Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

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Mo Qiu let out a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, and caught sight of Uncle Bai's eyes with two parts of worry and eight parts of inquiry.

"Master Mo."

Uncle Bai handed over:

"Are you all right?"

For Mo Qiu, his heart is quite complicated.

I still remember the first time we met, the other party was only a golden pill, but relying on the mysterious method, he almost failed to protect the master.

But at the time, he was careless.

If you really want to move your hands, you may not be able to win the opponent, but you can gain the upper hand.

It's only been a few years?

The other party has become the existence he looks up to, and he has to be polite in his words, and it is the top expert that the Lord relies on.

Oneself, no longer an opponent.

"It's all right."

Mo Qiu didn't change his face, and said calmly:

"Then Chu Xiong, how is the situation now?"

In the previous battle, his Ksitigarbha original wish knife collided with Chuxiong's Six Paths Seal in the air, and one person and one ghost at the core were injured on the spot.

Fortunately for Mo Qiu, the Jizo Benyuan Sword, which had already broken through the six levels, was surprisingly powerful, suppressing his opponent abruptly and making room for him.

Chu Xiong was out of luck.

Swept away by the light of the sword, the ghost body was almost chopped into pieces on the spot, and the ability to save his life all depended on a secret treasure on his body.

It was difficult to withstand the light of the knife, and he passed out.

Since now,

It has been ten days.

"He's awake." Uncle Bai said with a smile on his face:

"However, the injury is very serious, and he almost fell below the realm of the ghost king. I am afraid that if he is given another three to five hundred years, he will not be able to recover as before."

"Ok."

Mo Qiu nodded slowly:

"He hasn't left yet?"

"It should be soon." Uncle Bai said:

"The ancestral temple's hall master Qin stayed here for a few days. He was afraid that he wanted to go back with Qin hall master, so there has been no movement during this time."

"Oh!" Mo Qiu thought thoughtfully:

"In the opinion of Uncle Bai, will Hall Master Qin leave with him?"

"This…"

Uncle Bai pondered, and then whispered:

"The lord has great ambitions in his chest, and he will not let them leave the Lu palace together."

The words were unclear, but Mo Qiu heard it clearly.

The purpose of the trip to the ancestral temple was to talk about the two kings of Helu and Zhao, and the hall master of Qin and Chu Xiong came together, so they went to King Zhao first.

The attitude of the Qin Palace Master represents the ancestral temple and, to a certain extent, the monarch of the Shang Kingdom.

He was optimistic about King Zhao, and naturally hoped that King Lu would compromise.

If he followed Chu Xiong back to King Zhao's realm this time, it would mean that Di Ku could not convince the other party to change his set attention.

If not...

Don't beg your eyes to shrink.

"News coming!"

Uncle Bai's expression moved slightly, and he bent a piece of bone from his body, and his spiritual sense swept inward, and his face immediately showed joy:

"As expected, Hall Master Qin planned to stay in the palace for a while, and declined the request to leave together with Chu Xiong and his party."

"Looks like they're leaving soon."

"good!"

Mo Qiu stretched his muscles and bones and asked:

"My lord, I'm afraid they won't let them leave so easily."

"Not bad!" Uncle Bai narrowed his eyes, revealing murderous intent:

"The king's realm has been quite turbulent recently. It would be normal if Chu Xiong and his entourage encountered some ghostly gangsters."

"Ok."

Mo Qiu nodded slowly.

He already had some regrets in his heart. At that time, he should not have used the Ksitigarbha Primordial Sword. If he used the ten directions to kill the enemy, he would have no trouble in the future.

Although the level of the Shifang Killing World is far less than that of the Jizo Primordial Sword, this method is more esoteric, and it focuses on killing and has greater lethality.

Now, it's not too late.

After a while.

Watching Uncle Bai leave, Mo Qiu took back his mind and sank into the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

Ksitigarbha Primordial Sword!

As soon as he thought about it, a magical seed appeared in his mind.

Unlike before, today's supernatural seeds are shining brightly.

Upon closer inspection, the seeds of supernatural powers that were originally gathered from countless runes are now like a miniature Buddha sitting cross-legged.

The Buddha statues have kind eyebrows and good eyes, and the treasures are solemn, which makes people involuntarily utter a Buddha verse.

Peace and immobility are like the earth, and deep meditation is like the earth storehouse.

Earth Store Bodhisattva!

According to rumors, one of the Eight Great Bodhisattvas in ancient times is even more famous than many Buddhas, and its power has been reflected in three thousand worlds.

The Buddha statue holds a tin stick in one hand and a pearl in the other, and there is a lotus pedestal under it.

Mo Qiu gently moved his thoughts, the Buddha statue opened his eyes, the tin stick in his palm disappeared, and an invisible sword light came together.

In the dark, a feeling came to mind.

Tenacity, persistence, compassion, compassion, fraternity, ruthlessness...

It seems that there is an eminent monk teaching the Dharma, and he opens his mind without reservation, asking for nothing to explore the many thoughts in his heart.

"The seed of magical powers actually has some blessings from the will of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

"No!"

Mo Qiu slowly shook his head:

"It should not be the will of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but more like the true meaning of Ksitigarbha's original vows, which naturally matches this magical power."

"As the magical power grows, it also gradually has a little idea."

"Well…"

Thinking of this, Mo Qiu's expression changed slightly.

"If after the ten tests, the supernatural powers can really give birth to spirituality, and the Dharma body that the ancient great powers cut off, is it possible that the supernatural powers have spiritual powers?"

It's not impossible.

After all, in some of the classics of Taiyizong, UU reading www.uukanshu.com records many ancient great masters, all of whom have one or even several dharma bodies.

"Ah…"

Thinking of this, Mo Qiu chuckled and shook his head:

"That realm is too far away from me, so I don't need to think too much."

Just to upgrade the Ksitigarbha original wish knife to the seventh level, the required stars are massive, and the tenth level is still unknown.

Fortunately, the power is good.

Unfortunately.

When he asked to go to Fengdu Hell again, Uncle Bai looked strange, glanced back and forth without asking, and then said in a muffled voice:

"Daozhu Mo's half a month, but it has consumed hundreds of years of accumulation in Fengdu Hell, and I don't know when the spiritual fluid in it will recover."

The result, of course, refused.

...

"Peng!"

With a loud noise, the wooden table made of hard and gloomy iron wood was torn apart, and Chu Xiong, whose breath was weakened, grabbed a ghost and roared angrily:

"What did you say?"

"The surnamed Qin is not leaving?"

"Yes... yes." The ghost soldier trembled, his face pale, and he said tremblingly:

"Go back to the Lord, did the Palace Master Qin really say that?"

"Get out!" Chu Xiong shook off the ghost **** and strode toward the layman:

"I'll find him myself."

"My lord, no." An old ghost stretched out his hand to stop it, and was hit by a huge force, so he had to retreat again and again, and said helplessly:

"Palace Master Qin went to attend King Lu's private banquet. He is not in the palace, and now he is closing his door to thank guests. Obviously, he will not give us a chance."

"Lord!"

"We need to leave quickly, it's not good to be late!"

"Not good?" Chu Xiong's eyes widened:

"What's wrong?"

"Lord." The old ghost was helpless:

"You don't think that King Lu will let us leave King Lu's realm easily, right?"

"Ok?"

Chu Xiong's eyes narrowed.