Fairy King's Handbook

In the autumn of the world, the sun is warm and the breeze is light, which is very comfortable.The two wandered all the way, although Yan Chongming had a calm expression on his face, it was clearly rare and tight.Meng Zhen didn't point it out, just like he did with Shen Li in the past, Meng Zhen always stopped to take a look at interesting and novel things, and then explained them carefully to Yan Chongming.

Unexpectedly, after walking around for a while, the sky, which was still sunny just now, was suddenly surrounded by cloudy clouds, and after a while, it rained heavily.

Pedestrians on the street hid in teahouses and restaurants to avoid the rain. Naturally, the two of them were not afraid of the wind and rain, but it was not good to just walk on the road like this. Meng Zhen saw a fairly spacious teahouse on the street, and walked in with Yan Chongming.

Although the teahouse was wide, it was still overcrowded, and there was no space in the hall. Meng Zhen and Yan Chongming did not go in, but found a slightly spacious place under the corridor, watching the pouring rain in front of them.

"It's been raining for more than ten days in a row, when will it stop?" Pedestrians sheltering from the rain complained under the corridor.

"Isn't it? The rain came as soon as it was said, without warning. It seems that God is angry." Someone echoed.

"If this goes on like this, the crops in the field will drown, it's really worrying..."

"I heard people from the south say that the coast has been flooded, many people are homeless and their lives are gone, let alone crops..."

"Hey, I don't know if you've heard, but a relative of mine who fled from the south said that there is a water monster in the South China Sea. He once watched it from a distance, and that scene was mild without any loss of soul..."

Although the few people over there lowered their voices, Meng Zhen and Yan Chongming could hear them clearly.The two of them looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

Meng Zhen and Yan Zhongming hid their figures and walked into the rain.

"It is impossible for there to be a water demon in the South China Sea," Meng Zhen said.

Yan Chongming frowned for a moment, but did not speak.

"Yanshan Jun, let's take a look." Meng Zhen had a bad feeling in his heart.

Yan Chongming also had this intention, the two of them walked against the wind, and arrived at the shore of the South China Sea in a short time.

It was just a few months since they went to Cangwu Sea from this place last time, and the situation in front of them has been turned upside down.The peaceful seaside fishing village in the past has long been swallowed by floods, with huge waves and strong winds blowing across the sea.The coastal area is already a vast expanse of ocean, and there are no traces of people.

Meng Zhen stared at the sea, and a hundred miles away, there was a huge blind monk walking on the sea with a pipa on his back.

And following the blind monk were several monsters with human faces and snake bodies. The human faces were charming female figures. The length of the snake body could wrap around the tree three times. The two curved claws under the water were like oars. At this time, countless warriors in armor were sitting on the snake, marching forward mightily.

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Yan Chongming also saw this situation, those silver-armored warriors are very familiar, they are the soldiers of the heavens.And those Qingjia soldiers came from the West Sea.

The road to the Cangwu Sea is densely covered with illusions. They had already learned the lesson last time. If they hadn't followed Ji Wuxing, it would have been impossible to get there.Meng Zhen frowned as he looked at those warriors who didn't need to guard against the wind a hundred miles away.

"They actually found Haizuotou and Hunv!" The blind monk is Haizuotou, and the one with the human face and snake body is Hunv.Meng Zhen once read the records about "Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night" in Xuanyin's study.

Haizuotou is a good kind of ghost, who will guide the fishermen trapped in the fog, while Rueru is transformed from the undead of a drowned woman, hiding in the shallow sea, and is good at making waves.

A big battle is inevitable, and the two look very heavy.

"Yanshan Jun, what should we do now?" They couldn't control the wind a hundred miles away, and they couldn't go to the Cangwu Sea at all.

"Wait a little longer." Yan Chongming frowned, carefully checking the situation on the sea surface.

The sea was foggy, the rain was torrential, and the vision in front of the eyes was blurred. Finally, those mighty soldiers went farther and farther, without a trace.

About an hour later, there was a loud bang from the thick fog on the sea surface, and another group of Xihai soldiers came riding the wind and waves.Several wet girls with human faces and snake bodies were cruising on the surface of the sea. Not far away, the blind monk came back again, standing far above the surface of the sea.

The two looked at each other, quickly transformed into figures, and took their breath away.Hiding among the team of Xihai soldiers, she sat on the snake body of the humiliating girl.

Meng Zhen was worried all the way, this is no longer the first team of soldiers marching into the Cangwu Sea, it has been going on for some time depending on the situation on the sea surface.He didn't dare to think about the changes in Cangwu Sea at all.

With the guidance of the sea seat head, she walked freely in the mirage all the way, avoiding the mirage rising from the sea, Ru Nuu was very fast, and found the entrance of the Cangwu Sea in a short time.

The original enchantment disappeared, and everyone seemed to be in a no-man's land.

The scene in front of me is also bloody, the peace and tranquility of the past no longer exist, the magnificent and luxurious pavilions have collapsed, and there are fleeing refugees everywhere in the territory, a state of panic.

All the way to ruins and ruins, flames of war everywhere, Meng Zhen stepped on the rubble and went straight to Wushan.

The gate of Wushan Xingyun was shattered, and there were shocking bloodstains on the wall.

A wave of panic surged in Meng Zhenxin's head, and he spun around like a headless chicken in the huge cloud of Wushan, shouting anxiously: "Ji Wuxing! Ji Wuxing! Qianyu!"

There was blood everywhere, the ground was slippery, the houses collapsed, and there were fallen corpses along the road. Meng Zhen went crazy to break the faces of those corpses. Every one was very strange, not Ji Wuxing!

"Meng Zhen, don't touch it!" Yan Chongming, who followed him all the way, growled and grabbed his hand.

"Qianyu... Tell me, will Qianyu die..." Meng Zhen stared at the corpses, his voice trembling slightly.

"Don't worry, Ji Wuxing is not here." Yan Chongming wiped off the blood on Meng Zhen's hands with a towel.

"Xinxin Pavilion!" Meng Zhen seemed to have thought of something, and walked out, Yan Chongming followed him all the way to the Xinxin Pavilion.

The door of the Xinxin Pavilion was open, but there was no blood, and there was no sound in the garden.Meng Zhen went around the Xinxin Pavilion and found no one.

Meng Zhen suddenly took a few steps around and came to the room he used to live in. The room was as spacious and empty as before. He walked to the side of the bed, and the stool was still where it was.

"Yan Tiger, come here." Meng Zhen pulled Yan Chongming to the couch, he reached out and groped under the stool, and finally felt a bump, he pressed it down hard, and then quickly fell down on the couch.With a bang, the bed board opened automatically, and the two fell down.

There was darkness in front of his eyes, and the sound of water flowing was still in his ears. Yan Chongming subconsciously hugged Meng Zhen the moment the bed board opened. Fortunately, the secret passage was smooth and there were no sharp stones bumping against it.

After a while, there are two familiar towers with angled corners, "Xihe Worships the Stars" and "Donghe Worships the Moon".

It's just that the "Donghe Worshiping the Moon" on the right is temporarily covered by an enchantment, and there is no one in it.

"Xihe Worshiping Stars" on the left is a gathering of people.

The group of people obviously also noticed the movement here, and they all looked over.

"Mr. Meng! Mr. Yan! Why are you here!" Someone in the crowd recognized them and exclaimed in surprise.

Only then did Meng Zhen see that most of these people were from the Xinxin Pavilion back then, and the one who spoke just now was Su Qing who wanted to introduce his younger sister to Yan Chongming.

The two walked into Xihe to worship the stars, and everyone was excited for a while.

"Mr. Meng, Mr. Yan, what's going on outside?" It was the irritable Yu Sheng who spoke.

Meng Zhen didn't care about answering, and asked anxiously, "Where's Ji Wuxing?"

Those people fell silent suddenly, and Meng Zhen searched everywhere in the crowd.Finally it was Su Qing who said: "Ji, Mr. Ji sent us here for refuge and left."

This group of people used to be ashamed of Ji Wuxing's behavior before, and when they talked about her, they always implied contempt, and they would call her "shameless person", but they didn't expect that when the disaster was imminent, it was the "shameless person" in their mouth who sent them away. Taking refuge here, they were ashamed for a while, so they had to keep silent.

"When did it happen?" Meng Zhen asked.

"About ten days." Su Qing said.

Ji Wuxing was not here, and Meng Zhen stopped staying. He searched around the empty first floor, and finally found the big shell hammock hidden by spiritual power.

"The war outside is not over yet, everyone, wait a little longer, let's say goodbye first." Meng Zhen performed an impediment technique, retracted his figure, and pulled Yan Chongming to lie down on the big shell. The moment he lay down, the rope broke, After a while, they returned the same way.

After leaving the Xinxin Pavilion, the city was scorched and desolate.

The Jisi River in the south of the city is bright red, and the Yuanxing Temple by the river is dilapidated and depressed. The temple that used to be prosperous in the past is now desolate in Yemen.

Meng Zhen walked in, the temple was silent, only one monk was meditating in front of the Buddha, it was the monk who had explained Meng Zhen's doubts.

"Master is well." Meng Zhen stepped forward to make a Buddhist salute, wanting to ask about what happened here.

There was no reply for a long time. Meng Zhen was waiting to ask again, but Yan Chongming said: "He passed away."

Meng Zhen stood there for a moment.

The monk in front of him was meditating in front of the Buddha with his hands clasped together, his face was as compassionate and serene as before. Meng Zhen walked over and saluted him, trying to close his eyes, so he stretched out his hand.

As soon as he touched the monk's face, a puff of smoke dissipated, and there was no meditating monk in front of him, only a cloud of dust remained.

On the dust, a piece of white bone was particularly obvious. Meng Zhen picked up the piece of white bone and spread it in the palm of his hand. The bone turned into powder when it was blown by the wind. In an instant, the powder grew against the wind again.

In the palm is a crystal green flower with seven petals, the green light is flowing, and it is endless.

"Buddha's Nirvana left behind relics, Buddha's bones grow flowers, can calm hostility, can gather broken souls, can solve all kinds of difficulties, can overcome the suffering in the world, and live endlessly, it is for eternal life."

It turned out to be the case.

Yan Chongming looked at the green flower in Meng Zhen's palm with a complicated expression, and was silent for a moment.

"Yan Tiger, I have thought of a way to relieve the suffering here." Meng Zhen said to Yan Chongming holding the eternal life flower.

"No!" Yan Chongming stopped immediately.He suddenly remembered the scene he saw in Meng Zhen's memory. It was clearly a green flower, but Meng Zhen cut his wrist, and the green flower turned bloodthirsty into a red flower.

"Why not?" Meng Zhen was very surprised, he didn't understand Yan Chongming's thoughts.

"No, no!" Yan Chongming refused without hesitation.

"But you have also seen that there are resentful spirits and wild ghosts everywhere here, and there is a lot of hostility. If you don't resolve it quickly, it may cause a change." Meng Zhen is still trying to explain.

"That can't be at the price of blood!" Yan Chongming blurted out.

"Blood? What kind of blood? No need for blood, just spiritual power..." Meng Zhen looked at Yan Chongming inexplicably.

"Yes, is it?" Yan Chongming looked away guilty, he was almost discovered by Meng Zhen just now, and he read what he remembered.

Since there was no need to cut his wrists, Yan Chongming naturally had no objections.

The two were in the Buddhist hall, Meng Zhen put the eternal flower in front of the case, and together with Yan Chongming, sent spiritual power to the flower.

In an instant, the petals of the immortal flower radiated green light, and the green light became more and more, first filling the Buddhist hall, and then with the infusion of spiritual power from the two of them, those green lights floated out of the Buddhist hall and scattered in the world , endlessly.

In the darkness where no one pays attention, the hostility subsides and the suffering dissipates.The runaway souls were transformed and entered into the afterlife in an orderly manner.

The two collected their spiritual power, Yan Chongming looked at the decayed eternal life flower in front of the Buddha, frowned and asked, "Why did it wither..."

In fact, what he wanted to ask more was the flower in Meng Zhen's arm.

Meng Zhen saw what Yan Chongming was thinking at a glance, he was a little happy, and jokingly said: "Because I am a living person."

Only then did Yan Chongming feel relieved, and when he saw Meng Zhen's expression, he immediately turned sullen again, turned around and went out first.