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This feeling is familiar to Li Minglou.
She had just woken up and turned around from the inn. She encountered a rock rolling down and narrowly escaped. After encountering the sun at dawn, she just rolled to the ground.
The sun shone on her body, and her exposed skin burned like fire, and then the skin burst open and rotted in pieces.
Fang Er covered her skin with clothes and covered her head and face, hiding from the light like a ghost.
Avoiding the sun, it won¡¯t burn to death on the spot, but the skin covered by the clothes continues to fester.
Until she was in the mountain village of Dou County, she began to become a bird. With a husband and a mother-in-law, she could walk under the blue sky and white sun like a human being.
She knows this is because she lied to God, so she has been avoiding being called out.
When Xiang Nan appeared, she covered it up.
When facing Wu Ya'er, Wu Ya'er didn't tell her that she was fake.
But she has been vigilant, and sure enough, God will not let her go.
Li Minglou rolled on the ground, and each roll seemed to extinguish the fire burning on her body, but it was useless, because when she rolled over, other places began to burn.
Who is this monk? How does he know who he is?
Li Minglou tried hard to think with his scattered consciousness. He said in the Sixth Form that he was arresting a monk. The monk deceived the public with his monstrous words and said that his wife was an evil spirit. However, this monk was very powerful and he was never caught
A very powerful monk, a monk who can tell that she is an evil spirit
Can you tell that she is a dead evil ghost monk in human skin? Can you tell how she died as an evil ghost? Can you tell if the person who harmed her family is also an evil ghost?
The monk took a step forward, and the shadow was like a mountain. Li Minglou, lying at the foot of the mountain, luckily escaped the scorching sun and was barely alive.
"Li Minglou, stop your misbehavior immediately, go back to where you should be, call you by the name you should be called, and do what you should be doing, otherwise there is only death." The monk's voice rolled down from the top of the mountain, " Li Minglou, it¡¯s time to turn around and find the right shore.¡±
Looking back, is it the shore?
Li Minglou raised his head at the foot of the mountain and looked at the tall figure in the golden light: "When I look back, it's not the shore, but the abyss. I can't retreat. Going forward is death, and retreating is death. Why must I die?" ?¡±
The voice rolling down the mountain was pitiful and calm: "The destiny of vegetation is to wither and flourish every year. You are destined to wither in this year. Since you are lucky enough to break through the destiny, you should meditate and cultivate your life in the next life."
Li Minglou propped himself up, trying to see the monk's face clearly in the golden light, but it was a pity that the face was as vast and high as the sky, covered by clouds and fog.
"I died before, and now I'm alive again." She said, "Aren't I just cultivating the next life? Am I not a human being?"
The tall figure shook his head: "You know who you are, this is not the afterlife, this is the present world. If you haven't forgotten who you are, you are not a human being, but a ghost that will never leave."
The shadow blocked the daylight, and Li Minglou's pain eased. She had the strength to stand up. She was a little confused and wanted to laugh when she heard the words: "Then what should I do? I know who I am, do you want me to forget who I am?"
The tall figure said: "With a single thought, you can jump out of the world of mortals. Li Minglou, you must realize that you are you now, but you are not you."
Li Minglou understood: "Does that mean you want me to sit and wait for death? What if I don't want to die?"
The voice in the tall figure seemed to be laughing: "Li Minglou, it doesn't matter whether you think about it or not. If you go against the will of heaven, you will die."
After he said this, his figure suddenly disappeared, and the blocked sunlight poured in like thousands of arrows. Li Minglou, who had just stood up, screamed and fell to the ground again.
The sun burned her flesh and pierced her bones. Li Minglou covered his face with his hands to resist, but his hands turned into bones. The mountainous figure disappeared, and the voice was everywhere like sunlight.
"Li Minglou, you alone are immortal, causing chaos in the seasons. Those who should wither will grow in chaos, and those who should live will die."
Li Minglou understood what he meant. Her immortality caused many people who should have died to become immortal, such as Yuan Ji and Han Xu, which led to the death of people who should not have died, such as Yan Mao. This was someone she knew. No. I don¡¯t even know how many people I know.
but
She covered her face with her withered hands and looked at the sun, and asked: "Why should I die and others should not die? Why should I be killed, but the person who kills me can live without death? Isn't it the duty of heaven to punish evil and promote good? Ankang Mountain , Xiang Yun, is the evil person who caused countless people to die, why don¡¯t you punish them? Instead, you punish me? "
? ?Li Minglou looked ahead. Thousands of swords were hanging down from the sky in front of him. Thousands of swords were densely covered on the ground, and there were mountains of swords and seas of fire.
She doesn¡¯t know how to live, she just wants to live anyway.
Li Minglou stepped forward, taking one step forward with the sword piercing her feet. She bent down to relieve the severe pain. The sunlight from the sky fell on her body like an arrow. She was like a hedgehog, curled up and trembling with blood. , and behind her, a palm casts a shadow
The compassionate Buddha's name fell: "Li Minglou, turn around and find the shore."
Li Minglou curled up and moved one foot forward with his hand. Just like the previous step, a sharp sword pierced his foot and thousands of arrows fell on his head.
She raised her head and looked ahead. There were boundless mountains of swords and seas of fire in front of her. She had to keep going like this.
How can we go on like this? Li Minglou lowered his head.
"Li Minglou, it's time to turn around and find a safe place."
"Li Minglou, it's time to turn around and find a safe place."
Sounds came from all directions. Li Minglou pulled out the previous foot from the sword with both hands and took a step forward. Tears rolled down her face. Maybe it was blood, or maybe it was the fallen flesh. It didn't matter.
Every time she took a step, her body curled up, but she did not fall to the ground.
Every time she takes a step, she has to use her hands to pull her legs and feet, pull out the sword, put it on another sword in front of her, and step on it hard.
Only by stepping down hard can you stand firm and move forward.
The Buddha's name can no longer be heard. Li Minglou can only hear her own breathing. Her breath is full of wind. The wind shuttles in her rotting chest with exposed skeleton. In fact, she can no longer see what is in front of her. Her eyes are full of wind. Has it fallen off?
Now she is the same as Mrs. Wu, right? If Wu Ya'er comes, and she and Mrs. Wu stand in front of him blindfolded, will she be more like his wife?
She couldn't help laughing when she thought of this.
She was holding one foot with both hands. It seemed that she had moved it, but it seemed that she had not moved it at all. Maybe she had not taken a few steps at all until now, but it didn't matter. She was still standing and moving forward
Until the moment of death.
Li Minglou lowered her head and looked at her feet. The feet were penetrated, and there was fire burning in the flesh, and black smoke came out. She reached out and patted her feet, and then moved her feet forward. The originally flat ground in front of her instantly A layer of gleaming sharp arrows emerged
Li Minglou stepped on her foot hard. This time, the sharp arrow did not penetrate her foot, but suddenly disappeared.
Li Minglou¡¯s foot stepped on the ground. Although the pain was numb, it was also more sensitive. Doesn¡¯t his foot hurt?
She was stunned for a moment, looking at the ground. Not only her feet, but also the sharp arrows around her were retracting. The fire was extinguished. When she raised her head, there was less sunlight, and a shadow covered her.
It wasn't a palm. Li Minglou looked back. The palm was still behind her. She looked up at the sky. Among the thousands of golden lights, there was a dark cloud. There was more than one dark cloud. There were more dark clouds floating from all directions. A The golden light was blocked by dark clouds
Is it cloudy? The sun is blocked?
Li Minglou couldn't help but stand up. Although the dark clouds did not block all the sunlight, half of the mountain of swords and sea of ??fire in front of him had disappeared, and he could at least walk.
what happened?
"Madam, many people from Yizhou, Guangzhou Prefecture, have also come to see Madam off."
The sound of the bag rang in my ears.
In an instant, the golden sword burned, the bones and flesh rotted, the mountain-like figure, the recurring Buddha's name, and the painful breathing disappeared.
The world is silent. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com