Lingwu took Ning Xiao back to the camp. It's just that there, at this moment, the lights are already bright, and people come and go, so it's not lively. When Ning Xiao appeared, everyone's uneasy hearts were soothed.

However, no one could tell Ning Xiao: What happened here just now?

Danchai was still unconscious. Ning Xiao was taken aback: to be able to make him so damaged, there are really few people in today's Huaxia who have such ability. She hurriedly cheered him up and finally woke him up.

"Buddha relics!" When he woke up from his slumber, the first thing he worried about was the treasure in his arms. Seeing that the treasure was not damaged, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then told Ning Xiao: "It's Wu Song!" I don't know what it is, but a voice is telling me. ”

"Wu Song?" Ning Xiao couldn't help but glance at Lingwu on his shoulder. It's a very old word, and not many people know about it. Could it be that this is a consequence of their discovery of the Great Witch Weapon?

"Oh? So where do you guess the voice that told you about this came from? Ning Xiao had no choice but to ask.

"I feel like it's coming from the Buddha's relics!" Danchai held his treasure tightly and pressed it to his chest, as if this was the only way to breathe a sigh of relief.

Lingwu nodded towards Ning Xiao, meaning: In this human world, it seems that there is really only that kind of thing that knows this.

"I still have a Buddha relic here," who would have thought that Ning Xiao would reward Danchai so much. "Just a finger bone, though. Take it! ”

"Thank you, Lord!" Danchai didn't expect to reap such an unexpected joy, so he struggled to get up from the bed and bow to Ning Xiao.

"Alright, take it!" Ning Xiao waved his hand, and a metal box appeared in front of Danchai again. He hurriedly caught it with his other hand, and then pressed it tightly to his chest.

Cheng Ziyang, like everyone else, was in an embarrassment: such a precious thing, probably only she would sell jade as a cabbage.

"Master," Lingwu could only secretly comfort with his divine sense. "Something like this Buddha-nature, the more Ning Xiao gives out, the better. Lest I always worry that one day she will become a bhikshuni because she has studied the Dharma too deeply? ”

"Oh-" Hearing this, Cheng Ziyang suddenly opened his mouth, and only then did he feel that Ning Xiao's generosity this time was really a wise move. In fact, he didn't know that the reason why Ning Xiao was so rewarded was because Danchai fulfilled his duty of guarding him for her.

"Ning Xiao," Song Dai couldn't stand Ning Xiao's stupid white sweetness that he gave away casually when a treasure became a disaster. "Do you have any Buddha relics? If so, can you give me one? ”

"Do you have any study of Buddhism?" Ning Xiao smiled faintly and asked. "Do you believe in karma?"

"I really haven't studied this," Song Dai thought for a moment and replied honestly. "Despite all the chaos of the last days, I still don't believe in the cycle of cause and effect."

"So, if I don't have any Buddha relics, if I do, what's the use of giving them to you?" Ning Xiao watched as Danchai raised the treasures in his hands high, and kept bowing to the west. "However, even if it is given to you, you may not be able to keep him......"

"Yes!" Looking at the seventh-level zombie's devotion to the Buddha's relics, Song Dai really had to nod in agreement. In case this guy knew that he had also received the Buddha relics given by Ning Xiao, he might kill himself or something one day.

You must know that in the competition between a fourth-level ability and a seventh-level zombie, he will only be defeated in the end to the point that there are no bones left.

……

Leaning on the boulder, in the background of autumn leaves and flowers, I looked up, and I saw the birds flying, fanning the feathers sharply, fanning this bright and happy time.

"Ning Xiao!" Lingwu makes the clouds float on the wings, the starlight rests in the hands, and the graceful arc and the desire to fly are still as beautiful as ever, still telling how leisurely. "It's a ghost, it's been wandering for thousands of years, awakened by the Great Witch Weapon, and it's about to disappear!"

"Oh!" Ning Xiao rose gently, and then slowly slid towards the pious watchman, she could not wash away her tired figure in the clear spring, and she could not wet the pure dream marks in the moonlight. "Double-check!"

"Okay!" Lingwu agreed, flapping his golden wings.

Now, the only thing Ning Xiao can do is listen. Listen to the holy bird's song, the gentle admonition. At the same time, he tried his best to grasp the depth and tranquility.

Let the scabbed arrows, in her gaze or contemplation, shoot straight into the sad and depressed state of mind of the years.

In fact, the so-called fighting stars and the vicissitudes of life are just rumors and ridicule far from the snow. In fact, the trek of the long years is to let the frightened heart resist the misfortune of fate and the swallowing of mud and sand.

"Is it really just a ghost?" Ning Xiao wiped away the tears that flowed from his face and asked Lingwu.

"Well—I'll vouch for a bird's head!" So, learning to weep happily under the black sky, Lingwu is giving everyone the strength and confidence to be confident that even if the evil crosshair is aimed at the birds, they still can't see the chirping birds.

"Ah—it's the Golden Crow," the faint voice seemed so slight in the river that no one could hear it. "It seems that I will never be able to escape this catastrophe no matter what."

"Ning Xiao, I'm sure it's the ghost of the witch," Lingwu licked the droplets of water from his feathers on the branches, exuding a sense of comfort all over his body. "You're better at dealing with ghosts than I am. So, now, it's up to you. ”

"Oh-yes!" Ning Xiao took out the bone whistle and let a long and simple ancient song slowly blow out from the bone whistle.

"Hey," in the crowd watching, Xia Zhao was smiling at Cheng Ziyang. "I really didn't expect her to be so versatile."

"Yes," Cheng Ziyang smiled at Xia Zhao. "I didn't expect her to be proficient in music theory."

"Hmm," Song Dai glanced at the seventh-level zombie who was holding a Buddhist bead in his hand and reciting scriptures silently. "I feel that Ning Xiao's mastery of music theory is better than being familiar with Buddhism."

"Yes!" This statement has also been quite agreed by some people: She is a monk and a nun, can Cheng Dashao still live?

The east wind is getting farther away, the sound of oars is extended, and the fishing boats are quietly moored from the ancient smoke and rain. At the moment, there is the sound of water everywhere, the sound of murmuring.

And in the dreams of human beings, in the incomparably rough or delicate time, the purple gas rises from the surface of the river, and then turns into wisps of cooking smoke, slowly soaking the simple and quiet countryside, silently breeding the land, the eternal things and people.

"No—it's a witch song!" The sound of the river murmured, revealing disbelief. "It's impossible, so long ago that there are still people who can play witch music here?"

The sound of the water was still murmuring, and the maiden who clung to the witchcraft could not come to the river to-night to wash her original promise; The shy boy couldn't show his thin petals and small wishes at the same time in the clear water.

Only the melodious whistle floated up carelessly from the ancient open heaven and earth, and quietly sprinkled all over the witch palace in the silent night, making everyone feel that they were standing in the leaf boat, and what they saw was the river.

"Ning Xiao, the goddess of justice," the sound of the river finally came back. She let out an uncontrollable wail. "Only she, and only her, can play the witch music of my clan so singably, so perfectly. Is she in this world, not in the divine realm? ”

Propping up the penny, the ripples rippled lightly, and the empty hookah turned into a cloud and fog. However, the dream is still bright in the witch temple under the moon, and I don't know who is waiting to return to the water's edge, return to the village that lives by the water, and revel in this charm!

"Ning Xiao ——!" The night of the last days seemed to be particularly long, and until this time, the sky was still dark, and a delicate figure floated from the water. "Goddess of Justice, what are you doing when you are not in charge of the justice of the gods in the temple of God, and you have come to my wandering place? Do you also want to exterminate my witch clan? ”

"Ah, it's not an immortal, it's a god!" Hearing the roar of the ghost, the humans on the shore were in an uproar. Song Dai, in particular, couldn't help but murmur.

"Shrine Maiden," Ning Xiao felt for the first time that he was no longer a passerby on this plane. She had to learn to cry again and again in her dreams, and found that she ended up so haggard. "If the soul returns, it should be over."

"Ning Xiao," the delicate figure walked out of the river, soaking wet, and a series of water stains flowed on the ground, shining silver in the moonlight. "Back then, your talent was far superior to mine. You have all the spells and magic weapons of the Wu Clan. ”

"If it weren't for your nostalgia for the position of the god of heaven, the elders of the clan would have given you the title of witch long ago. It will not make me endure the torment in this river, endure the boundless pain. ”

"Alas," seeing the other party's excited reaction, Ning Xiao just wanted to stroke his forehead and sigh: She is now a human, not a god, okay? How about the mistakes she has made will be judged after she becomes a god?

"Why did you kill my witch clan?" The delicate figure was still accusing. "After your emotional wounds, it was my witch clan who healed you. Let you understand the vastness of heaven and earth, the ethereal emotion, and only your own strength can crisscross the universe and stand tall between the earth and the sky......"

The excited words made the humans on the shore in an uproar again. Cheng Ziyang kept beating his eyebrows.

"That's enough," said Lingwu this time. Because only he knows everything. "She has been reincarnated and forgotten everything from her previous life. Why were the Wu clan exterminated? Don't you know? The latest chapter of "The Last Days: The Fairy Wife Rampant Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.