"Those who are about to fight are all arrayed in front."
Ji Hanyue silently recited the nine-character mantra of Tantric Buddhism in her mouth, then pinched it. A talisman burned on her fingertips, and the dust from the talisman was stained on her fingertips. There was a little gray mark between Shi Qi's eyebrows.
Then he looked a little worried and placed two unknown talismans on Shi Qi's body.
The red demonic energy on the monster's hand seemed to have eyes of its own. It bypassed Shi Qi and swiped directly towards Ji Hanyue's wrist.
"You are Taoist priests." Song Jingzhuo's voice suddenly became sharp, filled with uncontrollable hatred.
Shi Qiyan quickly pulled Ji Hanyue away, and the stone bricks on the ground were cracked by the red demonic energy.
If it really hits me, I'm afraid it will be bruised and bruised.
Gu Shiqiuhan unsheathed his sword, held it in front of him, and said loudly: "Miss, is this Song Jingzuo? We are disciples of the Divination Sect, and we are here for your brother Song Mi."
Before Gu Shiqiu finished speaking, a wave of powerful demonic power swept over him again. The demonic power spread like vines and attacked from all directions.
"Miss Song, if you have something to say, please say it, but don't do anything yet. We don't mean any harm."
Ji Hanyue reached out and held Gu Shiqiu's wrist, "Senior brother, put down your sword first, Miss Song, we are Song Mi's friends."
Gu Shiqiu put the sword back into its scabbard and reached out to block Ji Hanyue and Shi Qi.
Song Jingzou withdrew his demonic aura, held his head with his bright white hands, and looked at the three of them with an arrogant mockery.
"You look like you are only sixteen or seventeen years old. As for that little girl, you are less than ten years old. Where were you seven years ago, Song Mi's friends?"
"Before I want to kill you, go away, Gods and Buddhas. This is true. If you are just curious about what is on Mingyue Platform and who lives there, then you have seen it now and can go. There is no need to make up any more stories." Full of lies."
Song Jingzhuo stood on the bright moon platform, dressed in red and looking cool and cool.
After walking such a long way, Song Mi's sister Song Jingzuo was clearly in front of her, but she didn't know where to start.
They were chased by the Living Bodhisattva, and together with master and disciple Xunchuan Tanyuan, they killed the Living Bodhisattva.
From the small words, I learned that the Living Bodhisattva was once a seventeen-year-old boy named Song Mi.
He was pushed and pushed by the refugees in Cangzhou to feed the Buddha. He was poured with hot iron water until his blood and flesh were mutilated. He could not speak or hear. He turned into a monster that was neither human nor ghost. In exchange for the quelling of the flood.
The benevolent Gods and Buddhas only need this person's life and suffering to save all sentient beings.
They sealed up Song Mi's lingering thoughts and came to Chang'an, trying to transcend this lingering memory and give Song Mi a chance of reincarnation.
But as time went by, Song Mi, who was originally just a remnant to them, slowly pieced the pieces together, and inadvertently glimpsed the life of a young man named Song Mi.
To Song Mi, they may be just strangers.
Seven years after his death, trying to intervene in his life...
The long-gone time and the long-gone young man are irretrievable.
Man follows the earth, earth follows heaven, heaven follows Tao, and Tao follows nature.
Whether you choose to leave this obsession behind is the wrong thing to do.
With this obsession, I will disturb Song Mi’s sister Song Jingzuo who has become a demon...
Does it all really make sense?
Ji Hanyue fell silent and held the silver bracelet on her wrist with her fingers. There was no pattern decoration or any engraving on it. You couldn't even find it if you didn't look closely.
It is better not to form a relationship, which will only increase the sadness...
Her fingers trembled slightly, and she felt that her Taoist heart was turbulent, with a vague tendency to fall into the realm.
Gu Shiqiu noticed Ji Hanyue's movements and asked in confusion: "Junior sister?"
Shi Qi saw that the purple light covering Ji Hanyue's body slowly dimmed, as if it was covered with a layer of dust.
"Let's go, senior brother, I'm confused."
"Junior sister? Your fingers..."
Ji Hanyue's fingertips were dripping with blood. There was obviously no wound, but the blood was dripping down.
Shi Qi looked at the dejected Ji Hanyue. She could detect the deep depression in Ji Hanyue. She didn't know where it came from, but it must be related to Song Mi.
"Master, what Senior Sister is bleeding is from her fingertips. Senior Sister is a talisman cultivator, and the blood on her fingertips is where the most spiritual energy is used to draw talismans. If this continues, Senior Sister's cultivation will decline."
The system said heartbrokenly in Shi Qi's mind, "My poor senior sister was offended by Peony Demon's words. Monsters don't have any good things."
Shi Qi didn't have any other handkerchiefs on him, so he took the white handkerchief given by He Luoshu and pressed it on Ji Hanyue's fingertips.
Shi Qi, a socially fearful programmer in the shell of a child, decided to stand up for his senior sister.
Shi Qi has her own way of living, but she does things that are inconsistent with her way of living.
"Sister Song, senior sister and Song Mi are really friends. She didn't lie to you. After the golden color of the Living Bodhisattva was broken, a trace of residual thoughts was left behind. My senior sister used magic to store him in the bracelet."
"Cannian said, Sister, the peonies in Chang'an are blooming. Let's go see them together. If Cannian can be solved, he can enter reincarnation, so we came to Chang'an. We want to find Song Mi's sister and help him solve the problem. read."
"I heard that people can only be seen at Mingyuetai at night, so I came here to try my luck."
"Maybe you can't see him, but I am a cultivator and I can see him. When my senior sister is practicing sword practice, he always holds a jade bone fan in the shade of the tree, gently fanning him with a cool breeze. Feng. Even so, can’t we call them friends?”
"Now, he is standing here." Shi Qi pointed at Ji Hanyue's side, where a blurry black figure stood beside him.
In the bright moonlight, Song Jingzhuo walked down from the top. She looked intently at the silver bracelet on Ji Hanyue's wrist.
Ji Hanyue raised her head and looked hesitantly in the direction pointed by Shi Qi's fingers. It was empty except for the night wind.
Song Jingzuo reached out to Ji Hanyue and touched the silver bracelet.
Then his fingers seemed to have been burned, and his eyes widened in surprise, his body shook slightly, and a line of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"Sister Song, if my senior sister is not Song Mi's real friend, then are you his real sister? Maybe I should call you, Flower Demon." Shi Qi's face was cold, and his dark eyes looked directly at Song Jing. Play.
"Humans like flowers, because flowers will bring the message of spring. If she can no longer hear the message, then I will wait here for her until I wait for him. After all, I will meet... the person who should come back. "
In Song Jingzuo's hand, a perfectly bloomed eight-thousand-year-old camellia appeared, with long leaves and slender leaves, and complex petals. She held the flower branch and handed it to Ji Hanyue, "My brother, please forgive me for being rude. "
