Fu Canglu

Chapter 437 Calculation
In Qingshi's palm, at the closed place, the little spider that he had pinched in his palm, after being pinched to death at this moment, spattered a very faint amount of blood, oozing out between his fingers, almost invisible.

This is the cause and effect of everything, which begins with him and ends with him.

A blush flashed in his eyes.

The choice of the back row on the table does not lie in how to choose the bluestone, nor does it depend on whether the bluestone is chosen or not.

No one can escape cause and effect.

Being in the cause and effect, one must be bound by the cause and effect.

If you don't do it, it's against Buddhism.

Make a move and break the Buddha's precepts.

There was a gust of wind inside and outside the Darong Temple at the same time, and it howled suddenly. The pear blossoms were scarlet, the sky and the earth were dark, and the spider webs began to move forward at an extremely fast speed, wrapping the city wall of the Darong Temple in an instant. Immediately behind the city wall, he exerted force, and directly burst the wall of the Darong Temple that had not been repaired for a hundred years and was printed with Sanskrit Buddhist seals.

Vajra is flourishing, but dimmed for an instant.

The entire giant spider web wrapped around the illusion where the bluestone was, shrinking steadily.

Qingshi has already made a move, and the killing is only in an instant.

Once the spider web is stained with the blood of the Bodhisattva who broke the Dao Heart, it will be a success.

The person who controls the strings behind the scenes has reached the final stage of the final step.

Sitting outside the world of the stele, Hou Qing's childish face was full of relaxation, as if waiting to sit back and enjoy the fruits of his life, his expression was filled with the spirit of the Bodhisattva, much more relaxed than he imagined look.

Under the mask of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng, he couldn't see his expression clearly, and the corners of Qing Gui's lips were still smiling, but it was thoughtfully raised at this moment.

Hou Qing raised his eyebrows without showing any signs, and from the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of the movement of the Lord of Yincheng shrinking in his sleeves and hooking.

That is the most inconspicuous string control technique among the exercises left by him.

Hou Qing had already guessed that this "good intention" who helped him out of trouble had no good intentions. He said that he wanted to help him regain the immortal tablet, but in fact he was just watching the fire from the other side. In the first hand, in the end, all the karma of good fortune is just a wedding dress for one person?
After all the calculations, it's a pity that I missed a little bit.

Hou Qing sneered from the bottom of his heart, silently recited a sentence that death is not enough for greed, and continued to sit cross-legged on the ground, pretending to be excellent, with gestures continuously sealed, pretending that he had never seen the thoughts of the soul of the Lord of Yincheng that quietly infiltrated into the world of the immortal tablet.

How can it be so easy to get this half strand of Bodhisattva's spirit?
The wind howled in the Darong Temple.

Beyond the spider webs, Hou Qing's soul was blessed with the ray of emptiness, and it progressed extremely fast. In an instant, it crossed the boundless world inside the stele, and came to the illusion of bluestone. Layers of spider webs seemed to be just Wrapping the Darong Temple, in fact, spread the entire fairy stele, wrapping every illusion that was going on.

The villain transformed by Hou Qing's soul was flying like lightning, with red flames burning behind him.

At the same time, a spirit villain mixed with wind and frost was like a shooting star, and the violent wind and snow came together with this spirit, catching up with Hou Qing at an extremely fast speed.

At the moment when Yincheng City Lord's spirit and Houqing were running side by side, the blizzard blew up, freezing the red spirit into a piece of ice slag, drawing out the power of Taixu without any surprise, the speed of the wind and snow soared, and it really turned into a piece of ice. The invisible streamer smashed into the illusion of the bluestone, and went straight to the Bodhisattva spirit that was almost within reach in the Darong Temple.

As long as the bluestone with a broken heart at this moment is trained into a puppet, the Lord of Yincheng can refine the half wisp of Ksitigarbha's soul, hold the stele of immortality, and kill every illusion in the world at will.

As for the soul of Hou Qing who was left far behind by him.

In his opinion, it was just a poor devil who lived for too long and finally became an old fool.

The ice slag shattered.

The villain transformed by Hou Qing has a sullen expression on his face, staring at the illusion of the Darong Temple that has been seized by others, with a hint of gloating in his brows.

Then the flaming soul shattered in an instant, transforming into tens of pieces, and blending into scattered illusions.

Houqing's goal has never been Qingshi.

Top monstrous cultivators such as Dongjun Xiyao have too much Taoism, and they can't swallow it now, so they were directly given up by Hou Qing.

According to the strength of the Dao heart of the people in the illusion, Hou Qing separated his spirits one by one and stuck them on the surface of the spider web in the illusion. The most powerful strand of spirit slowly penetrated into Jian Zhaoxin's illusion.

The gust of wind in the Darong Temple suddenly became stronger than before.

Heaven and earth howled.

There was blood splatter.

As soon as someone pointed it out, he exploded the head of a little Highness Nan Chao.

Then there was a punch from the air, smashing the strong body of the hat-hatted man to pieces, his flesh and blood flew all over the place, and splashed far away on the spider web that had already been bound to the banyan tree clay altar of the Darong Temple.

With vast divine power and vajra physique, the third punch exploded half of the skinny hat-hatted man, leaving behind a pair of fists that were tightly held in the hands of the Bodhisattva.

It all happened very bloody.

It's almost unbearable to watch.

There was a piece of scarlet bluestone in his eyes, and at this moment he finally saw clearly the spider web that shrunk crazily when his Dao heart collapsed.

His eyes regained clarity in an instant.

If he was a little more insane, wouldn't that spider web swallow him up?

It's a pity that it's a little worse.

To be precise, it's a lot worse.

I was just manipulating the Bodhisattva Dharma. When the hostility was eroding the heart and lungs, I crushed the fists of the two hat haters with the power of the Dharma.

It was another person who actually committed the murder.

Under the big banyan tree, at some point, a figure in lotus clothes appeared.

His Highness put one hand on Qingshi's shoulder, and sent the Sanskrit words of the four Buddhist scriptures into Qingshi Zifu through the power of his soul, which made him sober for a moment.

With the other hand, within a very short period of time, one finger and two punches were made.

Yi Xiao smiled and laughed at herself, "It feels strange to kill myself."

He whispered offended.

He casually pressed his palm on Master Liansheng's head behind him, bursting with energy.

Blood splattered.

"Someone once told me that human beings are bound by cause and effect in the world, and cannot be free or detached."

After Yi Xiao finished all this, she shook her sleeves, and slowly withdrew the hand that was on Qingshi's shoulder.

"It's a pity that I can smash the karma you talk about, so what can I do?"

His lotus clothes were not stained with a single trace of blood from the beginning to the end, and they swelled up in the strong wind, making a sound of hunting, and the hem of his clothes was pitch black, like thick ink continuously spilling out.

His Royal Highness smiled and looked at the divine soul that continued to descend in the distance, wanting to see who it was and who it was.

The result was a spirit mixed with the wind and snow in the north.

That spirit was like a shooting star, it directly smashed down a wall of Darong Temple, and after landing, it swelled rapidly, shaking off the broken bricks and tiles, and transformed itself, no longer the little man with a little more than a foot before, but turned into a snowstorm The middle-aged man with fluttering sleeves, but his face is still covered with a green ghost mask, which looks a bit ridiculous at the moment.

Yi Xiao narrowed her eyes and looked at this "old acquaintance".

Smashing into the bluestone illusion, the City Lord of Yincheng, who immediately knew that he had fallen into a scheme, looked ugly at the moment.

"I said which beast is determined to release Hou Qing, a mouse that everyone shouts and beats when passing the street." The little highness smiled and looked at the pale and pale face of the opposite person, and said with emotion: "So it's you, It really is a nest of snakes and rats."

"Since you're here, stay here."

"Let's see how many punches your Zifu can withstand from me?"

(End of this chapter)