my weird life

Chapter 898 Dusty memory (22)

After watching the caravan drive their horses away, Su Wu turned around and sat on a rock.

He lowered his head, his expression was quiet, and while his thoughts were turning, two figures fell off his body and stood there with a blank expression.

The faces of those two figures were blurred, but they were formed by Su Wu's thought.

Now that Su Wu's ghost craftsman's sutures are exhausted, he can't use the ghost craftsman's sutures to sew the fate of the two silhouettes evolved from this idea. The two natural faces are blurred, like human beings but not human, like living things but in reality It's a dead thing.

Su Wu didn't look at the two figures standing silently, he casually fished out a broken mud shell from the shadow of the vegetation beside him.

——He showed this mud shell to the caravan people before, traced the cause and effect on the mud shell, and showed the figure of the 'proprietor' and some dead caravan members.

At that moment, Su Wu took out a bowl of soul harvesting rice.

Wrap the soul-receiving rice in a mud shell and forge two clay puppets.

Then draw two different life patterns on the back of the clay doll.

The life patterns on the back of the two clay puppets are superimposed, which happens to form a 'Lingzang fate'.

Su Wu stretched out his hand and pointed to the clay puppet on the left, and a figure standing next to the clay puppet suddenly got into the clay puppet, and the palm-high clay puppet suddenly swelled up, 'growth', and turned into a thin figure , middle-aged man with a serious face.

Afterwards, Su Wu led another figure into the clay puppet on the right, changing it into a kind-looking middle-aged woman.

The two 'people' stood timidly in front of Su Wu, not knowing how to greet Su Wu.

"The two of you will stay in the secret storage area.

Hundreds of years later, you will meet an abandoned baby near the Wuxiang Zunneng Temple—the baby would have been starved to death, but it survived because of the help of you two non-existent 'people' , his fate has changed, inheriting the different fate characteristics of the two of you, and turning it into a 'Lingzang fate'.

Afterwards, he will worship in Wuxiang Zunneng Temple, and his Dharma name will be 'Guangfa'. "Su Wu told the two of them, "Before that, the two of you slept in the hidden area until you met the abandoned baby. "

"Yes." The two nodded.

Su Wu waved his hand.

The two bid farewell to Su Wu, walked into the deep forest, and disappeared.

Click!Click!Click!

The Lord of the Corpse Grove, who was motionless in the sky, was now twisting all over his bones, bouncing towards Su Wu's side, and handed back the purple heart - Xinyi to Su Wu.

In Su Wu's palm, the 'God of Chasing Causes and Creating Fruits' was rolling around.

He slapped the spell away with his palm.

The characters and talismans of various clouds and talismans are connected with each other, and they are reflected on the white bones of the body of the lord of the corpse forest, and the characters of the red talismans all over the body of the lord of the corpse forest disappear in an instant.

In the eye sockets of the two holes of the Lord of the Corpse Grove, crimson and cold flames ignited.

In the flames, the pattern of the 'Lingzang' life pattern is looming.

Hundreds of years later, it will go after the person who bears the fate of "Ling Zang", be bound by the other party, and take root in the other party's blood.

After finishing all this, the Patriarch of the Corpse Forest also bounced and scattered in the sky and the earth.

Su Wu turned around and walked up to the end of the green meadow, a snow-capped mountain with clear water dripping down.

……

On the Daxue Mountain.

Jing Lianku sat in a thatched hut.

Kunlun Snow Mountain is shrouded in severe cold all year round, the environment is barren, and there are not many people living in it.

The man-made buildings like thatched cottages were not left on the snow-capped mountain, but built by Jinglian herself.

Holding the "Da Ji Zang" with a missing page in his arms, he sat coldly under the narrow and simple hut, watching the tall and tall young man walking slowly through the rustling snowflakes, his expression did not change at all.

Su Wu walked to the thatched cottage and looked at Jinglian sitting cross-legged behind the door.

Jinglian looked at him, but seemed to be looking at a void.

"With your current appearance, it seems that you have suddenly realized the image of becoming a Buddha." Su Wu smiled and sat down cross-legged in front of the door, ignoring the snowflakes falling on her shoulders, talking to Jinglian , "I just went down the mountain to send the caravan brothers away from here."

Jinglian lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "Why are you telling me these things? I can't escape from Daxue Mountain now."

He raised his eyes and stared at Su Wu, with deep hatred in his eyes: "After all, you are the one who is superior, but I don't accept it!
In time, I will leave this place..."

Facing Jinglian's gaze, Su Wu shook his head, and interrupted the other party's words: "I ordered Qun Ni to send the horse gang brothers away from here, and after Qun Ni returns, she will hide in hidden places.

Zu Ni will return to the snow mountain to guard the gateway between Kunlun Haiyuan and reality. "

Jinglian sneered: "But you feel that I can't go down the mountain now, so you can safely tell your calculations? You'd better not leave this snow mountain for a moment, and guard me firmly, otherwise your various calculations will eventually be in my hands After breaking free from this space, everything will be empty!"

"I told you all these things to see your reaction.

Your reaction was not what I expected. "Su Wu sighed.

"The enmity between you and me is irreconcilable!" Jinglian said sharply.

"Why do you have to live these 1000 years with hatred?" Su Wu suddenly said something unexpected to Jinglian.

Jinglian was taken aback for a moment, and then the smile on her face became even darker: "If I can get rid of my imprisonment, it is not impossible for me to let go of all the grievances and grievances of the present..."

"No." Su Wu shook his head, stood up, looked into Jinglian's eyes, and said, "I mean, you have all kinds of hatred for me, and all your actions from now on will be based on destroying all my arrangements. host.

A naturally vicious person like you will never survive even if he is trapped on the Daxue Mountain.

——Even though you are acting as if you are depressed now, as if you have lost your mind and are not interested in the outside world, but in the end, this behavior is just to deceive me.

Therefore, I should block all your memories of me.

Until one day, when you and I really fight each other, and the karma is settled, it will not be too late for you to remember me..."

Before Su Wu finished speaking——

Jinglian's expression changed abruptly, she clasped her hands together, and immediately formed a seal: "Om ah hum!

Banza Gulu Pa Ma Siddhi Hum! "

The mantra of the secret mantra exploded like thunder!
In the sound of the mantra, the billowing flames poured over Jinglian's body like magma, and Jinglian turned into "Wrathful Guru Rinpoche" in an instant. The flames spread out on the top of the snow-capped mountain, and the narrow and simple thatched cottage directly gasified!
The wrathful Guru Rinpoche stepped on the eighteen wild boars of evil ways, and instantly rose from the ground——

In the meantime, the shadow of the blood river flooded Su Wu's body, and Su Wu turned into the "Tianpeng Zhenjun", and Fang Tian's painted halberd in one hand plunged straight into the billowing flames, and the dharma of severe punishment and killing was instant. Suppress the boiling flames!
Behind Wrathful Guru Rinpoche, before the transformations of the six great Guru Rinpoche appeared, Su Wu had already smashed the golden ruler on the top of Wrathful Guru Rinpoche's head, knocking him to the ground!
He stepped on the back of Wrathful Guru Rinpoche, put down the golden ruler and imperial bell, and held the furious head of Wrathful Guru Rinpoche with his arms!
"Buzz!"

The canopy stands up, and the mouth sends out thunder!
One syllable makes the eyes, mind, and thoughts of wrathful Guru Rinpoche fill with infinite white light!
The white light is silent!

Letting go of all Jinglian's memories of Su Wu!
Jinglian turned around and looked at the steam rising snowy mountain top, the grief and fury in her eyes turned to bewilderment.

On the top of Daxue Mountain, where is Su Wu's figure?

In Jinglian's mind, there is no memory of Su Wu.

He looked around, filled with anger and grief for no reason—after a moment of silence, Jinglian suddenly howled and burst into tears!
He didn't know why he was crying.

But my heart is so depressed!
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In the depths of Kunlun Snow Mountain, an isolated area.

Houses in disrepair are scattered along the banks of the river.

Those houses have been uninhabited for a long time, and the front and back of the houses have been covered with weeds, and cobwebs are formed all over the inside and outside of the houses, and deep cracks can be seen everywhere on the walls and roofs.

A young man walked out of the dilapidated houses with a rattan basket on his back, and rushed to sow crops in a field by the river.

Two big "iron-clad gold" dogs chased and fought around him, and he occasionally stopped to see how the vegetables and fruits he planted by the roadside were growing.

When approaching the edge of the field, the two big dogs suddenly stopped chasing, guarded the young man, and whimpered softly at a tall figure walking along the field ridge.

The young man also saw the tall figure approaching slowly, his expression also became tense, he drew a sharp knife from his waist, and looked at the comer vigilantly.

The visitor seemed to have noticed his movement of drawing the knife, stopped five or six steps away from him, and shouted with a smile: "Qu Li."

After he shouted, he paused, and said again: "Quli Guanghaizang."

Hearing the voice of the visitor, the young man couldn't help hesitating. He frowned and asked the visitor, "You, do you know my name?"

"Of course I know your name." The visitor stopped where he was, "I also know the prophecy left to you by your deceased parents before they died.

On the day of your ninth birthday, someone will look for you over the snow-capped mountains.

Accept you as his disciple. "

Su Wu looked at the very 'young' and rejuvenated 'Qu Li Guanghai Zang', and continued: "Qu Li, today is your nine-year-old birthday. Master is here to take you out of the mountain."

Qu Li Guanghaizang heard that the person who came was about to tell the prophecy left by his parents, and his expression was inexplicably excited and hesitant at the same time.

He still held the sharp knife and stopped where he was.

"You don't believe me?" Su Wu asked with a smile.

Qu Li Guanghaizang nodded, then quickly shook his head.

"When you were three years old, this secluded village finally withered away, leaving only you and your parents living here.

The rest of the villagers died one after another either due to old age, disease, or accidents.

Their corpses ride the river and return to the source of secret possession. "Su Wu pointed to the small river not far away, and spoke slowly.

In the past, his body also started from this river, traveled all over the secret Tibetan area, and finally stayed in the 'sea of ​​wisdom'.

This small village is the village where 'Wujin Jiangqu', 'Duoji' and others gathered and formed.

When Su Wu died, his disciples gathered in this village, even the defeated Quli Guanghaizang came here to bid farewell to Su Wu's body.

(End of this chapter)