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A piece of felt, a monk, a guest, a novice, and three people have been on this hillside for three days and three nights. During the three days, the old monk recited scriptures, or watched the stars, peaceful and natural, dignified and healthy. novelty chinese

Young guests are playing mobile phones, listening to songs, playing mobile phones, and listening to songs. The signal here is not very good, so playing mobile phones means reading some cached novels. With a glass of water, you can sit quietly for a long time without feeling bored and lonely.

The little novice brewed new tea, brought it over, and served it respectfully.

The old monk took the tea. The tea was still boiling and hot, but the old monk didn't care and drank it directly. Ordinary people would probably burn the esophagus by drinking it like this, but the old monk looked like he was not satisfied.

The little novice handed another bowl of tea to the young guest, who shook his head and said:

"The first bowl is etiquette. I drank it. I won't drink the next one. I still like to drink the tea from our place. I'm not used to drinking the tea from your place."

"Hehe, Xiao Qingyi, the poor monk has known you for so long, and found that your character has not changed."

"If it changes, it's not me anymore."

"Yeah, you're just like your father."

The old monk sighed and drank all the tea left in the bowl.

"Actually, the tea we have here also has its own taste. It is not suitable for drinking slowly, but it is suitable for drinking in large gulps, so as to drink the atmosphere in the tea."

"It's fine if you like it, it's fine if you like it."

"I also persuaded your father to drink tea, and your father always only drinks the first bowl, and then he never drinks it again. It's been almost forty years, forty years, when your father first saw me , you haven't been born yet, and he may not know your mother yet."

"Yeah, if my father didn't know you. I don't think I would be alive today."

"That is also your own creation. The poor monk found that it is very difficult for him to remember your place. It seems that there is a supreme force that has been erasing the poor monk's memory, even if he takes a note and writes it down. It is also useless, the paper will be burnt. The words will disappear, so the poor monk only thinks that you have your own fate, which is a great opportunity and a great terror. The Buddha said, you can't speak, don't hear it."

Xiao Qingyi's father was the first group of people to do business in the mainland and the mainland after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and he had a big appetite and courage. He actually reached a connection with Tantric Buddhism, and he also became friends with Master Dagran, who was already the protector of Tantric Buddhism at that time. This identity is almost a talisman. Using the buzzword on the Internet today, I found a huge protective umbrella. .

The reason why Xiao Qingyi had contact and contact with Master Dagran was entirely because he had just entered the mission world of "Terrorist Web Articles", in order to speed up the acquisition of some power or some magical tools to protect himself in the real world. , and found Master Dagran through his father's relationship.

Master Dagran just glanced at Xiao Qingyi and didn't ask anything. Xiao Qingyi would take whatever he wanted. Even Master Dagran personally selected a soul boy, and took the soul blood of the soul boy to give Xiao Qingyi the power to empower Xiao Qingyi, so that Xiao Qingyi obtained the physique to practice the tantric method, and then took out his own sect to train him. . Scroll spells, all open.

The other Dharma protectors in the sect were quite sceptical about this, thinking that Master Dagran did not take the law of the sect as a joke. However, in only half a year, something happened that made the other Dharma protectors in the sect stunned. Xiao Qingyi's strength level, it only took half a year to reach the level of a magician, and he has several powerful magic weapons that these old guys have never seen before. All sorts of miraculous, shocking inexplicable.

This kind of progress, this kind of investment, is really speechless.

"Are these people enough?" Xiao Qingyi asked. His id in the group was called "Pie", and he was also the organizer of this operation. He single-handedly led this wave of blackmail.

"Almost enough, these people's soul level is much higher than ordinary people, and some of them have their own blood characteristics. Your place is really magical. There are so many strange people, enough for the outermost barrier to absorb."

"Hehe, even more amazing people, I can't call them, and they can't either. Otherwise, you will suffer, and I will suffer too."

"How strong are those people?"

"If you really want to make a move, they kill me, which is a slap in the face, and so on, they kill you, the same is true, if people of that level are not bound by rules, it will be too terrifying ."

"Amitabha, Buddha has the Dharma and has its own rules." Master Dagran said, "A terrible person naturally has more terrible power constraints."

"Three days, it's almost time."

"It's almost the same. It took three days for the holy monks of the Qinglong Temple, the ancestral court of the esoteric sect, to gather here. It took three days for the mural to lose enough space to turn around, and finally broke the first layer of barriers." Dag A look of reminiscence appeared in Master Lan's eyes.

Qinglong Temple flourished in the middle of the Tang Dynasty. At that time, many foreign monks studied here, especially Japanese monks. Six of the famous "Eight Great Masters in the Tang Dynasty": Kukai, Yuanxing, Yuanren, Huiyuan, Yuanzhen, and Zongrui of Japan were taught here. . In particular, Kukai (Master Hongfa) worshipped Tantric Master Huiguo as his teacher and learned the true meaning of Tantra. After returning to Japan, he founded Shingon Sect and became the founder of "East Secret". Therefore, Qinglong Temple is a holy temple in the eyes of the Japanese, and it is the ancestral court of all esoteric sects today.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, Qinglong Temple suffered the disaster of its demise, and the ancestral courtyard collapsed. The reason has not been clear, but I did not expect that the holy monks of Qinglong Temple came here, trying to get their hands on the axis of the earth.

The consequences, of course, do not need to be said, they must be gone forever, but even if it is a failed attempt, it has accumulated experience.

"I can't help it." Xiao Qingyi said, "I think I should go down now, otherwise it will be too late. You must know that there are many other forces who go down this time. I have heard that the Chinese official The team temporarily changed the captain, and there are powerful people in the Western circle, so I can’t take it lightly, otherwise it may be empty.”

"You have to think about it, that crack is the mouth of the devil. As long as you enter the crack, if you don't come out from the inner route, you will suffer the most terrible curse."

If Zhao Zhu was here and heard this sentence, he would probably understand why Han Ying died. Han Ying first broke the crack and then came out to report the situation. He should have been cursed because of this, so he died inexplicably. Below, no other traces were left.

"I'm not afraid of death for a long time, and I've long been numb to life and death." Xiao Qingyi smiled, "And this time I fooled so many newcomers and seniors in the group, and pitted them all, if I I didn't get anything, and when I go back, I will definitely face the revenge of other people who are related to each other, if I get that thing, even if I am the administrator, there is no 'killing order', and I will not be afraid." Xiao Qingyi There was a stern look on his face, "Give me the things, Master."

Master Dagran took out a skull from his arms. The skull seemed to be carved out of crystal. It was crystal clear and exuded an icy chill. It seemed that there were soul fluctuations circulating in it.

After taking the skull and carrying the backpack, Xiao Qingyi walked to a crack not far away, looked at the sky above his head, and then jumped directly into the crack without even using a rope.

...

"Cut off the head of time, cut off the tail, and connect it in series. It's something to be feared." Zhao Zhu moved his hand away from Liu Yuemei's face and muttered to himself.

"Zhao Jun, what's the matter?" Qingzi asked from the side.

"This is a game, this is a barrier." Zhao Zhu looked at Haruko, "The time in front of us and behind us were cut off, and then it was pieced together with other people's time periods, and everyone's time was mixed with each other. , forming an illogical mess."

"Zhao Jun, what do you mean, we are in a time game?"

"Yes, in the game of time, and this town is only the initial location, there are pyramids behind, there is an unfathomable lake, and a giant statue in the lake, which will swallow the bright warship and the island. So many scenes, so many plots, so much space, and we have so many people here, God knows how many times we have to go around before we can get to that step again, and maybe you are not by my side at that time. "

Zhao Zhu did not tell Qingzi that he was killed by Qingzi in the waters next to the island for the first time, because Zhao Zhu always felt that it was not that simple.

"Then how do we break this time game?" Haruko asked.

"It can't be broken~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Because even if we don't do anything, time is still moving, this game only needs the cooperation of time." Zhao Zhu frowned slightly, "This is A thing beyond wisdom and strategy, even if I know the real environment I am in through soul searching and my own personal experience, there is still nothing I can do."

"Is it time?" Haruko said as if thinking of something, "Zhao Jun, what should I do to make time completely meaningless to me?"

Zhao Zhu's frowning brows suddenly loosened, looked at Haruko, and said, "What do you mean, death?"

"And it's the annihilation of the body and the soul. You can only make sure that you don't exist in this world. Then, this game is also out of the game, but now Haruko doesn't know, if she really dies, is it out, or is it out? It's really dead, and the price of this attempt is too high."

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Zhu's mouth, death...he tried it, he won't really die here. (To be continued.)

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