After the fake death, the big bosses rushed to treat me as a widow

The thick rain and fog that had plagued Qingyue Town for a long time finally dissipated.

Sunlight penetrates, and the air gradually becomes cool and light. The mist is like paint dispersed by water, washing and clearing from the center to the outside.

The remaining people on the outskirts gradually became aware of this change, and the townspeople of Qingyue Town who stopped outside the canyon rushed back one after another, and the remaining priests led the Dongjun King's men and horses across the road they had already walked. Return to Qingyue Town.

"This is... what happened here?"

Several priests rushed over and saw Xiang Lihong's torn body, they couldn't help crying in grief: "Master Xiangli—"

"Hurry up, Master Fozi has lost consciousness, come quickly."

"Why so much blood, so much blood... what to do? Lord Buddha is unconscious, what should we do now?"

"Ask the young master!"

Everyone saw Lan Xing, who was trapped in the center of the formation, covered in blood and had lost his mobility, so they couldn't help but heighten their vigilance.

A priest came to ask Rong Yi, looking at Lan Xing with some doubts: "Young master, may I ask what's going on?"

Rong Yi waved her hand to stop the others, and thought for a while: "It's okay. If the murderer is concerned, Fozi and his master have already found it. This is an envoy of God. I will send him back. Fozi's master can't be rescued." , The Buddha lost a lot of blood, I want your human doctors to treat him, and I will come over later, and I will treat him too."

He squatted down again, looked at Lan Xing at the same level, and supported the young man's shoulders.

Last time, he was so full of practice that he didn't look carefully.

Lan Xing's face was thin and handsome, and he seemed to be a little more mature than the fifteen or sixteen years old he remembered.It's just because of his gloomy temperament and the situation that he always seems a little fragile, which made him mistakenly think that he is still young.

Lan Xing still looked at him.

His dark eyes were exceptionally deep, with blood on his eyelashes, but he stared at him without blinking, expressionless, like a vigilant lone wolf.

"The one who hurt you is my future husband's master. I am Jiang Guo's guardian god and Jiang Guo's master-in-law. They are ignorant, so I will pay you back. I will let Brahma take you back to recuperate for a while. When you recover, I will send you back to God's Domain."

Rong Yi muttered again, looking at Lan Xing's face, her heart moved a little: "Oh, so tender...I mean, after you go back, you should get more tasks, such as praying for blessings and eliminating disasters, Things like exorcising evil and giving birth, when the world creates a dharma for you and starts to enshrine you, your mana will be stronger, and in the future, you can also leave this formation by yourself."

He thought that Lan Xing's silence came from anger and exhaustion, but Lan Xing only saw the boundless deep sea in his eyes.

These deep sea-like eyes reflected his appearance: the karma of the Phoenix had not yet disappeared, Rong Yi looked down at him in the wind and rain, like a ray of light, piercing the darkness of Qingyue Town for years.Lan Xing suddenly remembered that the executors of God's Domain had always made statues of Ming Xing's dharma statues and stood them in front of the gate of God's Domain as a warning and a direction to chase.

He had seen him before, and even though he had run out of mana right now and couldn't see Rong Yi's original body, he suddenly remembered that statue—the image of Jincai Liuli, a phoenix soaring nine heavens, with a red golden Feathers, Xiaguang are overshadowed by this.

Rong Yi's magic power burned through a big hole in the magic circle on the ground. He looked back at the unconscious Xiangli Feilu, and muttered: "I've already used it up, so it shouldn't matter if I use it a little more. Son of Buddha." Don't scold me any more."

He issued a command to the sky.

Ordinary people can't hear it, but at this moment, the whole group of birds in Qingyue Town suddenly startled from the forest, flapped their wings and flew away—it was a clear phoenix cry, reaching to the sky and piercing through the clouds.

Brahma, Five Trees and Six Flowers Plain, the little dragons guarding the gate heard this, and the leader, the little black dragon, brushed off the dust on his body, and shouted: "Brothers are gone, I have clearly ordered that we go down to pick up someone! "

On one side there was a little pink dragon that had been hibernating for a long time, and it woke up sleepily, "Who are you picking up? No. 30 eight?"

The other little dragons chattered and chattered: "That's right, it's been a long time since I heard your lord's order. The Daming kings were all very afraid that he would die in the mortal world. Not long ago, Jundali Daming king finally had the opportunity to visit him. It’s okay to come back, the big phoenix is ​​still alive..."

"I think it is, let's go, let's go and have a look, and we can discuss it with King Ming later, hehehe..."

The little dragons came quickly and disappeared.

They came down very quickly, and Lan Xing finally recovered from the heavy trauma of the soul-suppressing nail, and forced a smile: "Xie Mingxing is sympathetic, he is just the executor, if he doesn't go back and return, he will..."

The face of the leader of the Lan family clan came to his mind, along with the punishment of the executor in prison.

There is a penalty for not completing the task, a penalty for completing it too early, a penalty for having a task, and a penalty for not having a task.

Soul nails don't actually hurt.Because there are more than soul-suppressing nails in that prison, the nine-yin hammer can hammer into the soul, making life worse than death, and the three-soul candle can burn the primordial spirit, making the primordial spirit suffer the pain of being torn apart...

So much pain, pain for a long time, also become numb.It's also like his palpitations, which are painful when they attack, but he can't remember the pain anymore.

"What a big deal..." Rong Yi said lightly, grabbed a little dragon casually, and ordered, "Go to God's Realm and tell the executor, I will borrow their little executor for a while."

He turned his head and smiled at Lan Xing: "You can recuperate at my place, don't worry about other things, go back when you are done."

In the deep sea under Lan Xing's eyes, a slight fluctuation suddenly appeared.

Xiangli Feilu was seriously injured.

After the doctor came to see it, he was surprised: "If the Buddha's body is a mortal, then I'm afraid he would not be able to survive."

Knife wounds, soul-suppressing nails, demon claws piercing the heart, running around with blood loss, mana overdrawing, and forced use of forbidden techniques, all of them are things that can kill a person. There are still some magic medicines that are not used up, they only dare to use the medicinal materials there to heal his wounds.

Xiangli Feilu woke up four days later.

When his consciousness was sluggish, he had countless dreams, some of which he remembered, some of which he did not remember.Sometimes it was the bell of the pagoda, and sometimes I saw Xianglihong leading him on the suspension bridge between the pagoda and the tower.

From night to dusk, from early spring to winter snow, at last he saw Xiang Lihong leading him to a dark and gloomy bridge, and stopped in front of the bridge.

Xiang Lihong said: "Master is here. Don't come. From now on, you will leave alone."

And in his dream, he also seemed to feel something.He couldn't cross that bridge, and he was cut off between life and death.

There are also some things that are not dreams, he vaguely knows, but he just can't wake up.

He knew that the doctors around him came and went, that someone was boiling medicine in his room, and that the jars of medicine were burning hot on the stove, and he also knew...a young man in pink and white clothes dyed with the fragrance of flowers was gently lying beside his bed , looking at him with dark eyes, resting his chin on his hand.

"You don't want to die, you're dead, it's hard for me to find someone like you to feed people again. The Buddha Dharma transforms a person like you, if you die, it's hard to say when you will be born again..."

The young man looked down at the scar on his wrist, "I can see that you won't die this time, but I really want you to go faster, I think, since the formation is also burned, I will also send the executor away , and send you a little mana, there should be no big problem... I just don't know what kind of punishment will be received this time, will you scold me. "

His dejected look was like a student who had been punished in the school, and the slender white hands came along the sleeves and rested on his hands, bringing a steady stream of heat.

He saw the black and blue mark on his finger, and knew that it was the injury of Jiuyin Hammer, so he wanted to ask:

Are you healed?

Does your hand still hurt?

But he didn't wake up, and he didn't ask this sentence.Instead, during this complete rest, he remembered a long past event.

The phoenix catastrophe was not the first catastrophe he encountered in Jiang country.It was not the time when the peacock came.

The first national disaster he can remember was a drought.At that time, he was still young, just remembering things, Xiang Lihong was responsible for almost everything alone, he didn't go with him, he just looked up to the sky in the pagoda, the sun was scorching and suffocating, and the billowing heat wave hit his face.

It was a few years when there was no harvest in the world. The words in the prophecy were ambiguous. It only said that Jianguo was in a severe drought, and the fate would never end. The country would not perish.

Who brought down such a large-scale drought, that disaster, and who stopped the sudden end of the drought?

Xiangli Feilu suddenly opened his eyes.

His whole body was in pain, the bones were broken, and they were reattached, only the place where the soul nail penetrated was cold to the bone.

There was a priest guarding him next to him, and when he saw him wake up, he was both surprised and happy: "Buddha son? Master, are you awake?"

"Where's Rong Yi?" He also had the smell of blood in his throat, he stood up with difficulty, and lifted the Qingyue Sword beside the bed.

"Young Master Rong is sleeping in the next room."

"Xiangli... where is Mr. Xiangli?"

The priest was silent for a while.

Xiangli Feilu then said, "I see. I'll go to the next door first."

Xiangli Feilu coughed a few times, refused the priest's support, stepped lightly, and pushed open the door of the next room.

The house was empty, and he looked at the bed, which was also empty.

He didn't know where Rong Yi would go at this time, did he go back to Brahma?He took a step back, and suddenly stepped on something soft, and looked down, it was a soft feather.

Phoenix tail feathers... from under the bed.

He half-kneeled down and looked down, and saw Rong Yi changed her original body, huddled under the bed.Such a big phoenix covered its eyes with its wings and curled itself into a ball.

"Rong Yi?"

Rong Yi heard his voice, retracted her wings and looked out, a little pleasantly surprised: "Ah, it's you, you woke up?"

He fluttered a few times, took back his tail feathers, put them in a good place, and continued to shrink under the bed, a little nervous: "Although I also want to be tender and lingering with you, Buddha, I hope you will go out now, Jun Tu King Li Daming may be here soon, and I will be punished by him."

He had a sad face: "I hope this time the punishment from heaven will not hurt very much."