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Chapter 134 Chapter 135

On the evening of March 3, 2028, Li Xiuwen, a strange soul in front of Tiantai, colluded with Wu Yue to the Buddhist realm and tried the enemies who killed loyal and righteous people one by one and announced that the world would be the saint. He dreamed that Wu Di was the life of the king, and used the ghost lamp to ignite the remnant soul of Wu Yue to ignite the ghost lamp. He completely did not exist in the cycle of reincarnation, but the soul of the dead burned forever.

That night, "Mengwuya Book Pavilions" rose from the ground in various areas around the imperial city.

The broken Taoist temple was cleaned up inside and outside and completely cleaned up. A man in white was erected again on the wall. A man in white sat alone on the wall. With the sound of coughing, lonely plum blossoms were invading the white clothes. The bloody thoughts made the man's arms, which were ringing in the air, flashed around his arms, and then Meng Qilian appeared and snuggled in the man's arms.

The man in white stroked Meng Qilian's hair gently, his eyes blurred and murmured as if he had returned to the night before the scientific examination: "I punished Wu Yueming for the punishment of the Zhengpao, and the unjust case is clear. It is time to accompany you to see all the mountains and rivers!"

The two kissed each other passionately until Meng Qilian had difficulty breathing. She pushed the man in white and jumped off the yard wall to make faces at the man: "Okay! But there are always times when I get tired of the landscape. I want to leave Meng Wuhen Book Pavilion in every place. If I get tired of it, I can run a school in the Book Pavilion. I am the teacher. Xiuwen, if you have time, you will come to play a guest appearance as a teacher~hehehe~"

"I will make a surprise bookstore repair. You can become a teacher at any time!" The man in white looked at Meng Qilian who was happy like a child with a doting face.

However, what responded to him seemed to be that the voices of the past and the present were only continuous—"...hehehe..."

"Cough!" A short and rapid voice broke the laughter, and black plum blossoms invaded the courtyard wall. The man's skin aging and hair turned snow-white, as if it was like a piece of white paper that could be broken by poking.

Meng Qilian, who was gradually fading, said, "Are you here to pick me up? Wait until I finish my last thing!"

In the military camp, groups of old men boasted about their military achievements. The women in the kiln were so hot, and the talented women in the brothel made them linger... As they talked, they cried and laughed again... The links of life had passed by the time of Hai will dissipate, and they will turn into a bunch of bones because of their overdrawn lives.

The only thing that has been burned is the fire of the origin of life, which is large and small, and the fire of the big and small, can still support him to live for ten thousand years. However, the moment the link of life dissipates, the power of life is dispersed.

There were bursts of shocking and roaring voices of surviving in desperate situations from the military camp.

The night was crying, and the bloody rain fell, but it was filled with the fragrance of lotus flowers. Various small animals crawled on the ground in a protruding body without moving. The sky seemed to press down and made everyone breathe hard, and the earth cracked apart... The Heavenly Lord died and the heaven and earth were in a tragedy.

The King Shaokang, wearing a yellow robe in the imperial court, breathed a deep breath: "He is going!"

The barracks cried and shouted: "Holy Soldiers and Kings..."

After that, the Soul rooftop changed into a picture that was opened every four years on the imperial palace wall.

There were twelve talking puppies moving in that built temple.

Princess Yuxi and Wu Shenglan knelt for three years without eating or drinking, and finally convinced Wu Quming to lead the line to the ghost realm and steal the secrets of heaven, sealing the memory of the two into the cycle of reincarnation.

After this battle, the Buddha Domain did not dare to extend its tentacles to the Imperial Domain.

(End of this chapter)
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