Dao Mu, the golden crow that sank into the infinite deep sea, could no longer suppress his anger and resentment.

The golden crow burned in the dark and cold seabed, and the fire and light shone on the entire ocean, as clear as day. The sea surface "gurgling" boiled and bubbled, and the steam illusion made a big peng and a dragon.

"How dare you!" Dao Musen replied coldly, his words like ice blades.

At the same time, the middle finger of the right hand suddenly bent, bringing the other fingers and clenching them into a fist. "Bang!" the fist sank into the table, and fire and light swayed on the fist, illuminating the black mist.

"Why don't you dare?" Cowherd's remnant body was indifferent, and he controlled his arm to raise his fist and stand it in front of him, with the heart of his fist facing his face.

"Hey, the Great Freedom Sutra?" Cowherd's remnant body looked at the scriptures on his middle finger, his face was full of surprise, "The legend is really true, and the back of the finger is actually another scripture!"

Dao Mu also saw it so real that he was so shocked that he couldn't speak. The Great Freedom Sutra on the back of the finger is quite similar to the Sutra of Pastoral Pasture.

The small note that Old Man Li gave himself came to mind, "The Buddha smiled with flowers, and it was neither a flower nor a Buddha." Hold the palm of the hand, hide the dirt and dirt. Hold the back of your hand and become a Buddha on the ground. ”

Does the Great Freedom Sutra come from the Sutra of Pastoral Pasture, or does the Sutra of Pastoral Sutra come from the Sutra of Passing Away from the Sutra of Great Freedom?

The Great Freedom Sutra is a pure Buddhist scripture, and the Sutra of Pastoral Worship is like a Buddha, with both and neither, making it impossible to clarify a boundary.

"This old monster is mysterious......"

Dao Mu was even more determined in his heart that the Heart-Destroying Mujian had hidden something from him, how could the Heart-Destroying Mujian not know where the Dumu Sutra he had passed down came from?

Just as Dao Mu lost his mind, he suddenly heard a thunderstorm, which pulled Dao Mu back to reality. I only heard the remnants of the cowherd in a joking tone, mocking people like Dao Mu to take a look at the Great Freedom Sutra of Rebirth, which is a kind of defilement of this sacred scripture.

Before Dao Mu could refute, a familiar feeling of dizziness struck, and Dao Mu understood that he had been kicked out of his body by the Cowherd's remnant body again.

The mind moved, and the soul power was like a knife inserted into the black mist. Dao Mu's soul power turned into a fresh wind, and in a breath, he swam all over the tenth hall.

Do you have to ask me to recite the corpse sutra?

As a result, Dao Mu was disappointed, except for the black fog or black fog, the previous feeling was gone. Just as he was about to fly out of the tenth hall, the invisible big hands pulled Dao Mu back into his body.

Dao Mu was already mentally prepared to be kicked out of his body again, but the Heart-Destroying Mu Jian stroked the Book of Life and Death, with a strange smile, "If it weren't for the villagers of Muxing Town who became the foundation of the Book of Life and Death, it would not be Qiao Renxiang who would be scattered, but you Dao Mu himself." ”

"You took the Shepherd Tree as the root bone of the Book of Life and Death, the villagers as the foundation of the Book of Life and Death, the hair of the Queen of Thorns as the pen, and the King of Morning Glory was designed to die by you. Dao Mu was full of hatred, he didn't recite the Pastoral Sutra, let alone think about the Corpse Sutra, and the middle finger of his right hand was passed through the hand bones and the whole arm trembled, "Don't say that God will not let you go, Yin Si will also be greatly pressurized, and all beings in Altair will be ruined for you!"

The Cowherd's remnant body let his right hand tremble, and the sarcasm on his smiling face grew stronger, and he said bluntly, Fan Xing Hades is not as particular as Xianxing. Through connections, anyone can be the king of Hades.

Among the stars, the big devil is the king of Hades, and there are not a few. As long as you follow the yin law to hook the soul and promote reincarnation, it will not affect the main thing, and you will not care about it if you usually do some unclean little hands and feet.

The big devil is the least terrible when he is the king of Hades, most of them are happy to take revenge, and most of them judge the situation. Sour and stubborn scholars and decadent and rigid Taoist priests have become the king of Hades, decent, and they are not close to people and ghosts, but they will not use the public for personal gain.

There is one kind of person who is the most terrifying, and they come to Mortal Star with some purpose to be the king of Hades. For example, Qiao Ren is a kind of person, so that Altair continues to sink. Since the Cowherd, there have been many immortals, or they have been stifled, or sent to Vega.

Hollowing out Altair, so that the people and things of Altair become a joke in the mouths of other mortal stars. Let Altair be covered with a thick layer of despair, and never be able to turn over.

"If I can't be a celestial, then I will be a god of death, and I will still bring a bright future to Altair!" The Cowherd's remnant body was impassioned, his arms were open, embracing heaven and earth, and the black mist was rolling and surging, as if echoing his words. "One day, Altair will rise to immortality again!"

For this day, little by little, Muxing Town will be built into a forbidden area, where life and death can enter, and life and death cannot come out. Muxing Town was so aggrieved for too long that Muxing Town was full of grievances, and as the black mist submerged Muxing Mountain, it poured into the sea of clouds.

"Open your eyes and take a good look at Muxing Mountain, hundreds of millions of living beings are dying miserably! Prick up your ears and listen to Muxing Mountain, hundreds of millions of living beings cry!" Dao Mu ignored the other party's crooked reasoning, gritted his teeth in anger, and spoke in a trembling voice, "My Muxing Town has been made into a miasma by you, the town is not like a town, people are not like people, and they live like ghosts!

"You're Shepherd?"

"Are you from my Shepherd Town?"

"Except for Hou Da Zhuang, are there any pure Muxing Town people in this world?"

"Because you are a guest and have a poor background, Muxing Town is polite to you. Did you misunderstand something?"

Recalling that those heirs who left Muxing Town, whether they betrayed or experienced, they all died unexpectedly, and the cowherd's eyes showed a fierce light. Sadly, even if they betrayed the town of Shepherd, they never thought of killing them, but they were designed to die by others.

Children born in Muxing Town either died immediately, or they were frail and sick, and they did not live to be ten years old, or they were crippled and born with dementia.

The sky has eyes, and they are high up, how can they not know. There are gods in the underworld, and they are well versed in the nine abysses, how can they not know.

Everything was acquiesced, and it was called "this is fate!"

The cowherd's remnant body asked Dao Mu rhetorically, and after only four sentences, Dao Mu was dumbfounded. Dao Mu's mood was low but surging, maybe it was really his wishful thinking.

After a long time, Dao Mu spoke weakly, with a little expectation, "What about my father and mother?" The middle finger of his right hand was shaking, bent and straightened.

The Cowherd's remnant body was indifferent, and pressed his abnormal right hand back tightly. "Don't you want to see the truth of the black mist?" picked up the book of life and death with his left hand and shook the pretense, and a secret force unfolded, and the black mist was thick, and it surrounded him. "This immortal will let you see clearly, and die clearly. ”

Dao Mu suddenly felt that his eyes were hot, and then he saw that the world was stained with blood. A string-sized gold thread connects the Book of Life and Death with the Cowherd's remnant thoughts, and the ink thread is like a strand of hair, connecting the villagers and the Book of Life and Death in the black mist.

"Where's my mom and dad?!" Dao Mu is like a child who has been separated from his parents.

He couldn't find Mu Cang Muqing, nor could he find his uncle and aunt, let alone his grandfather. Thinking of what the Cowherd had just said, the hope in Dao Mu's heart dimmed little by little.

"For every person who dies, at least one villager will be separated from that person. "The spiritual consciousness of the Cowherd's remnant mind body spread out with Daomu.

This Muxing Town, flowers, plants, flies and mosquitoes, even a grain of dust, seems to be in front of you.

"Where's my mom and dad!" Dao Mu roared out of despair, and the middle finger of his right hand poked into his palm, and the contact surface turned white. The small wound poked by his fingernails was the same as his heart, torn bloody by reality.

"If you can't find them in Shepherd, it means that they sacrificed themselves to save you. The Cowherd had expected that for a long time, and his speech was plain, as if he was telling about something that had nothing to do with him.

"You are really miserable and lucky, and the tragic thing is that you have experienced all kinds of ups and downs at a young age, and other people have experienced them in several lifetimes. Luckily, there will always be people who truly love you, even if it's just a handful. ”

"Hehe......" Dao Mu laughed desperately, like crazy.

What is the use of not listening to the advice of the master and contemplating the corpse sutra without authorization?

What is the use of obtaining 600 merits from that mysterious man and the art of raising the flesh and bones of the dead?

What is the use of obtaining the turtle spirit dragon marrow from the old ancestor and the old grandmother?

painstakingly designed the layout, did not hesitate to fight for his life, and used the bones of the corpse and his own life as bargaining chips, in an attempt to exchange for the resurrection of his relatives.

In the end, the bamboo basket was empty, and the wedding dress was made for the apprentices. Not only was he not able to resurrect his relatives, but his relatives were scattered because of their souls, and resting in peace became an extremely luxurious thing.

In the midst of all kinds of painful thoughts, the fire of Dao Mu's soul gradually dimmed, unable to sway, and was on the verge of self-denial and self-collapse.

The Cowherd's remnant body grabbed the hand of the book of life and death, too hard, and the place where the fingers touched was blue and white. In the blood-colored star eyes, it reflects the appearance of Dao Mu on the dark side of his soul, hugging his knees and burying his head.

"You should have dissipated yourself a long time ago and made way for me. The Cowherd said with a remnant thought, shaking the book of life and death with his left hand, and Hou Dazhuang's life appeared on the white paper. The left hand shook again, and it was replaced by Li Huanyan's life. Shake the pretense again, and change it to the life of the cowherd.

The Cowherd's remnant body looked at the life of the Cowherd, stunned and in a daze, and an indescribable taste accumulated in his heart.

Suddenly, the right hand of the Cowherd's remnant body was withdrawn from behind his back, he picked up the judge's pen on the table, looked at the vine cocoon in front of him a few times, and smiled faintly, "After you die, I will take care of your friends." "Press the pen and put pen to work on the roster of the cowherd.

"You dare!" Dao Mu roared, and in the infinite resentment, the middle finger of his right hand pulled the entire arm, and before the Cowherd's remnant body could reflect it, his right hand retreated to his back.

"Oh, it's funny that you look like this. The cowherd's remnant body exerted his strength, and his right arm was a little bit, trembling and straightening.

Dao Mu took advantage of the trend, and as soon as he slammed his force, the judge's pen stabbed towards Dao Mu's heart. The Cowherd's remnant mind body controls his left hand, grabbing his right hand, and the tip of the pen is only a fist away from his heart.

A drop of ink splashes the fairy wisp of the clothes, and the fairy wisps of the clothes are brilliant. "Whew!" a screeching sound, and the ink turned into a pungent wisp of sulfur-smelling black smoke that hit his face.

The Cowherd's remnant body couldn't stand the smell himself, and frowned, "Mantis arm blocking the car?" The left arm and the right arm worked together, forced the pen head, and stretched out to the book of life and death.

"Drink!" Dao Mu shouted angrily, clenched his middle finger, pressed down the judge's pen, and then slapped his entire right hand on the table.

The Cowherd's remnant body was suddenly annoyed, and his body trembled violently, wanting to drive Dao Mu out of his body. Dao Mu sat in the dark corner of his soul as steady as Mount Tai, his eyes shining with blood, like two rounds of tomorrow.