After sending Yang Xiaodi away, Xiao Tao brought himself a cup of tea and collapsed on the sofa. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info thought about her just now, with the ghost pattern totem on her body, she "saw" a different kind of "aura", and she couldn't help but feel a little confused in her heart.

Legend has it that when a person's consciousness is strong enough to communicate with a creature from another realm, that is, a "ghost", then he is a psychic. But at the same time, there are some costs. Or longevity, or looks, or disability, or, luck!

But that's just a legend, and Yang Xiaodi's body shouldn't have "aura". A psychic person is not just a simple communication and dialogue with a world of beings, it is as simple as that.

The spirit of the spirit, the spirit of man! The root of the soul, the source of the spirit, the beginning of the mind, and the end of the path. Even if a person is lost due to illness or fate, it is only a dissipation of the soul, but the human spirit will stay on the corpse for seven days. The first is to guide the soul wandering in time and find the blood relatives involved with it, and the second is to find the lost soul in order to prevent it from becoming a powerful ghost.

In Yang Xiaodi, there should be something that retains the consciousness of some cultivated people, but she herself does not have this kind of "aura"! This also explains why Xiao Tao feels such a weird "aura"! If she hadn't been so close to her at the time, I'm afraid she would have missed that perception.

What exactly? Xiao Tao had already ruled out the turtle shells and copper coins that looked the most suspicious, but he couldn't find much clue for a while. Alas, forget it, this is also her luck, or fate! As the so-called blessing is not a curse, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided! Let it be!

Slowly, Xiao Tao, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, fell into a strange dream.

A figure dressed in golden Buddha light, with a kind face, looked carefully, but did not see the face, sitting peacefully on the lotus platform. Within a radius of more than ten meters beside him, a comfortable aura that made people want to fall asleep spread everywhere. Under the shrouded light of the Buddha on his body, his mind became more and more pure, and his soul became more comfortable.

Another figure sat cross-legged in a cloud of black mist, looking up at the somewhat gloomy sky overhead, blue and blue in his eyes. Shrouded in golden Buddha light, he was not changed and purified in the slightest, and the black mist on his body was still as thick as ink.

Suddenly, as if a gust of wind was blowing, revealing his burly body, which was tightly wrapped in chains as thick as arms.

"The misfortune of the ten halls is not your fault, this is the catastrophe of the underworld!"

In that golden Buddha light, a soft jade, warm and loving voice came out. At the same time, a "swastika" shaped Buddha seal slowly floated out, hovering among the two figures.

The figure in the black fog became clearer and clearer. His eyes flickered blue and blue, and a twisted blood streak at the corner of his eyebrows spread along his face to his neck and chest. His face was unusually resolute, and his expression was extremely firm. The closed lips shone with a blue and blue glow, but it was difficult to hide the desolate eyes of shame, so that the sigh that came was made more and more long.

"This cause starts with me, and I will solve it! Fate and effect, reincarnation is difficult! Bodhisattva compassion, help me! ”

The man opened his mouth, and a low, fearless and determined voice floated out of the black mist.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate! The military judgment enters the reincarnation with his body, and he can't return to the house if he is not the tenth generation, Yan Jun, is it okay! ”

In the golden light, that gentle voice sounded again, only this time, it was floating into the air.

"Alas, the tribulation of the Ten Palaces, the tribulation of the Three Realms! Luck is also the way, and fate is also fate! "Yes!" ——

A sigh of majesty and helplessness came, and in the black mist, the figure who was entangled in chains, the blue light in his eyes faded when he heard the sound, and the green light turned to Dasheng, and the blood lines in the corners of his eyes seemed to rise like a snake python at the sight of the wind, instantly enveloping his entire head and body in a blood-colored black flame.

"My Buddha is compassionate!" ——

In the midst of the Buddha name, the "swastika" shaped Buddha seal suddenly flew into the blood-colored black flame. An extremely suppressed groan of pain came out, and the body entangled in chains instantly turned into a cloud of dust and smoke, as if it was originally a cloud of mist.

One blue and one green two clusters of light blended together, pasted on the Buddha seal, let it carry it, and flew into the air, one did not know when it appeared, in the ink-colored vortex.

Yes! Roar! Hahaha! ——

A burst of wild laughter came from within the inky swirl, accompanied by a low, familiar angry shout.

"Bodhisattva, it's them!"

The two figures floated in the air without warning, dressed in an ink-colored foundation, an imperial robe with a golden and red pattern, with a look of non-angry and self-righteous superiority, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, looking at the ink-colored whirlpool, one of them turned his head to look at the figure in the golden Buddha light, and said in a deep voice.

"This is a catastrophe, and it is also his karma! Now that he has entered reincarnation, everything is like the smoke and clouds of the past, whether it is Yan Jun or military judgment, there is no involvement! ”

The voice grew farther and farther away, and when the last word fell, the golden Buddha light was still gone, as if it had never appeared.

The two figures in imperial robes who appeared in the air, looking at the ink-colored vortex that slowly dissipated, showed a bit of solemnity in their eyes, and a gust of wind blew, and their figures also turned into a light smoke mist, and then disappeared.

Xiao Tao, who was in a dream, seemed to have dreamed of something extremely angry, his brows were twisted into a deep Sichuan character, and his face was full of angry killing intent.

Call! Suddenly opened his eyes, and saw some familiar room layouts around him, which was very different from the horror of being chased and bitten by a few ghosts and demons who couldn't see clearly in the abyss of hell before, Xiao Tao opened his mouth and gasped, covered in wet sweat, soaking through his clothes.

"Hey, Brother Xiao, you're awake!"

Yang Xiaodi, who was sitting on the side fiddling with his mobile phone, looked at Xiao Tao, who seemed to be awakened by a nightmare, with a little stunned on his face, and said hello.

"When did you come in?"

Xiao Tao got up and unbuttoned his collar, feeling the sweat-soaked clothes on his body, the sticky discomfort on his body, and the lingering anger just now, as well as the fear that he seemed to experience personally, made his eyes show a little prostrations and confusion. This was not the first time he had this dream, nor was it the first time he was awakened by this nightmare, but it was the first time he felt that unprecedented reality.

"Well, just half an hour after I came, I knocked on the door, and you didn't answer! I saw that the door was unlocked, so I came straight in! There is still half an hour, and the meal is about to start, so I just came to see in advance, do you have anything to do with me, and you want to explain it to me! ”