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"Don't move." A cool male voice stopped the special department from helping, and stopped the soldiers from carrying people.

The thick-browed monk frowned, and if he didn't move his junior brother away, he would be back with him. I don't know what the youth means?

Lu Hanshuang said again, "You move people away, these three will feel better, and the remaining three will suffer even more."

The thick-browed monk frowned slightly. He was surprised and puzzled at the same time. Generally, those who can open the sky eyes have some spiritual power in their bodies to use them. How can young people guess the situation without cultivation?Standing behind them for a long time, I don't know how much I can understand?

Thinking of the young man who was still holding an umbrella when he got off the car, he might have expected the rainstorm, so he couldn't figure it out even more.The thick-browed monk glanced at the young man's arm from the corner of his eye until he sensed energy fluctuations from the umbrella. He thought he had found the answer, probably with the help of a genital organ.

The thick-browed monk was disappointed. No matter how well a warlock could see it, he couldn't resolve it. It would be great if his master was there.

The thick-browed monk glared at Su Changming who had led them the way earlier, and squeezed his eyes to signal: "Take it away!"carry away! '

Su Changming understood, but turned his head and asked the young man, "What do you think..."

The young man shook his head and said that there is no need to worry about it, "Moving away will only save people for a while, the harm will outweigh the benefits, and there will be endless hidden dangers for them!"

The thick-browed monk believed that the young man could not break the situation. Hearing what the young man said at this time, he couldn't help but feel angry. It is a bit sanctimonious for the younger brother, who was spared the burden, to follow him to his death.

What's even more exasperating is that when the young man said that, Su Changming hesitated, and waved his hands to let the soldiers go down. Although he didn't know the inside story, but luckily he reined in the cliff and didn't almost read it wrong. It was dangerous to be reminded by an expert. He believed in the young man's heart and character. With a moral appearance, the thick-browed monk almost vomited blood!

Lu Hanshuang caught a glimpse of the hesitation in Su Changming's eyes, "You can see for yourself."

What to look at?

Su Changming was puzzled when a young man wearing a hat walked up to him. He was slightly shorter than his height of 1.9 meters, but he had the illusion of looking up. In front of my eyes, like a leaf brushing willows, I said softly, "Open."

Su Changming felt as if he had been washed by water and snow, his eyes were clear and bright like never before.

"Let's go look again." The young man pointed to the square where the corpse was buried.

Su Changming looked at the dark sky where the body bags were empty, his expression changed drastically, "This is—"

The bystanders didn't know why Su Changming's face changed drastically when they saw it, and they looked at Lu Hanshuang one by one, begging silently.

With a flick of Lu Hanshuang's hand in the air, a wisp of breeze rolled up at the fingertips, which could withstand the violent wind and rain, and it blew to the old man and the three subordinates at a leisurely pace, entwining the four people's eyes like an invisible ribbon.

"Open", "Open", "Open" and "Open" sounded four times, temporarily opening the eyes of the four people, and re-presenting the scene covered by the boundary between life and death without code.

In the square, ghosts of the dead were vaguely crowded, hanging above the body bags.

The black resentment envelops the souls of the dead, leading straight to the sky, forming clusters of dense black clouds. It is also raining black in the world of the undead.

Golden Buddhist seals emerged from the mouths of eminent monks chanting sutras, and the seals supported the golden river sand, making the formations written in the river sand bright. Light.These dharma seals soaked in rain hit the dead souls, scorching the resentment and black smoke.

This is a cleansing of grievances - unlike Lu Hanshuang's use of merit to wash away grievances, grievances are sublimated into white smoke, and it is a comfortable experience soaked in warm water.

The eminent monk’s cleansing of grievances is a strong wash with cold water. Although the medicine is bitter, the souls of the dead will suffer unspeakably. The more they wash, the more painful they become.This resentment formed a cloud of resentment on the heads of the eminent monks, and it rained resentment, watering the bodies of the eminent monks little by little, corroding their cultivation.

Monk Jin Guang: Let me save, let me save!

Soul resentment: Don't read it, don't read it!

"It's a vicious cycle."

Lu Hanshuang said, "In this world, water evaporates and condenses to form clouds, and rain falls into rivers and seas. This is called a cycle. In the Yin world, the souls of the dead are full of resentment, and the rain of resentment is returned. This is also a cycle. Everything has a cycle, which is to renew everything. These The monks use their cultivation to help the souls of the dead to wash away their grievances, and the souls of the dead are so ignorant of the good intentions of the monks that they repay them with clouds of grievances, and the monks become a part of the cycle.”

Those who have attained the Tao can understand the root of all things, while the monks have superficial cultivation, they can only perceive the rising grievances, and they will not know the details.Liao Jie, who was seated at the top, twitched his eyelashes when he heard the words, as if he had realized something, but he was in a crisis and could only put it aside temporarily.

"If the monk's cultivation base is superb, if you use force to subdue him, the soul of the dead can only hold back no matter how unwilling they are. Unfortunately... they are overestimated."

Lu Hanshuang's tone was light and not harsh, but such a merciless statement of the facts made the square-faced monk feel a little ashamed. The thick-browed monk raised his eyebrows, and as soon as he got a little angry, he heard the young man say again slowly: "...But when you meet I count them luck."

What good?

The thick-browed monk was distracted, and a transparent umbrella flew out from behind. Like its owner, it flew slowly to the top of the monk's head, levitated and rotated leisurely, and a huge umbrella shadow appeared.

The violent storm in the sky was blocked, and the patter of resentful rain was also blocked. The pressure on the monks' bodies suddenly decreased. Because the resentful rain corroded too fast to keep up with the self-healing ability, it resumed normal operation. The third row of fainted three A monk moved his fingers and woke up leisurely.

It's a penis!It's not a yin organ that uses yin and filth as a medium to borrow force from the outside, but a yang organ that is manipulated by one's own cultivation? !

The thick-browed monk couldn't turn his head 180 degrees, so he raised his head and stared at the umbrella. This man is not an ordinary mortal or a warlock, but a serious practitioner!

Could it be that the young man's cultivation base is much higher than his, so he can't even notice it at all?The thick-browed monk was a little shocked and a little jealous. How old is this man? He has been practicing for half his life.The monk with thick eyebrows was distracted to speculate on the origin of the young man, but he didn't know when such a powerful figure appeared, and he seemed so profound at such a young age.

Lu Hanshuang took the umbrella from a soldier and was about to leave.

"Are you leaving?" Su Changming looked back at the pale monks soaked in the rain, very worried.

Lu Hanshuang glanced at the umbrella, "When the umbrella falls, remember to return it."

"I didn't mean that...I mean, why don't we go when the rain stops?"

The incomprehensible Lu Hanshuang's eyes slipped from the umbrella and fixed on Su Changming for a moment.Su Changming was seen embarrassed in his heart, as if all his little thoughts had nowhere to hide.

"The wind and rain in reality have little effect on them. As for the resentful rain—this umbrella can last for half an hour, if it's not enough for them to overcome these resentments..." Lu Hanshuang's eyes passed Su Changming and fell on the monk. The words are already obvious.

Liao Jie, who was sitting at the head, closed his eyes, but felt that his eyes had met, and Lu Hanshuang turned around and left just after a little bit of water passed by.

The old man hurried to catch up, and the members who did nothing to help had complicated eyes and stepped up to catch up one after another.After walking for a while, I couldn't help looking back, my eyes were closed, and I could only see the empty air above the body bag.Yang Yang and Liang Jia looked at each other, thinking for a moment.

The author has something to say:

Once you are on the list, new readers will flood in, and I will give you three reassurances.

[1]: Grandpa Patriarch has a cold temperament, and there is no possibility of compromise with the standpoint of "love disciple".

[2]: The setting of Gong is a bit brain-intensive (the supporting role column actually reveals a lot of information). , but it is not suitable for attacking, please wait patiently...

[3]: Before the confrontation between the two planes, the tone is relaxed, refreshing and non-aggressive, and the patriarch and grandfather are handsome every day and engage in sect construction.If the two planes compete for IQ to compete for territory, the patriarch and grandpa will not suffer.