Heaven Official’s Blessing - Chapter 243

Thanks for accepting the beads and looking down. In the simple shed, a few priests also came out and asked: “What happened to General Nanyang?”

Just listen to the wind channel: “Look at what I caught!”

He smashed out of the forest and ran up, catching a black man in his hand, and the gods were shocked: “Lingwen!”

It is the spirit that is taken by the wind. Fengxin said to pray: “As you expected, the spirits really went to take the brocade!”

After taking down the curse, Xie Li mana soared to the point where he could compete with Jun Wu, and the Jin Yixian naturally couldn’t help him anymore. The spirit was beaten by the flower city as a tumbler. It was lost in the war. When the time passed, the spells on her body would be automatically unlocked and disappeared. But thankful that she would probably come to take the Jinyixian, so she took off the clothes and asked the ghost market to release the sound of the wind, and it was natural that it was hooked.

As a fugitive, Lingwen was taken to the temporary council, but he still did not see the panic. As soon as she came up, she pressed her shoulder and pressed her to the table to sit down. Shen Sheng said: “I finally found you! Lingwen, you have to pay the price!”

“…”

More than a dozen priests also gathered around, all eyes like | wolf | like | tiger, look like | hungry | like | thirsty, almost near. Lingwen is a little bit uncomfortable: “…what do you want to do.”

A loud bang, a stack of nearly high-profile official documents was thrown in front of her, and fell to the table with chairs.一 “啪” a palm shot on the file, said: “These, you deal with.”

“…”

The spirit seems to be relieved, but it feels awkward. Unexpectedly, this tone is still not loose, so listen to “Hey!”

After the seventeen-eighth loud noise, the massive manuscripts of the seventeen-eighth stack of people were thrown over and surrounded her.

Seventeen or eight priests said to her from the gap between Juan Zonglin: “Wait for a few more days! Come and help me!” “These are all handled.” “The missing part is remembered.” “It’s best to organize ours within one hour!”…

Lingwen: “…”

After a day and a night, Lingwen was finally released from the temporary council.

The original messy files have been completely processed after a day and night of fighting, and the classification is neat and tidy. The gods and officials happily took the look of their own temples, and the spirits had already turned pale, and the dark circles that had disappeared for a while under the eyes came out again.

After the people checked over there, they were overjoyed and said: “Sure enough, Jie Qing is more efficient! This can be right!”

“Clear! Thank you very much for the great man!”

As a prisoner’s spiritual text, among the many priests, he said: “Don’t dare to act, don’t dare to be.”

When I saw it, I didn’t have a filed yesterday. Today, the priests who are still in a mess in the temple can’t sit still. They’re surrounded: “Then I’m actually a few here. I forgot to bring you to see it yesterday or else… ”

Lingwen: “…”

Thank you for eating gimmicks outside the temporary hall, and after eating the clap, I finally saved the spirit from the suffering: “You, let’s count it later, let the spirit take a breath.”

When he spoke before, there must be no one to take seriously, but now it is different. A few people said: “His Royal Highness is saying.” Do not dare to speak. Lingwen sat in a chair, closed his eyes and lifted his forehead, and waited for other priests to go out. There were not many people in the hall, and she said to her: “Congratulations to His Royal Highness, the body is reset. Unexpectedly, even the ghosts are your followers, listen to your call.”

Thanks to the pity: “That is not my believer, my friends in the ghost city. I ask them to help.”

The spirit nodded and looked up. Swearing, thank you: “Ling, I have a question to ask you.”

Ling Wendao: “I will ask your Highness Prince.”

Thanks to the pity: “Sanlang, I mean the flower city master, he passed through your brocade, but Jin Yixian is ineffective against him. Do you know why?”

Ling Wendao: “It turned out to be this problem. I thought that your Royal Highness Prince has already known it?”

Thank you for your pity, said: “Want to hear it?”

Ling Wenyi swayed and was sitting in danger: “His Royal Highness, have you heard the legend of Jin Yixian?”

Thanks for your pity: “I have heard it. You did it yourself.”

Lingwen said: “It can be said. Although I never thought that the grievances on this dress would make it become such a monster, but it is true that I have to kill the white brocade in order to speed up the destruction of the country.”

Thank you for listening. Lingwen continued: “This dress is twirling in the world, after the hands of countless people, countless people have chosen to use it to kill, harm, and deceive. Although it can also eliminate its grievances, but white Jin is not such a person.

“He doesn’t like being used by these people, he is very disgusted. So when he meets a dresser and a specific wearer similar to him, he won’t provoke grievances, but he will be very happy.”

Thanks to the pity: “Is the approximation and the specific difference?”

Ling Wendao said: “You put on the blood and rain to put on the brocade, but you don’t have a trace of sorrow and hatred on the blood and rain, and trust your heart; and the blood and rain, the same for you, no, it should be said Even more – the place where blood rain and flowers really resonate with him is that even if he does not wear a brocade, what you let him do for you, he will not hesitate to do anything for you, including dying for you. ”

“…”

Lingwen said: “This is also why I can guess the boy around you is the reason for the **** rain. Although I don’t know much about you, I can’t think of the second person.”

Thanks: “Why?”

Lingwen raised his finger: “His Royal Highness, what is hanging on your neck?”

Thanks for the pity, the hand could not help but caress.

Lingwen said: “I have seen similar things, those ghosts that are desperate, giving their lover their own ashes.”

The number of files handled by the Lingwen Temple is countless, and it is not surprising to have seen it. But in fact, thank you for guessing.

But when I heard the spirit, I still clenched the crystal clear ring.

Ling Wendao said: “This is a rare thing, but because it is too beautiful, and usually very fierce, so the impression is more profound.”

Thanks to the pity: “What is usually very tragic?”

Lingwen said: “Being loved and stunned, and handing over your life to others, there will be many sad and terrible things.

“What is really heart-wrenching is to be ruined. Some of these ashes burned away, some were taken away by others, some were broken by the owner, and there is basically nothing to end. However, your Excellency is your exception. You save It’s very good, almost dripping.”

After a long silence, thank you: “You said ‘similar’ and ‘resonant’. So, is General Bai Jin also such a person?”

Lingwen smiled and said: “How else would I be cheated?”

Thanks to pity: “Not a lie. You can’t think of it, I deliberately put the news out, but you still come to take it.”

Ling Wendao: “Well-proof weapon.”

Thanks to pity: “If you are just a self-defense weapon, you will not take such a big risk to steal it. If you fail, you will take it to Tongluoshan.”

Lingwen does not care about the earth: “There is no way to go to Tongluoshan, because it has been exposed, and you are caught by the Prince.”

Thanks to pity: “Actually, if you want to find an excuse to cover up, you can still make sense. If you take a little bit of control, even if you lower the level of deduction, you will not become a fugitive. Mainly… you want to help General Bai Jincheng. Never let him wake up.”

Lingwen smiled and said: “His Royal Highness, you don’t want to say that I can do anything for it. After all, I am a person who does not recognize the six parents, how can I do this kind of thing?”

“Is that right?”

“That’s it.”

Xie Li was cleaned up on the ruined wall of Emperor Peak of Taijifeng, and simply built a small house as a place to stay. It is farther away. When he has something, he goes to the temporary council to help, and when he is fine, he stays alone.

After seven or eight days, Mu Qing finally made up the evil and sent it over. When he opened the door, he saw a white thing rushing in front of him. He was smashed in front of him and reached out and pulled the thing down. If the evil began to twist and twist, it seemed to show him his new life. Beautiful body. Thanks to pity: “If you just make up, don’t mess it up, be careful and twist it.”

There is an opinion on the feelings of love: “How is this possible? Which piece of clothing I have given you has broken?”

Thanks for the pity: “That is also true.”

He grabbed the sin of the water and carefully looked at it, and it was very good for sewing. He could hardly see any traces. He praised: “Your craft is still so good.”

I admire the feelings: “I will not be happy if you praise me for this kind of thing. This time I will not be an example, and I will not do this kind of thing.”

Thanks for your pity: “You are quite proud of it…”

I was awkward and said a few words, “I am done, I am gone. I am busy with the things and people of the Xuanzhen Temple.”

Thanks for your pity: “You have to go too? Well, I will help you later. When you leave, tell me, I will send it.”

After grabbing the spirit, checking and filling the gaps, and clearing up a few big pens, the gods decided to start rebuilding Xianjing. Then, the temporary council on the Tai Cang Mountain can be idle. The empathy waved his hand, did not refuse and did not agree, took a few steps, and stopped, and turned back: “You … still have to stay in Tai Cangshan?”

Thanks for your nod and said, “Yeah.”

Hesitating for a moment, admire the feeling: “Or else, you still go with us.”

Thanks and smiles: “No, I have to wait.”

Admire the feelings: “You can wait for the Shangtian court in Xinxianjing.”

Xie pity shook his head and said: “I think he might come here first when he comes back, then you can see it in the first time. If you don’t go back here, you may return to the ghost city view of the ghost city. Far, more convenient than in Xinxianjing.”

“…”

It seems that the feelings of love have been a long time, and the look is complicated and authentic: “Do you really believe that he will come back?”

Thanks for your pity: “I believe.”

People flooded like water and left like a tide. Tai Cangshan has restored its desolate and lonely.

On the Tai Cang Mountain, there was a large piece of Fenglin, which was burned by the fire and reborn after thousands of years. It is no longer the one who had prayed for it in the tree thousands of years ago, but the scenery is the same.

Xie pity often walks alone in Fenglin. The red maples that are so hot in the mountains make him feel like he is in a huge and warm embrace.

He has been used for more than eight hundred years in a person’s day. If something goes down, you should pray, collect and collect, and if you have nothing, you will grow vegetables and cook.

However, it is strange that the days of such a person have always been taken for granted, but now it has become somewhat difficult. It took a long time for Shimi to re-adapt.

Maybe if a person has been suffering all the time, they will get used to bitterness. Suddenly one day, someone gave him a sweet taste. He remembered what it was like to taste sweetness. If he went to suffer, he would wrinkle his face.

When I used to pray for myself to live cold and clear, I always hope that someone will come to find myself. Look for him to talk or talk to him, help him, at least a little popular. But now, he doesn’t like it that much.

Because, when I heard the knocking on the door, he always suddenly ecstasy in his heart, looking forward to the extreme. Can go to the front of the door to open, inside or outside the door, is not always the person he is waiting for.

Sometimes it is a wind letter, sometimes a feeling of love, sometimes a teacher, and sometimes a ghost city who is “filial respect for his old man.”

Everybody is fine. Just, not the one he is waiting for.

In the first month, thanked a few flower trees and planted them at the door, trying to beautify the environment and cover the shabbyness of the broken house. He figured out that maybe when the flower city came back, they would bloom.

In the second month, Xie Li demolished the house and rebuilt the weeds of the whole mountain. Otherwise, after seeing the city, I saw this messy scene, and I must send someone to help him clean up.

In the third month, the flower tree blossomed. Full of trees and blush, Xie pity stood under the tree and looked up, while enjoying the flowers alone, thinking and blossoming, it is almost time to come back.

In the fourth month, all the mountain roads were rebuilt. When the flower city comes back to him, you can go up the mountain soon.

In the fifth month, Feng Xin and Yu Qing came to see him again. He asked if he would leave here to go out for a walk. He thanked them for having a meal and they ran away.

In the sixth month, the flowering period has passed.

……

Wait, wait, wait. Xie Pity is not anxious, there is no collapse, and there is no crying and crying. Instead, I feel that I am getting calmer and more patient.

Think about it, who has not experienced the long years of being alone?

Huacheng waited for him for more than 800 years. How about he waited for another 800 years?

Even if it is a thousand years or 10,000 years, he will wait and wait.

What’s more, only one year?

On this day, thankful and prudently received a lot of tattered, piled up with his newly bought cattle and carts, and pulled up the mountain.

Passing through the maple forest at night, walking on the middle of the mountain road, Xie pity inadvertently turned back, saw the quiet night sky, floating a few light spots.

He stared at it and found that it was a long lamp, suddenly realized, and said to himself: “It turned out that today is the Shangyuan Festival.”

At this moment, probably the priests of the heavenly courts are fighting on the banquet. Thanks for the pity, I couldn’t help but pull the rope and stay in the same place, staring at the lights.

He suddenly remembered that he and Huacheng met at the Shangyuan Festival.

That year, the child with a dirty face and scars squeezed down on the crowded wall. The 17-year-old Prince Xianle thanked him for shining. He looked up and saw a figure falling from the sky. Don’t want to, fly and jump.

Shangyuan Festival, Shenwu Street. A glimpse of the glory, the world fell.

Thanks for the smile, the heart, and finally fell, not a person.

Turned around and bowed his head, thank you for preparing to continue on the mountain. The cart was pulled and twisted for a while. Suddenly, the front seemed to be illuminated by something.

Thanks again, he raised his head and widened his eyes.

That light is a light.

If you fish over the rivers, countless lanterns slowly rise from the top of the mountain.

They shine in the night and shine. Such as the floating soul, the most magnificent dream, magnificent, illuminating his way.

Thank you for seeing this scene, seeing it again, breathing and heartbeat have stopped. The peak turns, the wheel bends, and Xie pity sees the small broken house he built.

Someone!

Standing in front of a crooked hut, a red man standing in a long shape with a silver scimitar hanging from his back, holding his last long lamp in his hand, sent it to the sky.

Thank you for sitting in silence, wondering if you are still in a dream, or this is an illusion. But as the wheel turned and got closer, the man turned around and he saw it more and more clearly.

Before the three thousand lanterns that grew up in the night, the man looked back at him, the clothes were red and the maple, the skin was white, and the beautiful and unobtrusive eyebrows were still a wild madness, and they were not destroyed.

Although wearing a black eye mask, the bright, star-like scorpion, is staring intently at the pity.

Thanks for the downturn.

There is no one sentence. Both of them walked toward each other.

One step, one step, the faster and faster, then, ran.

The man ran forward, and the tears fell behind him, leaving it in place. Thank you, he believes.

I believe that this person will die for him again and again, and he will be born again and again. Even if he falls into hell, he will break through for his “belief.”

The last time they ran to each other, it took eight hundred years.

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