Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Hearing the shout, Wang Xuebin turned around, nodded lightly and said hello, without saying anything.

Seeing Wang Xuebin standing there like a wooden stake, Uncle Jiu was curious, so he stepped forward and looked down.

Just a glimpse of dizziness, nausea, limp limbs, and the howling curses of ghosts in his ears, he was sure he saw himself being slaughtered and tortured

"Tai Shang Tai Xing, constantly responding to changes, exorcising evil spirits, protecting life and body, wisdom is clear, peace of mind, three souls are eternal, soul is never lost, urgent as a law, order!"

Seeing Uncle Jiu collapsed to the ground due to the power of the flag, Wang Xuebin quickly put his hands together with his sword fingers, recited the mantra, and tapped Uncle Jiu's eyebrows hard.

Feeling the sense of clarity coming from between his brows, Uncle Jiu quickly recited the mantra silently, calmed down, and drove away the external demons.

Sitting quietly for a long time, Uncle Nine finally regained his strength, looked at Wang Xuebin with horror on his face, and asked with lingering fear:

"Guanlan, what kind of evil is this?"

"Evil? It's quite evil."

Wang Xuebin frowned, leaned over to help Uncle Jiu, and said softly:

"This is a banner of ten thousand souls. Ten thousand ghosts are banned in each banner. If I'm not mistaken, the purpose of Uncle Lin and the others to set up the Luotian Dajiao was to fight against this evil magic weapon."

"What? Ten thousand ghosts! This"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu was stunned. Naturally, he would not be unclear about the meaning of ten thousand ghosts.

Evil door?

How could something that was forged by millions of human lives not be evil?

Although Wang Xuebin didn't say it clearly, Uncle Jiu heard what he meant. Where did millions of lives come from? It's self-evident!

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu was stunned. Wang Xuebin said a simple sentence casually, but he felt that Wang Xuebin was expressing his dissatisfaction with himself and Sir Lin.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth, pursed his lips, and paused what he wanted to say again.

"What? Uncle Jiu, have you made a decision?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's question, Uncle Jiu's body trembled.

He is different from Sir Lin. His feelings for Wang Xuebin are not fear, but guilt. Because of himself, his parents died, his career was ruined, his body was ruined, and his reputation was ruined!

At least I still have Chen Fayi and Alian, and I still have some hope in the future, but Wang Xuebin is young and has nothing!

This is also the reason why no matter how much Wang Xuebin did that violated his principles, he never got angry and objected, but instead sheltered and indulged him more.

He always wanted to compensate Wang Xuebin for something!

All kinds of spells, no matter how powerful they are, no matter whether they are good or bad secrets, whatever he wants to learn, he has no reservations!

That is to say, Wang Xuebin doesn't lack anything, otherwise he would want to lose his family and property to make up for his guilt. At this time, let him say the words of forgiveness to the Japanese people, he is really a little embarrassed!

"I"

Wang Xuebin looked at Uncle Jiu's hesitant performance, thinking that he hadn't thought it through yet, raised his brows, and comforted him softly:

"It's okay. If you don't think about it, think about it again. It's nothing important anyway. Don't worry!"

"I'm not talking about Guanlan, what do you think?"

Wang Xuebin frowned slightly when he heard the words, turned his head and glanced at Uncle Jiu, who dared not look directly at him, and had an answer in his heart.

"It's all right for us to let them go, Uncle Jiu, what do you think?"

"I"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu took a deep breath, let it out slowly, mustered up his courage, and said softly:

"I think Guanlan, if you have the ability, let's let the Japanese people go

The so-called injustice has its head, and the debt has its owner. Those who hurt you and me are people from the magic circle. If we want revenge, we should target people from the magic circle.

For the revenge of the magic world, leave it to me, I assure you, it will never make them feel better! "

With that said, he took out a handwritten booklet from his arms, handed it to Wang Xuebin, raised his head and said firmly:

"This is a technique created by my late father called Shaw worship, and it is a technique that can completely eradicate the cultivation power of a country!

There are three volumes of Worship Shafa, and only two volumes were successfully used, turning Japan into what it is today.

If all three volumes are completed, within ten years, Japanese people will lose their ability to practice, and after 20 years, Japan will no longer have the ability to practice!

I will stay in Japan and complete this technique, not only to fulfill my late father's will, but also to seek justice for you!

Mission Hills, what do you think! "

Wang Xuebin looked up at Uncle Jiu, who was cautious, and suddenly felt bored, not because of Uncle Jiu's choice, but because of their attitude.

This made him realize for the first time that the practice of isolating magic arts from ordinary people was not only to protect ordinary people, but also to protect practitioners.

When your power surpasses people's cognition, whether they like it or not, deep down in their hearts, they will unconsciously feel rejection towards you.

Whether it's slander or insult, fear or awe, or keeping a respectful distance, all kinds of behaviors will only lose the basis for harmonious coexistence between people and practitioners.

Even Uncle Jiu, who is not shallow, can't face it calmly, so how can other people do it?

oh sad

Wang Xuebin took the book, flipped through it casually, returned it to Uncle Jiu, nodded and said:

"I understand what you mean, don't worry, I will solve it!"

As he said that, he lost his mind on nonsense, turned his head and glanced at the coastline not far away, then looked down at the few flags on the ground, lightly closed his eyes, put his hands together, and recited aloud:

"I wholeheartedly ask for the great compassion and great inspiration to save the suffering and the great inspiration Guan Yin Bodhisattva!

Wholeheartedly ask the great compassionate and great inspiration Guan Yin Bodhisattva!

Wholeheartedly ask for the great compassion and great inspiration to save the suffering and the great inspiration Guanyin Bodhisattva"

Wang Xuebin didn't use Xuangong, he just couldn't stop thinking about the Dharma image of Avalokitesvara he had seen before.

Dressed in white and barefoot, with black hair and a white hairpin, holding a clean bottle in his hand, he has a gentle temperament. As the picture he visualized became clearer and more vivid, the sky also shone with rays of light.

That is not the golden glow reflected by the morning sun, it is more dazzling than the morning glow, and what comes with the glow is a figure who does not know when or how to appear.

The figure took one step at a time, growing lotuses step by step, across the void, and came to Wang Xuebin.

But Uncle Jiu didn't notice all these visions at all. He just looked at Wang Xuebin puzzled, wondering why he praised the holy name of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, and he didn't see that Wang Xuebin looked like a Buddhist believer?