Zhao Wujiang's breathing became rapid for a moment, and at the same time he felt a palpitation in his heart.
He finally remembered why the furnishings in the blacksmith shop looked familiar.
He had seen this blacksmith shop in his past memories.
When Zhao Wujiang was a child, half of his spine was devoured by the Loulan Holy Gu in Southern Xinjiang. In order to save Zhao Wujiang, his father Zhao Changyuan went to the Sword Tomb to ask for a sword, obtained the divine weapon Tian Jing, and replaced his spine with the sword body.
The blacksmith shop at that time was exactly the same as the blacksmith shop here now.
Bellows, sword furnace, burning fire.
This feeling of suddenly remembering where he had seen similar scenes made Zhao Wujiang couldn't help but feel palpitations and his breathing gradually became rapid.
It seems that someone is blurring his will, and it seems that the mottled memories of the past are peeling off, and it becomes increasingly difficult for him to recognize who he is...
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"Awu..."
In the forbidden area of Butian Pavilion, a pair of eyes passed through billions of miles of space and saw Zhao Wujiang with his cheeks twisted together.
The old man with double pupils had an unusually hoarse voice, as if it spanned eternity and was full of vicissitudes of life.
He saw the hidden blue sky that Lu Zhong said, and he saw what Sword Master Xuying was confused about.
He slowly closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall into deep sleep again.
But this time, He forcibly opened his eyes, his eyes were like torches, and he looked in the direction of the Middle-earth God's Domain.
His eyes seemed to span the boundless space and come to the Li family in Middle Earth.
A beam of light shot down from the sky above the Li family, like a scorching sun burning Xiaoxiao in the darkness, and swept deep into the bamboo forest of the Li family. The green bamboos turned into fly ash, and the fish pond without fish exploded into countless pieces, and the pond overflowed with water.
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Zhao Wujiang let out a long breath. He felt too confused today. What went wrong?
He couldn't understand.
Could it be that he had too much sex, which caused his body to become weak?
Zhao Wujiang and the other three left this place.
The three of them were still taking their time.
The main reason is that both Li Chunjun and Xuanyuan Jing saw Zhao Wujiang's abnormality, and wanted Zhao Wujiang to rest more, relax his mind, and get rid of clutter.
After a short rest, the three of them continued towards the 14th level of Lotus Heaven.
The fourteenth level of Daolian Secret Realm is different from the previous ones.
There are no rolling green mountains or dilapidated cities. There are only temples and Taoist temples scattered here and there.
Temples and Taoist temples are almost in ruins.
Zhao Wujiang randomly walked into a temple, and almost all of them were dilapidated Buddha statues.
Similarly, when he randomly walked into a Taoist temple, the statues of Tianguan Daojun were also in tatters, and some even fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
If it were in the past, Zhao Wujiang would definitely not stay at this level, but since he gained a lifelong understanding of the talismans from Zhang Lindao, he has become very interested in the Taoist talismans.
In particular, he has read Taoist "Tao Zang" and has done some research on Taoist magic, so when faced with familiar things, he always inadvertently takes a second look.
This fourteenth level of Dao Lotus Heaven seems to be the place where Buddhism and Taoism compete for morality.
The three of them walked around, and soon Zhao Wujiang noticed a strange building.
Half is a Taoist temple and half is a temple, a strange yet harmonious combination.
At the entrance of the temple, there is actually a statue of a faceless demon.
Zhao Wujiang was very interested and walked around the demon statue. The demon statue was placed in front of the Buddhist gate. No matter how you looked at it, it was outrageous.
"Donors, please be careful." A compassionate voice suddenly sounded next to Zhao Wujiang and the others.
At some point, a young monk appeared next to them.
The young monk was wearing a gray-blue gown and had light green hair on his head. He looked delicate and handsome, but when he looked at the eyes of Zhao Wujiang and the others, there was a kind of maturity and vicissitudes that was very different from his appearance.
"The three donors are destined to my Buddhist sect, why don't you go in and have a look?"
The young monk bowed slightly and made an invitation.
"Tell me about a predestined relationship?" Zhao Wujiang put his hands in his sleeves.
The little monk clasped his hands together, his eyes changing:
"Reincarnation."
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep:
"Then you have to go in and take a look."
