Seventh Pagoda

The Eight Great Demon Generals have been very troubled recently. They have always been ruthless and make enemies on all sides.

The natal pill of the Seizing Immortal Clan?Trivial.To seize the soul of a mortal and make medicine?necessary.Seizing the grievances of the ghost clan to raise puppets?nothing wrong.It's all right to take the beauties of the Yaozu tribe as pets.

But now, their master actually started to do good deeds?What's happening here!I can't accept it! Hey!

Chen Xiang blasted the second uncle's head to take over the position of the Demon Lord, the Eight Great Demon Generals are convinced, and there is no need to doubt the force value of being able to blow up the refining flame that crushed the Eight Great Demon Generals.

What's more, Chen Xiang himself has half of the blood of the demon clan. He is the son of the former demon lord Zhongmo Zhengzheng, and the nephew of the former demon lord Lianyan Zhengzheng. No one dares to say no.

But in the past few thousand years, the Eight Great Demon Generals have followed Chen Xiang, either to the human world to help the old lady cross the road, or to the underworld to help the undead to overcome the grievances of the undead, or to the demon clan to help them refine flowers and grass to transform into shapes, and sometimes even go to 36 Zhongtian helped to wash clothes, sweep the floor, cook and build a house...

In the past, when they went out and walked on the street, men, women and children ran and shouted: "The devil is coming! Killing people! Robbing! Help!"

Now they go out and walk on the street, men, women and children are running and shouting: "The devil is coming! Repair the windows! Repair the floor! Repair the road!"Why did the entire demon clan even change their painting style when they came to Chen Xiang? Hey!

But no matter how you protest, there is a beating here, if you don't accept it, you will be beaten.

No matter how much he doesn't want to see him, Chen Xiang always goes back to the Wanfa Lotus Pond once a year, looking at the small grid specially set up in the small corner of the lotus pond, in which a small golden lotus seed is raised.

A year has passed, and the lotus seed is still a small one. Agarwood continues to roam the five realms, taking pleasure in helping people, ghosts, demons, immortals, and demons. 100 years have passed, and the lotus seed is still a small one. Chen Xiang redoubles his efforts to do good deeds.

1000 years have passed, the lotus seed is still a small one, and Chen Xiang will continue to sacrifice herself for others.In this way, it has been almost 3000 years, and the little lotus seed still has no signs of sprouting and taking root, just like it was 3000 years ago.

Chen Xiang was squatting in this small courtyard, his thoughts were aroused by the old man, and the misery that had been wronged for 3000 years suddenly burst out.

He covered his face and sobbed and cried for a long time, crying softened the hearts of all the people in the yard.Although he was almost killed by him a second ago, seeing him crying sadly now makes people feel sad along with him.

After crying enough, Chen Xiang stood up, wiped away her tears, and walked past Yang Yulin and Jing Fulin without even glancing at her, her tone was stiff and childish: "You two, go out, I don't like You, especially your scent."

Immediately, he strode up to Dong Yingxia and Zhou Zimo, picked up one in each hand and went into the room, cursing and cursing as he walked.

"Are you trying to die? How much effort did you make to rescue me, and you are making trouble. Why don't you wipe your neck again, and just die together, and it will be over once and for all."

That day, Chen Xiang was doing good deeds everywhere without blinking eyes, and just happened to be tired, so the cat rested on the big tree in Prince An's Mansion. When he woke up, he saw the bustle and bustle below. People were saved.

It's just that the acacia toxin is mixed in the blood of the whole body. Even if Tan Wan can't save it, he just relied on his own magic power to give Zhou Zimo a life-saving elixir, then drained the blood from the person's body, filtered it, and gave it to Zhou Zimo again. People pour it back...

It is an extremely bloody and terrifying method.

Therefore, in the past three years, Zhou Zimo couldn't be emotional. Whenever he got angry, agitated, anxious, or annoyed, well, it's over, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and all his previous efforts were wasted.

Seeing Dong Yingxia vomit blood this time, Zhou Zimo's emotions fluctuated too much, and he was overwhelmed for a while, so it was not a serious problem.After a few more years of care, the body will be fully healthy, and the memory will be given back to others, and Chen Xiang's good deed will be considered.

Walking to the door of the house, I remembered something again, pointed at Feng Yuwei and Jia Liang and said, "You two, come here, and let's settle things by the way today."

This is another of the innumerable good deeds he has done during his travels in the Five Realms, and it is a very long story...

300 years ago, there was a painting building named "Liaochen" in Beijing. In the painting building, there was an inkstone named "Changsheng" and a pen name "Genli". Anyone who entered this painting building became attached to the owner, and the Changsheng inkstone produced five-color ink by itself. , Master Zhanyi uses this ink to paint, and a painting can satisfy a wish.

The price is to forget about the karma in the painting building, and no longer remember that there is this painting building in the world, and no longer remember that there is someone named Zhanyi.

It stands to reason that the ink of these five colors is self-generated by karma, and it is natural to get the ink because of the deep karma. Since the karma is so deep, how can you be willing to give it up?In the final analysis, fame and fortune, bustling, people have their own aspirations, can not be forced.

As for Zhanyi, the original poster, every time a painting is completed, there will be a phantom butterfly on his blue shirt, a butterfly records a dream, it is said to be a dream but it is so real, it is as real as if you are living it all over again, It's just that every time and every time, there is no longer any staining.

There is an old man in every dream, no one can see him or hear him, he is like a transparent person, forgotten by everyone, the one who got the painting goes to the gold list to write his name, and his descendants are full of children, but he is trapped in this period forever and ever. A period of karma cannot be freed.

Which is worse, 300 years without sleep, or 300 years of real nightmares?When Zhanyi was covered with phantom butterflies layer upon layer, he would never sleep again, and he would not let anyone step into the painting building again.

Can not get married.

He lay on the floor of the painting building day after day, watching the sun rise and set, and the butterflies flying around in the yard, but he refused to close his eyes again.Sometimes the memories invade and I can't resist it, so I will cover my face and sigh quietly.

"You said you like me the most...you don't forget what you said...why..."

At this time, his whole body is like a fragile blue butterfly, whose thin wings are illuminated by the sun, as if it will be blown away by the wind at any time.

But he didn't know that his words had already been listened to honestly.

That longevity inkstone was originally a fairy clan thing, but his master lost it when he was playing in the mortal world, so it became a treasure in the mortal world.During the hundreds of years he was silent, he looked at Zhanyi for a long time.

This man loves to laugh, he is very silly, no matter who enters the painting building, he always smiles at them.

He watched his friends getting more and more, and everyone said they liked him, but in the end, once there was something he wanted, he would still show various expressions and say, "Help me draw a picture."

He saw that the smile on this man's face became less and less, and the butterflies on his clothes became more and more. Seeing him refusing to sleep for 300 years, becoming more and more haggard and weak, Chang Shengyan's cold heart suddenly changed. Got to be soft.

He appeared in human form, with a pair of black pupils, a black dress, and long black hair hanging down his side like splashed ink. He had the appearance of an outstanding immortal.

He picked up the Genli pen, sighed in his heart and made a wish: "All the things he doesn't want to remember, let me help him remember."

When the painting was finished, Changsheng Yan couldn't help laughing seeing the haggard man finally fell asleep, with a long-lost warm smile on his mouth.

Before a smile can reach the bottom of the eyes, countless scenes suddenly exploded in the mind, the number one scholar parading through the streets, wedding candles, titles on the gold list, children and grandchildren around their knees... It was Zhanyi's dream day after day...

Changsheng Yan stroked his forehead, feeling like he had a splitting headache, and before he could recover, the inkstone on the case suddenly shattered.

After staying in the mortal world for too long, every time he paints a picture, he consumes a bit of vitality. He doesn't know that he has run out of oil and lamps to such a state.

He watched his figure gradually become transparent, knowing that he would dissipate soon, looked back at his peaceful sleeping face covered in clothes, and finally felt relieved in his heart, isn't it a disadvantage after all...

Just as his figure became thinner and thinner, he heard a crisp "tick" sound dripping onto the broken inkstone, and the next moment, the crack healed itself as if it had a spirit, and it was as good as ever.

Without waiting for him to think about it, it seemed like a drop of water fell into the calm lake in his mind, with a "tick", cascading ripples spread out, and his mind rippled with the water waves, and he fell unconscious.

It is a drop of dew on the willow tree outside the painting building. It is quite spiritual. The Zhuoquan fairy in Tianchi once passed by here. Seeing that the dew has opened its spiritual consciousness, she loves it in her heart. But he stubbornly guarded the painting building and refused to leave.

Just because it has an old friend in its heart.

At that time, it was just a tiny drop of water. The morning sun was so hot that day that it almost dried itself out. It struggled to move its body, trying to move from the sunny leaf to the shady leaf below.

While crawling, I habitually muttered: "It's hot, it's hot, I'm dying, I'm dying..." The wide leaves are too big for my young self.

Just when he was about to evaporate into mist and disappear into nothingness, a young man blocked the sun for him.

He is the young master of the tea house. He went up to the mountain to pick tea early in the morning. Seeing the dewdrops were crystal clear and lovely, he couldn't help but stand aside and look carefully. up, to breathe.

From then on, Luzhu practiced diligently, just in order to take shape as soon as possible, and to repay the grace of the young master's life.

The young master reincarnated from life to life until this life. Xu Shi was dedicated to doing good, and he had the opportunity to enter the 36th heaven and become a weeping willow planted by Xianjun Wenlan in the Palace of Heart. A strong and towering tree.

Suddenly one day, Willow heard a faint voice screaming.

It looked carefully and found that it was the last drop of dew on a certain branch. Every day, countless dewdrops fell from the tree, and none of them screamed as terribly as he did.

"Ah!!! Help! I'm going to die! I'm going to fall! Don't! Don't!!"

Not only bleak, but long-lasting, and... hilarious.The willow tree thought it was very funny, so it rolled up the willow leaves to protect the dewdrop. This little dewdrop, which risked its life to come to the sky because of thinking about the son's life-saving grace, owed the son's second life-saving grace.

Later, Immortal Wen Lan saw that the willow tree was really handsome, so he refined it into a crystal inkstone, never left his body, and followed him to travel the five worlds.

On this day, Xianjun Wenlan was accidentally knocked down at the 72 reincarnation gate, lost the inkstone in his hand, and lost to the mortal world.

When Yantai was broken and dying, it was this dewdrop who gave his life to save him.

The Zhuoquan Fairy had a heart and cared about this spiritual dew. Seeing it sacrifice herself to save others, her heart was moved, and she sent an inkstone and a drop of dew into the reincarnation, which became Jia Liang and Feng Yuwei later.

Jia Liang was reincarnated in Jinling Tea House, with no bad character or appearance, but when he was 15 years old, he suddenly disappeared, and the whole family mourned.

On the day of Fuling, Jia Liang's wandering spirit was wandering around in the distance, and he vaguely remembered that he still had something to do, but he still couldn't remember it.

Chen Xiang walked by, and naturally he would not miss something good to do, so he immediately asked, "Where is your grave?"

Then Chen Xiang, a young expert in digging graves, dug Jia Liang's grave as well.

The wandering soul is easy to scatter, Chen Xiang used the restraint to seal the person and soul in the coffin, and then went to save Feng Yuwei. Originally, Chen Xiang was going to come back three years later to settle the matter, but in the end he did a good deed Too many, I can't even remember...

Since it hit the door, it was a matter of course.

Chen Xiang took a bowl of Feng Yuwei's blood, swallowed it for Jia Liang, and raised his hand to draw a ghost on Jia Liang's forehead with Feng Yuwei's blood.

On Jia Liang's black robe, patterns of blue butterflies emerged one by one. When Jia Liang's clothes were covered with phantom butterflies one after another, Feng Yuwei finally saw Jia Liang.

Eyebrows like ink, pale complexion, long black hair like splashed ink, flashing faint blue light, blue butterfly shadow pervades the whole body, it is really coquettish and beautiful, Feng Yuwei is inexplicably startled just by looking at it, startled and familiar.

When the fluorescent light on the black robe faded, Jia Liang's pale face became more and more gloomy. Too many memories poured into his mind uncontrollably, and he couldn't bear it.

Seeing him frowning, Feng Yuwei subconsciously leaned over and raised his hand to caress the corner of his eyes, with a strong sense of comfort. Jia Liang didn't know whether it was conscious or unconscious, and rubbed his head against Feng Yuwei's hand, full of intimacy and attachment.

Chen Xiang told Feng Yuwei: "Go to the Ghost Bone Gate and borrow the Butterfly King."

Gu Qiandie, the master of the Ghost Bone Gate, has raised a butterfly king who can devour all evil spirits in the world, such as fantasy butterflies, dreams, etc. Butterfly king said that it is not too easy to swallow one at a time...

Received the phantom butterfly on Jia Liang's clothes, and since then she has escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, and resolved this endless entanglement.

Feng Yuwei was brought back to his senses by Chen Xiang's voice, and hastily withdrew the hand resting on Jia Liang's eyes: "Why me?"

Chen Xiang seemed puzzled: "He even drank your blood, shouldn't you catch a butterfly for him?"

Feng Yuwei: "..."

There are too many slots and I don’t know where to start!What happened to drinking blood?Is drinking blood serious?Does drinking blood mean life?No, no, the problem now is, that is Ghost Bone Gate!Are the butterflies at Ghost Bone Gate so easy to catch? !

Chen Xiang didn't care about so many, he waved his hands and gave the order.

"After Zhou Zimo wakes up, don't see Dong Yingxia again. After three months, Dong Yingxia can take him away. Feng Yuwei went to find the Butterfly King and swallowed the Fansi butterfly. You all go back to your respective homes. What should you do? I'm done and I'm leaving. .”

As soon as the words fell, and even the person and the qin disappeared, Yang Yulin heard a vague voice from afar and entered her ears from nowhere: "Little brother, let me bump into you next time, I will kill you..."