Kowloon pull coffin

If a fight really broke out, it would undoubtedly be an earth-shattering disaster for the people of the Dharma-ending era.

And it's not just Taoism, but also magic way.

There is no class in the way of magic, and ghosts, ghosts, mountain spirits and wild monsters may come out together to cause trouble. Among them is the Huanghe Empress who broke the army and killed Wushuang.

I have a vague feeling that this battle may not be as small as the Taoist priest's interception and killing of Kowloon.

When Xie Liuyun intercepted and killed Kowloon, the flood of the Yellow River was used as a cover, but this time the surrounding area of ​​the Yellow River was calm, so if the people's livelihood on both sides of the strait were not to be harmed, the government could only rely on the government to evacuate.

Fortunately, the country also has corresponding organizations to deal with these supernatural events.

When I was moving, my parents asked me why I didn't go together. I couldn't think of a reason, so I told them that I was waiting for you.With her protecting me, I'll be fine even if I stay at home.

Hearing what I said, my family members stopped persuading me.Empress Huang He must have a way to solve the matter in the Yellow River. I am her husband, and she will definitely protect me.

I stood at the entrance of the village and watched my parents leave in a resettlement vehicle.When they were gone and I could no longer see them, I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes with my sleeve, kneeled on the ground and kowtowed three times in the direction of their departure, and went home alone.

This was probably the last time I saw my family, I had a deep talk with my brother the night before.I told my brother that if I was gone when they came back, I would have left with Empress Huang He, and I asked him to take good care of my parents and not miss me.

I don't know if I will have a chance to repay the kindness of my parents in nurturing me in this life.The next Yuan Festival is my mortal calamity, no matter whose life Liu Hechou stole for me, I can't avoid it.

I also thought about leaving, but I couldn't let go of too many things.The heart has always been the heart of a spectator, but no one is a player in the game.

I didn't go anywhere for the last three days, I stayed at home alone and waited. Some people would come to me even if I didn't go to them.

It's just that I didn't expect that Huixiang would be the first person who came to see me. It's been a long time.Huixiang means a lot to me. She made me believe in ghosts and gods.

Huixiang came from the city of vain death just to bring me a piece of news that Liu Hechou has been in the city of vain death these days.

I asked her what Liu Hechou was doing there, and Huixiang said he didn't know, only that the City of Dead Dead was not peaceful recently, and those people from the Demonic Way were gathering in the past, and the scale had already attracted the attention of Lord Yan of the Ten Temples.

According to folklore, the City of Dead Dead is a city created in hell by Empress Houtu for the ghosts who died of unreasonable disasters.

Although the city of death in vain is also in the Yin Division, it is not under the jurisdiction of the Yin Division, nor is it within the jurisdiction of the Wufang Ghost Emperor.Occasionally, when people from the Yin Division investigate the case and determine the cause and effect, they will go to the City of Death to interrogate the resentful souls. For example, the judge Xunyang once interrogated Huixiang in the City of Death.

In addition to those who died of unreasonable disasters before the end of their lives, the residents of the city of death in vain also live in a very special group, the practitioners of the magic way.

As we all know, if a Taoist master is enlightened in his Taoist mind and has merit in his body, after death he is not called death, but Nirvana.

The so-called nirvana refers to not being born, and vana refers to not dying.

After Nirvana, fly to the ancestral courts of various Taoist schools, and after recording the roster, directly look for opportunities for rebirth in the yang world, or directly stay in the ancestral courts to gather spirit bodies and continue to practice.

After the death of the ancestor of the Demon Dao in battle, since the Wuming Palace, the ancestral court of the Demon Dao, was destroyed and the ancestral court did not exist, those practitioners who believed in the teachings of the Demon Dao had nowhere to go after death, and most of them went to the City of Death.People who have no sustenance after death and who are Nirvana themselves, the city of death in vain can be regarded as the best place for them.

Although the City of Dead Dead is miserable, it cannot be worshiped by human incense, and it cannot be revived on the Ghost Festival, but it is much better than dying in the world.

Originally, I have always wondered where the Demon Dao came from to bring Po Jun directly to the table, because in the end of the Dharma Era, there are very few dark people in the world who have advanced Taoism, and the hidden Demon Dao practitioners among them are definitely not the opponents of Taoism.All Dao lines, no matter in terms of manpower, wealth, or resources, are not comparable to those of yin people.

Now hearing Huixiang say that Liu Hechou went to the city of death in vain, I understand a little bit in my heart.In order to compete with the Daoist sect, the Demonic Daoist must send troops from the city of vain death.It's just that although the Wushi City is not under the jurisdiction of the Yin Division, it has always been surrounded by the Yin Division's heavy soldiers. After all, the death of the founder of the Demon Dao was directly related to the Yin Division.

It's a pity that although Huixiang has caused great troubles in the world, she is just a little ghost in the city of death, and she doesn't know much.This time I was able to spread the word back to the yang because of my yin marriage with the son of my distant relative, otherwise she would not even be able to get out of the dead city.

"Xie Lan, in fact, I should really thank you. It's not you, I don't even have the qualifications to enter the city of death. I know that your identity is not simple, and people like me can't get in touch with you before and after death." Huixiang Said.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, all living beings are equal and educated without discrimination. In my eyes, there is no difference between you and me." I said a strange sentence casually, almost instinctively.

"Hehe, it's no wonder that so many people in the city of the dead are betting that you are that person. Xie Lan, live well, I can enshrine a tablet for you in the city of the dead, but I don't want to see you in the city of the dead one day."

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The second person who came to see me was my teacher's wife. She didn't come empty-handed, she came here specially to give me the water-dividing sword.

"The Nine Dragons Cave has become a settlement after revealing the secrets in the Xiayuan Festival. Now I don't worry that anyone will pay attention to you. You can only find out your life experience by yourself. When the time comes, you can go down with the water-dividing sword." I said.

"Master, did you already know that Uncle Bai went to the city of death, you said before that he is not in the world."

"Yes, he went to the City of Death. As for why, you must understand now. Xie Lan, can I ask you something?"

"You say it."

"Whether you are Qisha or not, I hope you don't hate him. He has no malice towards you from the beginning to the end. The reason why he hides many things from you is because he has no choice."

"I understand. If Uncle Bai didn't steal my life for me, there would be no Xie Lan in the world."

After Huixiang and my teacher's wife came, no one came to see me again.

Until the last night, when I was playing with the water-dividing sword at home, Yanhua finally came to me.

There is no doubt that she is a Pojun, and Liu Hechou's strategy in the city of vain death has confirmed her identity as a greedy wolf. Now there is only one last question left, whether I am a seven kill or not.

I once uttered the truth about seven kills, and it is reasonable to say that I am seven kills.But if I am really Qisha, then why do I have a feeling of the past after seeing the portrait of the Taoist priest?

There is only one life, no matter how capable Liu Hechou is, it is impossible to steal two lives for me!

There is a question that has been buried in my heart for a long time, and this time when I saw Yuhua, I decided to ask it.

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Chapter 48

Yanhua changed into a new outfit this time, not the paper clothes I burned for her before, but a black armor. Her skin is very white, which contrasts with the black armor, making her look even whiter, like fine porcelain.

Not only did she wear armor, but she also brought a weapon this time.Unlike the common dharma swords of Taoism, she uses a knife.The blade is broad and thick, about four feet long, with beasts and evil spirits carved on one side and the sun, moon and stars carved on the other.

According to the secret history of Dao Zang, in the place where the Dao of Demons was founded, the first generation of broken troops led troops to spread the word and killed the Quartet. The weapon used was such a knife.The knife is called the two-break knife, and all the knife formulas are called the two-break formula of the intersection of heaven and earth, yin and yang.

The meaning of the knife is like flowing water, breaking in two with one knife.

Back then, the patriarch of the Demon Dao died in battle on the Cliff of Resurrection, and Po Jun went to the Yin Division alone, cutting off the Wangchuan River with a single knife, and it stopped flowing for a hundred years.I don't know how many resentful souls escaped in the Wangchuan River because of this, which brought countless troubles to Yinsi.

I'm used to her softness in women's clothing, but I'm not used to seeing her suddenly change into military attire.I'm even more sensitive to the knife in her hand. This knife is too powerful, and it made me very uncomfortable from the moment she entered the room.

"Tomorrow is the Xiayuan Festival. I can't go out at will. I bring a knife for self-defense." Seeing me staring at her knife, Xie Hua explained softly.

"Is this two broken knives?" I asked.

"The imitation, Liu Hechou collected the materials of Pojun's year, and forged it with Kunlun cold iron. If it is the real one, the Liangduan knife must never be exposed in front of people, because the evil spirit is too strong."

"The sword is an imitation, so surely you don't know how to use Yin and Yang at the Crossroads of Heaven and Earth?"

"That set of knife tactics can only be comprehended after the Dao is completed, so I naturally won't." Yanhua said.

"The knife is not real, and you don't know how to break the two. I can't think of a reason for your high-profile entry into the world." I said.

"This year is your ninth year. Hades survived three times. Do you think you have a chance to make it to the fourth time? What's more, if you don't open up your destiny for a day, your lifespan, understanding, and state of mind are undoubtedly the same as ordinary people. I'm not afraid of it." Wait, I'm afraid you'll be old by then..." Yanhua said quietly.

Since ancient times, heroes have been born in youth. If they grow old, it is really a sad thing.