The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Wang Siyuan's old illness relapses, and his life will soon die?

When hearing this news, Meng Qi was quite surprised. As a true fairy, Dharma has already completed the ladder in half a step, close to the true fairy. Any disease should be cured as soon as possible. The reason why Wang Siyuan is sick is that Because of the backwash from heaven, as long as he doesn't die, logically speaking, there will be no loss of control before the 50th limit.

In addition, Wang Siyuan's degree of evil is far better than every ancestor of the royal family who has obtained the Dharma for thousands of years. He may not let it go when he is young. There are still young scenes, the road ahead is bright and open, and the breakthrough can be expected, how can the sudden recurrence of old diseases?

After being surprised, Meng Qi's first thought was that Wang Siyuan was laying out. As for the game to be set, and for whom, the news was insufficient and it was difficult to judge.

Of course, it is also possible that Wang Siyuan did something secretly, which led to a backlash.

Meng Qisi thought about the ups and downs, nodded slightly, and said to Ruan Yushu: "The granddaughter Wang has given me pointers for a long time. I have to go to Guangling to explore."

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The accumulation of history and years shows that this is the feeling that Meng Qi walked deep in the ancestral home of the Wang family in Jiangdong. Some mottled traces did not show decay, but revealed the immortality of the royal family through the ages.

"Su Zhang asked." A sweet-faced maid led Meng Qi through the courtyard hall, into the inner courtyard, and set foot in Wang Siyuan's room.

This place is the same as the home of ordinary rich people. It is covered with thick western carpets. Even if the martial arts are low, the sound of footsteps is unpleasant when walking. There are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. Handwriting, windows tightly closed, smoke from copper stove. The smell of sandalwood is calm and quiet but not full-bodied, but it is like a substantive illness permeating the room. At a glance, the strong foreign and domestic exchanges have lost control of themselves and affected the world.

The screen pulled away, and the black wooden bed was now under Meng Qi's eyes. Wang Siyuan has been lifted by the maid. Leaning against the pillow, tying up the diseased head, becoming more and more pin-shaped, coupled with the appearance of a delicate and beautiful woman, it seems that the wind will fall apart when the wind blows.

"Cough, cough." Wang Siyuan coughed a few times, seeming to cough out even his internal organs, making people horrified. It took a long time to slow down. "Why would anyone visit?"

Meng Qi smiled: "This is not the Grandpa Wang I know."

"You know, hey, what's the name of Prince Wang?" Wang Siyuan's eyes projected, his pupils were slightly divergent, and he was sorrowless, just like ordinary people when they were seriously ill.

Meng Qi converged with a smile, and said positively, "The great prince I know believes that no mad spirit can't live. He never waits for death and has a depressed mind. It is possible to take his own life as a bet and make a bait. . "

The corner of Wang Siyuan's mouth stubbornly ticked: "You, do you think, I will cloth, cough, what life and death situation?"

"If you can guess your game based on the current news alone, you'll call it‘ the end of life ’.” Meng Qi stopped in front of the screen.

Wang Siyuan took a deep breath, as if regaining a little spirit: "If you really want to lay out, cough, as you see, you want to lay out, that is also a failure. The manpower is sometimes poor, and there are many powers in the past. Sitting quietly, without a final resistance, is already so, and life is so. "

His speech was smooth for a while, and Meng Qi almost suspected that it was the return of light.

Without waiting for Meng Qi to speak, Wang Siyuan smiled faintly: "Should I thank you for pointing out the home discipline?"

"You?" Meng Qi was startled, and Wang Dashengan knew how he had returned to the Middle Ages!

Which Dharma body told him, or is there something left of the number holy?

Wang Siyuan coughed violently again, vomiting blood into the copper basin next to him, and he vomited several times before he said: "'Swordmaster' Su Meng is famous in the Middle Ages and is modest and indifferent. How can he not hear ?? Also, the ancestors left only words and mentioned The matter of the Jade Emperor Mountain is highly admired by Supreme Master Su, saying that he was deeply inspired. In the past, he didn't realize it, but now Lenovo, he is, he understands it. "

He frankly said that he did not avoid the maid next to him, and was confident that the news would not be leaked.

In this regard, Meng Qi could only laugh twice.

Wang Siyuan didn't say much about it, instead retracting his eyes, and closed his eyes wearily: "Guldo is dead? Tianxie axe didn't save him?"

"He did die, and the axe escaped by himself," Meng Qi said simply.

Wang Siyuan didn't open his eyes, and said with a smile: "From time to time, the world and the world work together, and the heroes are not free."

After that, he shook his head, as if he could not bear the long conversation, and the half-step method that he could not eat or drink for a long time turned out to be weak: "Tonight, tonight at the royal family, tomorrow, tomorrow, there is something to do with You talk. "

"OK." Meng Qi did not refuse.

"He Xiang, take Su Zhang to teach and go to Tianjilou temporarily." Wang Siyuan ordered the maid with a round face before.

The maid responded respectfully and led Meng Qi towards the room. As she approached the door, Meng Qi heard Wang Siyuan's self-deprecating saying: "I have no friends in my life. , Send someone to visit, you have to visit alone. "

Hissing, Meng Qi took a soft breath, this is not like the normal tone of the Grand Prince Wang, the more taste, the more meaningful the combination of the previous words.

Could he be so fateful soon that he wanted to play a big one?

Between thoughts, Meng Qi followed the round-faced maid He Xiang through the courtyard and came to a two-story building, which was turquoise and gray, simple but ordinary.

"The Tianji Tower is not far from the core of our royal family. Su Zhang taught Qimo to walk at will. If he wants to go out, he will call Xiaoyao to lead the way." He Xiang opened the door and smiled.

The interior of the building is elegant, without the decay of perennial unaccompanied accommodation, and without the anger of frequent guests. It looks extremely quiet. Meng Qi climbed up the stairs and walked to the second floor. He asked casually: "When did the king's family stay in bed?"

"About twenty days ago, something went wrong during the practice, the old disease, the old disease recurred ..." He Xiang said, suddenly the water filled his eyes.

Meng Qi didn't ask again at this time, with both hands, stepped into the second floor, looking far away, the nearby waterside garden was full of eyes, but the pine and cypress evergreen, not far from the left, surrounded an ancient building, which looked unusually solemn and peaceful. Somber.

"Where is it?" Meng Qi asked.

He Xiang converged and said, "That's the ancestral temple of our royal family."

Ancestral shrine? Meng Qi nodded slightly, entered the room, meditated cross-legged, waiting for the next day.

The sun was getting darker and the night was getting darker. Meng Qi's spirit naturally covered the surroundings, and felt the tranquility of the night. No one was walking nearby, only He Xiang stood outside the door.

The dark clouds cover the moon, the third day is approaching, and the night is as thick as the thick ink that cannot be opened. Meng Qi seems to be still and quiet, linked to "he and my mark".

what!

Suddenly, a scream came into his ear, hissing and exhausting, as if he had encountered something extremely terrible and could only bear it openly. With Meng Qi's practice, he couldn't help shivering.

As the figure flickered, Meng Qi appeared outside the door, looking at the unconsciousness of He Xiang, "What happened to the call just now?"

He Xiang suddenly expressed an apologetic look: "It was Xiaozheng's negligence. He didn't remind Su Zhangjiao. My ancestors of the royal family, if the Dharma body is successful, they will make such a scream when they are incarnate. After entering the ancestral shrine, the persistence remains a little, and the screams reverberate, but it will gradually decrease with the passage of time. It is normal to hear the screams occasionally.

Will Wang Jiafa make such a terrible scream before he turns into a body? Suddenly, Meng Qi thought of the parting words of Shu Sheng: The more you see the truth, the more you can't help yourself. It seems to be flashy, and there are many benefits. In the end, you have to return it, even with your own benefits ...

"Should there be no holy figures in these screams?" Meng Qi asked inadvertently.

"Well, the ancestors of the Holy Saints died in the field, and only the clothes went into the shrine." He Xiang answered truthfully.

"When did the screams still exist at the earliest date?" Meng Qi asked casually.

He Xiang thought about it, and was about to answer. There was another scream from the ancestral hall. The ancient vicissitudes seemed to penetrate the eternal world, mixed with the meaning of extreme fear, and Meng Qi was almost creepy.

"The earliest, the earliest is my Wang family, the ancestor of the tribe ..." He Xiang said tremblingly. (To be continued.) 2k novel reading network