Be nice, uncle loves you

There are a total of 12 beads in the Buddha bead bracelet, which represent the "twelve fates" that Buddhists call. At this time, the bracelet fell into the dark brown blood on the ground. I don't know how much dust there is, and there are depressions and ups and downs, which are the engravings on the beads. Because of the dust, the engraved patterns can't be seen clearly, only vaguely recognizable, and the engraved words are words.

The girl stared blankly at the Buddha bead bracelet, and the expression on her face changed rapidly. She was shocked at first, then gradually became sad, and finally, hatred flowed from the bottom of her eyes and flowed all over her face.

She raised her feet that were sunk in the blood, and walked step by step across the red river spreading on the ground, and came to the place where the string of Buddha beads was. The same blood as above.

"Refuge Ji, why is this?"

The picture falls on that man's face, those are a pair of very beautiful eyes? Unfortunately, there is no emotion in them, they are cold and indifferent, like eyebrows and eyes carved out with the sharpest knife, lifeless.

The man stared at her, his thin lips slightly parted: "Mo Ran, fate is destined."

The young girl was shaken by Mo Ran, she could still maintain some rationality, but at this moment, she seemed to be completely irritated by the man's words, with a look of pain on her face: "Fuji, what is fate, what is life?" Definitely, you lead people to slaughter my entire family and destroy my hometown, how can you have the face to say such a thing?"

As soon as the words were finished, she slapped Guiji too far.

The sound of the slap with spiritual power was heavy and heavy, and the pale golden light shone into the eyes, covering the blood drops falling from the corners of the man's eyes and face, until the blood seeped into the ground, and none of you felt distressed .

It is said that there are thousands of fates in this avenue of life. Everything has a definite number, but how can people's actions be blamed on fate?

"Witch people use Gu to hurt innocent people. I am Buddha merciful and act on behalf of the heavens. Today, I seek justice for the innocent people. All the immortals in the cultivation world have unanimously decided. It is best if you understand it. If you can't..." A slight fire ignited in his brows and eyes, lingering on Mo Ran's furious face, and finally burned himself into a handful of ashes, "Then I, have nothing to say?"

"The life of common people is life, and the life of mortals is life. Isn't the life of my family not life?"

Mo Ran opened his palm, and a golden flute appeared in his palm. It was different from the common flute that can be played on the market. One end of this jade flute was sharpened, like an arrow. There were golden fragments flowing on it, crackling. That was a ferocious murderous intent.

"How righteous is your Buddha? Can some of his compassion be shared with my people?"

Refuge remained silent, and slowly closed his eyelids.

Mo Ran raised his arm, the jade flute in his hand was like a dagger, and the tip of it pressed against Guiji's heart, and asked: "My people have lived in the witch domain for a long time, and a few of them have entered the world. Those who help the world, you only know that they deserve death for harming innocent people, but have you ever thought that there are people with profound merits and virtues, who should have a safe ending? Fu Ji, touch your heart, there are people from my family who can save you Your traces, how could you, how dare you, right? Your own savior did such a thing?"

Fu Ji opened his eyes, the color of his pupils was very light, half-closed his eyes and glanced over, as if covered with a layer of dark cold light, this layer of cold light covered the emotions hidden deep below, only revealing a little bit. There is no sorrow.

"Ten thousand steps back, what's wrong with the child, the debts you want to collect are not those? Why do you have to be right when you demand from the evildoers? If there is no evildoer to start, is it just bleeding the same blood, so you should die for it?"

"As expected of a friend with a deep friendship, what you say or what you say is the same."

A voice suddenly appeared next to him, and monks holding swords came over, and the swords in their hands were still dripping blood.

Mo Ran looked at the past coldly, the hand holding the jade flute was tightened, the fingertips were tense, and the knuckles were turning white: "Get out!"

"Get out? Don't you know what kind of situation you are facing? Now that the Wu domain has been broken, the Wu people deserve to die! How many crimes you committed in the mortal world, today? You should pay back one by one."

One of them? The monk swung his sword down, and the wet blood on the sword fell on Mo Ran's face, and the point of the sword made a deep gash on the face of the corpse on the ground: "Mo Ran, what did you say earlier? , I’ll return this sentence to you, nearly a hundred children in Chang’an City died at the hands of the ghost Yan Luo, how innocent are the children? How innocent are the children!”

Mo Ran gasped for breath, she knew this monk, they met by chance, and used to compete with each other often, this man studied under Sancha Jianfeng, his surname was Chang and his name was Yue, he was from Chang'an City.

The one cut by Chang Yue's sword was the corpse of a young man. The Wu people all had good looks, and the young man was handsome. At this time, there was a wound on his face. Look at the person in front of you.

Mo Ran trembled all over: "Chang Yue, the dead are the greatest."

Chang Yue said with hatred: "Wu people are not worthy."

"I'm also a member of the Wu clan, why don't you come and kill me?" The jade flute in her hand flashed golden light, she was extremely angry and ready to fight.

A monk in the crowd said: "You let us into the witch domain, the whole? The witch clan is finished. You are just a weak female stream, a small Nascent Soul monk, and you can't make any waves if you stay."

Fu Ji, who had been drooping his eyelids, suddenly raised his head and caught a glance at the speaker.

Deep guilt appeared on Mo Ran's face, because of the sentence "You let us into the witch domain".

The Wuyu is far away from the world, and the two places are connected by the magic circle. If the mortals want to enter the Wuyu, they must obtain the permission of the Wuzu people, but the Wuyu is the last refuge of the Wuzu. , even if there are people who are obsessed with sex among the clansmen, they dare not trade the witch domain for their own glory.

It was her, it was she who brought disaster to Wuyu and brought disaster to her clan for one person.

Chang Yue red-eyed: "Mo Ran, the Wu people deserve to die, and you deserve to die too."

Mo Ran shook his hand, the spiritual fire on the jade flute pierced the monk's robe of Fu Ji, under the snow-white monk's robe, there was a bit of the same white gauze, and slowly, the gauze was bleeding.

"Damn me, damn the Wu people, how innocent are you?"

The jade flute in Mo Ran's hand exploded into a golden flame, where the jade flute pointed, the golden light flowed and burned on the person, spreading from her feet to the outside, slowly turning into a small golden sea of ​​flames.

"No, kill her quickly!"

More than a dozen swords shining with silver light came out towards Mo Ran, she didn't move, she stood coldly on the spot, with a sneering sneer at the corner of her mouth: "The Wuyu bone-eating flower lacks nourishment, you stay here."

I don't know what happened to the spirit fire. It is different from ordinary fire. Once it is burned, it can't be stopped. It is like a hungry monster, eating away at the earth, burning all the corpses on the ground, and burning these? monks. ? Disgraced.

The edge of the sword was blocked, and Gui Ji who was standing in place suddenly disappeared, and the plain white robe flew up, and then, a pair of well-articulated hands were guarding Mo Ran's side, and the movements of those hands were fast, without panic Take a dozen swords together in a leisurely manner? Catch them.

Before Mo Ran could turn his head, the voice behind him was vaguely angry: "You guys are going to break your promise?"

The spiritual fire was so painful that some monks couldn't stand it any longer and roared angrily, "Guji, Master Xuanhuang said before that this witch is a member of the witch clan, so she can't stay!"

Master Xuanxuan...

Mo Ran closed his eyes? The master of Fuji, the current abbot of the Mercy Temple, his dharma name is "Xuanfang".

After waiting for a long time, the hand protecting her side did not move away because of these words. Mo Ran's hand holding the jade flute became tighter and tighter. She could feel the breath coming from behind her, the spiritual fire everywhere. There is no such scorching heat.

Fuji is a person who doesn't like to talk, and most of the time he prefers to show his attitude with actions.

The practice of the Wu people is very talented, they are born with the ability to control some things, this spiritual fire has not stopped, and the frantic monks gradually lost the strength to speak, or couldn't bear it , Lying on the ground and howling, or running in the direction of the exit circle?

Mo Ran jade flute swiped down, only to see the magic circle that was open suddenly closed, and the monks who rushed over were dumbfounded, and were burned on the ground by the spiritual fire.

The picture gradually stopped, and the golden flame burned the sky brightly, burning all the blood and bones into a pile of ashes.

Wandering souls return to their hometowns, and the rest of their lives are buried in vegetation.

This fire killed all the Wu people, and their ashes were buried in the entire Wuyu.

Neither Lu Yunshu nor Jiu Fangyuan said a word, and everything in front of them began to repeat itself, starting from the farewell to the girl with the bag on her back, to the end of the sky filled with fire, the smile on the girl's face and the final expression became the most beautiful. Ironic comparison.

This is what actually happened. According to the various information obtained before, it is easy to guess who the girl in this old incident is.

"So the Qinyin Yanmo will have such hatred for the monks, and they will kill them when they see them, and they will use the cruel method of gouging out their hearts, all because their own people died at their hands." Lu Yunshu's expression became complicated. , always thought that Qinyin Yanmo was a big villain, now that he knew about these things, he felt uncomfortable, "What is this? Is there something pitiful about a hateful person?"

Jiu Fangyuan pondered: "Putting out the heart may have other meanings, there is a gauze around the heart of Fuji."

Lu Yunshu nodded, and sighed aloud: "If the Qinyin Yanmo is really Mo Ran, who brought people into the witch domain and indirectly killed her own clansmen, then the existence of the living dead here and the living dead can be said? Come on, she's very poor."

Because of his own fault, he caused the catastrophe of genocide. Lu Yunshu thought about it for himself, and found it really hard to accept. Guilt would crush a person, and it didn't take a long life.

"People will gradually forget some things, and only keep the good things in their memories. The Wu Clan is a paradise, famous for a long time, but in a certain period, it was also synonymous with 'Purgatory'. The Wu Clan people are very talented, They can reach a realm that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. They caused chaos in the human world and killed many people, such as the incident of Chang'an City mentioned in the video, which is an example."

Ghost Yan Luo first appeared in Chang'an City. At that time, this kind of Gu technique was first used on people, and those who were bewitched were young children. Because young children have poor endurance and resistance, it is easier for the Gu technique to succeed.

Changan Wuyecry, what he was talking about was this matter. After the ravages of Ghost Yanluo, all the children in Chang'an City died violently within three days. .

This world is not black and white, there are many things that can't be said right or wrong, Lu Yunshu doesn't even know if his sympathy for Qinyin Yanmo just now is just.

There have been several great turmoil in the world of comprehension. At that time, in order to kill the ghost craftsman and destroy the people of the time, the major sects united to destroy everything related to it.

Now punish evil and crafty craftsmen to make a righteous judgment.

Jiu Fangyuan squinted his eyes? He was very curious why such a big thing happened in Wuyu, why didn't it get out.

The author has something to say: the game is over, and the word count will start tomorrow, every day!

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