snake curse

Too stupid and easy to bully, although he had the intention of harming him, he didn't really want to kill Chu Ningsheng, he only acted on impulse, and he didn't have a sense of propriety, that's just the occasional whim, like the saying in the world that people come crazy .

But if the matter involved He Sang, Muyu couldn't calm down at all.

Su Xiaoci comforted Chu Ningsheng, and the two followed the wooden fish in front.

The strange thing is that the aisle should be getting wider and wider when walking back, but for some reason, the aisle is still gradually shrinking, getting narrower and narrower, and there is an unpleasant smell of moisture floating around. After walking for a long time, Chu Ningsheng felt short of breath and chest tightness , It's like a big stone is pressed against my chest and I can't breathe.

Breathing with some difficulty, he asked, "This road seems to be different from the one before?"

Su Xiaoci is a ghost, and Muyu is a mountain god, so naturally he is not as sensitive to the changes around him as Chu Ningsheng, who is a mortal.

Muyu stood still, and suddenly sneered. There was indeed something else in the aisle, but that thing didn't take him as a priest too seriously. Even if he was just a small mountain god, the road under his nose The ghost hit the wall, which made him furious.

Suddenly, a child's laughter sounded in the quiet corridor.

Chu Ningsheng shuddered, and stepped back protecting Su Xiaoci, but just as he took a step back, his ankles seemed to be pinched by a few steel needles, and a chill ran straight to his forehead. After a pull, it fell inexplicably——

The road behind turned into an abyss without knowing when.

Both the scholar and Su Xiaoci were frightened by this, and dropped the torch in fright. The light of the fire fell all the way until the light could not be seen, and there was no sound at all.

Su Xiaoci didn't expect to find out this kind of accident suddenly, she grabbed the scholar with her backhand, and wanted to fly up with the scholar, but it was as if the scholar's feet were being pulled towards the abyss continuously, she couldn't lift them up at all. Chu Ningsheng.He had no choice but to use the other hand to throw a white gauze upwards. Seeing this, the wooden fish on the top quickly grabbed the white gauze tightly, trying to pull the two of them up, but at this moment, the ground under the wooden fish's feet disappeared out of thin air. Losing the place to stay, like Su Xiaoci, he wanted to fly upwards, but was pulled down by the strange force of the falling white gauze in his hand.

"……whee……"

Soon, with the last torch disappearing into the abyss, in the darkness, only the innocent laughter of children remained.

No.40 five times

Who, whose voice.

So resentful, so desperate...

Hot, crazy hot, like a fire, the sensation on the skin changed from the initial tingling pain to a dull pain, burning hot, as if a layer of skin was about to be peeled off alive, every bone was burned and crackled , it will shatter into dust when touched.

The pain of flesh and blood has always been piercing and lingering.

Opening his eyes, the White Toad Palace saw the endless gray sky, with large swaths of dark clouds floating there, and under the vast sky, there were countless screaming black crows circling.He lowered his head and saw that there was an endless sea of ​​flames under his feet, and countless withered hands struggled and climbed up, as if they wanted to pull him down, or just wanted to escape from the sky and the sea of ​​suffering.

The surface of the sea burning with raging fire extends to the horizon and meets with it to form a dazzling red line. The tongue of fire climbs up the stone wall under the feet, and the scorching temperature continues to spread from below. It is so far apart, it seems that it is about to be burned. into ashes.

He was sitting on the feet of a huge sleeping Buddha. The Buddha statue was as tall as several mountains. When Bai Changong saw the pillar-like fingers of the Buddha statue, he felt that he was as small as a grain of dust.

The Sleeping Buddha looked down, looking at the withered hands struggling in the sea of ​​fire with pity, compassion but indifference.

"Jiang...I..."

"Snake meat... you... die..."

"Give me back... the scales..."

"I don't want to die..."

"Let... I..."

"...he's a good guy..."

"...White Toad Palace!"

Those cries of pain were intermittent, some of them couldn't hear what they were saying at all, and occasionally they seemed to call someone's name with resentment, but except for "White Toad Palace", they couldn't hear anything else.

He could only stare blankly at the sea of ​​flames. After watching for a long time, he felt that the faces of those people who had been burnt to ashes and only had blurred outlines were strange but familiar. They seemed to have been seen a long time ago, not long ago. He seemed to have heard what they said before, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember where he heard it.

He supported his forehead, frowned and tried hard to think, but even when he thought about the pain in his head, it was blank.

Those should be unforgettable, but he doesn't want to remember them.

The Sanskrit singing sounded, accompanied by the strange suona sound, exactly the same as the one heard in the aisle before.

Bai Changong raised his head, and sure enough, he saw the three faceless monks, jumping from the shoulders of the Sleeping Buddha, dancing strange dances while chanting scriptures and mantras, their figures flashed and jumped towards him.Every time you turn over and dance a gesture, it will suddenly disappear, and when it reappears, it will go a long way forward, so repeated, it is almost within the blink of an eye.

The crows on the top of the head suddenly seemed to have lost their strength, and they all fell down one by one, and some fell to the foot of the White Toad Palace. Their little heads were bloody and bloody, splashing dense blood on the Sleeping Buddha Stone Mountain .

The scene in front of him changed suddenly, the sea and the sky disappeared, and the surroundings turned into a huge empty cave. He lowered his head and saw himself sitting cross-legged on three iron cables hanging in mid-air. On the cave walls on both sides, the iron chains outside on the other side were crumbling and ready to break. Only the middle one, even though it was stained with blood, was still connected to the caves that were far apart on the left and right.

Bai Changong touched the iron chain under his body, and suddenly the strongest iron chain gave off a faint bloody light, and a row of Sanskrit characters appeared, like ink stains that appeared when it met water.

Bai Changong was a little surprised, silently staring at the bloody Sanskrit, his expression changed slightly, he looked at the iron chain next to him, raised his hand to cover it, and sure enough, he also saw a row of Sanskrit on the iron chain , but only for a while, and soon all disappeared.

When he was still with the master, he was taught by the master, read some Buddhist scriptures, and knew some Sanskrit. He was familiar with the two he just saw. do not know.

Because translated, the first is "Sakyamuni", and the second is "Maitreya".

He looked at the iron chain hanging on the edge of the stone wall and broke into two pieces, his eyes were deep, as if there was a ladle of cold pool water quietly stored in it.

Then, the Sanskrit characters of "burning lamp" should be written on the broken iron chain.

As he thought about it, he instantly felt extremely ironic.

It turned out that he was sitting on top of his destiny.

Below is a meandering river of fire, in which the red magma is tumbling, and occasionally a vortex is slowly rolled out. Countless people crying in pain are tumbling in the magma, trying to climb the stalagmites standing everywhere in the river of fire, towards him. climb up.

Sanskrit chanting continued, mixed with suona sounds one after another, Bai Changong looked up, and sure enough, he saw the three faceless monks dancing strangely not far away, occasionally jumping and stepping on the stalagmites in the river of fire, kicking The person who had just climbed up the stalagmite was trampled to pieces by a person who was burned beyond recognition. The person screamed and rolled down, and soon melted into the magma flowing downwards. He couldn't find anything for a while.

Bai Changong suddenly trembled, he seemed to remember something, and a chill rose all over his body.

He had really seen the painfully distorted faces in the river of fire, and the eyes of those people, perhaps he would never forget them in his life.

Because it was nothing else, it was all his karmic creditors...

The faceless monk was getting closer and closer, his muscles and bones were aching from the sound of the suona, as if his muscles and bones were disjointed, he raised his hand and saw his fingers, like a peeling stone wall broken into stone chips.

Above the head, suddenly there was a flying sky descending, her face was almost breathtakingly beautiful, the flying silk and gray robes that moved without wind bounced away the faceless monk who was approaching, she hugged the White Toad Palace, her unopened lips seemed to be in the White Toad Palace Whisper in the ear.

Hugging Fei Tian back tightly, Bai Chan Gong looked at that longing face with a dazed expression, his eyes filled with obsession, and he carefully asked in a low voice: "Are you still alive?"

But Fei Tian just looked at him tenderly, opened his red lips lightly as if saying something, but there was no sound, Bai Chan Gong looked at her in confusion, wanted to ask her, but suddenly heard someone calling him.

"White Toad Palace, wake up, wake up quickly."

Low and powerful, familiar but also unfamiliar, false and real, layer upon layer, as if floating from far away.

Ah...it seems to be the person who has been pestering him recently.

He Sang...

He felt a little tired, closed his eyes slowly, and wanted to fall asleep in Feitian's arms, but Feitian left him and flew back suddenly. The White Toad Palace was startled, and suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Feiling, with a look on his face. Weakly begging her not to go.

However, the beautiful Feitian was still backwards, and the flying silk was torn apart. He wanted to grab her, but he could only watch her get farther and farther away from him, until it touched the edge of the cave, embedded in the stone wall, and became a... There is a mural of dancing clouds.

"do not want!"

Bai Changong yelled, feeling the world spinning, as if waking up from a dream, he tightly grasped the flying silk in his hand, and opened his eyes again.

"White Toad Palace, are you still alive?"

The voice beside his ear became real and had a texture, although it sounded very weak as if it was separated by something, he remembered that in the scene that seemed like a dream but not a dream just now, he grabbed the flying silk of that person, and couldn't help tightening his hands, Turning around, he found that across the ice layer, it was the man who held his hand tightly at the last moment.

There was raging flames under the ice layer, and he had already been burned beyond recognition. He thought that the man had let him go at that moment, but he didn't expect that when he was trapped by the six opposite phases and his soul was in turmoil, it was this man's voice Piercing the nightmare and trying to wake him up, it was this person who pulled him back with his own hands.

The five sons of the Black Emperor...

There seemed to be something warm flowing through the bottom of his heart. Ignoring the pain of being under the ice and sea of ​​fire, Bai Changong moved his body, put his other hand on the ice, looked straight at the man on the other side of the ice, and opened his mouth. Silently said to him: "Help me."

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No.40 six times

Qian Xiao'er held the jade tablet, stroked the hollowed-out "Ya" character on the jade surface, held on to the slender tobacco rod, and gently exhaled a few wisps of blue smoke. In the haze of smoke, her quiet eyes fell on the jade tablet, which she hadn't seen for a long time. move away.

Ah Da greeted a guest who was planning to settle down. When he went downstairs, he saw his boss staring at the jade card in his hand, throwing off the white cloth and putting it on his shoulders. He went to the counter and looked at the jade card for a few times.

"Boss, this jade card is almost getting oily from you, and you can't see the gold even if you look at it again. Why do you look so enthusiastically at it?" Ada asked puzzledly. This jade card was blackmailed by his boss. After the fifth son got it, he has been pinched in his hand all the time, and he hasn't gotten tired of seeing him for a long time. Those who don't know think it's a token of love given to him by someone.

Seeing that Qian Xiaoer didn't say a word, Ah Da's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Qian Xiaoer timidly with a little horror in his eyes: "Boss, you don't know... you really like the five sons of the Black Emperor, right?" What does the jade card look like, it's really weird!

"Ouch!" Not long after the words fell, Ah Da's head was hit by the slender cigarette rod.

"Your tongue is itchy, how about I burn it for you?" Said flatly, Qian Xiaoer raised the cigarette stick in his hand without raising his head.

Ah Da hurriedly kept silent, and after a while, he leaned forward and asked again: "Boss, since you are not interested in that god, why do you keep looking at his jade token?"

Qian Xiao'er finally raised her head, took a slow look at Ah Da, took a puff of cigarette, and suddenly asked: "Yuan Cha is still outside?"

The Yuan Temple he was talking about was none other than the Zishan man who was thrown out by Ah Da when he told He Sang that Baichan Palace lived in the "Lan Shui Pavilion".

Ah Da didn't understand why this person was mentioned, a little strange, but still nodded and replied: "It's outside! Didn't he want to ask the boss to buy a coffin? After so long and thick skin, how could he leave so easily."

Qian Xiao'er was silent for a moment, then her eyes fell on the jade tablet, and she took a deep breath on the cigarette holder.

Seeing his appearance, Ah Da somehow had a bad feeling, he had been with Qian Xiaoer for so long, it was hard to see Qian Xiaoer showing such a deep and serious expression.

Qian Xiao'er suddenly threw the jade tablet at him: "Give this to Yuan Sha, and tell him to hand it over to Master Changsheng, the head of Xuanzong in Tianzhu, Shushan. If he comes back, I will sell him a coffin."

Ah Da took the jade card steadily, and when he heard Qian Xiaoer's words, he couldn't help shivering: "...Boss, you..."

"Speak less, do more." Qian Xiao'er interrupted him lightly, lazily straightened up his long body, a few strands of untied black hair fell down in front of his exposed broad chest, he held the cigarette rod and gently tapped it Knock out the burnt soot.

Ah Da hurriedly shut up, stopped asking any more questions, and clasped the jade tablet tightly with five fingers together: "I see." After answering, he walked out of the house.

It seems that Yuan Sha is going to be in bad luck again. Master Changsheng hates people other than ordinary people so much. Even if he has never been out of "Yi Zhuang", he often hears non-people who stay here talk about this person.

After all, he has been forced to stay in the human world several times, unwilling to become a fairy god, and unwilling to degenerate into a demon. He has guarded Shushan Mountain for thousands of years. No matter how you look at it, this person is really a remarkable person.

Yuan Sha is an out-and-out cat demon with nine lives, let him get in touch with this terrifying demigod that even the gods fear.

Alas, I only hope that his nine-life cat demon has so many lives, at least one can be kept back.

On the other side, the three of Chu Ningsheng were pulled down into the bottomless abyss by a strange force, and when they landed on the ground, they almost fell to pieces.Strange to say, the ground is not hard, it feels like a mass of soft flesh, undulating slightly up and down, like the beating heart of a giant.

"What place is this?" Chu Ningsheng stood up slowly in the dark, he never let go of Su Xiaoci's hand, at this moment, in the darkness, the two were still cuddling tightly together.

"Ning Sheng, are you okay?"

Su Xiaoci asked if Chu Ningsheng was okay, and Muyu complained not far away: "I fell to death, damn it, if I knew it, I would have let go!"

"Wooden fish! Where are you?" Chu Ningsheng was very frightened. He was just a poor scholar with a dark horoscope and bad luck since he was born. to something like this.

He doesn't know the origins of these people around him, and he doesn't want to understand who they are one by one. One Su Xiaoci and Brother Guan Xing are enough, but now in such a situation, Chu Ningsheng doesn't know how to treat himself as an ordinary person. For ordinary people, whether it is right or wrong.

The only thing that is certain is that he wants to leave here and leave here safely with everyone.

Someone patted his shoulder suddenly, and Chu Ningsheng was so frightened that he screamed loudly, and when he heard Muyu's swearing, he lost his strength and stopped his voice instantly.

Unlike Su Xiaoci and Muyu, who are not mortals, he can still see things in such a dark environment. Therefore, even knowing that Su Xiaoci and Muyu are by his side, he is still worried and dare not speak out.

Su Xiaoci's fingertips ignited a faint will-o'-the-wisp, and Chu Ningsheng saw the surrounding scene clearly.

This is a very strange place. There is no sunlight, but dense vines grow all around. At a glance, you can hardly see the appearance of the stone wall. You can only see the vines winding together like tendons, completely covering the stone wall. .The ground under their feet is still soft when they step on it, and it will sink when they walk. Even through the shoes and socks, they can clearly feel the deep vibrations from the depths of the ground, just as they thought just now. They were in the body of a colossal monster, and they were standing on the heart of the giant.

"What is that?" Relying on the faint light from Su Xiaoci's fingertips, Chu Ningsheng saw a white mass squatting in front of him in the darkness. He squinted his eyes to get a better look. People, "Looks like...someone is sitting there?"

Mu Yu followed his gaze and saw a man in white sitting motionless on a futon.

"Who is here?!" He asked sharply at the figure, but seeing that the figure didn't move, he took a step forward and asked again, "What kind of monster dragged us here, come out!"

Still no one answered, Chu Ningsheng tugged on his sleeve, and said to him cautiously: "That can't be a dead person, right?"

Muyu took a look at him, his fingertips ignited a faint fire, and went straight up to check it out. When he got closer, he saw clearly that the person sitting on the futon was a monk in white——

In the monk's arms, there was a small skeleton of a baby.

When Su Xiaoci and Chu Ningsheng, who were following behind, saw the monk and the baby's bones, Chu Ningsheng was surprised that the monk in white was exactly the same as the demon man on the strange tree who drove them to this field. He carefully looked at the eyebrows and expressions, but felt that something was wrong. It took a moment to realize that this was the master chisel that I met in Dadota that night.

As for Su Xiaoci, when he saw the baby's corpse, he felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

Mu Yu didn't quite believe Chu Ningsheng's words. Before, he also called the demon man on the tree "Master", but now he said that the monk in front of him was the one he saw at the beginning. How can there be such a coincidence in this world, they look exactly the same, They are all monks, but one is demonic in black, and the other is compassionate in white. They are like the two sides of one person, good and evil, but they have been stripped into two independent personalities.

Chu Ningsheng couldn't explain it, but felt that it was not his subconscious mind that caused the trouble. He only felt that the person in front of him was the mysterious monk before, and he couldn't think of any way to prove it. He was a little anxious in his heart. When he scratched his hair, something suddenly fell out of his sleeve and rolled straight At the monk's feet.

The wooden fish that was counting Luo Chu Ningsheng fell silent, followed the thing to the monk's feet, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be a small copper coin.

With a sudden movement in his heart, he grabbed Chu Ningsheng by the collar and yelled angrily, "That can't be the copper coin you picked up in the pagoda, right? You didn't throw it away?" He thought that no matter how dull the scholar was, he wouldn't be so stupid as to think that night for no reason The monk he met was a living person, and after thinking about the things he picked up in the pagoda, he dared to keep them, but when he saw Chu Ningsheng nodding with a puzzled face, Mu Yu felt that the scholar was no longer as simple as being stupid.

"Don't you know that this ancient temple is haunted?" Pointing fiercely at Su Xiaoci next to him, Muyu said with a pale face, "Look at the things around you, she is not human! Do you dare to keep the things you picked up here? You Are you courting death on purpose?"

Although I don't know what is the connection between them, but Muyu intuited that these things happened to the scholar, it was not accidental.

Along the way, because they were lonely ghosts, Su Xiaoci and Brother Guan Xing were often ridiculed by this little mountain god, and they should be used to it, but at this moment when he heard him tell Chu Ningsheng so bluntly that he was not human, she felt a pang in her heart. Painful, inexplicably hurt.

"Little official, Ning Sheng didn't do it on purpose. He's just pure-hearted, not as much as we think, please let him go..." Although he felt uncomfortable in his heart, Su Xiaoci quickly reacted and grabbed Mu Yu's hand, afraid of him In a fit of anger, Chu Ningsheng was really hurt.

"Fart!" Muyu threw her away and pushed the scholar to the ground, "He just lives so comfortably, he just knows how to pretend to be crazy, to be unlucky for himself, and to beat the people around him! Do you think he is so stupid that he doesn't know the world? He is I don’t want to know!!” Panting fiercely, Mu Yu watched the weak scholar coughing softly on the ground, without resisting or refuting what he said.

If Su Xiaoci hadn't stopped him just now, he would have strangled this useless scholar to death.However, even if he is strangled to death now, it won't help. The master is gone, and he doesn't know where he is right now. Everyone seems to be trapped in a complicated puzzle that they can't solve or get out of. So what's the use of strangling the scholar to death?

"I don't care anymore!" Seeing that the two people on the opposite side were silent, he roared, threw his sleeves and simply sat aside, turning his head and ignoring the two of them.

However, as if to prove that Muyu's instinct was correct, the copper coin that fell from Chu Ningsheng's sleeve suddenly spewed blood from the eyes of the coin, and Chu Ningsheng and Su Xiaoci who were closest were startled. Quickly helped the scholar back up, and Muyu at the side just looked at this scene and smiled coldly.

After a while, the spurted blood became bigger and bigger, just for a moment, it was like a green dragon spitting water several feet high, and it fell to the ground, and soon a huge pool of blood was formed, the blood was dark red and sticky. The momentum gradually faded away, and there was only a small stream of blood gushing out, and the copper coin had already been submerged in the blood, trying to find it now was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Then, they saw many dots of red light rising from the blood pool, like sparks that have been burned out and still have an aftertaste, or like tiny mayflies floating on the surface of the blood pool, shining faintly like fireflies, beautiful But shocking.

Those glowing red mayflies spread out, and some portraits suddenly appeared on the surface of the pool. The red mayflies were like dyes, carving out some outlines on the surface of the pool, and the blood water was bumped up and down, making the outlines clearer, as if chiseled on the surface of the pool. Although the murals on the surface of the blood pool are not completely realistic, the characters and things depicted are very characteristic, real and full of texture.

When they first saw these changes, Chu Ningsheng and Su Xiaoci were still a little puzzled. After watching for a while, they found that these almost living and narrative portraits were telling some stories. As the story unfolded and deepened, they were shocked. Suddenly, I discovered that the main character in the story was the abbot of the Garan Temple who disappeared many years ago——Qunaraosh.

The other heroine is Gu Linniang, who has died tragically for many years and still does not know where her bones are buried.

At first Muyu didn't really want to look at the portraits on the blood pool, but when he glanced sideways, he saw a portrait of a person who was somewhat familiar, so he couldn't help getting up and running to the edge of the blood pool, and he and Chu Ningsheng stared at the surface of the pool with breathless concentration. .

As the story progresses, Muyu is more surprised to find that the familiar portrait is the person beside him, and he instantly feels a chill all over his body.

That person induced Qiuna Rosh to commit a sex crime, causing a generation of famous prostitute Gu Linniang to be murdered, and even cut Gu Linniang's body to prevent her from being reincarnated in order to anger Qiuna Rosh.

He also saw that the man broke Qiu Naluoshi's Buddha bones, set his golden body deep under the Dado Pagoda, planted a peach tree on his golden body, and then put a pile of rotten meat Something covered the seeds of the peach tree.

Day after day, the peach tree grew into a towering tree, and the pile of rotten meat slowly grew into a man.

The three of them broke out in cold sweat, the stories shown in the portraits, the cruel tactics and the deep scheming made people tremble uncontrollably, even Su Xiaoci and Mu Yu, who had always been too lazy to care about things other than He Sang, turned pale, Eyes full of disbelief.

The story seems to involve everyone from Hesang before he came to Jialan Temple, and the facial features of Naqunarosh are almost exactly the same as the monk in white sitting cross-legged on the futon on the other side of the blood pool!

There is only one voice in Muyu's mind at the moment——

Hurry up and find He Sang, Bai Changong is very dangerous!

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No.40 seven times

"What happened to your eyes?"

This is the third time that White Toad Palace has asked He Sang. He asked He Sang for help just now under the ice. The blood dripped from his eye onto the ice layer, and then something seemed to crawl out of his left eye, one by one, dripping down with the blood, covering the ice layer, only to hear There was a soft cracking sound, and the entire ice layer seemed to be pierced by something, and it was instantly cracked and shattered.

He Sang vigorously lifted the hand that had not been let go, and Bai Changong was pulled out from the sea of ​​flames under the ice. Then, he reached out and grabbed him, jumped up, and the thing that had just pierced the ice layer was quickly covered. Under their feet, the sea of ​​fire and hot sand covered the sea below. When the two fell down, it seemed as if they were stepping on the huge roots of some towering tree.

Bai Changong raised his head, only to see clearly that the qiu root under his feet actually grew from He Sang's left eye, from the small eye socket, it was shocking.

"Am I ugly like this?" Sensing Bai Changong's gaze, He Sang looked down at him.

Bai Changong paused for a moment. He was severely burned by the hot sand and sea of ​​fire under the ice. The clothes on his body were almost ragged, and none of the exposed skin was good. Except for the obvious burns, large and small blisters hung on his body. Above, it is ugly and disgusting.

"It's really ugly, but it's much better than mine." He said to He Sang.

He Sang smiled, let go of his hand, and Bai Changong immediately lost his support and knelt on the ground: "It's true, now your face is really ruined, it's a pity, it's a pity." On the White Toad Palace.

He was extremely heartbroken that the appearance he loved so much was destroyed into this appearance, but now he is not in the mood, and the heartache is only for a moment.

Somewhat surprised by He Sang's actions, Bai Changong touched the clothes draped over his shoulders and lost his mind for a moment, but soon came back to his senses. Huge Qiu Gen said in a low voice: "It really sounds like what the Fifth Young Master Ya would say, so the beautiful appearance is gone, and the Fifth Young Master is disappointed."

He Sang just laughed and didn't speak.

After a while, Bai Changong looked up at his left eye with these weird roots, and urged: "You haven't answered me yet, what's wrong with your eye."

He Sang didn't answer, as if on purpose, he just said: "What about your life and death line? If you use the life and death line at that time, you will never be frozen under the hot sand."

At that time, obviously as long as he was wrapped with a thread, he would not be buried in quicksand so quickly, but he didn't expect him to be frozen under the ice without any resistance.

This is not like the White Toad Palace he knows, the White Toad Palace that can do whatever it takes to achieve its own goals——

Isn't Brother Wanxing the best example?

White Toad Palace didn't respond much to He Sang's question, his eyes were still steady, and he answered him in a very flat tone: "The line of life and death was exhausted when I went back to find you."

For this answer, He Sang was somewhat moved for a while.

He didn't quite believe that the White Snake would use up all his magic weapons to save others, but looking at the indifferent face of the White Toad Palace, his eyes looking straight ahead did not change at all, and he felt that this was something that the White Toad Palace could do.

Just like Bai Changong himself said, at that time he suddenly lost his mind and wanted to cover him to leave, but Bai Changong returned halfway because he didn't want to owe him favors.

How could this person accept favors from others without any reason?

Although at that time, he was just restless because of the abnormal movement of his eyes, and he didn't want to move for a while.Thinking about it now, he didn't really want to save the White Toad Palace.

He looked at him, looked away again, and didn't make a sound.

Bai Changong didn't know what He Sang was thinking, and he didn't know if this series of events had made him very tired. When He Sang asked about these things, he had the urge to tell them all.

"Do you think the line of life and death is really just Qian Xiao'er's magic weapon?" He asked back in a low voice, and then he seemed to be mocking something, and hummed softly, "It was actually created by Qian Xiaoer using my blessings from life to life Even though he is a person outside of Taoism, how can he have so many things that change his life against the sky, it is just a local material."

Therefore, Qian Xiaoer will not easily sell rare treasures to others, just because how many people are willing to exchange their own things for other things.

Greed is not bartering, but getting everything in the bag.

He Sang was a little surprised: "Then..." He wanted to ask, but he only said one word, and paused his voice with some hesitation.

Bai Changong knew what he wanted to say, and said with a smile: "That's right, the line of life and death is exhausted, all my blessings, past lives, and virtues accumulated in previous lives have been completely used up." He took a breath, like a sigh As if, he continued in a soft voice, "Now I only have a whole body of sins to repay my grievances, and I have to repair my blessings from the beginning, but I'm afraid it will be rare." What will it look like?

"Then... that colorful umbrella?" He Sang asked.

Bai Changong smiled lightly, as light as a cloud of smoke in the sky, as if it never existed.

He said: "That is my past. I exchanged my past with Qian Xiaoer and asked him to weave an umbrella like this for me."

He Sang was puzzled, and wanted to lift the folding fan against his chin, and then he realized that the folding fan had fallen somewhere, and was a little disappointed. He put his hand on the ground and said, "I don't quite understand, you mean you use a Memories of the past, in exchange for the rare treasure that sheltered you?"

Bai Changong shook his head: "No, it's not a memory. If it's a memory, I still have it. I remember everything. The past I mentioned is the relationship between me and the past." He paused, looked at He Sang, "You remember me When I was a human being, I was a disciple of Daoist Changsheng Xuanzong Xuanzong in Shushan Mountain, right? If there is no relationship between me and him as a teacher and apprentice, even if he still remembers me, and now he finds me back, all kinds of causes and effects will still make us sever. Passed by. Perhaps, this is what is often said in the world."

He Sang seemed to be thinking: "So, the herring spirit doesn't remember, is it because the relationship between you has been broken?"

Bai Changong nodded: "You can put it this way." He looked at He Sang, and smiled without warmth, "What about you? Heidi five sons, Ya five sons, why do you have such things in your eyes, obviously locked Why is it possible to drive the divine power even though the divine bone has been removed?" He was very curious as to what kind of secrets were hidden in the five sons of the Black Emperor who were rumored to be romantic and almost do nothing, but possessed very powerful divine power.

He suddenly thought, could it be that his demotion this time was actually a conspiracy?

"Fifth Young Master, do you still have reservations about me at this time?" Bai Changong stared at him for a moment. He didn't like to spy on other people's secrets, but since Bai Changong told him what he wanted to know, then yes Wait, He Sang should tell his secret.

He Sang smiled: "Of course I won't break my word. If you want to know, I will tell you."

Bai Changong nodded with a smile, seemed satisfied with his answer, and made a gesture of letting go.

He Sang let out a breath, looked back, and looked aimlessly at the exit of the giant vat above his head. Those little ghosts who shoveled snow were so scared that they didn't know where to hide when they broke through the ice of the White Toad Palace. .

"This is 'Qiu'." He whispered slowly, "You should know that everyone in this world is not immortal. If you want to live forever, even immortals, Buddhas, demons and gods must enter meditation to accumulate energy The biggest difference between us and ordinary people is that we live longer and don’t go through reincarnation very much. One reduction and one increase become a small kalpa, twenty small kalpas are one middle kalpa, and four medium kalpas are a big kalpa. The kalpa is the day of samadhi, there are god tombs in the god world, buddha caves in the buddhist world, and fairy tombs in the fairy world, all of which are places for samadhi people to cross the kalpa."

"After Nvwa repaired the sky, she entered the Dingdu Tribulation and was never born again. The other three emperors and five emperors were unwilling to give up the power in their hands. Headed by the Qing Emperor Fuxi, they have not stepped into the tomb of the gods for seven small kalpas. They have been fighting for so long, and they are already weak. To the extreme, even my father Emperor Zhuanxu is the same. But this kind of god-man who refuses to enter meditation will suffer from a disease, let’s call it a disease.” He raised his hand and touched the “qiu” on his left eye, and the other There is a touch of loneliness in the eyes, "The divine power will not be exhausted, it will continue to flow, uncontrollable, and it will almost go berserk. Some parts of the body will grow this kind of tree root. Later, we called him 'Qiu'. As long as 'Qiu' will take root in one day, as long as you don't want to enter Dingdu,