Mama Tara finally noticed that Sindra was strange. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She was sensitive to that, as Sindra always emitted that aura when she meditated. That breath is born of strong emotions, a kind of persistent hatred.

In fact, spiritual energy cultivation is originally a kind of mental power cultivation that gives up the ego and merges with all things in heaven and earth. In this process, children can feel the loftiness of heaven and earth, and their minds will also become broad-minded in the process, forgetting their own lonely experiences, so as to let go of their attachment to the past.

Sindra is gifted in this area, but she can't let go of her obsession with the past.

She uses her soul sense to pursue her obsession, but it only leads her deeper and deeper into the quagmire that has plunged her, and it does nothing but make her more painful.

But Sindra could not listen to anyone, she was withdrawn and stubborn, and she still witnessed the shocking tragedy over and over again after she had discovered everything, like a child holding an old fairy tale book and reading the stories she knew by heart over and over again.

Mama Tara tried to guide her, but failed, and she collected a lot of calming flowers to make tea, hoping to help this withdrawn and painful silver-haired girl.

As the children grew up, Mama Tara went down day by day, and when she came to the port area to buy daily necessities, it was Karma who took Sindra with her.

Karma was the oldest, and matured earlier, and she had learned early to share some of the weight with her young hands, and now she had become very good at running the house, and she had a little girl's way of bargaining with merchants, which always made people smile bitterly.

And every time Sindra went to the harbor, she just sniffed the salty waters and looked at the sailboats docked in the harbor in a daze.

Everything was as it was the day she set foot on the land.

She will go back one day, and she will kill her enemies and avenge her parents.

Later, when Mama Tara died, the children were eleven or twelve years old, an age in the village that was the best choice for apprentices of all trades. So she walked peacefully, and there was nothing she couldn't let go, just called Karma to the bedside.

Karma is the finest child, precocious, sensible, and inspired, and she has many paths to choose from, but Mama Tara has a selfish expectation.

Because Mama Tara is not just an ordinary kind-hearted old man, she herself is also an orphan who grew up in this deserted temple, taught by her master, who guarded this forgotten temple alone, teaching her the ancient methods that have long been lost.

This abandoned temple was also once full of incense. At dusk, many villagers gather in the atrium of the monastery to meditate with the master, and to wander in the vast world with their hearts.

However, the shortage of arable land in the village, hunger and poverty caused the villagers to gradually abandon this overly moderate faith.

After all, no matter how much you look at it, opening your eyes still won't solve the pressing problem at hand.

Such a belief is nothing but a beautiful pipe dream. So the young men in the village have left their homes, and what they need is not peace, but the strength to climb up forced by survival.

They became mercenary traveling merchants who walked through Ionia.

Only Mama Tara's master remained here and taught her everything. Mama Tara finally said that she hoped Karma would inherit the temple and take care of Sindra, and she passed away.

The orphans had reached the age of self-support and went to the village to earn a living, and Karma and Sindra moved into Tara Mada's hut as she wished.

Although the temple could not be repaired, Karma kept the courtyard clean. The children who went to the village to make a living gradually influenced the people of the village, and when they heard about the death of Mama Tara, they all missed the kind old man deeply, and the ancient temple was not far from the village, on a hill, close to the forest farm, so there was incense in the temple one after another.

According to Mama Tara's last words, Karma found the ancient scrolls in the mezzanine floor of the wooden house, and on the yellowed pages were written some mysterious text, something called Sanskrit.

But she could read them, she could understand what they meant, she didn't know why, it seemed like it just came naturally. But when she showed it to Sindra, she just shook her head, indicating that she couldn't read it.

Karma often read the scriptures without realizing that a long time had passed, and she had a strange feeling when she looked at the words, similar to when she meditated, but these ancient and strange mantras seemed to guide her further afield.

When she felt the dim glow of the oil lamp, she knew it was night.

Sindra lit the oil lamp for her and sat aside.

Although she is quiet and withdrawn, Karma can always feel the delicate emotions in her heart.

Life went quietly and smoothly, Karma found the secrets of antiquity in the ancient scriptures, and her spiritual powers soon shocked Ionia, and even became one of the village elders at the age of a girl, but she preferred a quiet life, so the council of elders rarely raised her opinion, and this tranquility continued until ......

Until that day, the howl of the wolves broke the silence of the village, and the fierce beasts left the forest and broke into the village, where they attacked the villagers furiously, took the children away, and then retreated into the forest with the long howl of the head wolf's command.

Parents who have lost their minds with pickaxes and axes, tears in their faces, angrily chasing after the wolves that have returned with a full load, but how can they keep up with the speed of the wolves.

When the wolves plundered the cottage and retreated into the forest, they had a smooth journey, but near the forest, several trees collapsed without warning, first the trees in front of them fell sideways, blocking their way, and then trees fell on all sides, as if with a few simple strokes, drawing the ground as a prison, trapping the whole wolf pack in it.

The wolves stopped, and they retreated in the middle of the wood-enclosed area, fearing that they would fall into the trap of the hunters, and the wind would break the branches and scatter them around the wolves, which were still fresh and moist when they left their mothers, but the strange wind quickly carried the water from their bodies.

The emerald green flames rose without warning, from the trees in all directions, from the bark and dead branches scattered on the ground, dry wood was the best flammable, and the heat generated by the spiritual fire boundary ignited them, and clusters of red flames also rose between the green flames.

The silent woodland suddenly turned into the most terrible Shura hell, and the silver-haired girl leaned against a tree not far away, quietly and indifferently watching it all.

She heard the wolves howl in pain, the cries of the children, and the indifferent cheeks beneath the silver hair had no obvious expression.

Soon, the burning smoke also disappeared with the wind, and finally all that was left was scorched earth and dry bones, like a burning purgatory.

As she turned to leave, a violent force suddenly grabbed her arm:

"You witch!"