Sheng Shi Merciful Light

A ray of purple energy came from the east, and absorbed Duanmuci's soul, which was entrenched around the brain of the new body, exuding dazzling golden light of merit.

After a while of dizziness, Duanmu Ci arrived at a warm place, and heard someone talking in a trance.

"Wonderful! You can turn defeat into victory without an advantage, you can be enlightened even after suffering a painful betrayal, and your mental power breaks through to advance...you really deserve to be the God of Mercy."

"It's not difficult for me to judge the situation and penetrate people's hearts, and I have accumulated enough mental state for decades," Duan Muci was not complacent, always calm to the extreme, and never had such a feeling of fear, he just asked lightly, "Are you a bull head or a horse face?"

That person: "...I am Zihuo, you really don't remember me at all."

"No matter who you are, put me back. I fooled the emperor into making a boat and floating the new body away. After I slowly warm it up for a few days, if I can come back to life, I will be free again. Don't spoil my big deal!"

"Mr. Merciful God, it's very dangerous for you to do this. The soul can easily escape from the body, and the new body is also very fragile... You are really taking too much risk." Zi Huo said.

"You came to help me?"

"Yes," Zi Huo said very sincerely, "Don't worry, I'm already protecting my new body, and nothing will happen."

"Where are you going now?"

"I'll take you to meet someone."

"Who?"

"Mr. Ziwei Xing."

Xingjun?who is it?Let me travel to this great Xingguo, just to copy you from the stars?

"It's the former Ninth Prince." Zi Huo revealed the mystery.

"Let Xingjun return to his throne!" Zi Huo became more respectful.

"Well, it's you, Ah Zi." Obviously recognized, Mr. Ziwei Xing's voice was clear and ethereal, with a hint of melancholy, "Why do I have to go through this world?"

Duanmu Ci didn't use his eyes, but concentrated his soul power to look over.

Mr. Ziwei Xing's face and figure were all engulfed in the misty white mist, and he couldn't see clearly, but Duanmuci had a sense of familiarity and reassurance.

Standing beside him was a young man in a purple robe with a handsome face. It was Zi Huo, who replied respectfully: "Because of an accident, your soul was torn into two halves. Reincarnation, taste the joys, loves and hates of the world in the three thousand worlds, and replenish the soul."

"How many times?"

"It's already the 81th and [-]st time. This is the last time for you. You were lucky enough to be born to the Ninth Prince Mu Ci, and suffered from loneliness and pain. If you can find out, you will be close to Dzogchen when you rebuild your soul."

Mr. Ziwei Xing was silent for a long time, and the 81 reincarnation experiences reappeared one by one, together with his countless previous memories, ups and downs, emotions of love, hate and parting, gradually merged into his sea of ​​consciousness, and finally merged into a transparent dragon-shaped spirit body, surveyed Breaking through all false love and hatred, the soul is generally complete, the state of mind is stable, and the tone is more gentle and peaceful: "So, let's end the cause and effect."

The purple-clothed young man should: "It's still a little bit, your fate in this world is gone. Because something happened, you need to return to your place in advance, I can only start the backup procedure, and use the extradition purple light to take back the other half of your soul condensed." The new soul...is this Lord Mercy, let him replace you. Oh, no, Lord Mercy is actually you. According to his world, it is a clone. It just so happens that he is dying, so I will pick him up and make the mortal fate for you .”

Duan Muci suddenly realized, no wonder I was reborn through time travel inexplicably. It turned out that it was artificial...or asked myself to wipe another self's ass?

"Ci? Hello." Duanmu Ci felt that Lord Xing bet on him with a vision that was supreme and inclusive, majestic, ethereal, peaceful and warm.

Duanmu Ci greeted: "Wei, hello!"

When he looked at Ziwei Xingjun again, he was very merciful, with a huge golden halo on his forehead, more dazzling than those bald foreheads of Xitian Bliss, cooler than Hollywood special effects.

Mr. Ziweixing praised with a hint of joy: "Ci, such a dazzling golden light of merit."

Duanmuci raised his head, and saw that there was also a large golden halo of merit on his forehead.

"What is this?" Mu Ci asked.

Zihuo replied: "It is the tolerance of the heavens, your kindness, the merits and virtues of the golden light protect the body and enter the reincarnation of the world. And the merits and virtues you have gained in each life experience will also strengthen the golden light, which is favored by the heavens. It is natural to become the darling of the heavens. "

Duan Muci said lightly: "I don't think it's wishful, it's always a disaster."

Zizhuo smiled: "Experience in the world of mortals, the word 'experience' is very important. The soul is divided into two, which is unimaginable and extremely dangerous for any life. Both the gods and the stars are about to achieve positive results, which is already a great fortune .

Although it is the same soul, there should be no difference in treatment, but the soul of the main memory is on Ziwei Xingjun's side, so it is understandable that Zihuo Feng Xingjun is the master and is more polite to Mu Ci.

Zi Huo continued to explain: "The God of Mercy received the favor of the rebirth of Xingjun, and he must repay one or two, so that he can be truly independent after the cause and effect. And the newborn soul is not perfect enough, it is better to have more experience in the world of mortals, and to accumulate more merit and golden light. So after all things considered, it is for your sake that I extradite Lord Mercy God."

Duanmu Ci remembered that when he was dying, there was indeed a purple light shrouded in it, and it turned out that it was Zi Huo who did it.

What is the grace of soul regeneration, return of cause and effect, golden light of merit?Still thinking about me?Is this fantasy?Resist superstition and believe in science!

However, Duanmu Ci is less emotional, and has always been very rational. He has figured out a set of physical and spiritual cultivation methods on the earth, and has found a new direction for human evolution.Leaving aside the mysterious flicks of Xingjun Shenjun, Mu Ci believes that Zihuo and Weixingjun must be civilizations that are ahead on the evolutionary path.

Human beings are somewhat afraid of the unknown, but Duanmuci did feel an invisible familiarity and peace of mind from Mr. Wei Xing, like finding his long-lost twin brother, there is a bond and trust in his soul.

Ah Ci believed in intuition, and only said: "It's the catastrophe of 'lonely suffering' and 'sea of ​​pain'. After a little taste, why leave all the complete memories to me? Wouldn't it be unnecessary? A shortened version is also fine." Mind, it will take me several days to calm down.

Duanmu Ci moved, Xingjun immediately understood, and said gently with a smile: "It won't take a few days."

"You really have confidence in me." Ci complained casually, and then said, "Are we the same person?" It doesn't feel like it.

Zi Huo said: "The two of you do not share the soul equally. There are more souls of life and wisdom in the soul of Lord Merciful God, so after reincarnation, the vitality is stronger than that of King Xing, with a longer life span and more wisdom. Other main memories, The soul of the main emotions is less, so there are fewer emotions and less desires."

Duanmu Ci felt that this evaluation was very pertinent, he was indeed too smart, because he was always said to be ruthless because he was too smart and rational!And he has little attachment to human affairs in the world, just like Duanmu Ci's life, he can put everything down, donate all his property, and don't care about any external things.

Ziwei Xingjun said compassionately and gently: "So, please ask Ci to be reborn in this world for me, become the Ninth Prince Mu Ci, and settle the final karma for me... Would you like it?"

"Is there really such a thing as fate? What is the fate of the Ninth Prince?" Duanmu Ci thought of something else.

"Fate, according to your understanding, is just a big or small probability. All the mythical people can calculate their fate, just because their wisdom is too high to calculate the probability of some future things. But fate is not fixed, and there is a sentence The saying goes, 'Man will conquer the sky'!"

"Listen, it's not a smooth life." Ah Ci sighed.

"Hehe..." Mr. Ziwei Xing said happily, "No matter how smooth life is, if you control it, it will not be so peaceful."

Ash just smiled.

In his previous life, he had ups and downs, experience in the world of mortals, coupled with the fact that the soul of the main emotions is true, less emotional, the state of mind has long been peaceful, and he never made meaningless complaints.

I can't refuse, I can only accept it, and think in a good place: To be the Ninth Prince, this profession is more noble than the status of the elite and rich, and the starting point is quite high.As for the eldest brother, the elder brother in the long list, it is not his turn to sit on the throne, so he doesn't have to be locked up in the palace of P University and lose his freedom for a lifetime.

To put it simply, it is to enjoy the high position and authority, call the wind and call the rain, without having to carry the burden, and be as happy as you want.

Zi Huo also smiled: "So, everyone will be happy."

"But the Ninth Prince's body is already at the end of his strength." A Ci is a businessman who is well versed in bargaining, and the implication is obvious.

Zi Huo said: "It's okay, I'll feed you a few drops of chalcedony liquid, it will whiten and restore your life, and any pain and ailment can be restored."

Ah Ci is very careful: "If you recover too quickly..."

"No problem, wrap it on me. I wrapped several layers of slow-release capsule skins with chalcedony stock solution. The capsule skins are made of natural West Pole gelatin extract. It is by no means comparable to leather shoe capsules. It is stored slowly and released slowly. There will be no suspense in 100 years for restoration." Zihuo is very familiar with the modern world on Earth where Duanmu Ci came from, so he said, "Because of continuous slow release, slow recovery, and the same pain as ordinary people, it is too much to exceed the recovery limit It might be a real death... It is very dangerous to leave your body rashly like you are now. Please take it easy and don't mess around with the original solution. Don't complain about the quality of my original solution because of this."

"Do you have a practice method?" Ah Ci asked again, and the two people in front of him... were civilized people with a higher evolutionary path.

It was Ziwei Xingjun who replied, with a clear but tolerant smile like the sea, he replied: "Humans have their own way, ghosts have their way of ghosts, and immortals have their way of immortality. We must not interfere with human affairs, otherwise you will be entangled in karma and troubles will continue. Your lower realm will become The Ninth Prince, who possesses dragon aura, cannot practice the Immortal Cultivation Technique, otherwise it will violate the balance of heaven and earth."

Ah Ci also understands that if he develops some high-level abilities, it would be too much to destroy a city with his backhand.It doesn't matter if it's a small trick, but the existence of a super big bug will be cleaned up sooner or later, so he put away his thoughts and said: "I created it myself, is it okay?"

Xingjun admired Duanmuci's good attitude very much, and said: "You have merits and virtues, just like the Buddha, doing good deeds in the world is also a practice. Of course, it is no problem to create exercises yourself, but it will be beneficial. I can teach you some spiritual cultivation. The human-level kung fu with a healthy body is not harmful." After waving something into Duanmu Ci's sea of ​​consciousness, he said to Zi Huo, "Don't delay any longer, the Ninth Prince's aura is almost gone, so don't try to save him. return."

"Don't worry, I won't play it off." Zi Huo flicked his fingers, and flicked a ray of Yang Qi into the mouth of the Ninth Prince.

Mu Ci saw that the Ninth Prince's body was still in the palace, and he did not float away as he wished, probably because of the faint breath in his heart, the people in the palace never gave up.

but……

Forget it, both inside and outside the palace are actually the same to Mu Ci.

……

In the palace, the extremely beautiful and legendary Nine Princes of Lenggong appeared, but died again.

He died inexplicably in Chongzheng Hall.

It was a little strange, but when asked carefully, no one planned to speak.

It stands to reason that when a member of the royal family dies, the death knell of the Bell and Drum Tower at the main gate of the imperial city must be rung.But the emperor has been dragging his heels and refused to speak to announce his death, and strictly ordered the imperial hospital to revive the Ninth Prince who was still breathing.

Every imperial doctor took a pulse, except for the occasional weak beating of the heart chamber, it was extremely weak, and there was almost no pulse when it reached the wrist.

In fact, the Ninth Prince has been tortured for many years, his body is extremely weak, and he was exposed to the cold in wet clothes. Then he was hit on the head severely by the emperor with the Jade Seal of the Kingdom, and he lost too much blood. It is really hard for a god to save.And the Ninth Prince didn't have any will to live.

The imperial physician was powerless, and finally had a hard time deciding who to report to the emperor, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

The original leader of the Tai Hospital, the Envoy Zhan, has been taken away and killed with a stick.

All the imperial physicians kept silent, fearing that the next one would be buried with them.

You look at me, I look at you, looking for the person who tops the tank.

The two vice-principal envoys suffered a heart attack while watching the sentence, and the emperor ordered them to go back to their hometown directly.At the beginning, the imperial physicians secretly laughed at the two old men for putting on too much, but in a blink of an eye they were unlucky.

It was only then that everyone discovered that the two deputy dean envoys were old-fashioned and smart people-it was a neat thing to hide.

King Qi, the commander of Dazong Zhengsi Temple, entered the palace early in the morning, only sighed when he heard the news, and ordered two eunuchs to go to the Bell and Drum Tower to prepare to ring the death knell for the prince's death.

The torrential rain started to fall again, and the two eunuchs supported each other, huddled, drenched, and climbed the steps in three steps and two slips. Just as they went up the Bell and Drum Tower, they touched the huge bronze bell.

Suddenly, a giant purple lightning with the momentum of a rainbow that would tear the sky in half, smashed his head and covered his face, and split the cold palace on the left side of the palace into rubble. In an instant, a raging fire ignited.

The eunuch shrank his head, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Oh my god, luckily it didn't hit the gate of the imperial city.Huh?It is said that the bronze bell in the central bell and drum tower of the gate of the imperial city loves to absorb thunder the most. Why is Lei Gong so flattering today?

Forget it, no matter what, it is really the blessing of the ancestors.

They didn't know that this strange thunder had scared the soul of the Ninth Prince back, and the Ninth Prince, who had almost no heartbeat, actually breathed a little again.

"Hurry up! Save people!" The Heavenly Granted Emperor made the Tai Hospital go crazy.

Everyone shouted to put out the fire, but the emperor was unmoved-let the cold palace burn down.

All the imperial physicians finally revealed the culprit - Cui Zhongnian.

Old Cui has been drying medicinal materials for 30 years and has never been out of the yard. He is not like other people who often go to the emergency room to practice "walking like flying", and he is a little slow to react when he is old.When the emperor called for help, the others took a step back. He slowed down a little, and the emperor saw that he was "out of line" and pointed him to come forward for treatment.

Old Cui couldn't retreat, so he had to gather his energy and check his pulse. Although the Ninth Prince was breathing weakly and felt his pulse, there was still no sign of life.

But to be honest, the emperor didn't like to hear it, so how could he answer?

Old Cui pried open the mouth of the Ninth Prince, pressed a piece of old ginseng under his tongue, then bowed to the emperor to salute, while beating his stomach and preparing to reply...