Author: Bamboo Rice

The general trend of the world is that if it has been divided for a long time, it must be united, and if it has been united for a long time, it must be divided.

Therefore, when Changji and Qinluo left one after another, Yuan Zhao did not check the good or bad luck of their trip. Because no matter good or bad, they could not prevent them from leaving, so why bother?

Now, looking at the shimmering harp, Yuan Zhao was silent and raised his hand to use the tracing technique to check its approximate history.

Because it is an overview, the images passing through the light curtain can only be the main thread leading to Chang Ji’s death——

It turned out that after Changji left Yusang Island, she began to travel alone in the ten directions, especially the places she had visited deep in her memory. Her old friend Buddha was no longer around, and Changjixi, who was deeply affected by his moral outlook, became associated with Buddhist disciples.

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During her travels, she respected and protected both Buddhist and Taoist disciples.

Until later, she met an evil cultivator wearing a cassock. Because he had the face of an old friend, she originally followed him all the way, but she found that he was extremely vicious and relied on the skills of deceiving and plundering people in the two realms to boost her own cultivation.

She originally wanted to get rid of him, but unfortunately he was too hypocritical and alert, so he ran away from her many times.

When the other person sees her, he always looks at his face, thinking that she has a deep affection for him without knowing it, so he tries to seduce her in various ways.

Changji has followed two masters successively. The Buddhist disciples of Xitian traveled around the three realms and ten directions, experiencing the sufferings of all living beings. The Lord of Nantian is an expert at slaying demons. His eyes are like a torch and he can see through the appearances of all living beings transformed by evil spirits. His thunderous methods never fail.

She saw through the other side's little plan before it even started. They battled wits and courage along the way, but no one could kill the other.

Long silence means being idle, firm in goal, and eating to the end.

But the evil cultivator was a very ambitious cultivator who wanted to make rapid progress in his cultivation. Seeing that he couldn't kill her and couldn't win her over, he decided to quit and found a place to hide when she wasn't prepared.

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He originally wanted to hide for ten years and a hundred years, waiting for her to leave this realm before venturing into the world.

But by chance, I accidentally learned from some Buddhist cultivators that her true body was actually a demon bone harp! That demon bone was the bone of an ancient demon god. Who could refine her true body and skills for oneself?

If there is, whoever is the demon god.

Driven by huge profits, the evil cultivator could not control his desire for the power of the demon god, so he laid out numerous mazes and began to encircle and suppress the demon bone konghou.

Little did he know that while he was greedily coveting the demon bone Konghou, the demon bone Konghou was also looking at him coldly.

In order to lure him out, Chang Ji exposed her true identity regardless of her own safety. Although she successfully lured the target out, she also attracted the attention and malice of others who coveted her demon body.

Fortunately, her previous respect and protection for people in Buddhism and Taoism was also exchanged for the sincere protection of the two monks.

Evenly matched, in the ultimate battle of confrontation, the good and evil monks almost died together. Most of the rabble invited by the evil cultivator died. He himself stared at her in front of the soul and asked:

"Why?"

Why are you chasing him to the death? There are as many evil monks and evil cultivators in the three realms and ten directions as stars. There are many who are more sinful than him. Why do you only chase him and beat him but also insist on killing him?

"Because of your face." Changji said matter-of-factly.

She could not stand by and watch others do harm to the common people in the face of her old friend. The old man was a Buddhist who was open-minded and tolerant and compassionate towards the common people. How could he allow others to be ignorant and fearless and wantonly blaspheme? Even though the evil cultivator himself knew nothing about it.

But he had a face like that and didn't do anything serious, so he was destined to die in her hands.

Changji is not good either. She is a spirit, and death means the spirit will disappear. Even if she is the immortal attendant of Nantian Shenjun, there is no such thing as a reciprocity between heaven and man.

In the light curtain, Chang Ji leaned against the stone, looking at the monks who fell to the ground with envy.

She had stayed in the Western Heaven and the Southern Heaven, and knew that these Buddhist and Taoist cultivators had immeasurable merits in this battle. The end of this life meant the beginning of a new life. Including that evil cultivator, although his sins were serious, he would suffer unspeakably in the next ten lives.

But he can survive after all, unlike her...

In this battle, she was the only one who really died. It doesn't matter, her old friend is gone, and living is boring.

"My little friend... seems to have an unfulfilled wish?" An old Taoist who was seriously injured and waiting to die caught a glimpse of the regret in her eyes and couldn't help but curiously asked.

Changji glanced at him after hearing the words, and saw that the light of heaven was shining on the other person's body. This was a sign that the spirit of Nantian was about to die. The image of the white-clothed divine king could not help but come to mind, and he sighed slightly and said slowly:

"I want to be a Buddhist."

She wanted to return to the Brahma Realm of the West, walk on the path that her old friends had walked, and see what her old friends saw.

It's a pity that she can't die, and the old Taoist also knows that she can't die, and the spirit of the weapon has not passed away. He didn't know what to say for a moment, and he couldn't say anything anymore. When the backup people arrived in a hurry, everyone present was dead and no one survived.

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Looking at the long silence in the light curtain, he fell to the ground weakly. Lin Shu was the only one in the hall who silently burst into tears.

Among the immortals present, she was the only one with the lowest cultivation level, and she had been working with Chang Ji for many years. Xiao Bai didn't count, and she didn't know Chang Ji, so she would not be sad if she looked like a passerby.

However, Yuan Zhao was not sad either.

Watching the origin-tracing technique complete, I watched the Buddha's light lingering on the harp, slowly rising into the sky, and forming a familiar figure.

Huh? Lin Shu was stunned when he saw this scene.

"God Lord," the long-silent shadow in mid-air looked at Yuan Zhao with a gentle expression, and said with a smile, "Thanks to the blessings of all my Taoist friends, I would like to have the opportunity to be reborn in the immortal world in exchange for a ray of spiritual energy. The Buddha agreed and helped

I left my demon body and was reborn as a human..."

In the next life, I will be a man and start the path of Buddhist cultivation. I came here to say goodbye to the Lord God.

"Thousands of immortal roads lead to the same destination through different paths. I hope the gods will be safe and well."

"The great unity of the ten directions is cherished by you." Yuan Zhao blessed with a smile.

Changji Yingying bent her knees, then turned to look at Lin Shu, smiled happily, and her figure faded away. The look she turned around made Lin Shu burst into tears. She cried with joy, and left the hall quietly for fear of disturbing the interest of the immortals.

All the immortals in the hall glanced at her back, and then looked at the divine king in charge.

After a long silence, the harp fell into Yuan Zhao's hand, and he stroked the strings gently. The sound was still clear and distant, no different from usual. The only change was that there was no spirit inside. It was a musical instrument or a murder weapon, it all depends on the user.

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"The artifact is useless. I'm afraid this demon bone harp cannot be given to anyone easily." Immortal Lord Guanglan reminded.

"It has recognized me as its master, so naturally it cannot allow anyone else to do so." Yuan Zhao smiled slightly and put it into the storage ring, "There is no need to publicize this matter, let alone let my three senior brothers know about it, so as not to worry the elders."

Her words made Guang Lan and Hua Sheng look at each other, then they smiled and responded in unison:

"Xiaoxian obeys your orders."

Sure enough, she couldn't hide it. It was His Majesty the Heavenly Lord's order to accompany her in the lower realms to celebrate the festival, to prevent her from running around while her injuries were not healed. As for the demon bone harp, it was the artifact that the old Taoist Lord found for her back then, and it must be harmless.

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The little god is not a prisoner, and there is no need to seek His Majesty's permission for everything. It doesn't matter whether you say it or not.

After the banquet was over, Hua Sheng privately found Lin Shu, who had calmed down, and repeatedly told him not to mess around with someone until he recovered from his injuries. Afterwards, Hua Sheng and Guang Lan took Xian'e and the immortal shepherds back to heaven.

After watching everyone go away, Lin Shu continued to find a place to cry bitterly.

Aru was chanting under the tree from beginning to end.

Baiying seemed to be the only one left in the huge shrine, standing outside the palace gate, looking around blankly, not knowing where to go.
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