Legend of the Great Saint

“This is already the sixth gossip. Should we continue?” Li Qingshan asked that Han Qingzhi, although not mentioned, was involved in the life and death of a legal disciple, most of whom had asked Mahbu to do the math. If he could determine his survival, it would not be a search mission, but a rescue mission.

The search for the living is also a search, as is the search for the dead.

Xiao 'an became more proficient in the use of the Seven Signatures of the Cloud, but the six gossips in a row were all signed off, and there was no chance at all. But she wouldn't give up because it was weird.

If Qian Yongzheng is dead, the location of her body should be able to deduce an approximate location, but gossip shows that she seems to be in hell, which is the most incredible place.

Hell is the home of all souls, but even though the technique of linen can't touch another world.

“I want to gossip one last time. ”

“Okay." Li Qingshan said, although the tortoise has some prophetic perceived power, he is now at most two-ninths of the tortoise, and can feel the life-and-death crisis.

In the ancient wind city, deep in the great battle of Lord Black Lotus, there were no warning signs, or by the devil's instinct, he realized at the last juncture that the situation was wrong, and he could not escape. Of course, he also felt that the sensation was not sharp enough, and the result was truly unsafe.

Xiao An double-handedly shaken, Yin Yang five lines of seven kinds of true qi, in a fantastic way to combine condensation, as if evolution of the habitat changes of everything in the world, comes from the first line of life in the underworld coincides.

Ultimately, a cylinder was condensed. Tens of thousands of colors blended back and forth in a special pattern. It resembled a kaleidoscope. It appeared to form various images, images and text, but Li Qingshan felt dizzy after only a glance.

A fine bamboo tag, from which it slowly rises, collapses and collapses. Xiao An held the signature in his hand as if he held the number of lives in the underworld.

The Seven Signs of the Cloud, originated from the oldest seven stars, once signed, knew the life and death of the guitarist and knew the future.

Li Qingshan also couldn't see the way out. He thought to himself. If he counted using turtle nails, then Xiao 'an would be asking for a question. Of course, he did not know that his dream lover Gu Yanshadow, used the six-piece technique, was quoted as copper money.

Naturally, this signature is not a real one, and there is no difference between signing and unlocking. Instead, in the midst of a changing fate, there is a message that emerges. In destiny itself, luck is no different from evil, life and death. Up and down are the hearts and minds of men.

Xiao 'an closed her eyes, raised her eyebrows, and tried to unleash her greatest imagination to interpret the message in this signature.

Fate will never tell you clearly, “Hey, Zhang San, you're in bad luck today.” Even if this simple, single message contains ten times more information than an encyclopedia, a hundred times more difficult to understand than an impressionist painter's post-wine painting.

The main task of the Buddha is to interpret these messages and tell the Buddha: "Hey, Zhang San, you have bad luck today, you better not go out. ”

And this is still a time-bound problem, the flashing bamboo sticks, constantly flashing and twisting, quickly dissipating in Xiao An's hands.

Li Qingshan asked: “How? ”

Xiao An opened her eyes, her eyebrows were tight, and the seven previous signatures of the cloud were based on the six signatures. This seventh signature was the most accurate one. Finally, she found this line of life in a gossip filled with the meaning of hell, so weak that it could not be counted for the rest of her life, as if a lonely lamp in a storm, would extinguish at any moment.

Li Qingshan listened to Xiaoan's explanation and pondered for a moment: “Do you want to go find her? ”

……

The fly identified the source of the odor, flied a few laps carefully, and did not find its own figure, making it a little uneasy.

But it couldn't resist the seduction of the smell, and instinctively, it flew to the open eye of the "corpse".

For a moment, there seemed to be something, swimming through the eyes of the "corpse", and the eyes of the “corpse” turned violently.

It fell silently and ended a brief life, lying on the ground with many of its kind.

Brief sobriety, slight eye rotation, observing the surrounding scene. By doing so, she knew how long she had been here, and her mind had been completely strangled, feeling like the biggest liar, making her think she had been here for hundreds of years.

Reason can only play a slight role, as if picking up garbage in ruins and trying to rebuild a city is ridiculous and futile.

However, the long-lost sense of time was recovered and the memory returned about three months ago.

The noon sun barely shines through the green canopy into the forest and floats on a wide, light stream.

She stepped into the stream and shook up the silence, concentrating on finding out the whereabouts of the Shemale Eater, trying to forget her original purpose, but not her.

Spring was strong, but her heart still stood in the cold winter, she could not forget the turmoil, she had nothing to gain for months, she would feel relieved every day, but there was another strength, but she kept pulling her into the mud.

She almost wanted to give up, walk 10,000 miles away, find a place where no one knew her and start over. But there is a trick in the world. The man may have no choice about Gu Yan Shadow, but it is too easy to find himself and kill himself.

She stopped at the centre of the creek and crossed the creek, deep in the forest, filled with all kinds of dangers, and this was the end of the mission.

“Are you looking for someone? ”

Just as she wanted to turn around, a gentle voice called her, a voice from a man with a face as gentle as a voice, a slight smile in the corner of her mouth, a black coat like a dark night, a broken coat swinging slowly with the stream.

She sighed softly, like relieving herself of her burden, and the long-awaited, real crisis had come.

Then he turned around slowly and prayed, “My subordinate Qian Yung has met Lord Black Lotus.” Finally, once again, we meet the first person under the Virgin Mary in the White Lotus.

“Qian Jung-chun, how dare you come?” Before Lord Black Lotus could speak, he walked out of behind him a little girl in white. She looked only five or six years old and spoke with milk, but the chills in her eyes made her blood seem frozen, unable to say a word. That's right, that's the White Lotus Virgin, the source of her constant fear.

“Do I seem like you've been looking for us?” Lord Black Lotus Tank was curious, the money came out, they were not unaware, just worried it was a trap, but he had exhausted his mind to keep White Lotus out of that possible trap. It's unnecessary to expose their whereabouts for a small sum of money.

Until today, he can no longer contain her anger before he shows up. The man, Lord Gu, is not such a patient person. Her attitude of laziness in pursuit means that she no longer sees the great enemies of the past. Yes, the game is over.

Qian Yongzhi knelt down immediately and knocked his head into the water: “Yes, Qian Yongzhi was under the control of Gu Yan Shadow. He made a terrible mistake and died before resigning. He came to ask the Virgin Mary and the altar master for sin! ”

“Don't mention that name!” The little girl screamed.

“I'm not the altar master anymore, just call me Black Lotus! ”

“I am still the Virgin of White Lotus!” The little girl screamed again.

“Yes, you are still the Virgin of White Lotus.” Black Lotus bent down, talking as if she were a child, then stood up and rubbed her temple in anguish: "I would love to let you go, but can you make up a decent reason why the Virgin of White Lotus is so angry now, it's really hard to fool. ”

Qian Yongzhang said, "I don't want to hear your lies, please treat me honestly, okay? To make you understand the seriousness of the problem, from now on, if you say one more word of lies, I will kill you. ”

“I don't want to hear her say, Black Lotus, you kill her, you kill her!” The Lady of White Lotus stomped her feet and stepped on the creek and splattered.

Black Lotus grabs the little hand of Lady White Lotus: “Speak quickly! Lady White Lotus can't wait to get up and look me in the eye and tell me why you're here. ”

Qian Yongzheng stood up, looking into the clear and dark eyes of Black Lotus, ready words, no more words can be exported, because every word of it is a lie.

“I want a way out. ”

“Never!” Lady White Lotus kicked the water hard.

Black Lotus laughed: "Well, we have one thing in common, no doubt. Killing for hatred is pointless, of course, not everyone thinks so.” For example, the little Virgin of White Lotus next to him was eager to swallow the money away from this great traitor.

“I'm curious, why aren't you influenced by cleansing minds? ”

Qian Yongzhi: “Probably because I practiced charm..."

“Clear Laundry is not a charm. Do you know why? ”

Qian Jung shook her head and she didn't even feel that the technique had any effect on her.

Black Lotus said that there was a high monk who could read through the mulberry, watched the arts and crafts all obsessed with the incomprehensible, sadly created a gateway, put his own understanding into the brains of others, so that in a moment, he could enlighten himself.

Even a foolish man can understand the Supreme Divine Buddha Law and no longer suffer from all the troubles of the world, called the "Dai-yu Grand Law”, which is by no means a means a magical means of controlling people's hearts.

This is why Qing Ling's heart surgery came, there is no resistance at all, because the spell itself is beneficial, after surgery, as if to enlighten Su Hui and understand the dust before. From now on, there will be no mental bottlenecks on the practice path until the practitioner's cultivation is at its ultimate. If Hana had embraced this technique, foundation building would have been successful years ago.

Qian Yongzheng only understood why the people of Bailian Church, as long as they have been subjected to this surgery, all smile, even if Bailian Church is heavily struck, they are not discouraged, it seems that the heart is filled with endless satisfaction.

"Can you tell me why?" said Black Lotus. ”

Qian Jung-chun dropped his head: “Actually, I want to be like them.” Ever since I was a kid, she had such a happy moment, she couldn't remember, frowning, shaking her head helplessly: “But I just couldn't be happier!” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)