After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

In his previous life in Luoyang City, he ordered all Buddhist statues and temples to be blown up. The homeless monks called him a bad luck star, and some monks with strong faith chose to die as martyrs and turned into dust together with the temples.

At that time, he laughed at their foolishness.

But now, he and his soldiers and horses were destroyed by the collapsed Buddha statue, like a punishment from the gods for his insistence on trampling on living beings.

Xiao Yi's face was expressionless, and he stretched out his hand to touch, but all he touched was nothingness.

He slowly lowered his hand.

Not sure if he is dead.

In the eternal silence, a cool breeze suddenly came towards me.

There was chatter from the front.

Xiao Yi raised his eyelashes, and pictures floated around him.

He saw the prince in white clothes killing himself with a sword on the banks of the Weishui River. His head was taken back to Chang'an and hung on a high tower as a sinner.

He saw his only sister, Xiao Qingyang, and Nan Chengyi hugging each other in front of the Buddha statue, promising their next life, and being buried in a sea of ​​fire.

He saw Wen Zhining and Xiao Zizhong falling from the high beacon tower, so sad and desolate, like falling petals at dusk.

He saw the two elders who loved him - the eldest princess and the Duke of Zhenguo - both died at the wedding banquet...

It had only been two years since he returned to Chang'an.

But the people he cared about left him one after another.

How did that happen?

He suddenly remembered an eminent monk from the Western Regions he met outside Pingping Temple in his previous life.

He asked eminent monks for Buddhist teachings and whether there was reincarnation or an afterlife.

The eminent monk clasped his palms together and told him with a smile that the Nan family's young lady would have her own fate in the next life, but he himself might not.

Buddhism cultivates the afterlife.

Contaminated with too much blood and carnage, how can we get blessings in the next life?

Shura on the battlefield, the lone star of the evil spirit.

The eight-character comment sounded like thunder in Xiao Yi's ears.

In the darkness, there was no color on Xiao Yi's face.

In his previous life, he never paid attention to the words of the eminent monk.

But now that I think about it, Nan Jiaojiao was injured in the mine, and the doctor said that she would never be able to have an heir again, which meant that he would never have an heir.

karma.

Could it be that the pain Nan Jiaojiao endured was all the result of his evil deeds?

The surrounding scenes dispersed one after another.

Directly ahead, the water was surging and the coral was blood red.

The man was soaking in the water with his eyes closed, his limbs locked with strong heavy black iron chains, his long black hair like seaweed extending and floating in the water, his thin middle coat could only cover his important points, and his muscles were covered with shocking scars.

Even if life and death were unknown, that handsome and beautiful face still showed strong cruelty. The red phoenix eyes flying into the temples were like knives trapped in the treasure box, looking beautiful and sharp.

Countless sharp blades were protruding from all directions, pointing directly at the man under the water, as if he would be tortured if he made even the slightest move.

Xiao Yi was stunned.

This man...

is it him?

Is this the result of his killing of creatures?

He wanted to reach out and touch,

But the picture quietly disappeared in an instant.

Eternal darkness enveloped him again.

Xiao Yi lowered his eyelashes.

If in the future, he will be trapped in an underwater cage, what will Nan Jiaojiao do?

The little girl was squeamish and stupid. She listened to his words and ran to be loyal to Shen Jiang. Without his support behind her, she would have been eaten to death by Shen Jiang.

Even the Nan family she cared about would be played and used by Shen Jiang.

He promised to protect her for the rest of his life.

Nan Jiaojiao cannot live without him...

Even if he fights against the sky, he cannot end up like that!

A strange force quietly extended to the man's limbs.

The clouds are gathering.

Raindrops penetrated the gaps between rocks and fell on the man's scarred face.

Xiao Yi lay under the boulder, his right hand groping around unconsciously until he touched the familiar Mo Dao.

He slowly opened his eyes.

He tried to move his body, but found that he couldn't.

The smell of blood came from all directions.

He slowly tilted his head.

The armor was shattered, and the brave army turned into a blur of flesh and blood.

He looked, his thin lips pale.

It would be fine if he didn't remember his previous life, but he remembered everything. The souls who died under his sword had been so miserable. Countless fertile fields were destroyed, and the whole land was devastated.

That's his fault.

That was a real tragedy that happened. Even if you start from scratch, you still can't erase the evil consequences he caused.

Heaven gave him a chance to start over, but he also wanted to punish him severely in this life. He used conspiracy to take away his family, used war to kill his soldiers, and used Nan Jiaojiao's narrow escape to call him. Taste the feeling of being alone...

Nan Jiaojiao always tells him to accumulate blessings. Is it because she has sensitively sensed something?

But he still refused to admit defeat.

The great revenge of the brothers has not yet been avenged, the cruel woman is still sitting firmly on the ninth floor of the palace, and the emperor's brother's child is just a low-status bastard.

His little girl is still waiting for him to come home.

The dark pupils turned blood red.

The five fingers gradually tightened the Mo Dao.

The next moment, the man roared——

On the cliff.

The breeze passed by and the raindrops rustled.

A Taoist priest with a cinnabar mole on his forehead, wearing a sky-blue Taoist robe, riding a green ox, and playing with peonies in boredom.

He listened to the roar coming from under the pile of rocks and smiled: "Monk, is your illusion useful? It's not that it allows people to see the future. If he sees it, he should be afraid. Why is he still so stubborn?"

The silhouette of the eminent monk from the Western Regions is deep, holding an umbrella in one hand and standing quietly in the rain.

He recited "Amitabha" and said in a deep voice: "Donor Xiao is too murderous and we should not remind him of his past life. He sacrificed his throne and no longer has the blessing of the Ziwei Emperor Star in this life. Those who died in his previous life were The dead soul under the sword has created his inner demons in this life, and his future will be very difficult."

Poinsettia raised her eyebrows and sighed: "I wanted to use this hand to make him understand the benefits of being an emperor and being protected by the Ziwei Emperor Star. Kill the junior sister to cut off the cause and effect, and from now on, he can peacefully unify all the countries and rule the world. , but his reaction was really beyond my expectation..."

Before he could say anything else, the pile of stones rumbled.

The Nine-foot Mo Dao was like an ax that created the world, suddenly cutting through the boulder!

It's early summer.

There was lightning and thunder in the dark clouds.

The man's armor was broken and covered in blood, his long hair danced arrogantly in the pouring rain, and his bloodshot red eyes revealed strong murderous intent.

He looked at the gloomy sky through the rain curtain, his posture was arrogant and domineering.

The nine-foot sword pointed directly at the sky.

It was as if he was provoking the gods with his flesh and blood body.

"crazy."

Poinsettia shook her head.

Xiao Yi's eyes fell on the end of the mountain wall.

There stands a large Buddha that is intact and has not been destroyed by explosives.

The Buddha looked solemn and looked at him with a smile.

He was furious: "What are you looking at?"

The other party didn't answer him.

Nan Baoyi and Yin Sui finally arrived.

From a distance, Nan Baoyi saw Xiao Yi.

The man is arrogant and strange, as if the desperate and angry man who prayed to gods and Buddhas in his previous life crawled out of hell and returned to the human world.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She jumped out of the carriage desperately and quickly climbed up the pile of rubble: "Second brother!"

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