First Son-in-law

Qin Li took a deep breath

At this juncture, there are many variables.

Li Pingan, Han Xinwu disappeared for a long time, and went to Shenmo Village.

Moreover, he was robbed, and he didn't know what happened. The village chief was helpless, so he came here to beg himself.

"Master!"

Concubine Xia Yu asked:

"Sacrifice first, or save people."

Qin Li calmed down, and after thinking about it for a while, he made up his mind.

"Look at the tone of the village chief, it's not extremely urgent, you can take it easy."

"But the sentient beings in Qianyuan can't wait. I can hear them wailing. With every breath, thousands of people die. They must be sacrificed immediately."

heard!

Everyone no longer hesitated.

Everyone is busy preparing materials.

The Conferred God Stage fell, towering ten thousand feet high, holy and untainted.

Qin Li took advantage of the opportunity to catch his breath, bathed and changed clothes, burned incense and fasted.

The major affairs of the country are only worship and Rong.

Sacrifice.

is a big deal.

It must be taken seriously.

There was no way to sacrifice to the sky before.

Praying for the blessings of all living beings today cannot be sloppy.

evening.

Sunset on the west hills.

The light falls, and the darkness envelops.

The world is bleak, the cold wind howls, and the mountains are desolate.

"King Qin, the seven holy lamps have been cast, do you really not need lamp oil and wicks?" The Great Sage Jiuxuan waved his hand.

There is a slight breeze.

Seven lanterns flew over.

Exactly red orange yellow green blue blue purple.

They are all made of top materials and mixed with divine gold.

Moreover, it was forged with the sage's heart fire to carve the Dao mark of "Xi Jing".

"Need not!"

Qin Li received the seven lamps.

The Nine Profound Sage asked again:

"Do you want me to call in a sutra-chanting boy from Yuanzhou to sacrifice to the ritual officer?"

"I have better options."

Qin Li a little.

boom.

Thunderbolt in the night sky.

Forty-eight merit pagodas emerged.

It landed on the Conferred God Altar, pouring out golden clouds of merit and virtue, filling the void.

I saw countless phantoms appearing on the altar, they were sitting upright, holding sacrificial vessels, singing ancient scriptures, there were celestial maidens scattering flowers, evening drums and morning bells, even dragons and phoenixes dancing, unicorns holding mushrooms...

"The meritorious pagoda really has infinite uses." The saints all admired it.

"The sacrifice begins!"

Among the golden clouds, the holy voice shouted.

Qin Li wore a set of dark black sacrificial robes, and walked slowly while hanging on his walking steps.

Wherever they pass, flowers are falling from the sky, golden lotuses are gushing from the ground, auspicious clouds and auspicious air, and gods and beasts are singing together, boys are chanting scriptures, mixing with the sounds of nature.

This is the tone.

The law of rhythm is spread throughout Qianyuan.

In the land of the thirty-two states, all living beings noticed something strange.

"I heard beautiful singing."

"You are sick and confused!"

"really have!"

...

All living beings are surprised.

The monks were all astonished.

Everyone thinks it is a holy miracle of salvation.

Qin Li listens to the voices of all living beings and the people, and observes the sufferings of the world.

Step by step, without hurry or hurry, as he climbed onto the Conferred God Altar, he saw an altar.

This was transformed by the pagoda of merit and virtue, and the sky above it was empty. Qin Li placed seven holy lamps in sequence, and took out two large substances and poured them into it.

"I am the most holy and supreme of Taiping Taihua. Once I hear my voice, I am suffering, sinking into pain, and unable to extricate myself! Now that the plague is rampant and rusty, I feel deeply that all living beings are helpless, and I am here to save the world..."

heard!

The world cheers.

"This is Huashen!"

"Prayers are finally answered!"

"God of China, I am in so much pain!"

"The plague is too cruel, it devours half the life of the village!"

On the land of Qianyuan, countless suffering people knelt down on the ground, crying bitterly.

in a village.

A handsome young man was ecstatic.

He was Xiao Mo who had met Qin Li once.

"Grandpa, did you hear that? Huashen has heard our prayers, and now he will bestow favors and save us."

Snapped!

Push open the door.

A foul smell of rust hit.

The house was full of sick people infected with the plague.

They are painful and hideous, skinny, and covered with sinful patina.

Mo Tu was in it, half of his body was stiff, his hair was rusted together, his eyes were cloudy, and his breath was weak.

"go out!"

Mo Tu growled in an old voice:

"This is an epidemic prevention field!"

"Do you want to be infected? Do you want to die?"

Xiao Mo took a few steps back in fright, and could only look at the decayed grandpa at the door.

Qin Li's voice rang in his ears.

"No need to cry!"

"In the dark, I am with you."

"Tonight, I want to light a lamp for all living beings, turn it into hope, and dispel the cold."

"All those who are up and down in the sea of ​​suffering, just need to light a lamp, have a kind heart, and call my name, and they can suppress the pain of the plague."

Qin Li's voice was warm.

He raised his hand and took out a jade box.

Open it and see that there are seven seven-color chalcedony daggers inside.

See here.

People don't know why.

Who knew Qin Li took out the dagger.

With a puff, it stabbed at the big hole in the flesh.

"Master!"

Xia Yufei was dumbfounded.

The rest of the relatives and friends were also stunned and worried.

"No problem!"

Qin Li was extremely calm.

Take out another knife and kill your confidant.

Immortal blood dripped, with dreamy color, falling into the holy lamp.

"I am the spirit of courage, and those who are decisive and decisive will be free from greed!"

"I am the spirit of humility, all those who are humble, stay away from arrogance!"

"I am the spirit of honesty, all those who keep their promises, suppress desires!"

"I am the spirit of hard work. All those who strive to be strong can overcome laziness."

"I am the spirit of compassion, sympathizing with the weak and the weak without fear of envy."

"I am the spirit of kindness, all who are friendly and gentle, never violent."

"I am the spirit of wisdom, all who are wise and know themselves, transcending ignorance."

Knife after knife.

Qin Li stood proudly on the altar.

There are seven blades stuck in his body, and immortal blood flows.

Falling among the seven holy lamps, mixed with the two great substances.

Xi is hope, and it is people's attachment to beauty, so it can restrain the evil power of corruption and darkness.

It is most suitable for Qin Li to be familiar with "Niedian" and "Xijing" for a short time, and to integrate the god-conferring technique, and then use the blood-piercing secret method to summon the power of the seven souls that have been integrated into the flesh.

hum!

Seven blades shake.

The power of the seven souls overflowed.

It fell into the oil lamp and turned into a grain of fire.

This is the fire of hope, forming the shape of a lotus flower, with a phantom sitting in it.

They are not only the projection of Qin Li's noble qualities, but also the expectations of all living beings. They chanted together: "Darkness is coming, I hope to light the lamp, and I will be with you until the night ends and the dawn breaks..."

A word fell.

Resounding in the ears of all living beings.

It seems to feel the blessing in the dark.

"lamp!"

"Lamps must be lit!"

Xiao Mo woke up startled, flustered.

He got a pottery lamp, melted half a stick of butter, and lit the wick.

A little firefly illuminates a radius of three feet. Although it cannot dispel the darkness, it is enough to give people encouragement and hope.

placed in the ward.

Many patients could not help crying.

"I thought of my brother who passed away. He didn't survive the plague."

"I can't die, my wife and children are waiting for me at home."

"I will not succumb to the disease."

Everyone ignited their fighting spirit.

Motu also remembered his dream.

That is to draw a map of Huazhou before dying.

Although the originally stiff body was still cold, blood began to flow.

"grandfather!"

Xiao Mo was ecstatic.

Motu got up tremblingly:

"Hurry up, help me to the village temple, I want to worship Huashen."

in the village.

There is a temple.

There are many memorial tablets enshrined in it.

Some are the ancestors of the village, and some are wild spirits.

Because of Qin Li's success in offering sacrifices to heaven, he was shaped into a clay body, put on a yellow coat, and stood in the center.

Many villagers also came. They held an oil lamp and gathered it into a light, illuminating the temple, reflecting the compassionate face of the God of China.

Motu knelt down and thanked us: "Little Mo, Huashen has been kind to us. First, he continued to connect the dragon's veins, and then he saved the Qianyuan. Now he has mercy on us and dispelled the plague. We should pray for him."

Xiao Mo thought of Qin Li, worshiped him in his heart, and yearned for such a great person.

Then, the sound of prayers sounded.

Not only them.

Massive creatures are praying.

They gathered at Huashen Temple to tell their hopes for the future.

Even some sick monsters crawled in the village, not daring to hurt anyone, lowering their heads and moaning, grateful for the candlelight of Huashen.

Washington state.

On the Conferred God Stage.

Holy Lamp got feedback.

More bright and eye-catching, warm people's hearts.

"good!"

Qin Li smiled.

Pull out the jade blade one by one.

The wound healed, and his face was pale.

Splitting the essence and lighting the holy lamp, Qin Li hurt his foundation.

"Boy Qin, are you okay!" Dugu Laomo and others surrounded him and sent out a few golden healing pills.

"fine."

Qin Li did not take the pill.

Because there is no medicine for the fairy body.

You can only adjust slowly and restore your vitality.

Great Sage Jiuxuan was ecstatic: "King Qin, you have lifted the plague."

Qin Li shook his head and smiled wryly: "It's just suppressing, keeping the evil power dormant, so it can't spread and harm people."

"Although I used a special technique combined with divine methods, the evil power is the existence of the updated thirteenth version, and it is impossible to eradicate it. But as long as the plague is controlled, we will have time to deduce the "Xi Jing" and defeat the evil power."