On the blood spots, this is a sign of incorporating the merits and virtues of a hundred people into one's own body. As long as these blood spots finally converge into one point at the Palace of Life, this will be done. And this formation is closely linked with the Jiangshan Bone Burial Formation. Once this formation is completed, I am afraid that Jiangshan Bone Bone will not be able to change it.
Previously, when the national teacher stopped chanting, these blood spots would stop moving. At this time, on the face, these blood spots seemed to be alive. Even if the national teacher did not continue chanting, they were still moving up slowly. on.
Xuan Min lifted the monk's robe and immediately shot.
At the moment of his hand, the circular formation shook violently, and the huge waves swept up, rushing towards Jiang Song Mountain, covering the entire Black Rock Beach under it.
For a time, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and the river shook.
However, Xuan Min was unable to gain the upper hand for a while, and he still had one unsolved copper coin, and for some reason, in the tricks, he and the national teacher had a strange sense of involvement, not the kind of thoughtful implication like Xue Xian. , but no matter what move falls on the opponent, the effect always seems to be diminished.
What's more, in Jiāo's hands, he has to keep other places under control at all times, so as to prevent the river from overturning and flooding the sky.
Of course, the national teacher also couldn't help him. So that the two sides struggled to confront each other, but they were always high and low.
The copper coin in Xuan Min's hand was getting hotter and hotter, and the one that had not been lifted was buzzing constantly, so hot that it was almost scalding. It seems that one more trick will completely melt it.
The blood spot of the national teacher has passed the crowd and is moving towards the eyes. No matter how outstanding his appearance was, he couldn't resist such demonic traces, and his whole face looked strange and terrifying.
Xuan Min was always paying attention to the blood spots in Jiāo's hands. He found that the blood spots moved faster and faster. Once they reached the upper half of his face, it seemed as if he had opened a certain hole, and it quickly crossed the cheeks. bone.
Then there are the eyes.
Then the brow bone.
The copper coin in Xuan Min's hand trembled suddenly, and the last restriction was suddenly released at the last minute. The old leather shell fell to the ground, and the oily-yellow copper skin was completely exposed...
The overwhelming tide of memory generally flooded over.
In his memory, he returned to his childhood, still copying scriptures in front of the hall. The short table was specially prepared for him, just right for his size. He is writing, writing in one hand, and his posture is skilled. He is obviously young, but he seems to have done this kind of thing a thousand times.
At that time, copying the scriptures was not to make him familiar with the scriptures, nor to calm down. After all, he was a cold child who did not like words since he was a child. He copied the scriptures just to practice his handwriting, so that his handwriting was similar to that of the handwritten scriptures.
But the strange thing is that even if he doesn't practice, his handwriting is very similar to the handwritten scriptures.
He copied a page, remembering these oddities, he raised his eyes and glanced at the national teacher beside him, and asked, "Master, who copied this scripture?"
The national teacher condensed the fingers of the copper coins and glanced at him. The eyes were blurry in the dimly lit corner, making Xuan Min unable to understand the meaning. After waiting for a while, he heard the national teacher indifferently say: "The same lamp."
Xuan Min was stunned: "Same lamp?"
The national teacher made a sound of "um", still holding the copper coins.
The oily light flashed through his hands, full of aura.
Xuan Min was a little puzzled: "Master copied it?"
"I've said it many times, don't call me Master." The national teacher replied without raising his head, then paused and replied, "This book was copied by the same lamp."
"Previous?"
"The position of the national teacher is actually passed down from generation to generation, but it is all one person to the outside world. Naturally, the name of the law remains unchanged. They are all the same lamp. I am the third." The national teacher said, and after a while, he said: "In the future , you are also the same lamp."
When he said this, his expression was also hidden in the shadow of Yin in the corner of the room, which seemed a little dark and unclear.
Xuan Min was stunned, although Xingzi was not hot, he was not very old after all, so he was still a little curious: "Then... what is the original name?"
He wanted to call the National Teacher Master, but remembering what he said earlier, he omitted this title.
The national teacher said lightly: "Zu Hong, maybe it's by the side, forget it."
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He also remembered the first time he called himself Tong Deng, when he was nineteen years old, and there was still a trace of youthful air on his face. He carefully put the human skin mask on his cheeks, and put on a layer of animal pattern mask, and led the vast team to Mount Tai.
Since then, he has appeared as a national teacher more and more times, because Zu Hong began to feel a little out of his mind, and his age has arrived.
He saw in his various memories that he was in charge of the Taichang Temple completely, and he felt a bit like an old dream. If Zu Hong had never changed his mind, he might have