Otherworldly Merchant

I fell off the phone and was in a terrible mood.

Mission, mission again! What exactly is my mission?

So many people are not afraid of life and death, and they do whatever it takes to keep me around, just to make me accomplish that mission that I still don't know.

I thought it was to destroy Dragon Springs. It was to kill Dragon Qing Qiu.

But now I'm starting to feel like it's never going to be that simple!

Or, that's just the first step!

But how about Han and Six? What motivates them and what drives them so irreversibly?

If possible, I'd rather be just an ordinary person, with no bullshit mission, than some shady businessman, just an ordinary citizen.

At least, the burden on me won't be so heavy.

Wouldn't be so heartbroken to think of the seniors who died for me!

But it's all just a thought!

Like the first one said, grandpa and so many seniors sacrificed for what?

If I just give up, who am I supposed to do it for? What face do I have to meet them?

But...

But Han Lao Liu and Caiyun just got married, so they embarked on a journey.

The journey of life and death is unknown, and I will do everything for my sake.

Their dangers, and even the information that Lena revealed, could have been predicted at first, which is why they are so calm.

Han Lao Liu and Caiyun must also be very clear, but they are still...

I squeezed my fist so tight, my heart ached!

Sitting dead till dawn, a few golden rays of sunshine came through the door seams.

But what's very strange is that the sun doesn't, as usual, fall on the ground, like a silk thread that's drawn into your hand, bending through the porch, avoiding the wall, and flying straight into the backyard.

I think it's a little weird, chasing after the past.

Running into the backyard, the sun was actually sucked in by Ye Su Ling.

It's like breathing air, all drilled down her nostrils.

Then a white mist came out.

Unlike what is commonly seen, the fog is clear, bright, like a white veil, and has an unspeakable scent.

Her breathing was smooth and the sun was supposed to be endless, but it was shrinking.

After more than a dozen consecutive times, the rising sunlight was absorbed by her, and the backyard was filled with a clear white shadow, floating over it, scattered around in front of her, as if dreaming of immortality.

Old Grey Pigeon said she was a body of ice balls.

During the three years of walking her to the ancient tombs, she was laid the foundation for her practice.

Then he was celebrated by the high monks and masters of the four great Buddhist mountains. Next, he listened to the mysterious muddler recite the 100 days of Tibetan semantics...

Now, let her into the Red Dust Trial, which is the legendary Hundred Days Saint Hugh!

The so-called Baijie Saint Shu was proposed jointly by several other factions during the Western Han Dynasty, after Han Wudi listened to Dong Zhongshu's proposal and the monopoly Confucianism.

At that time, Taoism had not yet taken shape, and most of the monks were only Yin Yang and Fang.

Buddhism had just been introduced, and the Great Buddhist Method had not entered the earth.

The two factions of Buddhist Path are just a prototype, let alone later so-called Buddhist Path fights.

Ultimately, only to see the world's jockeys, the other factions are dissatisfied, but they are powerless to fight alone, thus proposing a joint response.

Whatever faction is most powerful, it is called Holy.

This assertion is meant to mean that, as long as the parents are gathered together, they will become a saint even after one day of cultivation and integration!

Confucianism has always been incompatible with other factions, even totally excluded.

Confucius said, "Speak weird and confused," and a stick killed the Buddhist families; he also advocated the ren rule of the people, so that the water fire with the soldier's family, the two factions of Confucius and Mo could not stop arguing.

This assertion, when put forward, corresponds positively to almost all academic factions in the world.

At that time, it was just a generalized statement that there was virtually no trace in history of what was truly a generation of saints through the Holy Religion of the Hundred Days.

Barely speaking, Wang Yangming counts as half, but he is a generation of Confucius himself, only a few directors of Buddhist soldiers.

But in the rumors of wild history, and even in the records of the Buddhist families, there are many people present.

Later, as Confucianism gained a greater and greater place in history, this claim was gradually forgotten, even as disrespect, and no one dared to mention it.

But it's just a hundred-day sacrament in history.

On the way to practice, there is another legend of the Hundred Days of Holy Religion.

Spiritual, then divine, sanctified.

It means that after trampling the three thresholds of Buddhist worship, you can reach the realm of the Three Laws Passage, the half-hearted and supreme.

It's commonly known as "superiority"!

It is very difficult for ordinary people to fix one door and achieve one creation, let alone know three doors, within another 300 days.

That's a myth!

Even if wisdom is as good as Zen's six ancestors, I am as true as Wang Chongyang, and I am only a pope.

Plus, they've had decades of hard work to achieve!

Besides, which sect would teach the Supreme Gate to a sectarian disciple?

But nowadays, this kind of weird thing is happening!

First, the elder pigeon gray pigeon laid the foundation for her with nine mysteries; then the high priests of the four great Buddhist mountains sang the Buddha's treasure book for her; the mysterious mudsman proclaimed the Tibetan essence for her... the three Buddhist and customary sects, all of them teach each other.

Did they all see the unique talent of Ye Su Ling? Think she'll be the only god to reach the height of half-heartedness, or even a holy double, from a thousand years ago?

I was stunned, and suddenly there was a knock on the door.

That voice started to sound less loud, and then it got louder and louder.

I didn't even have to open the door, I knew it was Li Mazi.

The door opened and it was him.

Behind him, he stood trapped and beat Li Xiaomeng in arrears.

“Uncle Zhang...” As soon as Li Xiaomeng saw me, he hurriedly greeted me and lowered his head - since the last pillow hunt, Li Xiaomeng was a little embarrassed every time she saw me, she couldn't even look at me.

“Hey.” I answered, and a strange question came up: "Isn't it Friday? Why don't you go to school? ”

“My father asked Aunt Xia to give me a week's leave to accompany my aunt. ”

“Hey, hey.” Li Mazi scratched her head: “Xiao Mazi finally came to visit, let Xiao Meng play with her for two more days. It doesn't matter if she learns less than a few days. ”

This guy doesn't say it, but I know what this shit's doing.

He was so capable of watching Ye Su Ling as a young man, and his achievements after that must not be small.

If Li Xiaomeng can take advantage of this thigh, there will be a little more!

Even if it can't be Yang, it's good to be able to think Wu San.