Chapter 123

Ginseng tree gradually recovered in the wash of the essence of Zhen Yuan Zi and Qingfeng.

What surprised me was where the three thousand wronged souls that zhenyuanzi said before he became a monk.

Rain continues to wash the earth, along with ginseng trees also enjoy this with Xianli rain.

Suddenly, my eyes were fixed, because I found that no matter how much rain washed, there was still a black fog on the top of ginseng tree.

The black fog wrapped around the top of the ginseng tree, as if it was a haze that could not be waved away.

Perhaps due to the influence of the black fog, the ginseng fruit on the top sometimes frowns and sneers, which looks very strange.

"That black fog is what master said about three thousand evil spirits!" I don't know when Mingyue came to me. She looked at the black fog and said, "master knows his sin, so he gave up the chance of reincarnation to solve the three thousand wronged souls. But he has too much resentment. Even if master uses the thousand year cultivation to turn into this drizzle, he still can't wash away the resentment of the three thousand wronged souls."

When I heard Mingyue's explanation, I was shocked and asked, "what will be their ending?"

The moon glanced at me and replied without expression: "if they do this all the time, they will become ghosts and ghosts, and finally integrate with ginseng tree. Only then will ginseng tree really become an evil tree."

"But don't worry, I won't let Shifu's hard work be in vain!"

All of a sudden, the moon sat cross legged on the ground with a look of determination on her face.

Just as I was wondering what she was going to do, I heard a chant coming from her mouth.

The voice of the bright moon is very soft, as if calling the wanderer back home.

Drizzle, singing...

all these inexplicably make my heart a little heavy.

The ancestor of earthly immortals has been reduced to such a state. I think it is so desolate.

Ticking, ticking...

a sound of bells aroused my idea. Looking in the direction of the sound, I found that little Annie had walked to the ginseng tree unconsciously.

There was a trace of confusion in her eyes, as if she was looking for something.

"Sophomore, are you talking to me?" Little Annie asked the ginseng tree, but there was no response.

When I was about to bring Annie back, I found that Yan shook his head at me: "don't disturb Annie. She is saying goodbye to her friend now!"

Farewell?

Annie was alone in front of the ginseng tree, saying goodbye to the ghost.

But when I found that little Annie was listening attentively, she finally shut up.

Maybe little Annie is really saying goodbye to her friends now!

After a long time, little Annie came back to me with tears in her eyes. She pulled my sleeve and said pitifully, "what a tragedy! He said that he would go to a far place, and maybe he would never see his parents again. "

Nima! You're really saying goodbye to ghosts.

Hearing what little Annie said, I was shocked and looked at the low end of the ginseng tree.

Under the guidance of the bright moon, the black fog that used to occupy there gradually vacated the ginseng tree. In the blur, I saw countless faces.

There are joy, sadness, and not give up...

these complex expressions make the black fog look extremely strange.

The drizzle is still scouring, but according to this trend, it should not last long.

With a soft drizzle sprinkled on the mass of black fog, issued a "Zizi" sound.

The black fog was washed away, and the bright lights rose, thinking of the brightest stars in the sky.

The bright light carries the hope of countless lives, just like a meteor in front of my eyes.

One, two... Count carefully, no more, no less, just three thousand.

I know it was the three thousand souls buried under the ginseng tree, and they were finally willing to be reincarnated.

Until the last light cut across the sky, to the other side, the drizzle finally stopped.

At this time, the moon pale, forehead covered with fine beads of sweat. Before she could wipe the sweat off her forehead, she looked up at the sky and showed a bright smile: "master, the moon has lived up to your expectations."

All of a sudden, the original dark sky rushed up two bright lights.

As if with a gorgeous life rushed to the other side of the next life.

The rain stopped and the ginseng fruit was ripe.

But at the moment, there is no half of the joy of ginseng fruit, there is only heavy.

Mingyue stands up, walks slowly to the ginseng tree and caresses it.

All of a sudden, the ginseng tree was rocking wildly.

"The master has gone, and the elder martial brother has gone. You are the only relative I have in the world."As if to understand the moon's words, ginseng tree shaking action more and more big, until the moon's hand on the trunk, it is quiet.

Feeling the ginseng tree's dependence on itself, Mingyue smiles on her face and waves her fist, as if to cheer herself up: "don't worry, I will live for them."

Suddenly, the moon jumped on the ginseng tree, picked the biggest three fruits from above, and slowly came to me.

Looking at the ginseng fruit in Mingyue's hand, my heart moved slightly, but there was no change on my face.

Mingyue delivered the fruit to me and said in a soft judo voice: "according to the previous agreement, you will find the ginseng tree for wuzhuangguan and give you two. The other one is your reward for helping my master achieve his wish. "

Took a look at the ginseng fruit in front of me, and I accepted it.

After all, the ginseng fruit has been washed away by the rain of zhenyuanzi, and there are not so many sins on it.

It's not that hard to accept.

After taking the ginseng fruit, I suddenly thought of where Mingyue would go in the future and asked, "what's the plan of Mingyue fairy in the future?"

Mingyue is also a mythical person. It would be a great help if she could be brought into the super Seminary.

But the next sentence of Mingyue completely broke my hope.

She lowered her head and thought for a while, then said in a soft voice, "I will always stay in Wuzhuang temple. After all, there are thousands of years of hard work of the master. But don't worry, Wuzhuang Temple won't reappear in the world. Just think of it as a myth

All of a sudden, the moon's face is a positive: "Ge xiaolun, can you promise me something?"

See the moon so serious appearance, my heart suddenly a tight.

Will Mingyue not ask for the continuation of incense for wuzhuangguan?

If so, do you agree or agree?

But the next sentence of Mingyue proves that I think too much.

Mingyue looked up at the sky and said slowly, "I hope you don't tell me what happened here. Let the kind and simple ancestor of the earth immortal stay in the myth forever!"

Yes!

Maybe the ancestor of the earth immortal should have been in the myth.