Yusha

Chapter 167 The Fading Temples in the Mirror Are Already Spotted (Fourth Update!)
Tiantai Dao City, in a quiet room.

On the wide cloud bed, in the silence and darkness, Chunyu Huai lay flat on it stiffly, until a certain moment, when he slowly woke up from the painful sucking sound.

She seemed to have fainted on the cloud bed for a long time, the moment she opened her eyes, Chunyu Huai put one hand on the bed, sat up slowly, and at the same time, put another hand on her forehead superior.

It's not just a gentle kneading, Chunyu Huai's knuckles on the center of the eyebrows have turned white with such force, as if through this kind of powerful pressing, Chunyu Huai's mind and thoughts can be taught to come from the depths of the soul. Break free from the severe pain passed on.

It was still not just the confusion after a long period of fainting, and even with the exquisite control of his own lightning techniques by Fan Lao of Shen Xiaozong in the past, there was no injury left when he pulled out his soul at that time.

In the short silence, accompanied by the continuous sound of painful sucking, Chunyu Huai soon came to his senses, and with the clarity of her mind and thoughts, what became real at the same time was her own... The severe pain bursting out from the source of the soul.

The pain began to become real, no longer so hazy and vague, but specific to every flash, every fluctuation of Chunyu Zhi's feelings and thoughts.

boom--!boom--!boom--!
It was one continuous roar of thunder after another, just like Chunyu Huai's pain!
It seemed that that was the root of Chunyu Huai's long slumber and fainting, it was also the root of her pain, and it was also the root of her having to wake up after bearing this pain to the limit.

Gradually, in the rumbling thunder, in the source of the constantly trembling soul, it seems that with the intermingling of trembling and pain itself, in a flash of Chunyu Huai, the overlap of the two seems to be a real The real power of thunder appeared in the virtual form.

And this real thunder hit the Lingtai in Niwan Palace at this moment, and hit Chunyu Huai's real soul.

In the next moment, the wind and cloud swelled like the opening of the world, like the splash of all the colorful spiritual lights, and it spread together with Chunyu Huai's majestic thoughts and ideas.

And at this moment, along with the moment when the majestic thoughts and thoughts spread, what spread along with it was the continuous sound of thunder.

At that moment, it seemed that the voices of tens of thousands of people murmured vaguely and resounded through Chunyu Huai's Niwan Palace, resounding above the Lingtai!
"Heart-eating Curse—"

"On the nine-story altar, in the eight-treasure purple mansion."

"Turning thousands of kalpas and staying in Tingchang, mastering ten thousand dharmas and being named Danxia."

"Cross the magpie bridge and sway the rain, and cross the Kunlun to conquer the dragon and tiger."

"..."

Almost instantly, Chunyu Huai clenched his fists tightly and hammered the cloud bed below him again and again, clenched his teeth tightly, and kept squeezing the sound of breath from the gaps between his teeth. Finally, he couldn't hold it back. Containing the anger in his heart, he completely slumped on the cloud bed and cursed.

"Sincerely enter the mother! Enter the mother! Enter-the-mother-of!"

"The one who lives in Tingchang and Danxia is that old godly woman, and she is not dead, so why come here and mess with me?"

"Auntie... Master Dao, can I spread the rain, or can I fall into the dragon and the tiger while entering into the other mother's side?"

"Scum in the gutter! A fool who can't get on the stage! A hyena who has cultivated his brain into dung!"

Ru Shi cursed angrily for a long time, and he was almost hoarse for a while, and then he hugged his head tightly in pain, rolling on the cloud bed one after another in pain.

Perhaps it was the anxious and angry words at that moment that finally reminded Chunyu Huai.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, she froze in place again.

"That's right! My mother should be the one who read this "Heart-eating Curse"! How did you find me?"

She already knew that her mother had not died.

At this moment, in a flash of thought, Chun Yuhuai tried his best to arouse the thoughts and ideas that could still be aroused, and couldn't stop thinking about the confusion in his heart.

After all, he was also a direct disciple of Tingchang Mountain, a genius Genmiao who was raised under Danxia's mother's lap since childhood, as long as he was not in a state of madness, Chunyu Huai would still be a very sober figure.

Especially at this moment with the severe and painful torment, Jiao Chunyu Huai desperately hoped to understand this problem.

So, in just a short time of getting acquainted, Chunyu Huai already had a guess——

The person who recited the "Heart-eating Mantra" didn't have any good intentions when he struck the mind and soul with thunder.

And it was clearly written on the incantation, this is an incantation directed at Danxia's old mother.

Then it must be a malicious person who is using this method to plot against Danxia's mother. No matter what the purpose is, the malice towards the old mother should not be faked.

Then is there a possibility that the old mother has already suffered through it, maybe she suffered a loss, maybe she couldn't bear the disturbance, so she resorted to some method and hid herself.

Only in this way can it be clearly explained why such curses were directed at his own mind and soul when his mother had not died.

Because Gai took up the Taoist body of his eldest aunt, he inherited Chun Yuzhi's practice foundation, and in the continuation of the Dharma lineage of Tingchang Mountain, those who have the qualifications to master ten thousand dharma to sit in Tingchang under the mother of Danxia, ​​will be It should be Chunyu Zhi.

Even Chunyu Huai has to admit that the essence of the present is not Chunyu Huai's resurrection from the dead. From the beginning to the end, he is just living for Chunyu Zhi. Apart from the soul and spirit, everything from Taoism to luck , all belonged to Chunyu Zhi.

But Chun Yuhuai, who wanted to understand this level, immediately had a nameless rage burning straight to the top of the sky!
Is he protecting Danxia's mother from disaster?

Thinking of this, Chunyu Huai felt far more uncomfortable in his heart than he was being calculated.

But then I thought about it, if I insisted on something that even the great monks in the Golden Core Realm could not avoid, wouldn't I want to put myself in it again.

Dead Daoist friends do not die poor Daoists!
Others can't feel Danxia's old mother when they recite the "Heart-eating Mantra", that's because they only have mantras. When necessary, the old mother used a secret method to avoid it.

But he, Chunyu Huai, is different. Regardless of Chunyu Huai's or Chunyu Zhi's identity, they first established the "Heart-eating Curse" after they had a legal inheritance with their mother and a causal connection with the dojo. of contact.

The only thing that can stop them from bonding with each other is the separation between life and death.

"Hey... my half-truth and half-fake pill realm, with small arms and legs, can't bear such a heavy karma. If there is any calamity to be resolved, old mother, you can do it yourself!"

When the voice fell, enduring the severe pain, in the same place, Chunyu Huai sat on the cloud bed, like sitting on a Dharma platform.

"Heart-eating Curse—"

"On the nine-story altar, in the eight-treasure purple mansion."

"Turning thousands of kalpas and staying in Tingchang, mastering ten thousand dharmas and being named Danxia."

"Cross the magpie bridge and sway the rain, and cross the Kunlun to conquer the dragon and tiger."

"..."
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Tingchang Mountain, inside the palace on the top of the mountain.

In the huge Taoist hall, Danxia's old mother is shaped like a dead wood, with gray hair slightly loose, she stares blankly at the distant sky, as if looking at something from the distance, but it seems that after the body and mind have completely decayed, decay and old Teach her to be sluggish, the afterglow of the years and time that is about to end is mixed in the sunset, and falls on Danxia's old mother through the window lattice.

She just watched these quietly, passively and helplessly bearing the helplessness and bitterness after Shaohua passed away.

Just by chance, the silk threads spread across the Taoist hall, and the jade talismans tied by the knots formed by the silk threads collided with each other slightly in the gentle wind, making a crisp sound.

It seemed to be some kind of fairy music, and it made the smoky hall come alive again. Even Danxia's old mother listened quietly, and a kind smile appeared on the old face.

She seemed to see the verdant top of Tingchang Mountain through her cloudy eyes looking towards the sky, and saw the girl who sparked fire in the morning sun and then danced lightly.

However, suddenly, for a certain moment, the smile on Danxia's mother's face suddenly froze.

In the middle of nowhere, a vaguely male but not male, female and not female recitation of the "Heart-eating Mantra" hangs from the mirror wheel hanging behind her head, and is transmitted directly to Danxia's old mother. In mind.

In an instant, there was another crisp crashing sound.

Half-suspended in the air, two strands of spirit jade that were originally crystal clear and extremely tough broke apart in the slightest collision with the gentlest wind.

The jade talisman shattered, and the moment it fell on the cold ground of the hall, there was another crisp sound, and then it shattered into jade shavings and powder in an instant.

And this is like turning on a switch.

Immediately, crimson fireworks appeared for no reason, scrolling the threads of spiritual light that were connected to the four walls and intertwined with each other in the sky.

One thread after another was turned into ashes and dust under the calcination of the fireworks, more and more jade charms collided in mid-air, and shattered in the clear and crisp collision sound like a fairy melody. It fell to the ground, splashing jade chips and powder all around.

All of a sudden, as the huge Daoist hall began to become a mess, the mirror wheel behind Danxia's mother's head hung again, and it was not only the voice of chanting that seemed male and not male, and female and not female. up.

boom--!
It was the continuous sound of thunder that fell from the mirror wheel to Danxia's mother's mind.

In the next moment, a very obvious look of sadness flashed across Danxia's old mother's vicissitudes and cloudy eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the old mother seemed to suppress all the emotions that were about to surge out in a flash.

She calmly stood up slowly from the lotus altar, and the immeasurable divine splendor hung down from the mirror wheel, reflecting all kinds of expressions, as if under the light of the red sun, the colorful mist and haze had enveloped her body stature.

Raising her hand again, Danxia's old mother fished for the mirror wheel behind her head.

Immediately, the hazy silhouette of a hollowed-out jade pot emerged from the immeasurable divine splendor, and suddenly, at an unknown time, Fu was held in the hands of Danxia's old mother again.

When I looked again, in the old mother's old eyes, there was only pure fighting intent, and that fierce murderous intent!
(End of this chapter)