dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Time seems to freeze at this moment:

There are bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and the house is full of sandalwood.

Hua Jiunan closed his eyes, and his body actually floated.

The "Buddha's Sutra of Suppressing Demons" in front of him started to open page by page.

The above scriptures seem to have life, forming countless large and small swastikas around Hua Jiunan.

His face is no longer the usual elegance, full of boundless majesty.

Behind him are green pines like mountains and giant dragons roaring; the green pines and giant dragons all exude "ten thousand zhang" Buddha light.

It's just that this light is not golden, but a touch of vicissitudes in the darkness:

Like an old man, like a strong man in his twilight years.

At the same time, Wang San, who was far away in the small courtyard, seemed to sense the changes here, and said lightly, frowning:

"Bullshit!"

"On the day I retire, you will be the emperor. Everything is based on the blood of Yan and Huang, and people who are not of my race will have different hearts!"

"How can all beings be equal!"

After Wang San finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed at Hua Jiunan.

Following his movements, the phantom of a giant man with the head of a bull and a height of thousands of miles, with black flames burning on his body, appeared in the sky of the Northern Kingdom.

The giant man did the same as Wang San: he pointed in the direction of Hua Jiunan.

The original gloomy Buddha light instantly "burned" like fuel on the fire.

Hua Jiunan opened his eyes sharply, and raised the hand with "Buddha's light and flames" to his eyes for a closer look.

"With a heart of benevolence and love, with a killing blade..."

"Thank you, Third Uncle, and Monk Wuxin, the kid has realized it!"

Then all the visions disappeared, Xiao Wuxin groaned and fainted in Hua Jiunan's arms.

Chen Daji, Qi Baijia and others who were attracted by the movement here and witnessed everything were surprised from ear to ear.

"Boss, boss, you, have you become a fairy?!"

Afraid of being intimidated, Chen Daji reached out to touch Hua Jiunan, and heaved a long sigh of relief after realizing that the other party was still a "human".

"Ba Ye, if the boss becomes a fairy, will he fly away?"

Chang Baye nodded foolishly.

"That is required!"

"Not only can Mr. Xiao fly, but I can also ascend to the sky with Eighth Master. It's amazing!"

Thinking of the bright future in the future, our Eighth Master Chang couldn't help feeling elated.

Hey, the big worm with a master is so happy!

Seeing the many changes in Huajiu, Qi Baijia couldn't help but suffer from occupational diseases.

He just took out the compass and closed his eyes to deduce, but suddenly his face turned pale, and he spit out a big mouthful of blood with a wow.

After being backlashed, Qi Baijia's originally gray and white temples instantly turned pale.

Even the goatee.

Chen Daji and Zhao Fei hurriedly supported him.

"Master begging, what's wrong with you? Are you eating choking wind?!"

Begging Baijiakou couldn't say anything but just waved his hands again and again, looking at Hua Jiunan with more respect.

After a while, he gave a wry smile.

"Killing millions of soldiers in the south of the Yangtze River, the sword at the waist is still bloody. The mountain monk doesn't know the hero, so he only asks Xiaoxiao for his name."

"The old man is foolish and ignorant, trying to speculate on His Majesty, and offended Chu...Mr. Xiao, please return Haihan!"

Hua Jiunan handed over Wuxin to Zhao Fei, just as he was about to help the beggars who were saluting, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Although Chen Daji has bowlegged legs, he "tumbles" very fast.

After opening the door, he laughed.

"Oh, it's Uncle Wu. You came so fast!"

Taoist Wu Yongming in purple, his real body is more elegant than the Dharma body transformed by the paper crane.

From the point of view of temperament, it is comparable to Hu Qingshan, the head of the Hu family.

You must know that before the appearance of Hua Jiunan, the Hu family in the North Country represented the highest achievement of Chu Ma Xian.

The head of the Hu family is the most outstanding figure among them.

Although Wu Yongming is Ziyi, he is only one of the twelve enshrined in the special department of Shenzhou.

From this we can see how profound the foundation of Taoism is.

If you add those hidden existences, or the leaders of various religions above, the land gods...

In addition to birth and foot, this is the reason why Chuma Xian is not accepted in the eyes of Buddhism and Taoism.

Back in the day, Gray Six sacrificed the lives of nearly a thousand people for the most basic method of cultivation!

Wu Yongming, who was invited in by Chen Daji, was about to speak when he suddenly felt the change in Hua Jiunan.

After a while, he took a deep breath and solemnly raised his palms to salute.

"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate."

"Pindao congratulates the leader of Huajiao, Taoism and Buddhism, and the totem fire is always bright!"

"In this way, we will gain more confidence when we go deep into Liangzhu!"

Hua Jiunan stood up to welcome Wu Yongming to his seat, and poured half a cup of hot tea with his own hands.

"You Daoist Wu are polite."

"I will ask you for more advice after I finish my studies and advance to the future."

Chen Daji had a quick temper, and he was thinking about his father, so he asked.

"Uncle Wu, have you brought the 'Passport'? Can we go in and have a look?!"

Wu Yongming nodded again and again: "Bring it, bring it!"

"Juzi, we can leave at any time."

"Then what are you waiting for! Let's change clothes and save Dad!"

After everyone set off, the injured beggars were left behind to take care of the unconscious Wu Xin, while the rest of the group marched towards Liangzhu "fully armed".

They had just left for a few hours, when Qi Baijia suddenly realized that Wuxin was in pain, and then suddenly black flames ignited all over his body.

A thousand-year-old ancient temple loomed in the raging flames, and the blood in the ancient temple surged.

At the same time, the bronze mask hanging on Wuxin's chest began to shed blood and tears.

"How could this happen!" Qi Baijia was shocked.