Chapter 98
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Guo Yan Yun Yan Feng Ling
Chapter 98
With a scream, the momentum of the black mist decreased immediately, the black palm print was split by a sword, and the person behind him fled away wrapped in black mist.
"You wait for the task to be completed, and return to the sect quickly."
Zhenjun Jianwu heard the sound transmission in his ears, and the person had already followed the fleeing black smoke.
The members of the Heavenly Sword Sect climbed up from the ground in a state of embarrassment, looking at the departing Zhenjun Jianwu with black lines all over his head, everyone could hear the voice of joy and excitement.
"Amitabha, it turns out that some of you are disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, no wonder they are so courageous." Liao Kong had already taken back his Buddhist beads, and said very politely.
"Master Liao Kong is polite." This time, the newly promoted Master Jindan came out to answer briefly.
"Okay, people have already run away, so I'll take a step first."
Immortal Yan Su became lazy again at this moment, and with a simple move, a black falcon swooped in and flew sideways. Immortal Yan Su had already landed on the back of the falcon, and the falcon let out a cry, leading him to fly away. into the sky.
"Renren Yan is always in such a hurry." Liao Kong explained.
"Thank you Kong Zhenren for your help this time!" Several people bowed their hands in salute.
"You're welcome, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect are courageous and resourceful. Only by opening a gap, can we have a chance to make a move."
"Realist Liaokong, Shan Yunzhu, an outer disciple of Xiatian Sword Sect, these are my fellow disciples." Then he introduced three people one by one,
"Realist Liao Kong, Luoxia Village is where I was born. Although I have no relatives now, I still hope to enter the reincarnation of the soul of the old man. I wonder if the real person can help?"
"Amitabha, I am naturally obliged to do this, Shan Zhenren can rest assured."
Standing simply in front of the formation that had been completely broken by Zhenjun Jianwu, her eyes were complicated. She accepted Shan Yunzhu's identity and her karma, so she had to come for this mission.
"Do you nephews bring musical instruments?"
He Jintang, Kong Yu and Cao Chenfeng all shook their heads.
Simply standing at the entrance of the village, looking at the dead village, feeling a little stuck in my heart, I made a formula with both hands, and a red manjusawa flame was slowly bred from the palm of my hand, and I waved the flame out, and one flame turned into two. One, three, four, and countless flowers float towards the exposed white bones.
The simple thing is to walk towards the middle of the village. She remembered that there was an old locust tree in the illusion just now, and it was a place where men, women and children in the village liked to gather.
With a simple walk, the Manzhushahua flame flower centered on her, slowly spread out to the surroundings, and the white bones it touched instantly turned into powder.
I simply found a lyre with a few broken strings from the broken wall. It is estimated that this is the only musical instrument in the village.
After connecting the strings, simply sit cross-legged next to the dry and broken pagoda tree, put the piano on your knees, twist the strings with your left hand, and pluck it with your right hand, a string of desolate piano sounds came out.
The sound of the piano changed from high pitched and rushing at the beginning, to melodious and melodious, and then to weeping and complaining, and finally fell into the sea like water, causing ripples and spreading farther and farther away.
The sound of the zither was simply played with spiritual power and echoed throughout the village, while the red manjusawa flames dotted the entire village. Occasionally, black smoke floated from the ground, which was ignited by the flames and disappeared in an instant.
When the sound of Jian Jian's zither sounded, Master Liao Kong had already come to Jian Jian and sat cross-legged, releasing all the souls trapped in his prayer beads. The black soul just released was still roaring angrily, but with the sound of the zither The black mist disappeared, revealing the original appearance of the villagers.
And Liaokong has already started to twist the [-] beads, closed his eyes and recited the "Mantra of Rebirth":
Namo Amida Poye, Dotagata Ye, Dodi Yeta, and Amitabha. The chanting of the Buddha's voice is accompanied by the sound of the piano, spreading around.
The souls that were released at the beginning wandered, searched, and even screamed in Luoxia Village, but there was nothing left. Gradually, they changed from angry to sad, from unwilling to lonely, and their souls became more and more transparent.
"Amitabha! All of you, go back to your samsara!"
Following the words of the real man in the sky, the manjusawa flames all over the sky bloomed more and more brilliantly. At the end of the sea of flowers formed by the manjusawa flames, a black door slowly opened in the void, and two figures, one black and one white, stood in front of them. On both sides of the gate, the souls of the villagers seemed to be summoned, and slowly rushed towards the gate.
When the last transparent soul entered the gate, the gate was slowly closed, and the two figures, one black and one white, saluted Jian Jian and Kong Kong, and finally disappeared without a trace.
The lyre that was simply placed on the knee turned into powder in an instant, the manjusawa flames all over the sky disappeared in an instant, and their faces turned pale when they were empty.
At this time, the golden light of merit descended from the sky, covering Jian Jian and Kong Kong. The two of them fell into meditation, and a little bit of golden light melted into their bodies, replenishing the spiritual power and spiritual consciousness that they had lost just now.
A simple cultivation base directly promoted to the middle stage of the golden core, and the golden core was enlarged again, and there was a little golden light on it besides the ninth-grade pill pattern.
Daoist Liao Kong was also promoted to the middle stage of Golden Core, because of the golden light of his merits, his whole person was even more dignified.
The three people on the sidelines silently protected the two Jindan real people. After half an hour, the two woke up from the trance together and smiled at each other.
(End of this chapter)
With a scream, the momentum of the black mist decreased immediately, the black palm print was split by a sword, and the person behind him fled away wrapped in black mist.
"You wait for the task to be completed, and return to the sect quickly."
Zhenjun Jianwu heard the sound transmission in his ears, and the person had already followed the fleeing black smoke.
The members of the Heavenly Sword Sect climbed up from the ground in a state of embarrassment, looking at the departing Zhenjun Jianwu with black lines all over his head, everyone could hear the voice of joy and excitement.
"Amitabha, it turns out that some of you are disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, no wonder they are so courageous." Liao Kong had already taken back his Buddhist beads, and said very politely.
"Master Liao Kong is polite." This time, the newly promoted Master Jindan came out to answer briefly.
"Okay, people have already run away, so I'll take a step first."
Immortal Yan Su became lazy again at this moment, and with a simple move, a black falcon swooped in and flew sideways. Immortal Yan Su had already landed on the back of the falcon, and the falcon let out a cry, leading him to fly away. into the sky.
"Renren Yan is always in such a hurry." Liao Kong explained.
"Thank you Kong Zhenren for your help this time!" Several people bowed their hands in salute.
"You're welcome, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect are courageous and resourceful. Only by opening a gap, can we have a chance to make a move."
"Realist Liaokong, Shan Yunzhu, an outer disciple of Xiatian Sword Sect, these are my fellow disciples." Then he introduced three people one by one,
"Realist Liao Kong, Luoxia Village is where I was born. Although I have no relatives now, I still hope to enter the reincarnation of the soul of the old man. I wonder if the real person can help?"
"Amitabha, I am naturally obliged to do this, Shan Zhenren can rest assured."
Standing simply in front of the formation that had been completely broken by Zhenjun Jianwu, her eyes were complicated. She accepted Shan Yunzhu's identity and her karma, so she had to come for this mission.
"Do you nephews bring musical instruments?"
He Jintang, Kong Yu and Cao Chenfeng all shook their heads.
Simply standing at the entrance of the village, looking at the dead village, feeling a little stuck in my heart, I made a formula with both hands, and a red manjusawa flame was slowly bred from the palm of my hand, and I waved the flame out, and one flame turned into two. One, three, four, and countless flowers float towards the exposed white bones.
The simple thing is to walk towards the middle of the village. She remembered that there was an old locust tree in the illusion just now, and it was a place where men, women and children in the village liked to gather.
With a simple walk, the Manzhushahua flame flower centered on her, slowly spread out to the surroundings, and the white bones it touched instantly turned into powder.
I simply found a lyre with a few broken strings from the broken wall. It is estimated that this is the only musical instrument in the village.
After connecting the strings, simply sit cross-legged next to the dry and broken pagoda tree, put the piano on your knees, twist the strings with your left hand, and pluck it with your right hand, a string of desolate piano sounds came out.
The sound of the piano changed from high pitched and rushing at the beginning, to melodious and melodious, and then to weeping and complaining, and finally fell into the sea like water, causing ripples and spreading farther and farther away.
The sound of the zither was simply played with spiritual power and echoed throughout the village, while the red manjusawa flames dotted the entire village. Occasionally, black smoke floated from the ground, which was ignited by the flames and disappeared in an instant.
When the sound of Jian Jian's zither sounded, Master Liao Kong had already come to Jian Jian and sat cross-legged, releasing all the souls trapped in his prayer beads. The black soul just released was still roaring angrily, but with the sound of the zither The black mist disappeared, revealing the original appearance of the villagers.
And Liaokong has already started to twist the [-] beads, closed his eyes and recited the "Mantra of Rebirth":
Namo Amida Poye, Dotagata Ye, Dodi Yeta, and Amitabha. The chanting of the Buddha's voice is accompanied by the sound of the piano, spreading around.
The souls that were released at the beginning wandered, searched, and even screamed in Luoxia Village, but there was nothing left. Gradually, they changed from angry to sad, from unwilling to lonely, and their souls became more and more transparent.
"Amitabha! All of you, go back to your samsara!"
Following the words of the real man in the sky, the manjusawa flames all over the sky bloomed more and more brilliantly. At the end of the sea of flowers formed by the manjusawa flames, a black door slowly opened in the void, and two figures, one black and one white, stood in front of them. On both sides of the gate, the souls of the villagers seemed to be summoned, and slowly rushed towards the gate.
When the last transparent soul entered the gate, the gate was slowly closed, and the two figures, one black and one white, saluted Jian Jian and Kong Kong, and finally disappeared without a trace.
The lyre that was simply placed on the knee turned into powder in an instant, the manjusawa flames all over the sky disappeared in an instant, and their faces turned pale when they were empty.
At this time, the golden light of merit descended from the sky, covering Jian Jian and Kong Kong. The two of them fell into meditation, and a little bit of golden light melted into their bodies, replenishing the spiritual power and spiritual consciousness that they had lost just now.
A simple cultivation base directly promoted to the middle stage of the golden core, and the golden core was enlarged again, and there was a little golden light on it besides the ninth-grade pill pattern.
Daoist Liao Kong was also promoted to the middle stage of Golden Core, because of the golden light of his merits, his whole person was even more dignified.
The three people on the sidelines silently protected the two Jindan real people. After half an hour, the two woke up from the trance together and smiled at each other.
(End of this chapter)
