei"!
The long knives in their hands are all four fingers wide, and almost one person is coming. Everyone stands there, and it seems fierce that they can even take two horses together in two.
It was a special "mood knife". When Hong Xuanji was young, he used to be a "fighting soldier" with eight hundred infantry, and he swayed the thousand black armor of the Yunmeng Empire, creating the myth of stepping through the ride.
However, although there are only 30 people in the house, there are only 30 people in the house, but all of them are the elites of the "fighting knife", and Hong Xuanji’s personal soldiers.
One of the "Mou Weiwei" is a martial artist who can defeat dozens of soldiers with bare hands.
What's more, they have a full body armor, holding a "mood knife"?
Such martial arts warriors smashed out in the blood of the corpse, thousands of troops are easy to open, ghosts and gods can not be close!
What is even more terrifying is that there are still thirty or forty hand-held shackles scattered around, the arrows are already on the line, and the guards are aiming around, ready to aim at the launching guards.
This is the "powerful defense" of Houfu!
The downtime in their hands is dark red and there is a scale on the fuselage. The string that collapses is full of power, and as long as you look at it, you will feel that the arrow has passed through!
This is the special "God arm" of the Dagan Dynasty. It has the power of three stones (that is, three hundred pounds). Even if the samurai must use the feet to open the arrow, these hands can be easily Pull it open!
"God arm" can shoot through the armor in fifty steps!
The exact volley of the 30th and the 40th, even if it is a powerful martial arts master, you must drink and hate on the spot.
Modaowei bowed the knife to protect the surrounding area, and the iron arrow was scattered around the line. Hong Xuanji stood on the spot, the fire reflected, Jinyi Huafu, Zijinguan, he seems to be a martial art that can never be knocked down. giant.
"Turn off the fire! Don't alarm the family! The dead body is carried away! The deep pit is buried!" After hearing the words of Hong Xuanji, the head of a strange knife guard raised his hand.
Hey!
There are only one sound in the sheath of thirty knives, which is neat and tidy.
The torch is extinguished at the same time, leaving only the starlight.
"Hou Ye, the end is late, please Hou Ye to punish!"
The head of the Modaowei stepped forward and stood in front of Hong Xuanji, and then made a vaunty on one knee.
He did not squat down because the iron armor was heavy and could not be fully polite. The "cold steel heavy armor" of the Dagan dynasty was made of cold iron forging, and it was completely draped and weighed 120 pounds. Only the martial arts high-powered generals can wear them and move freely.
"I only said two words to the Assassin. You are wearing armor and weapons are coming out. This kind of action is faster than the time in the army. How can I punish you?"
Wu Wen Hou Hong Xuanji said, put his hand down, "Untie the armor, go back to sleep."
"But, Hou Ye, your safety...."
"This world can kill me, in addition to practicing the gods other than the Yang God, as well as the martial arts of the immortal. Unfortunately, these two people, the world has not been able to come out........"
Hong Xuanji looked up at the sky. "Bai Ziyue, since you are coming to me to fight, don't let me down."
Looking at the exit, Hong Xuanji remembered the soul that I just felt: "The soul has been hurt by me, even if it slips, there is no big deal. The soul is overly shocked, but it can't be recovered, more than ten days. It will burn out."
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Hong Yi’s soul screamed out fiercely, and the wolf rushed to the shock.
Fortunately, he is a wandering soul, invisible and inferior, can pass through the wall without being blocked, otherwise it will have been hit by blood.
Waiting for the rush to the small courtyard where you lived in the northwest corner of Houfu, the soul returned to the shell. Hung Yi is still in shock, feeling the body's heart beating and the mind is and groggy.
It is a feeling of the rest of the life.
"Readers pay attention to calmness, and things are not too slow, even if the knife and axe are added, the heart does not jump and the eyebrows do not wrinkle, such a realm of refining the mind, it seems that I am still far from reaching."
After a long time, Hong Yi was a little bit stunned and felt very tired, but he couldn’t sleep or rest.
The head has a feeling of pain.
"This is hurting the soul...."
Hong Yi knows that he has just wandered to the main government, and he was shocked by excessive spurs.
Great joy, great sadness, great fear, great fear, big shock, big shock, are very hurtful. This point, not to mention that the practitioners know, even the scholars know.
Some scholars, occasionally see a wonderful woman, after returning to tea, do not think, all day long, I think, ten days and a half will lose weight, and finally died of serious illness, but also hurt the soul.
After the injury, people are very tired, but they can't settle down and can't rest well. Insomnia and forgetfulness all night long, upset.
The spirit of Hong Yi can't be concentrated, and it can't be quiet, let alone return to the heart like a calm water.
Burning a certain sandalwood, Hong Yi washes his hands, then grinds the gods and writes the word "static".
But this time, this method is actually not working.
The heart can't be calmed down, affecting the fonts are skewed, the edges are thick, and the calligraphy is out of standard.
"The heart can't be quiet, the word "Quiet" is not well written. This type of font shows the hairs in my heart... I don't know if my father found out that I didn't, did you find out the clues?" Hong Yi looked at the buttercups on the table. Word, take the paper off.
"I can't sleep without sleep, and God can't sleep. If I hurt God, I will lose my soul. I am afraid that for ten days, I will die with the light." Hong Yi smiled bitterly.
"Well, take a look at the Amitabha."
Hong Yi took out the "Amitabha" from the place where the body was attached to the meat, spread it out on the bed, and enjoyed it by the starlight outside.
This time he did not read the contents of the scriptures, but appreciated the scrolls and the portraits in the middle from the perspective of appreciation of calligraphy and painting.
"This word is even the most famous contemporary calligrapher Wang Xizhi. I am afraid that I can't write it. If I have such a word, I don't have to do the righteousness when I take the exam, and I write it in high school. The charm of this Amitabha Buddha is also unparalleled in the world. Even if you are good at painting religious figures, you can never draw them..."
Painting the Holy Path is the highest-achieving painter of the Dagan Dynasty. He is best at painting religious figures. Once upon a time, there were countless Taoist temples. The Buddhist temples asked him to paint the fairy map. The price of each painting was worth a thousand dollars.
"The reason why the Amitabha is the scriptures is not because of how deep his law is, how to practice, and there are no shortcuts to go. No matter how high the law is, it is impossible to become a god." The place is the charm of calligraphy and art... The words and pictures contain the most pure essence of Buddhism. Although I don’t worship Buddha, I can’t help but admire such art and charm.....
Suddenly, Hong Yi’s heart produced a hint of enlightenment.
He appreciates calligraphy and art with a pure eye.
This silk is vividly realized, and the Amitabha Buddha is deeply engraved in his head.
Bang!
The soul of Hong Yi’s soul is deep, like a sudden Buddha, hanging in the void.
Looking at this past Buddha like the past in his own life, Hong Yi’s mind was suddenly incomparably peaceful, and he felt the endless void, and the earth was big and let me swim.
Hong Yi’s heart is calm and calm, and there is no feeling of hurting God. It is the warmth of the soul, such as the comfort of bathing in the hot springs~EbookFREE.me~ Down to sleep, no dreams overnight.
When I wake up, it is already bright.
"It’s a good night’s sleep, it’s like a day when it’s down.
Hung Yi got up in the morning and held up a lazy waist. During the breath, he was refreshed and exhaled. He didn’t have a bad breath.
After the kind of injury last night, the feeling of horror, fatigue, but the inability to fall asleep completely disappeared, replaced by an endless confidence and satisfaction.
Hung Yi knows that the damage of his own soul is all good.
The practice of the Amitabha is not how deep the law is. The greatest effect is the portrait of the scripture. After comprehending the charm, I can see that this Buddha is in the thought and can suppress all horror and eliminate joy. Quickly repair damaged souls.
The cultivator, the soul of the shell, inevitably has a variety of damage. By looking at the portrait of the Amitabha, you can repair the soul with the fastest speed.
It’s like a person practicing martial arts, and it’s inevitable that there is a broken bone. It takes a hundred days to cultivate a hundred days of injury, but if there is a panacea, the first day will hurt the muscles and apply it. The next day will be fine. How fast will this speedy person progress? How strong will it be?
The Buddha on the Amitabha, the peak of the painting, and the thoughts that exist in the mind of the gods are the same effects as the panacea! There is no magical use.
Overnight, the soul of Hong Yi’s injury was restored.
This state, even Hong Xuan machine is not expected.