The halo of the protagonist of rebirth is mine

The second day, late.

Many people gathered in the Mu residence.

Master Mo Yun brought a group of disciples, and they shared the Dharma altar in the courtyard. Each of them sat on a futon in eight directions from Qiankun Likan, with palms together, eyes closed, chanting words.Everything is ready, just waiting for the arrival of the cloudy hour.

The Hungry Ghost Festival is suitable for reincarnation, and it is also suitable for the disappearance of souls.As long as the gate of death is wide open and countless evil spirits come out one after another, they can swallow immature spirit bodies into their stomachs, and Mu Hexuan will never have a day of rebirth.What the old man in the underworld has to do is to push Mu Hexuan into the door of life before the evil spirits come out.And the two gates of life and death in the underworld were opened almost at the same time.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing the mage's actions, probably in their eyes, Mu Hexuan was also a heinous ghost.

Finally, when the clock struck the third time, the middle wheel started to spin rapidly.Master Mo Yun's mouth also opened and closed quickly with the wheel, and his expression became more and more ferocious.Where no one can see, there are two doors slowly opening, the left is the door of life, and the right is the door of death.

Mu Hexuan felt that two forces were squeezing him, making his whole body ache.

If I had known that rebirth would be so painful, I would quit!ah! ! !

His last consciousness was a face with blue face and fangs.

At the same time, Master Mo Yun also spat out a mouthful of blood, and eight disciples fell to the ground one after another.

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When Mu Hexuan woke up again, he found that he was in pain everywhere, he struggled hard, and only raised his hand a small amount.So he had to twist his neck with difficulty to look around.He found himself lying in an old and dilapidated Yuelao Temple with straw under his body, and then checked his clothes, the clothes were ragged!

That old man is playing tricks on me! ! !He said he would give me a good identity, so did I really borrow a beggar to revive my soul? !If so, then what's the point of my rebirth?Mu Hexuan suddenly felt more pain in his chest, as if the duck that had reached its mouth flew away again.

He was scolding the old man a hundred times in his heart, and he didn't pay attention to the movement outside the window. He didn't feel it until a black cat was squatting beside him.

The black cat looked at him quietly, neither barking nor moving.

"Hello?" Mu Hexuan tentatively greeted it.He had recognized it, it was the black cat that had attacked him when he was a ghost.Just don't know why it came along.

"What's your name?" It is imperative to establish a good relationship with it first, and we will talk about other things later, he thought.

"Meow meow~"

The black cat meowed twice, and then Mu Hexuan realized that he understood it.Xiaomei, uh, what a... good name.

"Well, Xiaomei, do you know what time it is?"

"Meow meow meow~"

March of the 29th year of Taikang.

Very good, it was half a year after his "death".Mu Heang, Zhao Fu, Mu Zhun, I'm back.

Mu Hexuan asked Xiaomei to go out to find food, while he continued to lie on the straw and think about life.

Now I am alive, but I have no identity, no martial arts, and nothing. In this world, any random bastard can easily crush me to death.Therefore, the most urgent task is to find a helper for himself, not to seek revenge, but at least to protect himself.

However, as a beggar myself, I would be beaten half to death even if I touched the sleeve of a nobleman. How can I find such a support for myself?

Have!temple!

Daxing advocates Buddha, and temples big and small don't know who they are.The reason is that the saints worshiped the Buddha, so the nobles also rushed to follow suit, so there was a grand occasion of "there are many Buddhist halls and monks gathered".Moreover, the temple is the only place that can be entered without a threshold, so it is not a bad idea to cultivate and live there for a period of time.

So happily decided.

Speaking of my current body, I was beaten by the crowd before, why is my chest so painful?

"Cough cough!" Mu Hexuan coughed forcefully, coughing up blood.I'm afraid it's a broken bone pierced into the lung.This is not good.As Mu Hexuan thought about it, he gradually fell into a coma again.

He had a dream and went back to when he was eight years old.

The fire was so bright that it was devastated everywhere.

The flagpole was broken and fell to the ground, mixed with the stumps on the ground, and the blood stained the dark yellow soil.In front of him, there was a row of people tied up, these were the defeated captives.

Mu Zhun handed himself a knife, and he said, "Kill them, and you will be eligible to live in this world."

maybe.

I took the saber by myself, but couldn't hold it firmly, and stood in front of the first prisoner tremblingly, looking into his begging eyes, just wanting to escape.

There is no way out.

He saw that eight-year-old self, closed his eyes, and stabbed the machete into the man's abdomen forcefully, blood gushing out, covering his face.As if inspired, that self seemed to be going crazy, waving a machete and slashing from left to right.I don't know if the person is dead or not, I just know chop, chop, chop...

Behind him, Mu Zhun was looking at him coldly.

This is my own childhood, a childhood without joy and only blood.

"what!!!"

He woke up from his dream, panting desperately like a drowning fish.