Watch Out! Danger Ahead

A long-lost helplessness flooded Song Qing's heart.

After the strength is suppressed, with the rich experience in the past, she can remain calm and try her best to save her life in danger; she can remind the group of people in front of her who are running for life because of compassion.

But she discovered that she had no way to dominate other people's decisions.

And these decisions at this time, these people in front of them don't even know that their lives may be threatened.

Knowing what would happen, but because of the will of others, she couldn't intervene to stop it-this made her clearly realize that she is not a omnipotent ‘god’, and that she will be powerless when she does not know how to do it.

This feeling is unprecedented.

When her strength is strong, she doesn't need to feel or say more. If she finds it is wrong, she can stop it with a powerful force, and then save the lives of these people.

For mortals without spiritual power, although she is not a god, she is no different from a god, and can control their life and death with a single thought.

But when she loses this power and is also governed by rules, she loses this calm sense of control, but she can understand the uncertainty of human nature more deeply.

Song Qingxiao's eyes were gradually stained with a bit of complexity and sighs. This feeling made her tremble, as if it melted her sense of indifference and alienation, and made her feel a little more "human".

She lowered her head and stopped trying to make a sound.

Li Quan and the others didn't realize her change, only when she was already worried by the words of Lao Liu and others.

In the darkness, the malicious gaze stayed on her for a moment, and then slowly moved away.

Only Uncle Shan, who was the closest to Song Qingxiao, held her hand and felt her change at this moment, but only when she was afraid because of what Zhao Si and others had said before.

The short and thin old man shook her hand vigorously and touched her head comfortingly:

"Do not be afraid."

He said softly:

"The Bodhisattva is just, and the masters can see that you have no magical nature and will not hurt you."

This is the end of the matter, and there is no room for recovery.

Song Qing Xiao endured the feeling in her heart, followed Uncle Shan's words, nodded, and responded:

"Ok."

...

After learning of the existence of temples in the mountains, Li Quan and others felt that the mountain wind was so cold and cold, and they wished to leave the place immediately.

He greeted everyone to clean up the scattered things, pick up the pot that fell to the ground, pick up the burden, and then asked Lao Liu:

"You can still find the way to the temple, right?"

"Find."

In the darkness, Old Liu replied:

"I left a mark when I came back."

There is no doubt that everyone, trembling to keep up with the pace of the three of Lao Liu, wants to leave here.

After leaving here, the canopy is slightly thinner.

The clouds moved away from a gap, revealing the shadow of a crooked moon.

Tonight's moonlight is blue, with a weird and gloomy atmosphere, dyeing the dense forest into a nearly blackish blue luster, exuding an unknown death.

Everyone was unaware, Li Gen still sighed:

"I thought I was going to sleep in the wilderness tonight, but I didn't expect Lao Liu to find a place to sleep in the wild."

Because of the previous dog's tail grass that scared him to death, he was extremely afraid of spending the night out.

At this time, he can find a shelter from the wind, which naturally makes him very happy.

"Yes, the wind is so bad tonight."

"I wonder if there is any fast food in the temple, can I drink a sip of hot water..."

Everyone, you are looking forward to the temple in this mountain.

People at this time have a natural trust in the temple. After confirming the identity of Old Liu and excluding that he is not lying, everyone can't wait to rush to this place immediately.

"Li Gen'er knocked down the pots and bowls tonight. I drove a day's journey without any grains of rice. If there is fast food in the temple, no matter how much it costs, I have to buy a bowl to fill my stomach."

Everyone was talking and laughing, and Li Quan, the leader of the caravan, curiously said:

"This mountain is desolate, and there are no people everywhere." After escaping from the devil's village, everyone drove several hours to get here:

"Why is the temple built here?"

"Hey."

It was Lao Liu who was talking, and he let out a very weird smile:

"Here, naturally there is a reason to be here."

His words matched the gloomy surroundings, and they seemed a little frightening.

It's just that he quickly seemed to realize this and added another sentence:

"Maybe it's just to wait for pedestrians like us to give us a place to rest?"

"rest in peace?"

After hearing this, Li Quan felt that something was not quite right, so he had to ask again, but Old Liu said:

"Go faster, it's not far away, it's coming."

Hearing his urging, everyone quickened their pace.

The grass under the ground has already given birth to dew, which wets everyone's feet, and the chill rises from the soles of the feet and penetrates into people's hearts, which makes people look forward to the warmth and peace of mind of the temple even more.

Song Qing Xiaoyou Shan pulled away.

Although the old man was old, he was used to walking in the mountains, walking fast and steadily, and he was able to pull her a hand, saving her a lot of effort.

While she kept walking, she was wondering what would happen in the temple.

I don't know if it is the goblin or the ghost.

She tried to awaken Qing Ming Ling again, but when she heard the token from Tiandao Temple, she reacted fiercely, but at this time she didn't even react.

Such a result had long been expected by her, and she clenched her fist again, but felt that the word ‘benevolence’ in the palm of her palm did not react.

Old Liu, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped:

"Arrived."

His voice broke the silence, and everyone who was on the way uttered a halt.

It has only been a few minutes since Lao Liu said ‘not far’, and no one thought that the temple would be so close.

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"where?"

Li Quan looked up blankly, stretched his neck to look, trying to find the location of the temple.

Everyone looked up, Song Qingxiao also tiptoed to see, but the front was foggy, and the shadows of the trees were all in sight. Where were the temples?

"Isn't it there?"

Old Liu laughed and said:

"Do you take a closer look?"

After he finished speaking, he heard only a sound of wind, and the branches were blown down.

The mist was blown away a little, and there was a faint light coming from the front.

The light penetrated the faintly blue fog and hit everyone's faces.

Immediately afterwards, the seemingly non-existent Sanskrit sound was introduced into everyone's ears, making everyone's expressions vigorous:

"Sure enough, it's a temple!"

And as soon as the temple appeared and the Sanskrit sound came into his ears, there was a sudden shock from the depths of Song Qingxiao's blocked soul.

The Qing Ming Ling, which had been silent, seemed to have been greatly stimulated at this time, a large amount of Yin Qi spread from its body, and even broke through a certain mysterious seal, spreading to Song Qing Xiao's body.

In the darkness, everyone was overjoyed by the appearance of the temple.

Even Uncle Shan, the moment he heard the Sanskrit sound, he took a sigh of relief and cleared up.

Under the shelter of the dark night, everyone's attention was attracted by the temple that suddenly appeared in the mountains, and no one noticed Song Qingxiao's strangeness at this time.

A light flashed across the palm of her clenched fist, and then disappeared.

A black air slowly escaped from her body, blending with the haunting mist around her.

"Mum...why...what..."

The faint Sanskrit sound became louder and clearer, penetrated into her eardrums, stimulated her blood, and made her temporarily absent.

It's just that Song Qingxiao quickly realized something was wrong and blinked hard.

The faint mist in her eyes quickly faded, her eyes found anxiety, and they became bright and sober again.

"Sure enough, it's a temple!"

"There is light in the temple, indicating that there are people."

Everyone was extremely happy, especially at the moment when they heard the Sanskrit sound, the fatigue, fear, hunger, and cold of the caravan all along the way disappeared completely in this atmospheric and vague sound.

"Let's pass!"

Lao Liu yelled, naturally no one would disagree.

Everyone hastened their pace and staggered towards the temple.

‘Boom boom boom——’

There was a rhythmic sound of knocking the wooden fish, and the sound of the monks chanting the scriptures spread far away, with an ethereal and unusually sacred feeling.

Soon, a very large temple gate appeared in front of everyone.

The gate of the temple is five meters high, magnificent and magnificent, and there is a plaque on it, which seems to be hung with big characters.

However, the plaque seemed to be shrouded in a layer of Buddha's light, which made people afraid to look at it.

The people in the caravan were almost illiterate, and Li Quan, as the leader, was a little rougher.

But when he squinted his eyes and looked up, he saw the Buddha's shadow pouring down heavily, as if Mount Tai was about to fall, as if hundreds of thousands of great mountains were about to smash on himself, and he suddenly let out a cry of horror:

"what--"

I was so frightened that I didn't even dare to look at it anymore, and even didn't dare to think about what the word really was.

His eyes were tingling, and even his forehead was suddenly painful.

He only thought that he had offended the Buddhist temple and couldn't help crying.

And everyone felt completely opposite to him.

In the strong Sanskrit sound, the crowd seemed to be in awe, and they only felt as if they had come to a Buddhist holy place. The pain in their hearts seemed to be washed away and became extremely relaxed.

Just when these people were happy or in pain, the black energy gushing out of Song Qingxiao's body merged with the golden light.

A faintly faintly call came into her divine consciousness:

"Goddess..."

"mother……"

"You are here...you are here..."

"God mother... mother... mother... you are finally here..."

The sound reverberated, breaking the seal wall that was set up by her sea of ​​consciousness, causing her to be shocked.

Song Qingxiao only felt that she had been nailed into a bone spur hardly in her mind, and then stirred vigorously, as if she was going to shake her mind to pieces.

In the voice of the call, she had a splitting headache, as if her head weighed more than ten thousand dollars!

"Dianniang...Dianniang..."

"mother……"

The black mist surrounded her, who could not distinguish between men and women, and could not hear the voice of age, and turned into endless malice. It plunged into her heart and disappeared suddenly and instantly.

"Little girl...little girl..."

Someone seemed to be pushing her hard, shaking her arm vigorously, and the voice was vaguely familiar.

"Why is suddenly groggy at the entrance of the Buddhist temple?"

"Couldn't it be an evil?"

Two male voices asked with a tone of horror and suspicion, somewhat complaining.

"I said she was abnormal!"

"There are no real survivors in the village who have been demons."

A lot of people were talking, and these voices passed into Song Qingxiao's severely injured sea of ​​consciousness, as if needles were pierced into the wound, making her involuntarily let out a forbearing gasp.

"Maybe it's also infected with devilish energy, but it hasn't happened yet."

"It's no wonder she stopped us from coming, presumably because she was afraid of the Buddha's light."

"No, it was fine just now..."

An elderly old man tried his best to explain to her in every word of you and me:

"Suddenly I was in a cold sweat, maybe after being frightened, I got hot."

"Uncle Shan, everyone knows that you are kind..."

"Uncle Shan?"

Song Qingxiao was dizzy and dizzy under the severe pain. Hearing this name, he immediately struggled to make a profit--

Her mind was clear for a moment, seizing this opportunity, she bit her tongue hard, trying to wake up.

There was a **** smell, and there was a cruelty in her character, whether it was against the enemy or herself.

The wound under this bite was deep, and the pain irritated her gradually.

The numb limbs regained consciousness, and the sluggish sanity slowly recovered, realizing what had happened to him.

The cold body quickly warmed up, and the cold was dissipated~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She was limp to the ground, and the nearest Uncle Shan was about half a meter away from her.

"Wake up, wake up."

As soon as she opened her eyes, Uncle Shan shouted with joy.

"Little girl, why did you faint suddenly just now? Hungry? Tired?"

Uncle Shan asked her several times, with some concerns between words.

After Song Qingxiaoli came back, he knew that he had written the Tao earlier.

Li Quan and others were very vigilant, standing seven or eight meters away from her, looking at her position coldly, not daring to approach.

"are you fine?"

Uncle Shan was kind, although she was a little scared, but when she opened her eyes, her pupils were clear, not like the chaos and blue after being enchanted, he couldn't help but tentatively stretched out his arm and tried to pull her.

Song Qing nodded slightly, and struggling to get up from the ground.

She has strong willpower and vaguely remembers what happened before.

After the call came, it took no more than a minute before and after she collapsed to wake up.

But judging from the reactions of the people around, they didn't seem to hear the weird calls before, as if they were the only one who heard them.

Lao Liu and others stood under the Buddha's light. I don't know if it was a sequelae after she was recruited, or the Buddha's light on her head was too strong. The three people seemed to be haunted by a layer of black air that seemed to be hidden, and they looked like a foreign evil. !

Her eyes slowly cooled, and she slowly got up.

There was something weird in this temple, but it seemed that it was directed at her.

"Dianniang? Dry food?"

She remembered the previous calls that made her suffer a lot, and she still thought of the malice, and she was still feeling sick.

The owner of that voice seemed to hate her deeply, with an unspeakable evil intention, weirdly blending with the Buddhist temple shrouded in holy light in front of him.