The wind blew rustlingly, as if in response to Changli's words.
The Wenjing female ghost who was on the verge of losing control suddenly realized that these people had been dragging her to defend themselves in order to delay time, but they couldn't control it for a while, which made her almost lose control.
She was freed from that crazy emotion, and then squatted down again, sitting gently in front of the driver, her slender fingers caressing the driver's outline like fragile petals.
She murmured to herself: "Kill and kill, kill the beast-hearted people in the world, chop and chop, chop off all the human-faced ghosts in the world, peel and peel off the skins of all the beasts in the world, chew and chew, chew into pieces the human hearts of evil people."
His tone was gentle and his expression was gentle, holding the bloody head was like holding a bright pearl.
She hummed softly in her mouth, like humming a peaceful lullaby.
Finally, she turned her hand gently and twisted off the head.
At this moment, the ghost world constructed by her finally opened, and two monks wearing monk robes also jumped in.
The big head soared into the sky, and was held in the hands of Wen Jing female ghost like a rubber ball.
A deep helplessness flashed in the eyes of the three people who saw this scene.
Even though there were extenuating circumstances, she did such a thing She will definitely write down her merits and demerits.
If she takes revenge without the permission of the God Lord, she will definitely lose her luck in the next life.
The two monks who just broke in took in the ghost world at a glance.
When they saw the head rising into the sky, they subconsciously chanted: "Amitabha."
The reluctant and serious young people immediately greeted them: "Master Guangming, Master Guanghui."
There were two monks, one old and one young, Guangming being the old and Guanghui the young.
They looked at the miserable situation of the three serious young men and said "Amitabha" again.
At the same time, they have learned who the biggest threat is in this ghost realm.
Monk Guanghui also said with curiosity: "It's strange that a person who just passed away a few days ago has such a cultivation level.
Could it be that the golden age of Taoism is coming again?"
The young monk's eyes were clear and he asked Asking this question is like asking a monk why he is a vegetarian.
Changli didn't like monks, especially such monks who were born with Buddhist roots.
He said disdainfully: "What kind of prosperous Taoism, Bald Donkey, what are you dreaming about?
She can have such high strength.
Naturally, she has a special constitution and spirituality."
Extremely strong, and why should I tell you when I have such strong strength?"
He said to the old monk: "You are late."
Seemingly thinking of something, he shook his head and said, "However, it's useless if you come early, because I don't like that beast-hearted ghost either, so he is destined to die."
His tone dropped slightly, It seems to be making a judgment.
His enchanting red clothes fluttered in mid-air, making his face as cold as snow appear even colder: "You are here to persuade him to put down his butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."
At this point, his tone darkened: "I don't allow it, even if he is not dead, I won't allow it."
Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately.
It originally means that people can become a Buddha by letting go of the evil thoughts in their hearts.
The butcher's knife refers to all kinds of greed, anger and delusion in people's hearts.
But later on, the butcher's knife turned into a real blood-stained butcher's knife, and the person who became a Buddha immediately became a truly evil person.
Perhaps the Buddhist verse has been distorted along the way, so that the world has forgotten its original meaning, but if it were not for the actions of Buddhism, this Buddhist verse would not have been distorted so completely.
In the past, Buddhism has accepted so many truly evil people, and how many victims who have shed rivers of blood and tears have been isolated outside the Buddhist temples that are so rich that the country is so rich, and so many people who have laid down their butcher knives are bathed in the light of Buddha that shines on all living beings.
Therefore, the world’s misinterpretation of this Buddhist verse is not completely unfair.
Guang Ming and Guang Hui's eyes were focused on Chang Li.
They looked at the boy who seemed to have flaws everywhere, and a trace of worry flashed in their eyes.
They couldn't see through the strength of this ancient man.
Guangming and Guanghui came in a hurry after receiving the news that people from outside the world were smuggled into the country and mutilating babies to refine Gumantong.
Unexpectedly, the group was not found, but they received a distress message from the three serious young men, so they took a detour and rushed here.
They thought that even if that group of people really refined some evil things, they didn't expect it to be so evil.
The ferocious aura all over their bodies was restrained, but even if it leaked even a little bit, they would have the urge to flee.
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They suppressed their throbbing temples, and then proclaimed a Buddhist chant in a deep voice: "Almsgiver, when you turn around, you will find a safe place.
If you let go of all your sins, the monk may be able to help you enter reincarnation, and you can enter the reincarnation again in the next life."
Cultivation of the path, grandiose understanding of the way to immortality, without fear of the rebuke of heaven and earth.
If you persist in not realizing it, you may suffer a thousand calamities and perish between heaven and earth."
He said this to both Chang Li and Wen Jingnu.
What the ghost said.
But Changli raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Bald Donkey, stop cursing me, or I won't perish.
Just because of you, you still want to save me.
If I wanted to enter reincarnation, I would have gone there long ago, and the underworld would have been too busy to take care of itself." , can you still stop me?"
He stood casually in mid-air, but his expression was full of disdain: "What is the right way?
Who dares to say that my way is not the right way?
Just practice it for thousands of years."
His immature body is not at all what it means.
It was mighty and majestic, but the two monks did not dare to move at all.
Chang Li waved his hand, and a barrier appeared out of thin air, trapping them in place.
The quiet female ghost who had been running around tossing the scalp ball seemed to be tired of playing.
She threw the ball high again, then retracted her hands, watching it pierce the air, watching it fall to the ground, watching it fall.
It became a mess.
She stretched out her already illusory feet and stepped on the blood mud, breaking it into finer pieces and making it more viscous, just like prepared dumpling fillings.
One after another, her face was filled with a relaxed and comfortable smile, and she was humming a song: "Go to hell, go to hell, so happy, so happy."
If you didn't listen carefully to the lyrics she sang, you would really think that She was singing a country tune.
The more she stepped on it, the more excited she became, and the more she sang, the more joyful she became, and eventually she even started jumping up and down.
The foot, which was so pale that it was close to nothingness, moved to the left or right, and bits and pieces of blood and mud splashed out, splashing on the faces of the two monks, causing them to say "Amitabha" involuntarily.
Pieces of fireflies that came from nowhere flew in and surrounded the female ghost, making her look like a fairy.
The green light floated around, fell on the heads of these people, and woven into a big green hat on their heads.
The two monks' hats were still in the style of monk's hats.
There were no fireflies around Chang Li, and his fierce aura frightened the surrounding goods and even dead objects, so that no one dared to approach him.
He looked at the quiet woman whose figure was becoming more and more illusory, her eyes as cold as a mirror that could not reflect half of her figure.
He saw two shadowy figures sneaking out from outside the fireflies, and saw the two monks looking relieved.
A string of warm and delicate beads cracked, and one hundred and eight beads were scattered on the ground.
Chang Li made a casual move, and those beads fell in front of him.
He clicked, and one bead exploded, and then another, Another bead exploded.
He moved like this little by little, as if he was playing some interesting game.
The dust in the sky spread under his pale fingertips, and a quiet and deep Buddhist fragrance dispersed, giving this ghostland a sense of peace.
The old monk's eyes darkened when he saw this, but the young monk didn't care at all.
He even asked with interest: "Is it fun?"
Chang Li glanced at him and said, "No."
This string of beads can be called a Buddhist treasure.
It fell into the hands of Guang Hui, who was born with a Buddha heart, ten years ago and has been nurtured by him.
Now the beads have completely turned into dust.
Guang Hui is not heartbroken, but Guang Ming is heartbroken. .
And they relied on this string of beads to break through the barrier of Changli.
They had been dealing with ghosts and gods for a long time.
They mastered some methods of summoning ghosts, and naturally they summoned several ghosts.
Chang Li glanced, and two sneaky figures not far away appeared in his sight.
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He stamped his feet, and the two ghosts, one black and one white, rushed in front of him like radishes soaring into the sky.
He looked at these two people who were like white radish and bad radish, with a slight curiosity in his eyes.
But these two ghosts are the gods.
When did such a ferocious creature appear in the world again?
Their hearts kept sinking.
Could it be that the consequences of that incident had developed to this point?
At this moment, instead of thinking about surrendering Chang Li, these two ghosts were thinking about how to escape and find their superiors to solve the matter.
Feeling the hopeful look in the old monk's eyes, the ghost boy, who was like a bad carrot, still had to say: "Hey, don't be that ghost boy, quickly put down your obsession and follow us to the underworld for trial.
If you don't obey, you will be punished."
You will fall into the eighteen levels of hell and will never be reincarnated."
His harsh words made him sweat profusely, even though he had stopped sweating long ago.
Chang Li glanced at him, and he took a step back unsteadily.
At this time, the two brothers in distress were cursing in their hearts.
Who made such a fierce ghost boy?
Chang Li slapped him in the face, and his words were smashed in mid-air.
Even the two carrots were slapped on the ground.
The rest of the people were confused.
What happened?
The ghost rushed to the street so quickly.
Chang Li slapped his hand, just like slapping a mosquito, and the beautiful fireflies were directly driven away, and the quiet female ghost with a relaxed expression appeared in people's sight again.
She was still humming a low-pitched song: "Eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay," the lyrics were not shocking, but the voice she was humming casually at this time was as high-pitched as the wind.
The sound of the hole.
She sang higher and higher, singing higher and higher, as if she could break through this ghost realm.
When her voice reached its peak, a vortex appeared behind her.
The chaotic vortex was filled with the black and white energy of life and death. , extremely balanced and full of conflicts.
It was at this time that Chang Li, who had been doing nothing, finally took action.
He put his hand in the air, and the air became silent for a moment.
The chaotic vortex stagnated, and the next moment, a black and white intertwined thread was pulled out.
He held the silk thread in his hand and pulled it hard.
The corrosive power attached to the thread was completely useless and he could only hold it in his hand.
The balance of the vortex was broken, it became violently turbulent, and the rotating surface began to fall apart.
But not long after, this collapse was stopped, the vortex tended to be balanced again, and the silk thread in Chang Li's hand was pulled back.
But Changli would not let it move.
He exerted force in his hand again, and a black-grey flame with the aura of death suddenly ignited on the silk thread.
He was not afraid, and the flame had not even come close to his hand.
Suddenly it went out.
The rotating chaos portal suddenly became stagnant, and its taut surface was like a dark cloud.
When the thread was completely broken, Chang Li suddenly moved forward, and the thing behind the whirlpool that had been competing with him was suddenly pulled out.
A simple but profound seal flew into the air, and it was filled with a strong aura of life and death.
The two ghosts from the underworld suddenly shouted: "Seal of Life and Death" The Seal of Life and Death, also known as the Seal of Life and Death, is a divine object formed by the two gods who were in charge of life and death when they ascended to heaven and earth.
It inherited part of the authority of those two gods and can be called the treasure of the underworld.
Da Siming and Shao Siming, these two gods are the oldest gods in charge of life and death.
They are also the gods who have held the power of life and death for the longest time and are closest to the origin.
The preciousness of the divine objects they left behind was evident, not to mention that they also left some authority on them, the authority to control life and death.
Due to various games in ancient times, the seal of life and death has been sealed.
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Recently, the sudden riot of the seal of life and death has caused chaos in the underworld.
Chang Li also felt something unusual when he came to this world, so he appeared here and forced out the seal of life and death hidden behind the scenes.
The senses of the two ghosts suddenly became stagnant after they noticed the Seal of Life and Death.
The divine object of the Seal of Life and Death can very restrain the spirit of imbalance of life and death.
When they faced its breath head-on, their whole bodies trembled half-heartedly.
Not even a word could come out.
The people present also keenly felt that a series of extremely existential eyes were focused on this closed area, making them feel like a nuclear bomb was on their backs, and even their breathing stopped subconsciously.
The life and death mark that was suddenly pulled out paused in mid-air, and then quickly flew out of bounds, but Changli coldly uttered two words: "Come down."
The seal of life and death flying in the air hit the barrier that suddenly appeared, and was suddenly bounced off.
Chang Li waved his sleeves again, and the seal of life and death fell into his hands.
A series of empty but very existential eyes suddenly fell on him, or on the seal of life and death on his hand.
He snorted coldly, and the prying eyes were suppressed.
He casually suppressed the life and death seal that was constantly resisting.
As soon as the seal was illuminated, the gray and black threads covering the Wen Jing female ghost's body broke layer by layer.
He said: "Go and reincarnate yourself."
The female ghost showed a relieved and vacant smile, and turned to the true path of reincarnation
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