Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 597 – There is a monk who has not fully developed his hair
During the day, Qin Yin carried the tools for carving and polishing stone statues, climbed to the cliff, and carved the outline of her heart that would never be erased stroke by stroke, engraving her most beautiful appearance on the cliff.

Every day, he carved a stone relief of Li Qingmei, and before he knew it, hundreds of stone carvings appeared densely on the cliff, all with the same face, either sitting or standing, or smiling sweetly, or Looking intently, it was every moment Li Qingmei left in Qin Yin's heart during his lifetime.

As night fell, Qin Yin would go back to the temple alone, recite the mantra for Li Qingmei, or fetch the shadow puppets that looked like him and Li Qingmei, pretending that he was talking to his wife, pretending that she had never left his house. around
Underworld.

Granny Meng sealed herself in the enchantment she set up. In this enchantment, only her consciousness can dominate, so there is no need to worry about anyone being able to spy.

At this time, she looked at the countless water mirrors in front of her, and she burst into tears.

Those water mirrors are all the same woman, but with different makeup and posture, and there is always a familiar figure beside those women, those water mirrors gradually turn into white mist, and finally the remaining water mirror floats in front of Granny Meng.

She stretched out her hand to gently wipe away the tears, and looked at the man in the water mirror. Although he was gray-haired, he was still firmly holding a carving knife to describe her face stroke by stroke on the cliff. She trembled and stretched out. She stretched out her fingertips, wanting to wipe the tears of lovesickness on his cheeks.

He was such a proud person, and when he cried like a child, she couldn't help but feel the pain in her heart.Swinging the mirror weakly, it hurts to look at it even more.

"Qin Yin..."

She couldn't control her grief any longer and cried loudly.

For thousands of years, she can only relieve the pain of lovesickness through these countless illusory water mirrors.She can only hide in her own world.To express true emotions.

In her own enchantment, even if the land falls and the ground cracks, the outside world cannot spy any clues.

Just when Po Meng was secretly sad, suddenly there was a stabbing pain in her heart, she hurriedly wiped away the tears all over her face, and immediately removed the barrier.

In front of her eyes is still the Naihe Bridge that has not changed for thousands of years. Her last soul has returned to the underworld again.

"Oh, how many times is this?"

She lightly shook her head with some self-deprecating, although every tens of thousands of years, this kind of heart-piercing pain would be staged again and again, but she had no complaints or regrets.

"Meng Yong, don't forcefully gather souls this time! I'm worried that your three souls and seven souls will not be able to withstand the repeated fragmentation and reunion. If they disappear, it will not be worth the loss!"

A jade-crowned man in black clothes stood beside Granny Meng at some point. He was extremely handsome, but there was a chilling death around him.

"Mingjun, please help me protect the law and set up the enchantment again, just once, if I still can't gather the soul this time, then I won't have any extravagant hopes in the future."

"Hey, you can do it yourself."

There are countless tens of thousands of years in the past, and every time the soul flies away, it is shocking.

For tens of thousands of years, Meng Po's soul has not been fully condensed, but has been condensed twice, but each time, at the moment of successful condensing, the red lotus fire appeared again without warning, killing the three souls. The souls burned by the seven souls flew away, turned into countless soul fragments, and scattered into the three thousand worlds.

Because she bears the scourge that can never be resolved, the hell is not empty, and the scourge is indestructible.

"Let's start, before he withdraws his efforts, if he is a little later, he will definitely find out."

At the last moment of his life, he was carving the last stone statue of her with perseverance.

……

At this time, Qin Yin, wearing a shabby monk's robe, fluttered in the cold wind. Standing in front of the stone carvings full of statues of his wife, he couldn't help coughing violently.

For 17 years, 6000 days and nights, and 6000 statues.

Looking up from the position of Li Qingmei's tomb, those statues form a huge mural, it is Li Qingmei with crooked eyebrows and smiling bliss.

"I wanted to make [-] statues, but I can't hold on anymore! I really can't hold on anymore...I miss you so much!"

He lay on his stomach among the stone sculptures, his tears had already soaked the cold stone statue, and then he walked tremblingly to Li Qingmei's tomb.

Walking along the secret passage of the tomb into the tomb of my beloved wife, I never left half a step...

heaven.

A light blue spot turned into a shooting star from the Three Thousand Worlds and floated between Qin Yin's eyebrows.

He concentrated his breath, and immediately got up slowly. He has ascended for 14 years, but he is still only a little fairy, and he has never stepped into the rank of Tianzun.

No one knows why Qin Yin, who was so talented at the beginning and soared to immortality at the age of 20, has fallen to such a mediocre level.

What is not known is that for tens of thousands of years, he has poured all his cultivation into the red rope condensed in his heart and blood. This special red rope is tied to the love thread between him and Meng Yong in the three thousand worlds. Even if her cultivation is exhausted, he will not regret it.

"I finally found all your soul fragments! Wait for me!"

He adjusted his breath and meditated, and soon his pale and bloodless cheeks gradually returned to normal. Immediately afterwards, he folded his hands together and recited the formula silently. In a short while, the resplendent and resplendent heaven was replaced by a dead and dark underworld.

He really wanted to see her immediately after her soul was condensed, so he cast the sky-escaping technique, which was extremely costly in terms of primordial power, and he could come to her in an instant.

At this time, on the Naihe Bridge, there was a purgatory-like fire that soared into the sky. Countless souls fled the Naihe Bridge in a panic. Across the Yellow Springs, he heard miserable howls coming from the fire.

"Meng Yong!!"

This voice couldn't be more familiar, it was his Meng Yong!Exclaiming in surprise, he flew towards the flames soaring into the sky, and only when he got closer did he realize that those flames were actually spitting out black tongues of fire.

"Red Lotus Karmic Fire!"

"No!"

"Don't go there! She is suffering from the scourge of God's will, her soul is still there, and the red lotus karmic fire is not extinguished. If you pass by rashly, the red lotus karmic fire will burn more violently, and she will be wiped out!"

Hearing the four words, he began to tremble in fear, why did this happen!Meng Yong's soul has clearly gathered!Why would you defy God's will!
Meng Po, who was burned by the red lotus karma, was howling in pain. Qin Yin listened intently, only to find that she was calling his name in extreme pain.

"Master Ming..."

"I'm here to tell you the truth!"

Since the truth was revealed by him, it is better for him to uncover the scars instead of asking him to question Meng Yong.

"Her three souls and seven souls will never be able to gather together, because this is against the law of heaven!"

"What's the meaning!"

He looked at Mingjun Sikong Que in a daze.

"You are destined to miss the Dao!"

"It's her who forced the chance of becoming an immortal in the reincarnation of the heavens against you!"

"The price is that she will be punished by the power of heaven's scourge for life after life, and her soul will be scattered."

(End of this chapter)