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"This is already the sixth hexagram, do you want to continue?" Li Qingshan asked. Although Han Qiongzhi has not mentioned it, it is about the life and death of a Fa school disciple. Most of them have been asked Mabuyi to calculate. It's not a search mission, but a rescue mission.
Searching for the living is also searching, and searching for the dead is also searching.
Xiao An has gradually become proficient in the use of "Seven Signs of Yunji", but the six hexagrams in a row are all signed, and there is no trace of vitality at all. But the reason she refused to give up was because it was strange.
If Qian Rongzhi died, the location of her body should be able to calculate an approximate location. However, the hexagram shows that she seems to be trapped in hell. This is the most incredible place.
Hell is certainly the home of all souls, but even the divination technique of sackcloth can not touch another world.
"I want to make the last divination."
"Okay." Li Qingshan nodded. Although the spirit turtle has some power to predict and perceive, he is now at most two-ninths of the spirit turtle, and can feel the crisis of life and death at most.
When he was in Gufeng City, he was trapped in the black lotus altar master's big formation, and there was no warning sign. It was because of the instinct of the demon that he realized that the situation was wrong at the last moment, and he could not escape. Of course, he still felt that the induction was not enough. Keen, the result is indeed surprising.
Xiao'an holds virtual hands in her hands, and the seven types of qi, yin and yang, five elements, are combined and condensed in a wonderful way, as if they are evolving the vitality and changes of all things in the world, coming from the fate of the fate.
In the end, a cylinder is condensed, in which thousands of colors blend and swirl in a special law. It looked like a kaleidoscope, and it seemed to have formed a variety of images, pictures, and words, but Li Qingshan felt dizzy after only one glance.
A thin bamboo stick slowly rises from it, and the stick will disintegrate. Xiao An suddenly held the sign in his hand, as if holding the fate in the future.
Yunji seven signs. Derived from the oldest seven-star divination, one sign and one life, knowing the good and the bad. Know the past and the future.
Li Qingshan couldn't see the doorway, and wondered to himself if he used the tortoise shell to calculate. Then Xiao An is now asking for a sign and asking for divination. Of course, he didn't know that the six-line divination technique used by his dream lover, Gu Yanying, was based on copper coins.
Naturally, this sign is not a real sign, and there will be no difference between signing and signing. It is a message that emerges from a changeable destiny. For destiny itself, there is no difference between good and bad, life and death. What goes up and down is just the hearts of the people.
Xiao An closed her eyes and frowned, trying to liberate her greatest imagination to interpret the message in this sign.
Destiny will never tell you plainly: "Hey, Zhang San. Today you are going to be unlucky." Even if this simple message contains ten times more information than an encyclopedia, it is more than the impressionist painter after drinking. His paintings are a hundred times more difficult to understand.
The main job of the diviner is to interpret these messages and tell the interrogator: "Hey. Zhang San, you are going to be unlucky today. It is best not to go out."
But this is just a time-limited question, the glittering bamboo sticks, constantly flickering and twisting, quickly dissipated in Xiao An's hands.
Li Qingshan asked: "How?"
Xiao Ann opened her eyes and frowned. Yun Ji's seventh lottery was based on the previous six lotteries. This seventh lottery was the most accurate one. She finally found this ray of life in the hexagram full of hell. Even nine deaths are not counted as a life, like a lone lamp in the storm, it will go out at any time.
Li Qingshan listened to Xiao An's explanation, and pondered for a moment: "Do you want to find her?"
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The fly confirmed the source of the smell and danced cautiously for a few laps, but did not find a figure of its own kind, which made it a little uneasy.
But it couldn't resist the temptation of this smell, driven by instinct, it flew to the open eyes of the "corpse".
In an instant, something seemed to swim through the eyes of the "corpse", and the eyes of the "corpse" rolled abruptly.
It fell to the ground silently, ending its short life, lying on the ground with many of its kind.
After being awake for a short time, his eyes turned slightly, observing the surrounding scenes. With this, she could know how long she had stayed, her mind was completely shredded, and she felt like the biggest liar, making her think that she had been here for hundreds of years.
Reason can only play a modest role, as if picking up rubbish in the ruins, trying to rebuild a city is ridiculous and futile.
However, the long-lost sense of time was recovered, and the memory returned to about three months ago.
The noon sun, struggling to shine through the green canopy, into the forest, floating on a wide and shallow stream.
She stepped into the creek, shocked the silence, concentrated on searching for the whereabouts of the troll beast, trying to forget the original purpose, but she couldn't.
Spring is strong, but her heart still stays in that cold winter. She can't forget the chaos. She has achieved nothing for months. Every day she feels relieved, but there is another force that keeps pulling her into the quagmire.
She almost wanted to give up, walked thousands of miles away, and found a place where no one knew her to start again. But there is the art of divination in the world, and that person may have nothing to do with Gu Yanying, but it couldn't be easier to find and kill himself.
She stopped in the middle of the creek. Crossing this creek was the depths of the forest, full of dangers. At this point, the mission could be declared over.
"Are you looking for someone?"
Just when she was about to turn around, a gentle voice stopped her. The voice came from a man with a face as gentle as the voice, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and the black vestment on his body was like a dark night, broken. The hem of his clothes swings slowly with the stream.
She sighed softly, as if relieved, the real crisis she had been waiting for had already come.
Then he slowly turned around and saluted: "Subordinate Qian Rongzhi has seen the lord of the Black Lotus Altar." Finally, I saw the white lotus cult, the first person under the Virgin.
"Qian Rongzhi, do you dare to come?" Before the black lotus altar master could speak, a little girl in white walked out from behind him. She seemed to be no more than five or six years old. The chill made her blood seem to freeze, and she couldn't say a word. Yes, this is Our Lady of White Lotus, the source of her fear all the time.
"I, you seem to have been looking for us?" Black Lotus Altar Master said curiously. Qian Rongzhi came out. They didn't know it, but they were worried that it was a trap. He tried his best to stop Bai Lian from stepping into that possibility. In the trap. It is unnecessary to expose their whereabouts for a little Qian Rongzhi.
To this day, he can no longer contain her anger before he will show up. That Master Gu is not someone with such patience. Her posture that she doesn’t even bother to chase and kill also means that she is no longer able to kill. The former enemy is now in sight, yes, the game is over.
Qian Rongzhi immediately knelt down and knocked his head into the water: "Yes, Qian Rongzhi was under the control of Gu Yanying and made a big mistake. He must die, and he came here to apologize to the Virgin and the lord of the altar!"
"Don't mention that name!" the little girl screamed.
"I'm no longer the altar master, I'll call it Black Lotus!"
"I'm still the Mother of White Lotus!" The little girl screamed again.
"Well, you are still the Mother of White Lian." Hei Lian bent down and said as if to coax a child, then straightened up, rubbing his temple in distress and said: "I want to let you go, but can you make a decent one? The reason is that the current Mother of White Lotus is getting angry, which is really uncomfortable."
Qian Rongzhi opened his mouth to speak, and Hei Lian raised his hand and said, "I don't want to listen to your lies, please treat me with sincerity, okay? In order to let you understand the seriousness of the problem, from now on, if you say one more word Lie, I will kill you."
"I don't want to hear her say, Hei Lian, you will kill her for me, kill her!" Our Lady of White Lian kept stomping her feet, stomping the stream splashing all over.
Hei Lian grabbed the little hand of Our Lady of Bai Lian: "Hurry up! Our Lady of Bai Lian can't wait any longer. She stood up, looked into my eyes, and told me, why are you here?"
Qian Rongzhi stood up and looked at Hei Lian's pure and dark eyes. There was no more word in the prepared words, because every word in it was a lie.
"I want to find a way out."
"Don't think about it!" Mother Bai Lian kicked the water fiercely.
Hei Lian smiled and said: "Very well, we have one thing in common. There is no doubt that killing for hatred is meaningless. Of course, not everyone thinks so." For example, the little White Lian beside him, just Can't wait to devour the traitor Qian Rongzhi alive.
"I'm very curious, why are you not affected by Qing Lian's heart technique?"
Qian Rongzhi said, "Probably because I have practiced charm..."
"Qing Lian Zhuo's Mind Technique is not a charm technique, do you know its origin?"
Qian Rongzhi shook her head, she didn't even feel that the technique had any effect on her.
Heilian said that there was once a great monk who was able to read through the vicissitudes of life, and saw that all sentient beings were all obsessive people. He lamented and created a method to implement his own understanding into the minds of others, so that they can be Suddenly, he realized it.
Even a foolish and mediocre person can comprehend the supreme truth of Buddhism and no longer suffer from the troubles of the world. The name is "Taigu Empowerment**", and it is by no means a way of controlling people's minds by the magical way.
Qing Lianzhuo Mind Art came from this, there is no way to resist, because this spell itself is beneficial, after receiving the operation, it seems to open Su Hui and understand the past. From then on, there will be no spiritual bottleneck on the path of practice, until it reaches the ultimate level of the practitioner's cultivation. If Hua Chengchan received this technique, he would have successfully built the foundation a few years ago.
Qian Rongzhi just understood why people in the White Lotus Sect, as long as they have undergone this operation, all smiles, even if they are hit hard in the White Lotus Sect, they are not discouraged, and they seem to be filled with endless satisfaction.
Hei Lian said, "Can you tell me why this is?"
Qian Rongzhi lowered her head: "Actually, I also want to be like them." Since she was a child, she had had such a peaceful moment, and she couldn't remember it, frowned, and shook her head helplessly: "But, I I just can't be happy!"
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