Zhang Zhengyang, who was inside the barrier, saw the demon being subdued and twisting and struggling, no longer restrained. He saw the three calm-looking people sitting cross-legged on the ground with fierce eyes. He approached and raised his palms to press down on the ceiling of two of them.
When he lowered his palm, his hands were restrained and restrained. Zhang Zhengyang was surprised and said the restraint mantra!
At this time, Wang Wanzhi's body collapsed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, dyeing the gray cloth covering his face red, and the low-fanatic sound that lingered around the world also stopped.
The struggling demon seemed to break free instantly, and rushed towards Zhang Zhengyang even more frantically.
At the same time, the expressions of the three people sitting cross-legged began to distort again.
Zhang Lingluo saw the mystery. While Wang Wanzhi was using the blessing mantra and the handprint mantra, he used another mantra to control his uncle and shouted: "Uncle, don't cause trouble and affect Mr. Wang."
What Zhang Lingluo responded to was a scream from Zhang Zhengyang. His body was imprisoned, and he was slapped by the demon. He hit the edge of the barrier and was seriously injured, sharing the same fate as Liu Guangmu.
Seeing that Zhang and Liu were about to die tragically at the murderous hands of the demon, Wang Wanzhi's handprints changed, and the Sanskrit and Sanskrit vowels appeared again.
Heaven and earth return to peace.
"Thank you, sir."
Lu Zi called out, and Xie Fu walked up to the couple and called "Master Xie Ting", but he didn't know what to say.
Xie Jing smiled: "Mr. Xie, our acquaintance was too short, and we didn't have the chance to have a good chat over wine. This canopy ruler is my treasure, and I give it to you now to commemorate our acquaintance."
Lu Zi's delicate body trembled when she heard this. She knew what it meant for her husband to give away this canopy ruler, and she looked at her husband with sad and pleading eyes.
Xie Jing, however, held up the canopy ruler with both hands without even looking at Lu Zi.
Xie Fu seemed to sense Xie Jing's determination to commit suicide, so he didn't take it for a long time.
Xie Jing smiled: "Mr. Xie may not know the wonderful use of this canopy ruler. This canopy ruler is made of thunder-struck jujube wood. It is a magical weapon that people in the literati dream of. Just like the sword in the hand of a swordsman, it can defend oneself. Killing enemies can also slay demons.”
Xie Fu gently touched the canopy ruler with both hands, but did not take it, "In my eyes, this canopy ruler is just an ordinary ruler. In the hands of the emperor, it is called the canopy ruler. The emperor keeps it. "
Xie Jing smiled faintly: "I don't have any use for him anymore. I have to find a good owner for him." As he spoke, his fingers trembled slightly, as if he was reluctant to part with him.
Xie Fulang said loudly: "Your Majesty, with all due respect, do you think your Majesty has already planned to abdicate himself?"
Xie Jing laughed loudly: "The things I did today have shamed Wen Ting and the world. I am afraid that I will no longer have the face to live. I am afraid that Mr. Xie will look down on me in his heart."
Xie Fu said: "In Xie Fu's heart, the court master is right."
Xie Jing looked surprised.
Xie Fu added: "But today the court master did something wrong."
Xie Jing asked: "What's the matter?"
"Brother actually wants to commit suicide."
Xie Jing said calmly: "What's the point of surviving?"
Fu Xie changed his title and said kindly: "Brother, listen to me, since you are not tolerated by Wen Ting, why not just leave Wen Ting without any restraints. With my brother's literary cultivation, I can save one person with every step I take." If you follow the faith in your heart and fully display your ambitions, wouldn't you be happy and free?"
Xie Jing was surprised and seemed to be vaguely persuaded.
Xie Fu continued: "Brother, there are still many people in this world who are waiting for me, the living god, to come to rescue me. If I can see clearly and don't care about the stigma attached to me, wouldn't every step of my good deeds be the same as what Wen Sheng originally did?" act of kindness.”
"My dear brother, these words of yours have enlightened me. I almost died in vain. You are right. I am not afraid of death, and I am not afraid of stigma."
Xie Jing actually stood up as he said this, as if he was full of vitality in an instant, and said to Fu Xie: "It's just that now that I'm gone, I don't know when I'll be able to see you again, but I don't even have the chance to have a drink with you."
Xie Fu laughed: "Brother, this glass of thick wine that sticks to your original intention has already made me drunk."
"My dear brother, it's such a pleasure to meet you."
The couple left hand in hand, and two Confucian masters in green stood in front of the couple.
Xie Jing held the canopy ruler in his hand and said proudly: "Although I am exhausted at the moment, you two can't stop me."
They used to be comrades, but now they are enemies rather than friends, and there is no explanation.
The two Confucian masters in blue gave a respectful salute: "Your Majesty, please go slowly."
Then separate on both sides and get out of the way.
Xie Jing laughed heartily and happily.
"Madam, I can't do anything against you. You told Xie Xiandi everything just to prepare for him to persuade me."
"Ms. sir, from the moment you mentioned his name and the expression in your eyes, I knew that you two were of the same mind, and I knew that he could convince you."
Lu Zi said, and then said softly: "Actually, I don't know what's going on."
Xie Jing asked: "Why don't you persuade me?"
"Because I am your woman."
Wang Wanzhi originally came here with the body of a seriously ill demigod in his arms. However, due to the changes just now, his chakras were damaged. Under the force, his mind was on the verge of falling, and blood oozed from his eyes.
The connection between heart and brain meant that her life was in extreme danger.
Since the last visit to Piaomiao Peak, Mr. Yuan Jing has missed the appointment, and Wang Wanzhi has been very disappointed.
According to her understanding of Mr. Yuan Jing, Mr. Yuan Jing is definitely not a person who breaks an appointment. Based on the deep friendship between the two for many years, she firmly believes that even if Mr. Yuan Jing is seriously ill, he will drag his tall body to see him. .
What she is more worried about is that Mr. Yuan Jing has...
After returning from Piaomiao Peak, Wang Wanzhi could no longer wait for the completion of the Suzhou water conservancy project, so he went to Yangzhou in person with a reckless heart.
After some inquiries based on the correspondence address, she found Yuan Ming's private school. Mr. Yuan Jing was indeed as she had imagined, an old gentleman with a cool face.
It's just that the private school has been abandoned, and the good friend and brother she wanted to see died of old age and illness a few months ago.
She came too late and could no longer see her childhood sweetheart who had supported her in spirit and walked with her during her lonely and helpless years.
Tears flowed out of the eyes along with blood, and it was no longer clear whether they were tears or blood.
After returning to Suzhou, Wang Wanzhi ran through the streets and alleys during the day to continue improving the water conservancy project. She knew that her time was limited, and before she died, she had to leave something behind, as the relics she and Mr. Yuan Jing left in the world.
In the evening, I picked up a pen and wrote down the words of condolence.
Suffering from illness every day and sadness at night, he was already as thin as a stick in less than a month.
When Lu Zi sent someone to find her today, Wang Wanzhi got up from the hospital bed.
Today is also the day of her death.
Brother, Wanzhi is here. On the road to Huangquan, if brother walks a little slower, Wanzhi can catch up, filling Wanzhi's regret at seeing her brother's brilliance.
With a sound, a mouthful of blood spat out from her mouth, and the blood-stained gray cloth on her face fell lightly to the ground like dead leaves that were no longer alive.
While everyone was exclaiming, they saw Wang Wanzhi's face clearly. It was a face made of skin and bones. Blood was still oozing from the seven holes of this face at this moment. It was very scary, just like a hungry ghost who had just climbed out of hell.
But when they saw this face, no one showed any expression of disgust. Instead, they felt a majestic reverence in their hearts, and they called out Mr. Wang loudly in their hearts.
They didn't know how many times they had heard the words "sacrifice oneself for others". After hearing it too many times, they even felt that such an action was very stupid.
Only Wang Wanzhi at this moment could give them a strong shock. She was so calm and seemed to be doing something insignificant.
It was as insignificant as using her life to gently lift up a little girl who had fallen.
It's not worth sacrificing Wang Wanzhi to help three people overcome the catastrophe. It's not even worth it to prevent Zhuang Sheng Temple from flowing into a river of blood. No matter how many people die, it's not worth it.
There is only one legend, and there is only one woman like Wang Wanzhi in the world.
Even a person like Zhu Jiuchun, who is free to do good and evil, looks at Wang Wanzhi's figure at this moment as if he is looking at the majestic Avalokitesvara, full of solemnity and solemnity, unparalleled in the country, unparalleled...
Xie Fu watched Xie Jing and his wife leave. He suddenly heard an exclamation and turned around suddenly. The moment he saw Wang Wanzhi's face, he was shocked.
In just over a month, he had become very skinny and skinny. When he saw Piaomiao Peak that day, although his face was sallow and his muscles were thin, his face was sparkling and full of vitality.
What is the reason that made you become like this in such a short period of time, brother? Is it that strange cold disease?
Wang Wanzhi's hands were changing into seals, and her pale and bloody lips seemed to be muttering silently, but the Sanskrit vowels filled the sky and the earth continuously.
Blood flowed from his closed eyes, and his expression was calm and peaceful, just like the compassionate and universally saved Guanyin, shedding blood and tears.
Although Xie Fu was a little concerned about this Wenting Temple Fair like ordinary people, he always had the attitude of staying out of the matter. Only at this moment did he want to do something to help Wang Wanzhi.
He actually said with a tone of asking for help: "Miss Zhang, what should I do?"
Zhang Lingluo had always been laughing and scolding, taking everything seriously, but now she said with a serious expression: "No, Mr. Wang seems to have been suffering from serious illness. He is already critically ill. I'm afraid he will die before he finishes reciting this mantra. "
Xie Fu said: "What to do?"
Zhang Lingluo shook her head and sighed, no one could stop what Wang Wanzhi wanted to do.
Xie Fu shouted loudly: "Brother, stop..."
Wang Wanzhi's expression remained the same as before, as if she hadn't heard anything. The only thing she responded to thanking Fu was the Sanskrit and Sanskrit vowels...
Xie Fu called him by his name: "Wang Wanzhi, stop!"
Everyone was surprised when they heard this. They actually called Wang Wan by her first name. No one saw her calling her sir disrespectfully.
However, when he saw Xie Fu's serious face with an anxious expression, he felt relieved. He also wanted to say "Wang Wanzhi, stop" in his heart, but his admiration for her had already been deeply rooted in his heart, and he had no right to point out.
Xie Fu's voice was pleading: "Wang Wanzhi, please stop..."
In the end, he called me gently like an old friend.
Wan Zhi...Wan Zhi...
Wang Wanzhi seemed to hear a distant call. The call was so cordial, like an old friend and a relative, which made her feel warm and happy in her heart.
The lonely soul has a partner, like two childhood sweethearts under the tree, you and I speaking unscrupulous childish words.
He chattered about ordinary things every day.
Wang Wanzhi is so happy, so happy.
She is not Wang Wanzhi, she is just a child. She does not have to endure daily pain and suffering. She can also take off her cold mask and be an ordinary little girl.
Whether I am already on the road to hell, sir, you are waiting for me in front and calling me.
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