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His eyes reflected a river of stars. Liang Rulian could not see her figure in these eyes. She only felt that she was in the misty bank of the river. The underwater schools of silver fish jumped out of the water one after another, turning into a bright light. The streamer of life spans the fleeting years, and she is standing on this end, and a child is standing on that end.

"It's Dezhang..."

"The kind mother's grace to be pregnant, and her love of breastfeeding can't be forgotten. Today, I take my kind mother with peace and happiness. I only hope that my mother can promise to accompany her son through this last period of life."

"Li'er, what do you mean?" Liang Rulian raised her hand to stroke Lu Zhengkang's face. Her palm was thin and rough. Lu Zhengkang felt like a thin, tough papyrus scraping her cheeks.

"Forgive your children for being unfilial, but you can't live this life with a loving mother."

"Li'er, you are a Buddha." Liang Rulian is still idiotic, even a little bit in a dream, I am afraid she herself doesn't know what she is talking about.

This warm moment was enough for Lu Zhengkang to have a long aftertaste. He explained his thoughts one by one, and the depression on his biological mother's face gradually disappeared.

Holding her mother's hand, Lu Zhengkang stepped across a thousand miles to the bedroom in Shaolin Village, put her on the edge of the bed, and sat down on the edge of the bed. He moved a small stool and sat upright, smiling while listening to the woman's talk.

"Li'er, you are fine, better than any time your mother thought. You have to reincarnate once for the common people of the world. My mother agrees, but you haven't lived well yet, you haven't married and had children..."

This is always the case.

Fozi watched with mourning as his flipped lips and cheeks fluttered at the bottom of the leaves among the flowers.

Always in the gap of gossip, there is the glow of memories in the low poetic years...

As for Li Dingyin?This man will have a sweet dream, a sweet dream about Huangtu's hegemony.

I don't know how he would view this ordinary world after waking up.

Chapter 133: Entering Reincarnation, Being God

Lu Zhengkang sat deep in the hall, on the high platform.

it's time.

Xiangshu has summoned him in the dark.

The Buddhist and Taoist lay people stood inside and outside the hall with wide open windows.

These bald heads stood quietly, like wooden poles poking on a stone slab, like a group of silent grass and trees, like migratory birds gliding in the wind. They are quiet and full of strong emotions.

All day long.

All day long, before the sun rose, Lu Zhengkang sat on the high platform, while the believers stood looking at him.

Up to now, the red sun is falling.

The sun shines in from the tall square window frames, and the golden transparent oblique pillars are dissolved in the shadow of the house, and the dust collides in them, sinks and floats, or leaves the beam of light, enters, or returns ...Who can tell?Can they tell by themselves?

There was a light on the high platform, and Jin Hui's earth was like lacquer. Lu Zhengkang had completely got rid of the definition of human beings in such sunlight and gaze. The peaceful person would be a higher level existence.

Through his body, one can see the high above—He.

Lu Zhengkang's heart was full of delusional thoughts, and gradually weakened his sense of sympathy.

A little bit weak.

So it's time.

In the silent world of Fa-rectification, Lu Zhengkang's throat rolled, low thunder rang out from his chest, deaf and trembling, houses shaking, and mountains and forests rustling.

The surging upper edge, the flow of fate.

Just like that, the soul flew out suddenly, floating high.

Lu Zhengkang carefully felt this simple world.

The believers recited his name aloud.

"Nanwuluyuan Bodhisattva."

The body of the avatar surrounded by faint glow, at the end of the last, he caught a certain kind of inspiration and raised his left hand to the east.The fingertips were just at the very edge of the beam of light, with a gleam of light shining into everyone's hearts.It is not a finger, it is a torch, and a lighthouse.

The mortal body of the dunya sits like this, pointing, and slowly disappearing, like a shadow in the light, the dark existence is dissolved, everything returns to the original appearance, the original appearance of nothing.

Some were tearful, some showed compassion, and of course some showed uncontrollable joy...

The vivid faces grew on the rigid and meaningless body-this was Lu Zhengkang's last thoughts before he left the world.

The upper edge, the great upper edge, the upper edge is a description of the foundation of the universe. It is an individual and a whole.

The deep upper edge aggregates, the surface layer makes up the world, what is in the deep layer?

Lu Zhengkang’s upper edge beads shook slightly, and those bad ties were immediately separated, and the tumbling gray marks turned into faces—lively faces, without a shell, but some oval-shaped things, which surrounded Lu Zhengkang. Turning around, the vortex of the upper edge is set off, revealing the deep pit.

The endless and endless pits and valleys end below the surface, beyond all manifestations.

And in Lu Zhengkang's ability to understand, the concrete appearance of existence still appeared. He refers to an existence in the depths, a pivot.

"You! Here comes..."

Lu Zhengkang is a little bit of Mars. He is floating on the radiant sea, the huge storm on the sea surface, the turbulence of those faces, and the vortex formed, a huge body shows a little bit of evil clues, ten arms Face, iron body, copper head, red hair, long arms, sharp claws.

With eight faces and one hundred eyes, joy, anger, sorrow, fear, treacherous, greedy, ignorant, and epilepsy, countless affectionate struggles and twists on their faces, and the dazzling and dense eyes blinking regularly, crystal-like eyes A layer of weird eye shadows floated on the membrane, like the dirt of an elderly person.

Each of the ten arms held ten divine swords, but nine of them were intact, and only one had only a blade left.

A huge fang grows between the chest and abdomen, and the lead-gray gums are soaked with black blood, dripping from the pale fangs.

This big mouth widened, and it was another vortex, and the fleshy passage led to sinking-Lu Zhengkang actually saw countless human bodies climbing upwards.

"Dead! Death! Death!" They were surging like waves, making a hoarse and terrifying high pitch.

Lu Zhengkang's upper edge bead is like a sparkling seedling.

He is already a character like a bright moon, but he is like the real deep space of the universe.

Xiangshu said he wanted him to surrender-who could not surrender?

It's not high above the sky, but below the ground.

But Lu Zhengkang did not believe it.

The sky is high and the earth is thick, is his existence only used to recognize certain established things?

The grand samurai appeared slowly.

If the link is darkness and evil, then the samsara is mixed and natural.

A big dream in a previous life.