Chapter 2061

Qin Li takes a deep breath

At this point, there are variables.

Li Ping'an, who has been missing for a long time, went to Shenmo village.

Moreover, he was robbed and didn't know what happened. The village head was helpless and came to beg for help.

"Xianggong!"

Xia Yu asked

"Sacrifice first, or save people."

Qin Li calmed down, thought about it, and made a decision.

"Look at the tone of the village head. It's not very urgent. You can slow down."

"But Qianyuan people can't wait. I can hear them wailing. Every breath, thousands of people die. They must sacrifice at once."

Wen Yan!

There was no further hesitation.

They are busy preparing materials.

The altar falls, towering and holy.

Qin Li took a chance to breathe, bathed and changed clothes, burned incense and fasted.

The most important thing of a country is sacrifice and military.

Sacrifice.

It's a big thing.

It must be treated seriously.

There is no way to worship heaven before.

Now, we can't be careless in praying for all living beings.

evening.

the sun sinks in the west.

Light falls, darkness falls.

The world is bleak, the cold wind is howling, and the mountains are desolate.

"King Qin, the Seven Sacred lamps have been cast. Don't you really need lamp oil and wick?" Jiuxuan Dasheng waved his hand.

The breeze is gentle.

Seven lanterns came.

It happens to be red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.

All of them are made of top-grade materials, mixed with Shenjin.

Moreover, it is forged with the sage's heart fire to carve the trace of the Tao in Xi Jing.

"No!"

Qin Li collected seven lights.

Jiuxuan asked again:

"Do you want me to transfer a chanting boy from Yuanzhou to be a sacrificial officer?"

"I have a better choice."

Let's make a point.

Boom.

The night sky thundered.

Forty eight pagodas of merit emerge.

Fall on the altar, pour out merit gold cloud, filled with void.

On the altar, they see countless empty shadows. They sit upright, holding sacrificial utensils, singing the ancient scriptures, singing the flowers of heaven and women, singing the evening drum and morning bell, and even dancing dragons and phoenixes, and singing the Chi with unicorns

"The pagoda of merit is really of infinite use." All saints praise.

"Sacrifice begins!"

In the golden cloud, the holy voice shouts.

Qin Li wore a black sacrificial robe and walked slowly.

Where they have passed, the sky is in disorder, the earth is full of golden lotus, the auspicious clouds and auspicious atmosphere, the gods and beasts are singing together, the children chant scriptures, and the sounds of nature are mixed.

This is Daoyin.

The law of rhythm spread all over Qianyuan.

Among the thirty-two States, all the living beings are aware of the difference.

"I heard a beautiful song."

"You are ill and confused!"

"It's true!"

……

People are surprised.

The friars were all astonished.

Everyone thinks it's a sign of salvation.

Qin Li listens to the voice of the people and observes the sufferings of the world.

Step by step, slowly, on the altar, you will see a table.

This is the pagoda of merit, which is empty. Qin Li placed seven sacred lamps in turn, took out two substances and poured them into it.

"I am the most holy and supreme in Taiping Taihua. When I hear my voice, I am suffering and suffering. I can't extricate myself! Now the plague is rampant and rusty. I feel helpless and come to save the world... "

Wen Yan!

The world cheered.

"This is Huashen!"

"The prayer is answered at last!"

"Huashen is up, I am so miserable!"

"The plague is so cruel that it devours half the life of the village!"

On the land of Qianyuan, countless suffering people fell to their knees and wept bitterly.

In a village.

A young man was overjoyed.

He was just Xiao Mo who had a close relationship with Qin Li.

"Grandfather, do you hear me? Huashen heard our prayer, and now he wants to send down grace and save us

Pop!

Open the door.

There was a smell of rust.

The house was full of plague patients.

They are miserable and ferocious, skinny and covered with evil rust.

The ink painting is among them. Half of the body is stiff, the hair is rusty, the eyes are turbid, and the breath is weak.

"Get out!"

Mo Tu is old and roars:

"This is an epidemic site!"

"Want to get infected? Don't you want to die? "

Small ink scared back a few steps, can only look at the door of the decadent grandfather.

Qin Li's voice still rings in my ears.

"No need to cry!"

"In the dark, I am equal to you."

"Tonight, I want to light a lamp for all living beings, turn it into hope and dispel the cold."

"All the ups and downs of the bitter sea, just light a lamp, have a good heart, call my name, can suppress the plague pain."

Qin Li has a warm voice.

He raised his hand and took out a jade box.

Open a look, there are seven seven seven color chalcedony daggers.

See here.

People don't know why.

Who knows Qin Li took out the dagger.

With a puff, he poked into the big hole of his body.

"Xianggong!"

Concubine Xia Yu was stunned.

Other relatives and friends are also dismayed and worried.

"No harm!"

Qin Li was extremely calm.

Take out another knife and kill your heart.

Fairy blood drops, dream color, fall in the lamp.

"I am the spirit of courage. All those who dare to make decisions are greedy."

"I am the spirit of modesty. All those who are modest should stay away from arrogance."

"I am the spirit of honesty. All those who keep their promises will suppress their desires."

"I am the spirit of diligence. Those who strive to be strong can cut down laziness."

"I am the spirit of compassion. I have no fear of jealousy when I pity the weak."

"I am the spirit of kindness. All friendly and gentle people will never be angry."

"I am the spirit of wisdom. All those who are wise and self aware are beyond ignorance."

Knife after knife.

Qin Li stands on the altar.

There are seven blades on the body, flowing immortal blood.

Falling in the Seven Sacred lamps, mixed with two substances.

Xi, is hope, is people's persistence to beauty, so it can restrain the evil power of depraved darkness.

Qin Li was familiar with the evil canon and the Xijing for a short time, and combined with the technique of Fengshen. Then he used the secret method of pricking blood to call for the power of seven spirits to integrate into the body. Once they were Fengshen, now they turn into hope, which is the most appropriate.

Hum!

Seven blades vibrate.

Overflow the power of seven spirits.

Fall in the lamp, into a fire.

This is the fire of hope, forming a lotus shape, in which the virtual shadow sits.

They are not only the projection of Qin Li's noble quality, but also the expectation of all living beings. They chanted together: "the darkness is coming, I hope to light the lamp, I am equal to you, until the end of the night, the dawn, the dawn..."

A word falls.

Echoing in the ears of all living beings.

Seems to feel the protection of the dark.

"Lights!"

"The light must be on!"

Xiao Mo wakes up in a hurry.

I made a pottery lamp, melted half a piece of butter and lit the wick.

A tiny firefly, shining through a radius of three feet, can not disperse the darkness, but it is enough to give people encouragement and hope.

Placed in the ward.

Many patients can't help crying.

"I think of my lost brother, who didn't survive the plague."

"I can't die. I have a wife and children waiting for me at home."

"I won't give in to disease."

The people are fighting.

Mo Tu also remembered his dream.

That is to draw a map of Huazhou before death.

Originally rigid body, although still cold, but blood began to flow.

"Grandfather!"

Xiaomo is ecstatic.

Mo Tu got up tremblingly

"Come on, help me to the village temple. I want to worship Huashen."

In the village.

There is a temple.

There are many tablets in it.

Some are the ancestors of the village, and some are wild spirits.

Due to the success of offering sacrifices to heaven, Qin Li was shaped into a clay body, wearing a yellow coat and standing in the center.

Many villagers also came, holding an oil lamp, they gathered to light up the temple, reflecting the mercy of Huashen.

Mo Tu knelt down to thank him: "Xiao Mo, Huashen has been very kind to us. First he continued to connect with the dragon, and then he saved Qianyuan. Now he has compassion on us and dispelled the plague. We should pray for him."

Small ink think of Qin Li, heart worship, yearning for such a great person.

Then, the sound of blessing sounded.

It's not just them.

A lot of people are praying.

They gathered in the temple of China to tell their expectations for the future.

Even some of the diseased monsters are crawling in the village. They dare not hurt others. They bow their heads and groan, grateful for the candlelight of Huashen.

Huazhou.

On the altar.

The lamp got feedback.

More and more bright and eye-catching, warm heart.

"Good!"

Qin Li smiles.

Pull out the jade blade one by one.

The wound healed and turned pale.

Qin Li broke his spirit and lit the holy lamp, which hurt his foundation.

"Boy Qin, are you ok?" Dugu Laomo and others gathered around and sent out some healing elixirs.

"Nothing."

Qin Li didn't take pills.

Because there is no medicine for the immortal body.

Can only recuperate slowly, restore vitality.

Jiuxuan great saint was overjoyed: "King Qin, you have lifted the plague."

Qin Li shook his head and gave a bitter smile: "it's just suppression, which makes evil power dormant, and can't spread harm."

"Although I used a special method, combined with Shinto means, but evil force is the existence of the updated version 13, it is impossible to remove it. But as long as we control the plague, we will have time to deduce the "Xi Jing" and overcome evil forces. "