my past life simulator

Chapter 487 486 [Laangcuo Water]

The tens of trillions of cells boiling all over his body stopped, and He Zhao seemed to be ushering in a new life in a trance. His physical body revealed an unprecedented strength, and his flesh and blood were like a collection of countless consciousnesses, filled with the joy of rebirth.

"Use the water of the four seas in the vase to water the lotus in your hand. From now on, the flesh and blood will have independent consciousness, but will be controlled by you." Wang Bo dragged a white smooth pottery vase with one hand, like a mythical movie In the play, the jade bottle held by Guanyin Bodhisattva.The bottle is filled with clean water, and peacock feathers are inserted in the mouth of the bottle. Compared with those magical instruments inlaid with gold, silver, agate, and precious stones, it looks very simple.

"The vase is held in the hands of the Buddha of Infinite Life. The predecessors said it symbolizes the immortality of the soul. In fact, it is right to think about it. The fundamental lotus seal needs the water of the four seas. Once the body is immortal, it is said that the soul is immortal. There is no difference."

As if feeling someone's gaze on the vase in his hand, the head of the family branch of the Bufa Temple in Shangyang City explained in a rather good mood.

Well, in the past 150 years, including the surname He, there were a total of five people who made flesh and blood have consciousness, and two of them were all from their command.

If it is true, Lao Wang can be called the most powerful leader in history, not only his own strength surpasses that of previous leaders, but also his subordinates are also far superior to the right-hand man of previous leaders.

"Go down and rest first, and get ready to welcome Junior Sister."

Seeing that the ruthless Zhao had succeeded, Wang Bo couldn't help but be full of hope for the next female student from Class [-] of Qingxiu.

Now the success rate has increased from [-]/[-] to [-]/[-], and the next [-]/[-] seems not unthinkable.

And when he thought that he would have three immortal generals under his command, his face flushed with excitement, his emotions couldn't help becoming high, and he couldn't wait to start the second ceremony.

Four monks wearing special costumes re-entered the room and spent more than ten minutes helping the famous ruthless man take off the five-color robes.

"now you."

He left the ancestral hall where the previous family members were enshrined, and reminded the female classmate who had been guarding the door.

When the girl saw that she came out safe and sound, the nervous look on her face immediately relaxed, as if the male classmate's success had greatly boosted the other party's confidence.

Then, take a few deep breaths and step in.

"Sir, please come with me."

A senior monk stepped forward and guided him to the room where he rested.

"Ah."

The old people's respect for him is expected.

The last successful person is now the second in command of the family branch.

One can imagine how wonderful his future will be.

What?
Died halfway!

Just kidding, do you understand the gold content of the immortal body?

If it was so easy to die, Zhang Yue might have been killed hundreds or thousands of times by other factions.

What's more, the Bodhisattvas of the ten dwellings had nothing to do with others before the retracement, they could only chew it like chewing gum, so as to restrain the flesh and blood that was constantly reborn.

The two, one in front and one behind, had just walked out of the courtyard of the ancestral hall when they heard a loud noise behind them.

"boom--"

Immediately afterwards, a large number of bricks, stones and tiles flew into the sky, and fell to the ground like a goddess scattering flowers, making a tinkling sound.

"???"

"Crack!"

Just as the veteran monk was stunned, a female arm fell to his feet, splashing blood all over his face.

"Miss lost?!"

"Ugh."

Regarding this, as a classmate, He could only sigh.

The so-called five-per-thousandth success rate, he is a little special and can't take it seriously, so it is still a four-thousandth probability.

In addition, the truth of the family branch is a bit rough, and it is impossible to judge how far the spirit has reached to withstand the boiling tens of trillions of cells.

Otherwise, a lot of people would not die.

After a while, Wang Bo came out of the ruins with a gloomy face, looked at the scattered flesh and blood, and directed to the monks behind him.

"Clean up the yard well, and give their family a large pension. If they have younger siblings, ask about their favorite universities and companies, and then open a special channel and recruit directly."

There is one thing to say, the benefits and death benefits of the family branch are okay, at least they are not thrown away when they are used up, and they are ignored.

"In the evening, hold a celebration banquet for our classmate He. Remember, we want the best in everything, and don't be stingy with money. To us, worldly money is no different from waste paper."

After the voice fell, he turned and left.

The failure of a female classmate is an immeasurable loss to his family member.

A girl who can survive ten rounds of medicated baths surpasses countless peers in terms of physical fitness alone. If she cultivates hard in the future, she will at least be a mage.

If you are lucky, the guru will not be a problem.

The loss of a future high-end combat power in the family branch, it is strange that the head of Shangyang City can feel better.

The veteran monk wiped the blood off his face casually, and continued to lead He Zhao to the room to rest with a smile on his face.

At night, almost everyone who could come came.

It wasn't until around three o'clock in the morning that the banquet ended.

The famous ruthless man basically recognized the main characters of the family branch in Shangyang City.

There is one protector, Wang Bo; one guru, Zhang Yue;

The rest of the monks and novice monks, except for some with special contributions and super senior qualifications, are all combined with only a handful of people.

During the banquet, he was all supported, even if he was the head of the family.

If nothing else, Ruthless Zhao can serve three generations for the family branch in Shangyang City.

It's too late to win over, how could it be that the nose is not the nose, and the face is not the face.

Besides, beautiful words don’t cost money!

Leaving the banquet, someone got a promise and returned to the rest room satisfied.

Tomorrow, people from the Bufa Temple will arrive and lead the newly promoted immortal body to the plateau to practice.

Within five years, all resources will be the responsibility of the other party.

Bufa Temple, a behemoth that opened up countless family branches.

There must be a lot of their mahamudra and secret methods, at least the method of making flesh and blood have consciousness, which was brought out from the temple by the third generation head family of Shangyang City.

According to Wang Bo, there are actually many family branches that have this method.

But compared to Shangyang City, the success rate is hopeless.

Some family branches have not been successful for more than 100 years, and some have been successful once due to shit luck. Anyway, their old Wang family is quite valued.

Generally, those who go to the temple to study are extremely valued compared to other family branches.

In addition, tell him many taboo rules, and if some Dharma kings, even great monks with the title of Arhat, can be accepted as apprentices in person, it is not impossible for a family branch of the He surname to appear.

Of course, the one surnamed He doesn't care about opening up a new force for himself, being the leader is quite tiring.

His main purpose is to gather wool, hoping that Bufa Temple can give some surprises.

The next day, in the early morning, Zhang Yue knocked on the door.

After that, he led He Zhao to the airport.

"A mage in Bufa Temple has just selected seedlings from more than a dozen family branches. He heard that we are going to send people to the plateau, so he specially changed the flight route and added a landing point in Shangyang City."

"Master, can you do it?"

He was quite puzzled about this.

In case someone chooses to do some cruel things secretly, can a mage stop it.

"Don't worry, someone once attacked the team at the Bufa Temple. Then, the ashes of the attacker and the forces behind him, as well as relatives and friends, were all thrown away. At the same time, almost everyone now maintains a tacit understanding and will not choose to attack the next generation.

After all, if you can assassinate my people, I can do the same.The result of everyone fighting each other is that the next generation is faulted, and when the old people die in sevens and eighties, they will decline and sink.

These are all lessons from history. There used to be two ceiling factions in the Central Plains, and they perished in fighting each other.A lesson from the past, a teacher from behind. "

He chuckled at Zhang Yue's words.

"The only lessons humanity has learned from history is that no lessons have been learned from history."

"Maybe you're right, but at least it hasn't happened for decades. There are quite a few sects like Mahayana who can do anything."

The two chatted all the way and arrived at the airport smoothly.

In the VIP room, a man in his thirties wears a yellow monk's hat on his head and a purple monk's skirt, which is as long as his feet.There is also a vest on the upper body, and a purple-red shawl that is two and a half times the length of the body is draped outside.

"Monk Shangxu."

Although he is only a sorcerer, he was sent by the "headquarters", so his status is naturally higher than that of the family branch.

"Master Zhang Yue."

"This is the branch of my family in Shangyang City, the fifth genius in 150 years to make flesh and blood have consciousness." Lao Zhang pushed He Zhao and pushed him in front of Monk Shangxu.

"The branch of Wang's family is really full of talents. There are not only talented old people like Master Zhang Yue, but also leaders of the younger generation, which is really enviable."

When people save face and call him a monk, he is happy and knows it in his heart.

Besides, everyone praised each other and said that a harmonious atmosphere is better than embarrassment.

"Master Zhang Yue, don't worry, he will arrive at Bufa Temple in six hours, and I guarantee that there will be no problems during the period." It's okay if he dies, the young man opposite him may not die with him.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhang Yue waved his hand and watched the two board the plane.

A passenger plane took off from the airport and headed for the Bufa Temple on the plateau.

In the cabin, the famous ruthless person was assigned to the first class cabin.

There are only 13 people around, about the same age as him.

Monk Shangxu is also sitting in the first class cabin, and everyone does not disturb each other. They should close their eyes and rest their minds, and those who should watch movies should watch movies.

About five hours or so, the fuselage shook violently.

Immediately, a stewardess explained.

It is normal for the aircraft to experience turbulence due to air convection.

It doesn't matter to some people who often fly, but some people who fly for the first time are a little frightened.

To be honest, just now He Zhao was somewhat startled.

Regardless of his father's wealth, in fact, this guy never travels by plane, either by high-speed rail, train, or self-driving RV.Anyway, I naturally have a sense of mistrust towards aircraft. After all, at an altitude of [-] meters, once an accident occurs, no one will survive.

"Why is the sky outside so colorful?"

Someone in the first class made a sound and asked suspiciously.

A certain well-known Lang Mie heard the words and immediately turned his head to look at the window.

"???"

I saw that the sky disappeared and was replaced by colorful colors.It seems that instead of flying at high altitude, it enters some kind of large passageway large enough to accommodate the aircraft.

No way?
An attack that hadn't happened in decades, happened to happen to him on a plane!
Gan.
"Boom—"

In a blink of an eye, the colorful passage disappeared, and they saw the vast blue sky again.

To our horror, thick smoke billowed from the wings.

"what happened?"

Monk Shangxu got up and asked angrily.

"boom!!"

There was a loud noise, and the plane, like a birdman with broken wings, dived straight to the ground.

"Fuck!"

At that moment, a lot of information flooded into someone's mind.

Because of his fear of airplanes, he read a lot of materials in order to eliminate his fear, but unfortunately, after reading all of them, he became even more frightened.

Under normal circumstances, the actual cruising altitude range of the aircraft is about 8400 meters to 12500 meters.Because the higher you fly, the more fuel-efficient you are, so you fly high on long routes and low on short routes.

It takes at least 9.1 minutes to safely return to the ground from a height of 50 meters.If it falls, it is not nose-down, and the descent speed is about 3 m/s, which takes about [-] minutes.

In case the nose is facing down, the descending speed will suddenly increase to more than 130 meters per second, which is enough to fall to the ground in 1 minute.

Monk Shangxu clasped his hands together, and a burst of bright golden light exploded, covering the entire first-class cabin almost instantly.

1 minute seems to be very fast, but in fact, when you experience it yourself, you will feel that every second is extremely long.

30 seconds. 20 seconds. Ten seconds
“9、8、7、6、5、4、3、2、1！”

"boom--"

Endless flames filled the entire line of sight.

Immediately afterwards, severe pain came from all over the body, directly breaking through the threshold of the human body, causing everyone except He Zhao and Monk Shangxu to fall into a coma.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Explosions sounded one after another, and Ruthless Zhao could clearly feel the impact on himself.

Due to the existence of the steel skin, he looked a little embarrassed personally, but it was actually not a serious problem.

Of course, there is also the golden light protection of the monk Shangxu.

In the next second, endless water poured in.

"Wake up. Wake up"

"Clap!!"

Monk Shangxu opened his mouth a few times, and the comatose peers all woke up one by one.

A group of people waited, resisting their physical injuries, and swam out of the first-class cabin, which was considered to be well-preserved.

When they emerged from the water, the monks in their thirties trembled visibly with the naked eye.

"Lalalalaang wrong. Laang wrong water!!"

"Master, what happened to Laon's wrong water?"

A certain immortal body owner swam up to him and asked.

"GuiGuiGuiGuiHulaang is wrong!!"

"Ghost Lake?!"

"No, I remember that 300 years ago, the water in Laon was completely dried up for some reason. When did it fill up again?"

Hearing this, there were one after another gasps among the survivors, contributing a lot to global warming.

The next moment, the fog started from nowhere.

The fog is extremely efficient, covering the entire lake in almost two or three breaths.

At the same time, a strange atmosphere slowly rose from the crowd.

(End of this chapter)