dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Qingniu spits out human words, with a simple and distant voice.

"For the difficult things, Lao Song, I'll go there myself."

"Hey, this child has grown up by my side since he was a child, I can't just watch him die young like this."

"The little girl will be sad..."

Wang San and the others were taken aback when they heard the words:

They faintly thought about begging Mr. Song to go to Liangzhu, but they still didn't "dare" to speak after much hesitation.

Without it, this tree god who is indifferent to the world, cultivates the way of inaction.

Just as a bystander, I have watched this world quietly for more than 1 years.

Seeing all Taoism promotes witches and eliminates, all schools of thought sing together;

Regardless of wind and rain, ups and downs, and sufferings, I have never intervened half a point, let alone go thousands of miles away from my roots.

It's just that during the "Emperor Tribulation" that destroyed the world that year, he finally couldn't help the kindness in his heart, and used his stalwart body to protect a little witch boy who was seriously injured and fell at his feet.

The child has been reincarnated several times, and Mr. Song has always been by his side.

She is now the deaf mother-in-law...

In the encounter that year, Song Lao guarded the deaf mother-in-law's nine reincarnations.

The deaf mother-in-law has also become the quiet old Song, the only concern in the world of mortals.

Under the love of the house and the black, this ten thousand year tree god is willing to become the guardian of the small courtyard.

The reason why Wang Sansi and the others were unwilling and afraid to bother Mr. Song:

One is respect for the elders, and the other is that once the way of inaction is contaminated with cause and effect, it will be difficult to enjoy the years in peace.

There is a saying that is not rough and not rough: the world of mortals is a big dye vat, if you can get in, you can't get out...

Seeing that the tree god took the initiative to "defeat", how could he not be surprised.

Seeing the appearance of several people, Song Lao knew what they were thinking.

He smiled lightly and didn't explain too much.

"You don't have to wait like this, just act like an old pine and I am very quiet and want to move."

"Practice practice, only 'repair' but not 'practice' is tantamount to building a car behind closed doors, and the achievements are ultimately limited."

"Old Song, I just figured out this truth just now, and it's all thanks to the concern I can't let go of for the little girl."

Seeing that Song Lao had lost his mind, when Mr. Hu and the others didn't know what to say, things changed again in Liangzhu Underground Palace.

At this moment, all the powerful minds in the small courtyard are all on there, so they naturally feel it and smile at the same time.

"Hahaha, good!"

"I don't want Zhang Jiaozhu and Wuxin Buddha to join hands, Xiaojiu, that child has nothing to worry about!"

Yuhang Land, Liangzhu Digong:

Qiongshen, who turned into vines of flesh and blood, knew that Hua Jiunan was desperately thinking after seeing the vision of heaven and earth.

As a lingering outsider, he is actually more afraid of death than any living being.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so frightened that his whole body would tremble and be sluggish on the spot as soon as he heard Jiang Chudi's three words.

The more you are afraid of death, the more you have to keep the danger in the bud.

As a result, the vines all over the sky no longer crazily drained the surrounding primitive people, but entangled and entangled together, turning into a big bloody hand, and grabbed Chang Baye in the air.

"Hehehe, the Juesheng royal family is desperate and desperate. This scene is in ancient times. Even if it is said, no one will believe it."

"Sacred... what a great and awesome existence, they will not put themselves in danger."

"Young little guy, you haven't grown up after all, you are too immature!"

Faced with this strange hand that was several times bigger than Chang Baye, several people in Hua Jiu felt a deep sense of powerlessness in their hearts at the same time.

Maybe this is the difference in realm: once Qiong Shen gets serious, they have no chance to resist at all.

Just when Hua Jiunan had already bit the tip of his tongue, and was about to forcibly get rid of Qiongshen's coercion and break through the mystery of the womb, there was a sudden explosion in the air.

It wasn't thunder, the space above was rippling like water waves.

After a few ripples, a flat boat floated out.

At the beginning, it was only the size of a palm, but as it got closer to the top of the altar, it became normal.

It is the "boat in the sea of ​​bitterness" condensed by the great Confucian Xun Yi with the righteousness of Confucianism.

Standing on the bow of the bitter boat with the wind is an old man, a young man, and a monk. They are the advocates of the Taiping Sect who care about the world, and the little monk Wuxin who is one body of Buddha and demon.

Just arrived here, the little guy obviously didn't notice the scene below.

Keeping in mind what Hua Jiunan said "children should be polite", the chubby little hands clasped together and recited the Buddha's name.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Excuse me... is anyone at home?"

"The little monk is not seeking alms today, he is here to find his elder brother."

"My brother...he has been lost for many days..."