The ghosts scrambled to crash into the shield, and then it looked like an ice cream that had been scorched and melted by the scorching sun on the hottest day of summer. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Watching the last ghost Zizi in his field of vision melt and disappear, Monk Daozhen fell to the ground with a sigh of relief.

After waiting for a while to confirm that no more ghosts had slipped through the net, Monk Daozhen removed the protective shield and retrieved the bowl.

All that's left is the aftermath.

The so-called aftermath refers to the erasure of mortals' memories during this time.

There has always been such a tradition in the world of immortal cultivation, and mortals are never allowed to be aware of the existence of immortal cultivators, because this will lead to a lot of unnecessary troubles and affect the orderly life of the mortal world, and the most important thing is to let mortals know the existence of immortal cultivators, which will make immortal cultivators bear the burden of cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao, resulting in setbacks in their cultivation.

Monk Daozhen sat on the ground and raised the bamboo flute.

He still had the strength to play the last song, which was originally intended to be used to blow away the spell flute used to kill the enemy, and now it was just right to play the forgetfulness spell.

The Forgetfulness Spell is a spell flute that has been passed down from the heavenly realm to erase the memories of mortals.

As early as when the Daozhen monk blew the first sound of the bamboo flute, Wang Yihuai was stunned.

At this time, she suddenly hesitated and tentatively shouted: "Li Daozhen?"

It was a name that popped into her mind, and she shouted in a trembling voice, as if her soul was vibrating with it.

Monk Daozhen's body trembled, and he slowly turned his head.

This was his common name when he was not a monk.

Looking at the unforgettable white clothes and the face similar to that of the previous life, the monk Daozhen forcibly collected the turbulent mind, lowered his head and put the bamboo flute to his lips, and began to play the mantra of forgetfulness.

"Don't let me forget. Wang Yihuai's eyes were full of pleading and sorrow, and the memory engraved in the depths of his soul gradually became clear, but it slowly became blurry and hazy because of the flute music in his ears.

I'm sorry, please forget about me.

Monk Daozhen said silently in his heart.

He made a grand wish in front of the Buddha and dedicated this life to the Buddha, just to seek the peace and happiness of the woman in white for generations, if he repented of the wish he made back then, it will inevitably make the wisher and the recipient suffer the backlash of the wish, this kind of backlash of the wish power is not even controlled by the Buddhas themselves, it is a punishment from heaven.

It doesn't matter if he lives or dies, but the happiness of the woman in white is extremely important to him.

In order for her to be happy, Monk Daozhen was willing to give up a lot, even to make her forget herself.

As long as you're okay, then I'm fine.

Monk Daozhen looked at Wang Yihuai, who had fallen asleep in the flute music, and thought like this.

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I don't know if it's because he has been suppressing it before, Jiang Fenghan, who walked down Qingcheng Mountain, began to cough violently.

Discarding the worn-out peach talisman in the grass on the side, Jiang Fenghan took out the wine gourd with trembling fingers and took a big sip.

The liquor entered the throat, and the wine went down the throat, like a flame, burning Jiang Fenghan's throat was hot and hot, and after the heat subsided, Jiang Fenghan's body became warm, and people were a little tired, and their steps were slightly frivolous and casual, looking lazy.

Stepping on the mountain forest that few people have set foot in, here has gone out of the range of Qingcheng Mountain, the moonlight has returned to gold, and gently draped the light and shadow on Jiang Fenghan's shoulders.

He walked up the hill and came across from the old man in his sheepskin robe.

There is a stone bench there.

Without any inquiry, Jiang Fenghan sat down directly.

Then, he looked at the chessboard on the stone table in front of him and began to think, looking a little like he was in a daze.

"If it were your master, he would never dare to sit directly and boldly opposite the old man like this, he would think a lot, calculate a lot, and even if he thought he was very safe, he would continue to stand cautiously. The old man in the sheepskin robe suddenly raised his drooping eyebrows and said.

Jiang Fenghan smiled and said: "Master, the old man is thoughtful, he thinks about failure before he succeeds, and he is serious about his old age, which is exactly what young people of my generation should learn." I dare to sit down and talk to you, but with the enthusiasm of a young man who is not afraid of heaven and earth. ”

He knew the old man's chess skills very well. At that time, the Zhaowu chess saint, who was known as the first in the ages and was undefeated in chess, was in the prime of life, and the old man in sheepskin robe in front of him traveled east to Japan, and played ten chess games in succession with the chess saint, with five wins and five defeats, which was comparable. Such an old man with good chess skills, anyone who plays chess with him face-to-face will have tremendous pressure.

The old man in sheepskin fur applauded: "This is what I admire about young people, who are energetic and dare to fight as long as they see hope." ”

"If I don't fight for everything, I won't be reconciled. ”

Jiang Fenghan looked at the old man opposite, who was a legend in the immortal cultivation world, and said.

This old man in a shabby sheepskin coat called himself "Three Buckets", and it was rumored in the world that he boasted that there were only ten buckets in the world, and he had three buckets alone. Few people know that the true meaning of this "three buckets" is actually "endless fun with the sky, endless fun with the earth, and endless fun with people". Even fewer people know that most of the bloody storms set off by the old man in the rivers and lakes have nothing to do with interests, but they all stem from his aggressive temperament and hobby.

"This spelling is good, you dare to come to Jinguancheng alone, this is fighting, and you really won. The old man Sandou sighed with emotion.

Jiang Fenghan said lightly: "It's just good luck." ”

The old man of Sandou nodded and said, "It's indeed good luck, if it weren't for the little guy named Song Qiu who suddenly jumped out of the crack in the stone and brought two companions whose origins and names are unknown, I'm afraid that you would lose at most with the Qingcheng faction." ”

"This is also your original plan, isn't it?" Jiang Fenghan asked rhetorically.

"Not bad. The old man of Sandou calmly admitted: "Your junior disciples are eradicated" "But aren't you curious about the background identities of Song Qiu and his two friends?"

"If you can't figure it out, you don't have to think about it, I just need to know that we're teammates on the same page. Jiang Feng said coldly.

"Just because you're a teammate this time doesn't mean you'll be a teammate next time, and it doesn't mean you'll always be a teammate. The old man's eyes shone with a deep and distant light.

Jiang Fenghan was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "Then let's talk about it then." ”

As he spoke, Jiang Fenghan began to cough violently again.

Seeing Jiang Fenghan covering his mouth, pouring down a sip of wine to suppress his cough, the old man Sandou said, "You are about to die." ”

Jiang Fenghan smiled, stared at the wrinkled face of the old man Sandou and the gloomy Yin Tang seriously, and said solemnly, "You are about to be killed." ”