Since then, Lian Zhao seems to be ill. At first, I could walk into the yard and bury a jar of wine under the locust tree. In the end, she could only lie down, her breath was like a gossamer, and she closed her eyes all day long. If it wasn't for her still breathing shallowly, others might have thought that the body lying here was already a cold body.
During this period, doctors also came to see it, but they didn't know what kind of disease Feng Lian Zhaosheng was suffering from. Only one traveling doctor came to see him and said that Feng Lianzhao was a man who had been dead for ten years.
"Lian Zhao, don't be afraid, I will definitely find a famous doctor to save you." Changsheng said so, gave Lian Zhao a firm look, and then he carried his burden and wanted to travel far. Qu Yixiang wanted to follow, but Changsheng stayed behind to take care of Lian Zhao.
Once the longevity is gone, it is half a year. No audio during this time. Feng Lianzhao has been lying on the couch for nearly half a year. She eats liquid food every day. She has lost her luster, her eye sockets have begun to sag, and even her skin, which was white and tender, has begun to wrinkle. He looked like a fifty-year-old man.
Qu Yixiang came in with clear water, fed Lian Zhao a few sips, and couldn't help lying on the couch, crying, and saying sorry. Lian Zhao looked at her, still wanting to speak, wondering if she didn't have the strength to speak, or if she didn't want to speak.
She looked indifferently at Qu Yixiang, who was crying into tears, and looked at the locust tree outside the window. Qu Yixiang followed her gaze and dug out a jar of wine from under the locust tree under Feng Lianzhao's gesture. Feng Lianzhao insisted on drinking, but Qu Yixiang couldn't beat her, so she had to pour a bowl. In between, Lian Zhao took it and drank it all. She, who usually snarls when she drinks her own wine, let out a long sigh from her throat.
For some reason, her eyes brightened again, and she could even walk down the ground. She simply dressed and changed before going out.
Qu Yixiang stopped her, almost begging bitterly: "Lian Zhao, I beg you, as long as he dies, we will be able to put his name on the immortal class. We will never be like this again. No ghost."
As if Lian Zhao didn't hear it, he bypassed her and walked out firmly.
Qu Yixiang fell to the ground behind her, sobbing.
Having said that, the woman in red did not continue to speak. Only then did Meng Eqi realize that in just a short while, the wine jar had bottomed out by her. Fan Taichu stretched out his hand to grab the wine jar, saying that he would also fill himself a cup. Who would have guessed that when the wine jar was tilted, there was actually a human pinky finger as the wine flowed out!
Fan Taichu was startled, and immediately rolled over from the bench.
The red-clothed woman had a normal expression, and she held the wine cup and drank the wine with her pinky finger in one gulp.
Meng Qiqi's stomach rolled and felt a little uncomfortable.
A gust of wind suddenly blew the door and closed the door. The woman in red took care of herself and continued to finish the rest of the story.
Feng Lianzhao walked into the Guanyin Temple, knelt in front of Guanyin, closed his eyes and thought about something sincerely. The huge Guanyin Guan, let alone good men and women at this time, even the guards who serve the incense are not there.
Lian Zhao spoke slowly: "The bitch Feng, who was murdered by robbers ten years ago, her body was stuffed into a wine jar and buried under the locust tree, and they even let the demons seal my soul, with the locust tree pressing down, Feng Shi almost lost his soul and would never be reincarnated. With a grudge in his heart, his body did not rot or rot for a long time. At this moment, the good man of the ninth generation broke through the evil field and gave Feng Shi a chance to escape. Although at that time, Feng Shi It is already a dead person. Knowing that the yin and yang are separated, but vainly trying to absorb the essence of the locust tree into essence, and still want to stay in the yang world, use the aroma of wine to cover up the rotting smell of the body and avoid the ghosts. I have already destroyed my true body, and my Taoism has disappeared. I would like to blame Master Guanyin, the scumbag Fengshi is a lonely soul, but it is not easy for a good person to cultivate for nine lifetimes. The long-lived good person survived this disaster! Feng Shi voluntarily lost his soul and will never fall into reincarnation."
After Feng Lianzhao finished speaking, he kowtowed heavily.
It turned out that the jar of wine that Lian Zhao called Qu Yixiang to move out was the last place she stayed in the world. She destroyed Jin Yuan and traded the rest of her reincarnation for the life of a living Buddha. The so-called good people in the ninth generation have done good deeds in the ninth generation. It is said that when the tenth generation is full of merits and virtues, they can become Buddhas, free from the six realms of reincarnation, and will not die or perish.
Usually such people are more likely to attract the attention of ghosts. Qu Yixiang is one of them. She just wanted to use the little demon who cultivated by good people. She had practiced Taoism for a hundred years, and she didn't care about little devils like Feng Lianzhao.
Everything was in her calculations, she cast a spell so that Feng Lianzhao could not afford to lie on the bed, pretended to propose a famous doctor in a certain city, and persuaded Changsheng to go. Changsheng believed it to be true, but Feng Lianzhao saw it in his eyes, but couldn't move. In the end, he had to destroy his real body Jin Yuan and come to seek Master Guanyin.
At this time, Qu Yixiang had already stumbled and caught up to the Guanyin Guanyin. Before she could enter, she was hit by a golden light and flew far away. She clutched her aching chest and looked at Lian Zhao, and saw that Lian Zhao was in the Guanyin Guanyin without anything at all, but kept kowtowing. With her movements, the skin on her body was slowly peeling off. She seemed to have no idea, and kept reciting something.
Guanyin is like a low-brow and kind-eyed, holding a still bottle, sitting cross-legged on a lotus. There was no movement, just the Guanyin statue was looking at Feng Lianzhao softly, or maybe it was looking at the world in the world.
The Taoist priest surnamed Jiang came out of nowhere, took away Qu Yixiang, sighed, and he said as a mute: "Even if you lose your mind, after he becomes a Buddha, you will not know who is for him, never Fall into reincarnation."
Lao Dao's figure flashed and disappeared. Turning to look at Feng Lianzhao just now, there is not even a half-person figure, only her clothes on the ground, and there is a little invisible fine dust on it. Once the wind passes, there is no trace.
Unexpectedly, Feng Lianzhao did not lose his soul, but at a certain time, his body was reshaped again. By chance, she finally knew why Changsheng didn't come back.
The woman in red finished her last sip of wine, her red lips parted slightly, her expression indifferent: "Changsheng is on the way to search for a panacea for her,
Road encounter black shop. The store looked ordinary, but it actually used sorcery in private to nourish the monsters in the store with the blood of living people. Changsheng, is to die in such a store. "
The woman in red stood up slowly, her fingertips stroking the table: "When Changsheng came to Cuiweiju and was killed, I don't know if he panicked. Before he died, he was worried about Feng Lianzhao or Qu Yixiang."
The red-clothed woman turned her head, her eyes flashing with fluorescent light, her face pale. Only then did Meng Qiqi notice that her clothes were still dripping wet, and the wine smell was stronger.
"Forgot to mention," she slowly hooked her lips: "My name is Feng Lianzhao."
Meng Qiqi couldn't hold back, a chicken leg spurted out of his mouth, made a beautiful arc in the air, and fell to the ground.
Meng Qiqi met Feng Lianzhao's cold eyes, and immediately waved her hand: "Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong, I'm not laughing at your story. I think I seem to have seen this routine in some script, so what do you mean? Are you the wronged soul who has been hiding from ghosts for more than ten years?"
Feng Lianzhao frowned slightly. Seeing Meng Qiqi's attitude, he was neither surprised nor frightened. He secretly guessed that he just didn't make it clear.
Meng Qiqi sneered at Sheng Jiayan and lowered her voice: "Your Majesty, you can't manage this well, and you actually let this ghost run for more than ten years?!"
"It's the responsibility of black and white impermanence, what to do with this king." Sheng Jiayan's brows were still, and his tone was lazy.
Feng Lianzhao looked completely dumbfounded, what did this man and woman whisper to each other! ? Did you take her seriously? Co-authoring what she just set up is all in vain? No sense of being afraid at all? !
By the way, there is one more person! Feng Lianzhao turned to look at Fan Taichu, who had just turned over in fright. The latter had already got up and patted the dust, and cast a pitying look at Feng Lianzhao: "Miss Feng, it's been too hard. As you mean it. Why is Cuiweiju still harassed by ghosts and gods since he secretly does things with ghosts and gods?"
"It's not because the shopkeeper of Cuiweiju can't find a living soul to worship." Feng Lianzhao responded coldly, and immediately remembered that this seems to be not the point. Some sullen to Fan Taichu: "Aren't you afraid of me? I'm not human."
Fan Taichu waved his hand: "There is nothing to be afraid of in the small things, there are no wonders in the world, Miss Feng has a sweet temperament, and Fan admires it. It is also fate that we met here now, but it is a pity that the shopkeeper of Cuiweiju is not here. I think you can't take revenge now."
Feng Lianzhao slapped the table next to him with a palm: "Whoever wants to seek revenge, I'm here to find you. It's hard for Cuiweiju to go on, if you guys get through today, Cuiweiju will become prosperous in the future. What? I wouldn't call him Ruyi."
As soon as Feng Lianzhao finished speaking, a violent wind came from behind her, and she suddenly ducked to the side.
Feng Lianzhao looked back in panic: "The Soul Locking Talisman? Are you a Taoist priest!?"
Sheng Jiayan slowly withdrew his hand, and his right hand continued to seal quickly, ignoring Feng Lianzhao's words at all.
The opponent's spiritual power is so strong that Feng Lianzhao can't even detect his true strength. She stepped back again and again, and her thoughts turned in her heart: "I know where the monsters sacrificed in Cuiweiju are."
Sheng Jiayan's movements stopped for a moment, and Feng Lianzhao hurriedly hit the railroad while it was hot: "I know how to draw it out! That monster is cunning, you can't wait here just by waiting here."
Fan Taichu said inappropriately, "Miss Feng, you just said you wanted to stop us."
Feng Lianzhao gave him a beautiful white eye, secretly scolding this idiot for being troublesome.
"I changed my mind. As long as the monsters leave, Cuiweiju can no longer make food that confuses people, and naturally it will not become prosperous again. It is the same as my original purpose."
Meng Qiqi looked at her, tiptoed to Sheng Jiayan's ear and whispered: "Why don't we trust her once, she sounds like she knows a little about Cuiweiju. If the shopkeeper knew that there were man-eating monsters here, he would lie to us. Staying for one night is likely to use us as bait. Why don't we let her have a look together, and then His Majesty will find her to settle the affairs of the underworld. "