Chapter 125 is actually promoted to the Moldy Saint
even let Xiao Mobai put aside the equally important dream of longevity, and concentrate on letting Li Xian continue to consecrate the Buddha statue.
Even if there is a taboo of consecration today, it still can't stop Xiao Mobai's warm heart.
Because since the full promotion of the belief in the moldy god Buddha statue, counting, the barbarians who have never had a case of awakening have actually awakened five. Five of them!
Taboo is always taboo, and the ubiquitous bad luck is raging in the barbarian city, which is no joke.
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In recent days, the proud eunuch Li Jian has not yet entered the Guangming Temple, and suddenly the sergeant came to report that the heavily guarded Gangba was gone!
The smile on his face was gone, and Li Dajian became worried, and when he saw Li Xian who was bored in front of the temple gate, his heart was almost choked to the point of his throat.
When the soldiers are in the city, the imperial fortune is weakened, and the country will be in danger.
On the third day of his house arrest in the Temple of Light, Li Xian sensed that the barbarian emperor's fortunes were weakening again.
This time, Li Xian did not hesitate, and directly ate the Realm Breaking Pill, and after the Moldy Sutra actually rose to the Moldy Saint Realm, he used the surging bad luck to begin to devour the Barbarian Emperor's Fortune.
This time, Li Xian didn't leave Xiao Mobai a little imperial luck, and let the mold meridian launch all his strength and devour it completely.
As a result, the mold was successfully promoted to the three points of the mold saint. Li Xian's unlucky range based on himself can reach six miles, and the bad luck on the rune watch is also displayed as 2/3, and almost, Li Xian will be able to reach the realm of the four points of the Moldy Saint.
Li Xian felt the majestic bad luck on his body, and there was an illusion that he couldn't use it up no matter how he used it. Compared to the realm of the Moldy Sect, it is like a heaven and a earth, and the situation is completely different.
The most important 'Overlord' skill after being promoted to the Mold Saint can gradually exempt yourself from bad luck damage. Li Xian could feel the changes brought about by this skill, and the bad luck on his body had increased his affinity a lot.
However, it is really just as the crow's mouth of the moldy god said, since Li Xian ascended to the mold saint realm, the bad luck on his body has become extremely chaotic, and there is a feeling that sometimes he can control it, and sometimes he can't control it.
The bad luck of the Moldy Saint Realm cannot be controlled, and if it is allowed to flow outside the body, the consequences are: First, the bad luck value is consumed quickly, even to the point where it is beyond its means, and the bad luck value provided to Li Xian by believers every day can be consumed in just one day.
Second, the old lama and the two little monks of Guangming Temple were all disturbed by Li Xian's bad luck, and the bad luck has never been stopped.
Finally, on a dark and windy night, a huge thunder struck down and relieved them of all their pain.
Just like Li Xian's alternative heavenly punishment after breaking through the realm, the dense lightning slashed for more than an hour, and the entire Guangming Temple burned overnight, and it turned into ruins in an instant.
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Li Xian himself has the skill of 'hegemonic body', which can restrain the bad luck emanating from his body, and he is generally lucky, but his clothes are burned, and his body is smoky and black, unscathed.
As for the old lama and the little monk who lived together in Guangming Temple, it was miserable, as far as Li Xian knew, no one in the temple escaped except him. Even the barbarian soldiers who went to fight the fire were mostly fed with the raging fire, and the only thing that was fortunate was that tens of thousands of moldy Buddhas were lucky enough to grab most of them.
Li Xian knew that several monks of Guangming Temple had been monitoring him, and they had been killed by bad luck, and Li Xian would not feel too guilty, so it was a big deal to build them a clothed mound in the future, and when they had time, they would burn paper money and recite scriptures, even if they had worshipped.
After a difficult night, Li Xian was finally able to temporarily control the bad luck on his body. And Li Dajian came with his troops in the early morning, and what he saw was Li Xian leaning in front of the dilapidated and still black ash temple gate, looking disgraced.
There was still some surprise when he first saw Li Xian there, but Li Dajian saw that the Guangming Temple had become a ruin, and his face couldn't help but be gloomy: "Master Rulai, this... You're going to give us an explanation, right?"
Li Xian understood what Li Dajian wanted to explain, so he pretended to be stupid and said, "Amitabha." Little Lizi, the poor monk actually doesn't know what's going on.
Yesterday in the middle of the night, a huge thunder suddenly exploded in his ears, and the poor monk's eyes were blown away by the lightning, and he finally ran outside the temple gate, and now he is still in a daze. ”
Damn, who asked you this?
A natural disaster, the dead man Li Dajian didn't take it to heart, and immediately stopped going around the bend, and said bluntly: "The Guangming Temple, which covers an area of dozens of acres, was destroyed by a thunderbolt, and the master can still be unscathed, he really deserves to be a person blessed by the Buddha, good luck."
To tell you the truth, this morning our family got the news that Gamba is gone, not only him, but also his awakened son. ”
Gangba father and son are gone? What happened to the poor monk?
Hasn't the poor monk always been in the Guangming Temple, and after such a big thing, is there still time to rob people?
Li Xian's ability to pretend to be stupid is not ordinarily high, no matter how Li Dajian looks at it, he can't see any flaws on Li Xian's face.
Although it cannot be proved that Li Xian is the mastermind of the robbery of Gangba, the royal family is missing a trump card that can use the moral aspect to restrain his freedom, and the Guangming Temple has been destroyed and can no longer live.
After Li Dajian learned that tens of thousands of mold Buddhas had been transported away, he was a little relieved, and said with a smile on his face: "Guangming Temple must not be able to live, and our family can't bear to let Master Rulai sleep in the open, and there is no fixed number of food and accommodation in a day."
Therefore, our family has arranged for Master Nyolai to live in ......"
The word 'Imperial Palace' was stuck in Li Dajian's throat, and before he could say it, a hysterical exclamation suddenly came from the end of the street: "The enemy army has entered the city, and the barbarian country is about to be destroyed!!"
The roar was made in pure brute language, which immediately ruled out the possibility of confusion by enemy spies.
Li Dajian's face changed when he heard this, he turned around and looked around, and sure enough, he saw that the walls of the north and west were full of smoke, and the flames of war had already spread to the streets and alleys of the city.
The palace is in danger! We must first protect Your Majesty from the city and wait for the day when the mountains will rise again.
This was the first thought that popped into Li Dajian's mind, and it was also the motivation for him to carry it out, and he immediately ignored Li Xian next to him, and hurriedly rushed to the palace to help.
Li Xian grinned, it seemed that he didn't need to risk using bad luck.
The imperial fortune is gone, and his Xiao family's country can continue to have a ghost. Thinking about it, Li Xian was extremely interested in the imperial fortunes of the other four countries in addition to the daughter country and the Tianshui country.
You must know that the barbarian country is not a whole in the first place. A thousand years ago, there were still large and small tribes scattered on this southwest plateau, and they were not subordinate to anyone, and they fought endlessly all year round.