After the little monk finished speaking, his eyes stopped moving and his body became stiff.
Finally, he fell straight to the ground and turned into a piece of drawing paper.
Zhao Wujiang shuddered, himself in the coffin disappeared, and the scene in front of him also changed.
He was still standing at the door of the temple.
"Old Zhao, do you want to go in and take a look?" Li Chunjun found that Zhao Wujiang had been staring at a certain place in the temple, and he thought Zhao Wujiang was interested in it.
"No." Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath and slowly shook his head.
"Wujiang, what's wrong with you today?" Xuanyuan Jing was worried. Zhao Wujiang was in a bad state all day long.
Zhao Wujiang frowned, shook his head slightly, and sat directly on the ground:
"I want to be quiet."
Xuanyuan Jing was confused:
"I'm here."
Zhao Wujiang smiled and raised his eyebrows at Xuanyuan Jing, pretending to be relaxed and indicating that he was fine.
He held his chin and used a way of thinking that he had not used for a long time.
What would I do if I were behind the scenes? What is my purpose?
Zhao Wujiang's heart surged.
If he really is a puppet on strings, what is the man behind the scenes going to do? What is the purpose of manipulating him?
His thinking is autonomous. The people behind the scenes cannot control his thinking, but they can influence it.
For example, emphasizing again and again that he is the reincarnation of a demon god?
So what is the purpose of this?
Let others believe that he is the reincarnation of the demon god, and let him believe that he is the reincarnation of the demon god. What do you want to gain by doing this?
As the reincarnation of a demon god, to seek something?
Do these things belong to demon gods?
So what did the demon god leave behind?
The Demon God left behind the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique, did he leave behind any other spiritual techniques?
Is there a body left behind? Are there any treasures left behind?
Are the people behind the scenes here for this?
The thoughts in Zhao Wujiang's mind kept surging, spinning faster and faster, thinking step by step, peeling off the cocoon step by step.
He is now in a state of divine soul, so the puppet's strings should be tied to the divine soul.
How can we remove these threads from the soul?
No wonder he sometimes feels sudden pain like needle pricks in some parts of his body. Could it be that someone behind the scenes is pulling the strings?
The place where the thread is located should be where you can feel pinpricks all over your body?
Zhao Wujiang's pupils were shocked, and he suddenly thought of something.
He murmured softly:
"Acupuncture? Taiyi Xuan Needle...the Zhao family's secret skill..."
The image of his third uncle teaching him earnestly to learn Taiyi Xuanzhen emerged in his memory. Third uncle emphasized time and time again that Taiyi Xuanzhen should not be lost.
Now it seems that there is another purpose.
Zhao Wujiang turned his left hand, and four silver needles appeared in his hand. He had not used the Taiyi Xuan Needle for more than a year.
He recalled carefully that he occasionally felt a sudden sting and pricked the silver needle down. As he twisted the silver needle, he seemed to feel the existence of something in his soul.
He picked it hard with a silver needle and blood flew everywhere.
Xuanyuan Jing looked at Zhao Wujiang in surprise.
At the same time, in the Middle-earth Divine Realm, deep in the Li family's bamboo forest that had turned into ashes, the old fisherman Li Weiyang, who was glaring at the sky, watched in horror as the fishing line of the fishing rod in his hand suddenly broke.
Not only that, all the lines of his fishing rods were broken one by one.
His face showed shock and resentment, and his face gradually distorted:
"You are a traitor! You are destroying yourself! Without the identity of the reincarnation of the demon god, you are nothing! You are nothing!!!"
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"He was never the reincarnation of the demon god."
In Lu Zhong's study, the paintings on the walls began to burn one by one. There were young monks, old men, swordsmen...
Lu Zhong sat in the fire with a peaceful smile and understood everything.
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In the forbidden area of Butian Pavilion, the old man with double pupils had distant eyes and a kind and gratifying smile:
"Awu..."
The old man laughed louder and louder.
On this day, Butian Pavilion was in turmoil, and a secret message spread among the elders and the pavilion master:
"Mending the Sky Pavilion, starting from now on, we will launch the Sky Mending Project."
