The moonlight danced lightly on the fingertips of the evening breeze, spreading like water, passing through the cracks of the Sword Washing Tower, leaking a place as bright as a broken star.

Picking leaves smiled bitterly: "I was so scared, I could only secretly look through the gap in the window, and I saw He An lying flat in the air, in the middle of the night in the distance, there were two teams of people carrying the coffin over, with their faces on their faces, slowly carrying He Anzai, putting him into the coffin, and then making a very piercing roar in his mouth, carrying the coffin, and walking towards the sky." ”

He said, "This is the destiny of the Lord of the world." ”

Chen Anzhi listened carefully to the story of picking leaves, and his heart was awe-inspiring, and he didn't know where to start.

He Immortal is not dead, this is what many people in Sanzhou and Five Lands think, because He An has surpassed all the previous lords of the world, and he is a real immortal who can turn the tide in the dark turmoil, and the immortal has the same life as the sky, how can the immortal die.

In the hearts of the very few people standing in the sky, He Anzai is dead, but I don't know how he died or where he died, but it is inevitable that there will be suspicions in his heart, maybe He Anzai is just hiding, he is not dead.

He Anzai is the lord of the world in three states and five places, such a character can be called an immortal in the dust, since ancient times to tens of thousands of years, there are only a few people in three states and five places.

And it was such an immortal, but when he was close to his old age, he was taken away without the power to fight back.

Chen Anzhi suddenly remembered that according to the historical records of the three states and five places, since the Qin lord ruled the world and became the first lord of the world, the corpse of each lord of the world in the future seems to have never been known.

It is rumored that the Tang lord was unwilling to pass on the jade seal and brought it into the mausoleum, so there were people with bad intentions, risking the disapproval of the world, and walked all over the three states and five places to find the tomb of the Tang lord, but it was a well-dressed mound.

Chen Anzhi's eyebrows were as straight as a sword, and He Anzai once mentioned one thing, which the little guy saw in a dilapidated book, which said that because he was too close to the avenue of the world and peeked into too many heavenly opportunities, the lords of the world in the past generations could not get a good death, and they would encounter very terrible things in their old age.

At that time, he and He An only thought that the story in the book was made up by the writer as a gimmick, after all, it was the lord of the world, and he was a character who was truly in harmony with the world's great avenue.

Just ask a person who is invincible in the world, a red dust immortal in the world,

Who can make this man helpless?

The reason for this is terrifying just to think about it.

He Anzai disappeared like this, and I heard that since then, the eight old guys above have never felt his anger anymore. Picking leaves sighed.

Chen Anzhi's heart was rarely sad, he quietly raised his head, thinking of the bright smile of the young man in the Confucian shirt, his heart ached, if he was really born, old, sick and dead, he might not be so sad, he was sad.

He Xianren, who was once famous for his benevolence, righteousness and morality, and calmed the dark turmoil with his own strength, became crazy in the stable world, and finally it was an unclear 'gloomy ending'.

A generation of storms, the lord of the world, ended up like this.

How many secrets are hidden in these three states and five places, and how many terrifying things beyond imagination will happen.

Even Chen Anzhi was a little numb at the moment.

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In the middle of the night, Shengang Town went to the left near the mountainside of the Nineteen Ghost Mouth.

A small temple was in tatters, the ground was covered with leaves, and a yellow-faced and thin-skinned woman led a little girl, all dressed in coarse cloth clothes, tremblingly walked to the Buddha platform and slowly knelt on the ground.

The dilapidated temple can not stop the wind, the Buddha statue on the altar has been eroded by wind and rain all the year round, and the painted paintings have fallen off, revealing the mud embryo inside, which is a very ordinary clay Buddha statue built by the people, not the golden body of the mountains and rivers of the government.

There was an unwritten rule in the Great Liang Dynasty that officials did not establish Buddhas.

In front of the Buddha statue, the woman took out three sticks of incense, lit them, inserted them in the soil in front of her, and then leaned down and bowed three times.

The old man in the official robe stood not far away with his hands behind his back, and came slowly, perhaps interested in the ruined temple in the deep mountains and old forests, he couldn't help but look at it twice.

The woman knelt down reverently, babbling something to bless her peace.

Lin Pingliang's face was embarrassed, and he looked at the old man in the official robe.

The old man in the official robe bowed slightly, and then slowly walked to the woman's side, only to see that the original lifeless clay Buddha statue gradually rose from the base because of the woman's prayer, lingering like two butterflies rising to the top of the Buddha statue.

The wrinkled face of the old man in the official robe showed a slight hint of mockery, he walked towards the Buddha statue, squatted down and asked, "Young man, are you worshipping the Buddha?"

A knowingly questioning sentence.

The woman finally stopped moving, raised her head, looked at the person in front of her with blank eyes, and nodded: "Yes, this is the golden body of the Dao Xuan Buddha." ”

The old man in the official robe said with a smile: "If this Dao Xuan is useful, he can't even discipline his own apprentices, and he can still manage the affairs of the world?"

The thin woman looked flustered, and hurriedly waved her hand and said, "You can't talk nonsense, the Buddha is watching from the sky." ”

The old man in the official robe sneered, stood up slightly, and shook the dust, "If your prayer is fulfilled, your son will not be killed by that demon monk!"

The woman's body shook violently, and she lost the last of her spirit, and if she lost her spirit, she couldn't hold it up.

It is said that the spirit and spirit can support people to persevere, whether it is a breath or faith, everyone has such a breath of spirit, and the so-called good death is better than living, and the same is true.

The woman was sluggish, her body slowly fell down according to the Shentai, her eyes were lost, and her mouth was full of bitterness, "What can I do, the old lady in the family is seriously ill, and there is this little granddaughter at home, my husband is also a ghost for a while, and he heard that there are rare treasures in the mouth of the nineteen ghosts, so he wants to go inside and take some out to treat his daughter-in-law, we are a mustard, not as good as you high adults, and you can't live a hundred years like the gods on the mountain, so you can only worship the Buddha like this, and just have peace of mind." ”

The woman's words, broken thoughts, like stars falling into the water, ripples in circles, fell in the ears, very light, but in the bottom of the heart, it was very heavy.

The old man in the official robe didn't speak, he walked forward and raised his foot unceremoniously.

In the panic of the woman and the child, the old man kicked over the Buddha statue, and the one-foot-high Buddha statue fell backwards like this, with a loud bang, and at the moment of touching the ground, it fell apart.

Stir up layers of dust.

The wind is coming.

Skimming over the ends of the hair.

In the dust and mist, the monk in the robe, the faint light bloomed behind him, he folded his hands in front of him, hung a string of Buddhist beads from the tiger's mouth, and whispered: "Nan Wu Amitabha." ”

The old man in the official robe was not afraid, turned his head and sneered: "Just you, a monk, are embarrassed to really receive incense." ”

The monk Faxiang couldn't see any expression, and recited the Buddha's name again, completely dissipating in the air, after all, it was just a wisp of incense, and he couldn't do anything.

The old man in the official robe spat on the ground, faced the mother and daughter, and shouted after a little thought: "Lin Pingliang." ”

The parents who were called by their names hurriedly stepped forward, but they promised to do so, knowing that they could not escape responsibility for this matter.

The old man in the official robe sighed and said: "There are too many injustices in this world, I know that as a parent official, you need to be careful about big and small things, so naturally you can't manage it, but..."

The old man changed his words and said, "If you encounter one, you have to take care of one, do you know?"

Lin Pingliang couldn't help nodding, "I will settle the life of this mother and daughter." ”

At the same time, when the monk disappeared, a terrifying roar suddenly erupted from the deepest part of the mouth of the Nineteen Ghosts, as if a brute had been hit hard, and let out an unbearable low roar.

The old man in the official robe looked into the distance, fell into a daze, and suddenly murmured: "There is a reason why the Great Liang official does not establish a Buddha." ”