The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

The light is bright but not dazzling, warms the soul, brings purity, and the black gas is transpiration, and there is no shadow, and it turns into a pure land of Buddha.

"It is indeed the green lantern in front of the Buddha. Even if it is damaged, it is as powerful as it is." Meng Qi held the green lantern and was peaceful and praised.

Jiang Yan gasped slightly, with a smile on his face: "Anyway, it used to be a treasure of the French body class."

In the first war, except for Meng Qi, Jiang Ruanqi all used the method of pressing the bottom of the box, which was extremely costly at the moment and could barely make a statement.

Meng Qi's spirit was distressed, the lights shrank, and he returned to the original state, but the meaning of light and warmth still fell on his body, and for a short time, there was no yin spread to regenerate.

"This is ..." Meng Qi picked up his footsteps.

It is a piece of blue jade pendant that is moist and tentacle-free and has not yet been infected by yin. There are several carved thunder marks on it, and there are inscriptions on the front and back.

"Ju Shen Zhuang ... Huang Futao ..." Meng Qi's spirit recovered a little, and he whispered these six inscriptions.

Ruan Yushu hugged Guqin again, her face was white, and her hair was scattered. There was a gloom in her beauty, and she felt more and more a ghostly woman.

She played "Fengming Nine Days" and she was exhausted. When she saw Meng Qiwang coming, she said nothing, shook her head, and signaled that she did not know "Ju Shen Zhuang" or Huang Futao.

Qi Zhengyan thought for a while and said, "I don't know where it came from."

"It should be the strong man in this Jiuxiang world. I'll give you Yupei. I'm afraid that you should tell your family and find a way to help him escape." Jiang Yanwei thoughtfully said, "He has some thunder **** heritage, and the Taoism left should It's also related to this, it's not just a mission, it's an opportunity. "

"It makes sense, if there is a chance, send Yupei to Jushenzhuang." Meng Qi recalled that he had just fought. Even more certain that Huang Futao, who had a spear in his hands, had a location technique derived from the magical power of the body, even if it had not been destroyed by nine nights.

He put up Yupei and looked at the door of the main tomb. "Are we going in now? The evil spirit is inside ..."

Four of them are in a semi-restored state. Less than 30% of strength, if you encounter evil spirits. More fierce and less fierce, so Meng Qi asked whether to wait to return to its peak state, or to hurry up and not miss the opportunity.

"The evil spirit was just illuminated by the green lanterns of the Buddha just now and retreated into the tomb. We had to get rid of the impact from the living dead in the scene and find the clue left by Emperor Zhenwu as soon as possible and leave the mausoleum." Jiang Yanwei has always been resolute and determined. Resolutely popular.

Qi Zhengyan echoed: "Anyway, it was suppressed and unable to shoot on its own. There is no difference between it and the cemetery."

"Complete the task as soon as possible." Ruan Yushu's cold Yan's face showed a disgusting expression. The change from life to death and the various conditions of the tomb made her feel uncomfortable and have no appetite. "If it is dangerous, stop leaving."

"Okay." Meng Qi, holding the blue light, carrying the wound of the sky, went to the door of the main tomb. Looking at the dark stone gate, I took a deep breath and witnessed the history. Go back to the excitement of antiquity.

Once dominated by antiquity, the myth remains brilliant, and the ancient power of Liufang, which is everywhere in nine days and ten places, is about to appear in front of itself.

It was an age with a long Shouyuan and a history of 100,000 years. It was an era of catching stars and moons and shooting the sun and destroying the world. The Emperor Zhenwu was the top one among them.

The right hand was forced, and the stone door slowly opened, dragging a heavy voice. A little bit of the scene inside the tomb.

Nine copper-colored dragons spread from all sides to the center, and gathered up a coffin. Plain black coffin.

Each copper-colored dragon is exquisite, with a real dragon breath. It seems that they have all the characteristics of the true dragon, including the mysterious Zhenlong Qiao points.

"Yuan Tong is refined and turned into a dragon ..." Qi Zhengyan blurted out, but stopped short because a figure stood in front of the ordinary black coffin.

He was tall and tall, with muscular muscles, swollen armor, long hair and flurry dances, and electric brilliance.

Above the armor, every black scale is extremely heavy. It seems that the films are mountains and stars.

This sense of familiarity ... Meng Qi swallowed spit hard: "Thor ..."

He actually appeared in the tomb of Emperor Zhenwu!

This change was completely unexpected by Meng Qi and others, and there was no response for a moment.

After a short while, Jiang Yan returned to God and whispered: "It's just the afterimage of the breath. With the concealment of the mausoleum and the suppression of the tomb, it remains to the present."

She reminded that Meng Qi found that the back of Thor was illusory, without any sense of substance.

"Perhaps after the disappearance of Emperor Zhenwu, as a friend to suppress Jiuyou and demons and demons, Thunder God once sought his whereabouts and found here." Meng Qi guessed.

Qi Zhengyan still had no expression: "But this power, if not deliberately, will not let the breath leak out. What kind of news does Thor want to tell the latecomers to this day?"

"Perhaps it was agitated and failed to control the breath." Ruan Yushu thought for a while. If anyone robbed of his food, he must be agitated and exposed.

So what happened to Thor's soul? Meng Qi slowly leaned forward, and wanted to walk to the front of Thor and see if any news remained.

Jiang Yan slightly guarded his back, and Ruan Yushu and Qi Zhengyan followed suit.

Not yet approaching, the breath pulled, the figure of Thor was gradually blurred, disappeared in place, only the opposite wall, there are traces of thunder marks remaining.

These thunder marks have no sense of agility and thunderous majesty. They just do not reach the bottom, as if they have reached the realm of darkness.

"This is caused by the breath of Thunder God, and a little of the meaning in it is gone." Meng Qi, as the person who inherited the Thunder God, could see the reason at a glance.

Jiang Yanwei thoughtfully said: "Huang Futao should be the 'Thunderous Dhamma' that is realized here."

"I don't know where this thunder mark leads to ..." Qi Zhengyan looked at the bottomless thunder mark and whispered to himself.

They were not behind walls or other burial chambers, but deep black.

"These Yuantonglongjings have no vitality and become dead again." Ruan Yushu looked at the nine bronze-colored dragons with bright eyes. He didn't have so many yuantongs in his own house, and he became spiritual and refined. Yes, if it is converted into good deeds, converted into food ...

However, Meng Qi and others did not dare to move Yuan Tonglong Jing, fearing that the arrangement would be destroyed, and the "evil ghost" was released, even if they wanted to move. The mustard ring can't be put down, and it can't be taken away at all.

Above the surrounding walls, except the side damaged by the thunder mark. Each has a picture scroll, and some are Taoist old men lying high on the cloud. In the world of swords, some emperor robes set up viper snakes, sitting on black turtles, responding in front of each other, some are fighting in the void, and the stars around them are falling.

They are all paintings of images, without any real meaning, and are drawn here. Perhaps it is the life of Emperor Zhenwu.

The four ignored the pictures for the time being, and hurry up, their eyes projected on the black coffin surrounded by the group of dragons.

It is ordinary, slightly dead, and normal, but in the tomb of Emperor Zhenwu, against the back of other extraordinary things, it seems abnormal.

"There is a word on it." Meng Qi had strong eyesight and glanced at the two lines of characters on the coffin cover.

Jiang Yanwei worked hard to identify: "Cut a trace of evil thoughts to death ..."

The more she read, the softer her voice. It seemed scared to startle the evil spirit: "I am buried here."

"Evil thoughts for death, the body of one life ..." Meng Qi heard the words shake, and repeatedly chewed these words.

"Isn't the 'evil ghost' a bit of evil thoughts of Emperor Zhenwu. But why hasn't it died yet?" Jiang Yan frowned slightly, expressing a puzzlement, and even Emperor Zhenwu couldn't escape the fallen destination, which he used to replace the dead. How can evil thoughts survive to this day?

Everyone looked at each other, really could not understand the mystery, and had to turn to look at the coffin.

"Inside is the body of Emperor Zhenwu I?" Qi Zhengyan's expression on his face as if paralyzed changed slightly, revealing a trace of excitement.

Meng Qimu did not squint: "It should be, maybe the clue lies in his life ..."

"Is Emperor Zhenwu reincarnation? But that's a fall, we found his body. I should have completed the mission ... The answer to the mystery of Zhenwu Emperor's fall is his reincarnation ..." It was not difficult for Jiang Yanwei to guess so. Increasingly confused.

After a pause, she and Meng Qi both exported:

"Well, look away?"

Ruan Yushu's eyes on Guqin. Qi Zhengyan gave a sigh of relief when they made no suggestion to their suggestions, which really is their style of doing things.

The return could be interrupted anyway, and the two of them did not speak against it.

Meng Qi crossed a Yuan bronze dragon essence and walked to the coffin at the same time with Jiang Yanwei.

This coffin may seem ordinary, but it is isolated from all spiritual snooping. Meng Qi is completely unable to sense the situation inside, like facing a deep cliff.

The two looked at each other, Jiang Yan slightly raised his sword, and Meng Qi was holding a blue light in his left hand. He was afraid of the corpse change, and the wound of the sky was sticking out. He pierced the gap under the lid of the coffin and pushed hard.

Do not move……

It's so heavy! Meng Qi took a deep breath, turning his qi to the peak, his whole body burst into strength.

Harsh friction sounded, and the lid finally moved. Meng Qi flushed and exhausted.

The wound of the sky was crooked, as if to be broken, and the lid was retracted so that the two could see the scene inside.

Crimson as the bottom, empty and intact, without the real body of Emperor Zhenwu!

"This ..." The two were shocked at the same time, and they said that they were buried here, and they were astonished at what happened without the current vacancy!

Where did I go?

Could it be combined with evil thoughts?

"No." Qi Zhengyan and Ruan Yushu leaned back, his eyes fixed, and he said to himself.

Jiang Yanwei immediately awakened: "It's really wrong. If you really have a lifetime here, the breath will escape after death. When you leave indelible marks inside the coffin, there will be nothing in it, intact."

"That is to say, the Emperor Zhenwu built the tomb and prepared to sit there. When he was buried, he suddenly went away without even entering the coffin, so the evil thoughts did not die for him?" Meng Qi frowned. Exciting, breath leaking! "

No wonder it's called Zhenwu Suezuka ...

Meng Qi suddenly saw a trace of something over the bottom of the coffin, so he solemnly said, "The Emperor Zhenwu once put in something, and I wonder if it was taken away when he left, or was it obtained by someone else?"

As soon as the voice fell, a gust of wind blew through, and the door of the tomb was closed with a bang!

At the same time, the indifferent voice of the Lord of the Six Reincarnation sounded in their ears:

"The mystery of Zhenwu's fall: Step 2: Finding Xuanwu Pei." (To be continued)

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