Qin Li took a deep breath

At this juncture, there are variables.

Li Ping'an, Hanxin Dance has been missing for a long time, and he actually went to the Gods and Demons Village.

And he was robbed, and he didn't know what he encountered, so the village chief was helpless and came over to beg him.

"Xianggong!"

Concubine Xia Yu asked:

"Sacrifice first, or save people. ”

Qin Li calmed down, and after thinking about it, he made up his mind.

Looking at the village chief's tone, it was not extremely urgent, and it could be slowed down. ”

"But Qianyuan sentient beings, I really can't wait, I can hear them wailing, every breath, thousands of people have died, and they must be sacrificed immediately. ”

Hear it!

The people did not hesitate any longer.

Each of them is busy, preparing materials.

The god platform fell, towering, holy and unstained.

Qin Li took advantage of the opportunity to take a little breath, bathed and changed clothes, burned incense and fasted.

The major affairs of the country are only worship and Rong.

Sacrifice.

It's a big deal.

It must be taken seriously.

Before the sacrifice to the sky, there was no way.

Nowadays, praying for the blessing of all living beings cannot be sloppy.

Evening.

Sunset over the West Mountains.

The light falls, and darkness reigns.

The world is bleak, the cold wind is howling, and the mountains are desolate.

"King Qin, the seven holy lamps have been cast, do you really need lamp oil and wicks?" the Nine Xuan Great Sage waved his hand.

A gentle breeze.

Seven lanterns flew in.

Just red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.

All of them are made of top-quality materials and mixed with divine gold.

And it is forged with the fire of the saint's heart, and the traces of the "Xi Sutra" are carved.

"No!"

Qin Li took the seven lights.

The Nine Xuan Great Sages asked again:

"Do you want me to transfer the chanting boy from Yuanzhou and sacrifice the ceremonial official?"

"I have better options. ”

Qin Li, a little.

Rumble.

Thunderbolt in the night sky.

Forty-eight meritorious pagodas emerge.

Falling on the platform of the gods, pouring golden clouds of merit and filling the void.

I saw that on the altar, there were countless phantoms, they were sitting in danger, holding sacrificial vessels, singing ancient scriptures, as well as the heavenly maiden scattering flowers, dusk drums and morning bells, and even dragons and phoenixes dancing, unicorns and Zhizhi......

"The Pagoda of Merit is truly wonderful. "The saints are all amazed.

"The sacrifice begins!"

In the golden clouds, the holy voice shouted.

Qin Li wore a set of black sacrificial robes, hung and swayed, and walked slowly.

Everywhere you go, the sky is falling, the ground is surging golden lotus, auspicious clouds and ruiqi, and there are divine beasts singing together, children chanting, mixed with the sound of nature.

This is Daoyin.

The law of rhythm spreads all over the Qianyuan.

In the land of the thirty-two states, all living beings perceive strangeness.

"I heard the beautiful singing. ”

"You're sick and confused!"

"There really is!"

......

All beings were amazed.

The monks were all stunned.

Mortals thought it was a miracle of salvation.

Qin Li listened to the voices of all living beings and looked down on the suffering of the world.

Step by step, without hurry, when I ascended to the Fengshen platform, I saw an offering table.

This is the merit pagoda, the sky above it is empty, Qin Li placed seven holy lamps in turn, and also took out two major substances and poured them into it.

"I am the most holy and supreme Taihua Taihua, and when I hear my voice, I am suffering, sinking and suffering, and I can't extricate myself! Now the plague is rampant, rusty, I feel the helplessness of all beings, and I have come to save the world......

Hear it!

The world cheered.

"This is Huashen!"

"Prayers have finally been answered!"

"Huashen is above, I'm so miserable!"

"The plague is too cruel and devours half the life of the village!"

On the land of Qianyuan, countless suffering people fell to their knees and wept bitterly.

In a village.

A handsome teenager was ecstatic.

He is Xiao Mo, who has a relationship with Qin Li.

"Grandpa, do you hear me? The god of Hua, who heard our prayers, is now going to send down grace and save us. ”

Syllable!

Push open the door.

A foul smell of rust hits.

The house was full of plague patients.

They were in pain, skinny, and covered in sinful patina.

Motu was among them, half of his body stiff, his hair rusty, his eyes cloudy, and his breath faint.

"Get out!"

Old Motu roared:

"This is a plague field!"

"Do you want to get infected?

Xiao Mo was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and could only look at the rotten grandfather at the door.

Qin Li's voice also sounded in his ears.

"No need to weep!"

"In the darkness, I am with you. ”

"Tonight, I want to light a lamp for all beings, turn it into hope, and dispel the cold. ”

"All those who rise and fall in the sea of suffering, all they need to do is light a lamp, have a good heart, and call on My name, and they can suppress the pain of the plague. ”

Qin Li's voice was warm.

Raise your hand and take out a jade box.

When I opened it, there were seven seven-colored chalcedony daggers inside.

See here.

The crowd didn't know why.

Who knew that Qin Li took out the dagger.

With a snort, he stabbed it in the flesh's big hole.

"Xianggong!"

Concubine Xia Yu was dumbfounded.

The rest of the relatives and friends were also stunned and worried.

"It's okay!"

Qin Li was extremely calm.

Take out another knife and kill the henchman.

Fairy blood dripped, dreamy color, fell in the holy lamp.

"I am the spirit of courage, all those who are bold and courageous, and they are easy to be greedy!"

"I am the spirit of modesty, all those who are humble and far from arrogance!"

"I am the spirit of truth, all who keep their promises, suppress desires!"

"I am the spirit of hard work, and all those who work hard can cut laziness. ”

"I am the spirit of mercy, and all who have mercy on the weak, without fear of envy. ”

"I am the spirit of goodness, all those who love and are gentle, and never rage. ”

"I am the spirit of wisdom, all who are wise and self-knowing, transcending ignorance. ”

Knife after knife.

Qin Li stood proudly on the altar.

There are seven blades stuck in his body, flowing with immortal blood.

It fell among the seven holy lamps and mixed with two great substances.

Xi is hope, and it is people's attachment to beauty, so it can restrain the evil force of falling into darkness.

Qin Li was familiar with the "Book of Evil" and "Xi Jing" for a short time, fused the Divine Sealing Technique, and then used the secret method of blood piercing to call for the power of the Seven Spirits integrated into the body.

Airplanes!

The Seven Blades Shake.

Overflowing with the power of the Seven Spirits.

Fall into the oil lamp and turn into a fire.

This is the flame of hope, forming the shape of a lotus flower, in which sits a virtual shadow.

They are not only the projection of Qin Li's noble qualities, but also the expectations of all sentient beings, chanting in unison: "Darkness is coming, hope to light the lamp, I am with you, until the night is bright, and the morning dawn ......"

A word fell.

Echoing in the ears of all beings.

It seems to feel the blessing of the underworld.

"Lights!"

"The lights must be lit!"

Xiaomo woke up and was in a hurry.

I made a pottery lamp, dissolved half of the butter, and lit the wick.

The slight fireflies illuminate the three-zhang radius, although it cannot dispel the darkness, but it is enough to give people encouragement and hope.

Placed in a hospital room.

Many of the patients wept.

"I think of my brother who died, who didn't survive the plague. ”

"I can't die, I still have a wife and children waiting for me at home. ”

"I'm not going to give in. ”

The crowd was motivated.

Motu also remembered his dreams.

That is, before dying, draw a map of Huazhou.

The originally stiff shell, although still cold, began to circulate.

"Grandpa!"

Xiaomo was ecstatic.

Motu scrambled to his feet:

"Quick, help me to the village temple, I want to worship the god of Hua. ”

In the village.

There is a temple.

There are many tablets enshrined in it.

Some are ancestors in the village, and some are wild spirits.

Due to the success of Qin Li's sacrifice to the sky, he was shaped into a mud tire, wearing a yellow coat, and standing in the center.

Many villagers also came, holding an oil lamp, which gathered into light to illuminate the temple and reflect the compassion of the god Hua.

Motu knelt down and was grateful: "Xiaomo, Huashen has a great kindness to us, first to continue the dragon vein, and then to save the world, now have mercy on us and disperse the plague, we should pray for him." ”

Xiaomo thought of Qin Li, admired in his heart, and longed for such a great person.

Then, the sound of blessing sounded.

And not only them.

Tons of living beings are praying.

They gathered at the temple to tell their hopes for the future.

Even some infected demon beasts are also crawling in the village, not daring to hurt people, bowing their heads and moaning, grateful for the candle flame of the god of flowers.

Huazhou.

On the stage of the gods.

The Holy Lamp got feedback.

More and more bright and eye-catching, warm people's hearts.

"Good!"

Qin Li smiled.

Pull out the jade blades one by one.

The wound healed, and his face turned pale.

Cutting the spirit and lighting the holy lamp, Qin Li injured the foundation.

"Qin boy, are you okay!" Dugu Old Demon and the others surrounded and sent out a few healing golden pills.

"It's fine. ”

Qin Li did not take the pill.

Because there is no cure for the immortal body.

It can only be slowly conditioned and rejuvenated.

The Nine Xuan Great Sage was overjoyed: "King Qin, you have lifted the plague. ”

Qin Li shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's just suppression, so that the evil force is dormant and cannot spread harm." ”

"Although I have used special techniques, combined with Shinto methods, the evil power is the existence of the thirteenth version after all, and it is impossible to pull it out. But as long as the plague is controlled, we will have time to deduce the "Xi Sutra" and defeat the evil forces. ”