That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Inside lay a dead body...

looks exactly like you...

Sheng Lanchu's voice was like the reverberation in the mountains after the chime of the sunset in an ancient temple in the deep mountains, lingering in Si Huai's ears over and over again, unable to dissipate.

He knew what they saw to show such a look, but he didn't dare to admit it or think about it.

He had guessed that there might be Bijue's Zen staff hidden in the tomb, the missing Shanhe sword might be hidden, and there might even be Lingjun's body that was buried after death, but he never thought that what was buried here would be His physical body—

The flesh body that was devoured by the red lotus karma 300 years ago has already been crushed to ashes.

There was no sound in the empty stone room for a moment, and everyone fell silent. Qiqi set his sights on Si Huai, he just lowered his head slightly, and the loose strands of hair on his forehead hid the expression in his eyes .

Wu Nian quietly took Si Huai's hand hanging by his side into his palm, only to find that his icy palm was covered with a layer of cold sweat.

"Amitabha——" I chanted the Buddha's name to break the silence of the room, took a step forward and blocked Si Huai behind me, and said in a warm voice: "People are similar. This monster dragon has been dead for more than 300 years. Si Huai looks like him, so I guessed wildly."

"Random guessing?" Zhong Xun held his breath, leaned forward and took out a small bright yellow notebook from the sarcophagus, opened it in front of everyone, lowered his eyes to glance at the contents on it, and read it out with a calm face ——

"In the 23rd year of Kangyou, there was a severe drought year after year, and the people were in dire straits. A dragon appeared to rain, blessed the common people, and turned into a human form. Immortal taboo was Huai, and the name was Qi Zhou..."

"That's enough..." Si Huai interrupted him, the voice was not loud, but slowly and forcefully, the eyes that were slowly raised were black like thick ink, which made people shudder involuntarily.

With a slight effort, Si Huai broke his hand out of Wu Nian's palm, and walked slowly towards the sarcophagus in the center step by step. The corner of his mouth slowly raised a smile, but he couldn't tell what it meant.

The few people around the sarcophagus subconsciously took a few steps back, Si Huai glanced at them, said nothing, only lowered his eyes to look at himself lying in the sarcophagus.

Wearing a sky-blue ancient robe embroidered with intricate patterns, long black hair that hangs down to the ankles, the exposed pale neck and the back of the hands are faintly covered with thin blue scales, and a pair of pale blue scales on the head. Cyan horns.

That was his initial appearance in human form, and it was also his appearance when he was dying.

Si Huai stretched out his hand to touch it, and he didn't believe it was really his own body until he touched the cold, lifeless face with his fingers, the body he always thought had long since ceased to exist.

"Brother Qi Zhou...you..." Sheng Lanchu wanted to get closer but didn't dare, so she tentatively called out from the side.

"It's me." Si Huai stared fixedly at himself in the coffin, interrupted her words without looking back, and suddenly laughed out loud like lost soul, the laughter resounded through the empty stone room. With a sense of gloom and panic, before everyone came back to their senses, they stopped suddenly, and said coldly: "I am what you are looking for, the demon dragon who came back from the dead."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Wu Nian's voice came when his lingering voice hadn't died down, and the two voices were intertwined together, turning into a staggered echo.

"Why should I talk nonsense? You all believe me when I say nonsense, don't you?" Si Huai smiled coldly, and then continued on his own: "The same person, the same name, how can there be so many coincidences?" ..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Wu Nian and Sheng Lanchu's "be careful" sounded behind him at the same time, and a sharp sword aura approached behind him. It was too fierce, it went straight through his cracked fan, and pierced into his chest impartially.

Si Huai let out a muffled snort, supported the sarcophagus next to him and slowly slid down, his gaze followed the sword in front of him little by little, and fixedly stared at Ming Qiao holding the sword at the other end.

This clay body had consumed too much spiritual energy and cultivation, and had already become very fragile, unable to withstand Ming Qiao's streamer sword at all, not to mention that he tried his best to kill him.

If his primordial spirit were to leave his body, he might not be able to escape another disastrous end.

Ming Qiao's eyes were full of murderous aura, and he ruthlessly pulled out the sword that stabbed him. Regardless of Sheng Lanchu and Dong Yangyan who rushed out to stop him, he condensed his cultivation and wanted to make up for another sword, not wanting the dimness under the sarcophagus. The radiance of the stone lotus suddenly became stronger again, suppressing the bright sword glow, forcing the people nearby to back away.

Si Huai's blood splashed onto the sarcophagus next to him at some point, and the gold lacquered Sanskrit script on it suddenly reacted with blood, and a faint golden Buddha's light lit up.

The Buddha's light flowed and gradually wrapped the entire sarcophagus in a layer of gold, and the golden lacquered Sanskrit characters suddenly broke away from the coffin, and rushed to the top of the sarcophagus, and rearranged into the shape of a Buddhist curse seal, with an unstoppable force. The posture fell heavily towards the inside of the sarcophagus.

A cyan-blue aura filled the entire sarcophagus, and Si Huai, who was leaning against the side of the sarcophagus, felt his body getting weaker and weaker, as if an irresistible force was grabbing his soul and forcing him to get out of this broken body. out of here.

The inside of the body seemed to be burning with a raging fire, the internal organs were slowly being shattered, the low growl was blocked in the throat, and Si Huai looked over at Ming Qiao in front of him to look at Wu Nian, and touched it with some difficulty. The corner of the mouth, and then his eyes darkened, and the primordial spirit in his body was taken out by that domineering force.

A very clear pain came from the hand, it was the kind of piercing pain that seemed to be bitten by tens of thousands of ants after being burned by the fire.

In just a few moments, Si Huai had already recalled the pain of being burned by the red lotus fire bit by bit, burning his soul and body to ashes, which was a crueler punishment than the rolling thunder.

The heart in his chest was beating very fast, and he could feel hot blood flowing through his limbs, but an intense sense of oppression nearly suffocated him, echoing in his body in one breath, following him slowly The restored cultivation base swam around his body before slowly exhaling.

Si Huai opened his eyes with some difficulty, and he was lying in the sarcophagus as expected. There were also golden lacquered Sanskrit inscriptions on the inner coffin wall as on the outside, and a chill came from the bottom of the sarcophagus.

It is the lotus stone platform underneath and these golden lacquered Sanskrit inscriptions that have kept his body intact for many years...

Thinking of this, he raised his hand with some difficulty to support the sarcophagus to get up, and just moved a little, a very severe pain came from his left arm, which clearly reminded him that all this was true.

Shilian's Buddha light had not dissipated yet, and Mingqiao and the others couldn't get close for a while. Si Huaiqiang sat up with his uninjured right hand, leaned against the coffin wall, held his breath and adjusted his breath. Raising his trembling left hand, he carefully rolled up the wide sleeve robe.

Hidden under the sleeves is a very glaring white gauze, wrapped from the elbow to the wrist, perhaps because his soul has returned to the original position to make this body alive, a little bit of red blood oozes from the gauze , Maybe you can still see the burnt flesh or the white bones when you take it apart.

The pain felt by the real physical body was clearer and stronger than his muddy body. Si Huai stretched out his hand and held the wound forcefully, but smiled softly under the stimulus of the pain.

After a person dies, the soul cannot return to the body. Even if he is not a human being, it is not easy for the soul to return to the body... What did Lingjun do?

What did he do to make this body that was supposed to be ashes appear here, and what did he do to make his soul return to his body that had been dead for 300 years so smoothly.

This tomb is not for hiding Bi Jue's Zen staff at all, but for protecting his body, and also for him to find it here one day, but he has never looked for it.

Si Huai suddenly thought of something, a ray of light lit up in his black eyes, and he murmured: "He knew I would come back...he knew I would come back...but what about him..."

He supported the sarcophagus and stood up slowly, looked up at the "body" on the ground that had turned into a pile of mud, then glanced at the few people present, paused when his eyes fell on Wu Nian, and suddenly There is a prickly pain.

"Okay...not only came back, but also dormant in our fairy gate..." Ming Qiao still pointed at Si Huai with the tip of his sword dripping with blood, and said to Zhong Xun beside him with a chilling smile on his face : "Unexpectedly, we actually made a wedding dress for this monster dragon on this trip."

"Yes." Si Huai turned around and sat on the coffin lid, lifted his legs and lifted the hem of his robe to one side, bent his knees and put his hands together in an unruly posture, suddenly laughed wildly, and said, "I I would also like to thank Sect Master Ming, if you hadn't stabbed me in the back, maybe I wouldn't be able to return to my real body."

"Hmph!" Zhong Xun pulled Ming Qiao back a bit, opened his mouth before him, and scolded in a cold voice, "You murderous, arsonist and evil doer, what face do you have to come back to this world!"

Si Huai looked down at his left hand, which was struggling even to make a fist, and slowly frowned, and when he looked up at Zhong Xun, he smiled slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, with an imperceptible cyan color.

"I killed people and set fire to them, so they deserve to die! I didn't kill you, and I didn't burn your fairy mansion. Why do you accuse me?!"

"Damn them? People all over the world built temples and temples for you to worship incense and worship you as a god. How can they feel sorry for you and want you to fight against unarmed people?!"

"People?" Si Huai frowned, stretched out a finger and shook it lightly, and said, "Sect Master Zhong, don't take the meaning out of context, I killed someone, but I didn't kill the people, but... people from the Immortal Sect." !"

"People from Xianmen?" Zhong Xun frowned and thought for a while, but he couldn't remember which historical book recorded the grievances between Xianmen and him 300 years ago. "What did the people of Xianmen do wrong, you want to treat them like this?"

Si Huai raised his hand and squeezed the swollen brows, not wanting to say anything more to him, the corners of his mouth raised even deeper, and said in a sullen tone: "They didn't do anything wrong, it's just that they met I, let me say this, is the suzerain satisfied?"

"You monster!" Zhong Xun's gaze sank, and he raised his hand involuntarily and waved a wave of spiritual power. The Shen Yuan sword in his hand was sensed and unsheathed, and moved towards Si Huai with a fierce killing intent.

The blue color in Si Huai's eyes became a bit more intense, and he turned around almost at the same time Shen Yuanjian stabbed him. Wagging his tail, he blocked Shen Yuanjian back, and then disappeared into nothingness, leaving only Si Huai's figure falling lightly.

"Since you want me to die so much, I can't let you go out alive." Si Huai said these words lightly, and the smile on his face finally disappeared, replaced by a decisive murderous look.

His cold eyes fell on the eighteen bronze men next to him, and a look of evil flashed in his eyes. Those bronze men who stood still suddenly seemed to have life again. With a stern shout, he waved the Arhat stick in his hand and surrounded them again. up.

Wu Nian has stood in place from the beginning to the end without moving, looking at everything in front of me with some disbelief, until now I started to start again, I did not believe that the young man in a green robe with dragon horns standing on the lid of the coffin, It was the person he had just grabbed.

However, he didn't bother to ask any questions now. The attack of those copper men seemed to be more violent than before. The four of Ming Qiao were surrounded in the middle, and they were injured just now. opponent.

Wu Nian clasped his hands together, and hastily recited the mantra just now, but it had no effect at all. Instead of stopping, those bronze men struck faster and more ruthlessly.

Seeing that they were about to be overwhelmed, he had no choice but to take a few steps forward, and hastily shouted at the man standing on the coffin lid who was directing, "Si Huai! Si Qizhou!"

His voice suddenly broke into Si Huai's chaotic world, vaguely overlapping with the voice of that person 300 years ago, pulling him back from the boundless underground full of killing desire.

The blue color in his eyes faded little by little, he withdrew his hand and removed the control over the bronze man, looked at Wu Nian who was not far away, smiled slightly, and said: "Forget it, you shouldn't kill people on a good day."

Ming Qiao and Zhong Xun expended a lot of energy, and they couldn't care less about swinging their swords to kill him at the moment. Seeing him jumping down from the coffin lid, they couldn't help being forced to take a step back by the cold air on his body.

Si Huai ignored them, turned his head to look at Sheng Lanchu, gave her a faint smile, then walked towards Wu Nian expressionlessly, but stopped ten steps away from him .

If Wu Nian hadn't stopped him in time, he would really be unable to control himself and kill Sheng Lanchu, who was Sheng Jincheng's sister.

But... From now on, it probably doesn't matter anymore.

"Qi Zhou..." Wu Nian wanted to walk towards him, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier in front of him blocking him.

"Lingjun won't trap people to death in the tomb, you can get out no matter how you go." He looked into Wu Nian's eyes, and slowly said word by word: "I know you won't let me go, come out After entering this tomb, you and I are strangers."

The voice fell, and before I could speak, Si Huai had already stretched his hands and swept back. With a high-pitched whistling sound resounding through the underground tomb, the blue figure in the void appeared the original body of the green dragon, with a long tail He extinguished all the ever-burning lamps on the wall, and then disappeared into the darkness.

The author has something to say: I have been waiting for a long time, I am a little entangled in writing this chapter, and it took me several hours to write it~

[Si.Xiaoqinglong.Huai] is online, and I finally wrote that I lost my vest. It feels like a dream to find my real body, but I can’t let him use his muddy body to talk to me hehehe, hahahaha~~~

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