Song Ciwan was frightened, and there was actually "someone" leaning behind her silently!
At this moment, Song Ciwan subconsciously made two actions, one was to accelerate his escape technique, and the other was to immediately mobilize the power of his soul to display clear vision.
Clear vision allows her to naturally sense various qi states within a hundred feet of her body without looking back.
However, the terrifying thing is that both the acceleration of the escape technique and the use of clear vision actually failed at this moment!
She seemed to be trapped in an invisible quagmire. The thick air seemed to have become a huge water tank, and heavy pressure was squeezing towards her from all directions.
Mingshi was suppressed to about a foot around his body, so that Song Ciwan could only vaguely sense that there seemed to be a shadow of a woman behind him. She was dressed in a gorgeous dress with a high bun, a white face and black lips, a delicate body, and sad eyes... She lay flat on Song Ciwan's back as if she had no bones.
An indescribable and mysterious aura gradually spread.
Song Ciwan felt it, this was weird!
This strange aura is very similar to the strange aura that the convoy came into contact with when passing through Hanqiu Mountain.
In Huailing City, something strange appears at night?
But can’t weirdness leave its birthplace?
Hanqiu Mountain is not only a strange dojo, but it should also be her prison!
How did she escape from the cage and walk into the city at night?
While thinking, Song Ciwan clenched his left hand into a fist at his side. He was ready to summon the Xuandu Seal of Life and Death at any time, while silently carrying the technique of transmitting the law.
She no longer tried to look back, but stood where she was, and suddenly sighed: "Idiot!"
Two simple words, but like morning bells and evening drums, carrying a simple and long-lasting sound, wafting into the night.
The art of spreading the law is slowly moving.
Behind Song Ciwan, the woman looked stunned.
Song Ciwan said: "When the deity comes down, there is a lower way, a middle way, and an upper way. I wonder what way laymen want to hear?"
The woman asked: "What is the lower way, what is the middle way, and what is the upper way?"
Her tone was faint and charming, but she seemed to have an extraordinarily gentle and elegant tone. It seemed like a truly lost person was asking Mr.
But Song Ciwan knew that the person behind him was not a good person, and if he gave a bad answer, he would suffer backlash.
The night wind drifted by, bringing with it a cold chill. Song Ciwan calmed down and said in a slow tone: "The lower path is the art of praying and cursing. When people are powerless, they pray to the gods, offer sacrifices to heaven, and curse their enemies. In order to pray for a miracle from heaven... Of course, the final result can only depend on God's will."
"Is this the lower realm?" the strange woman frowned and said, "God's will is both cold and insubstantial. No wonder it is said that praying to heaven is the lower realm."
Then she said in a daze: "But those people, they pray to heaven every day, they pray to Buddha every day, and they blame everyone and everything, don't they know that this is the lower realm?"
Song Ciwan did not comment, only said: "The middle way is the art of asking for help. If a person can ask for the right person, and with the help of others, he may be able to escape from the predicament and relieve the suffering. However, other people's minds are also erratic and unpredictable. , he can help you or harm you at a moment's thought. Although he has the intention, he may not be able to do it."
The strange woman said: "Yes, even though he has a heart, he may be powerless... He really has a heart and is powerless!"
In this last sentence, the tone gradually became sharper.
The chill in the air is getting colder and colder.
The strange woman's mood fluctuated, and her gentleness just now seemed like a thin paper mask that could be torn to pieces at any time.
Song Ciwan didn't know when she would lose control, so he immediately said: "So, lay people know? Although the rain is heavy, it will not moisten the grass without roots; although the Tao is broad, it can only help those who are destined. If people don't save themselves, God can't save them. !”
"What did you say? You said I won't save myself?" Finally, the woman's eyes rolled, and a moment later, she suddenly screamed.
She was lying behind Song Ciwan, and her originally ethereal body instantly became extremely heavy, like a boulder, more like a hill, trying to bend Song Ciwan's back and crush her bones!
However, Song Ciwan stood firmly in the moment, working hard with her powerful divine channel technique. She straightened her back and said proudly: "Self-rescue is the way of heaven, the way of heaven, and it is what our divine envoys want to spread to the world. Way!"
"Heaven moves in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement."
"God helps me with my form, and I relax my mind to make up for it."
"Heaven strangles me to meet them, and I promote my way to connect them."
"When heaven is about to entrust a great responsibility to a man, he must first strain his mind and will, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions. Therefore, tempting his heart and forbearance will benefit him beyond what he can do."
"Businessman, although the Tao is broad, it can only help those who are destined."
"Are you complaining about others? Or are you striving for self-improvement? Are you only seeking others? Or are you on the right path and understand that seeking others is better than seeking yourself?"
"You asked the Lord God what way he can teach you? The Lord God tells you the way, will you listen?"
One sound, one sentence.
In Song Ciwan's body, the zhenqi of the Zuowang Heart Sutra was rapidly depleted, but the invisible fluctuations caused by the technique of transmitting the law almost shattered all the meridians throughout her body.
She was preaching to Weird, but how could she not be preaching to herself?
Heaven is in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement.
This is the real way!
Song Ciwan listened, but wanted to hear the weirdness behind her?
The scales of heaven and earth appeared, and several balls of Qi were collected one after another: [A big city-level mutated and strange ghost spirit, with hatred, sorrow, and evil, weighing one pound and nine taels, can be sold. 】
[Big city-level mutated and strange ghost spirits, confused, happy, sad and hateful, weighing two pounds or one tael, can be sold. 】
[Big city-level mutated and strange ghost spirit, with sorrow, hatred, pain, and joy, weighing two pounds and eighty taels, can be sold. 】
[Big city-level mutated and strange ghost spirit, Wu, Wu, Wu, can be sold for three to two or seven coins. 】
…
Song Ciwan could hardly hold on any longer. Weirdly, he had some realization, but the pressure behind Song Ciwan became heavier and heavier.
It's like changing from one mountain to two mountains.
She whispered, almost drinking from between her teeth: "Idiot, letting go of the past and redeeming yourself is also the way to save yourself! If you suffer from yourself, God will not pity you, but if you save yourself, God will also respect you, you understand Yet?"
boom!
After saying this last sentence, a ray of lightning loomed in the dark sky.
In the deep night, ink clouds gather.
Behind Song Ciwan, the strange woman let out a silent scream. She covered her face with her hands and kept shouting: "Ahhhh--"
The cry was inaudible to mortals, but it almost pierced Song Ciwan's eardrums.
The scales of heaven and earth appeared again: [Big city-level mutated and strange ghost spirits, sad, happy, sad, one pound or one tael, can be sold. 】
Weird ran away, before lightning lit up the night.
At that moment, the strange woman disappeared.
Song Ciwan staggered, threw forward, and almost fell to the ground.
Then, I saw thunder falling on the sky, and along with the thunder and lightning, there was a seemingly inconspicuous spiritual light, which suddenly fell on Song Ciwan.
Song Ciwan felt pain all over her body, but she was stunned.
What is this falling from the sky?
It was actually a spiritual light from heaven!
I apologize to my friends. The weather in Guangdong is too hot and the author suffered from heat stroke. Today’s update is late. However, there will still be a guaranteed second update, but it will be later. Friends, you can check it out tomorrow morning. Thank you for your support, pen core~
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