Prajna Buddhas: The untold secrets from the abyss of Buddhism. By using this technique, you can summon the gods and Buddhas of the gods to frighten the bad luck.

Qin He took a look and saw that it was indeed a reward for a super-class demon.

It is also an untold secret of Abyss Buddhism, and its level is quite good.

By the way, there are really a lot of good things in Abyss Buddhism.

There was the mighty heavenly dragon in the front, the Dharma Mantra in the back, and now there are the Prajna Buddhas.

It feels like one is stronger than the other.

All the gods and Buddhas came out, and the king of hell had to retreat from this scene.

If you study decisively, you will immediately understand the secrets of the skills and master them.

Another hundred million points of progress.

"Sir, why do you pause for a while every time a corpse is burned?" At this time, Wang Tiezhu asked curiously.

Qin He squinted his eyes and said with a half-smile, "You are quite careful in your observations."

Wang Tiezhu suddenly felt a thump in his heart, secretly thinking that it was not good.

Paralyzed by curiosity, I asked questions I shouldn't have.

"Master, I just asked casually, and you just thought I farted." Wang Tiezhu covered his mouth and waved his hands repeatedly.

"I'm going to plant the peppers tomorrow." Qin He ignored it, yawned, and lay down on his bed.

Speaking of which, I haven't slept well for a while and I feel sleepy.

"yes."

Wang Tiezhu nodded quickly as if he was being pardoned.

In an instant, a large number of pepper planting, cultivation and breeding techniques appeared in my mind.

…

In the middle of the night, cremation room No. 7 was quiet and deep.

Qin He was snoring slightly, and the little mink was curled up in Qin He's arms. The flames of the corpse cremator were swaying. Only Wang Tiezhu, who was used to staying up all night, took out the pepper seeds and sifted them one by one.

At this moment, a kid wearing a pointed hat and a black chain on his hand walked into the crematorium.

It was darker in color than the soul body, and it penetrated directly through the wall. The wall beams and pillars did not hinder it at all. When it walked to the crematorium, it just glanced at it and threw the iron chain out.

The iron chain instantly bound Huang Xian's soul in the ashes of the crematorium. With a strong pull, Huang Xian's soul separated from the crematorium and was suspended in mid-air.

It is very familiar with the action of throwing out the chain and binding it, just like a fisherman throwing out the fishing net.

Huang Xian's soul is obviously more solid than ordinary dead souls, but there is no resistance, his eyes are empty, and his intelligence is not yet alive.

After binding the souls, the little ghost did not leave, but stayed in the crematorium. Seeing Wang Tiezhu carefully sorting pepper seeds, it came closer to take a look.

Seeing that Wang Tiezhu had no reaction to his presence, he even stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Wang Tiezhu.

After fiddling with it for a while, it turned to Qin He again and poked its head in, its eyes full of curiosity.

But at this moment, a round, white and flawless little head slowly stretched out from Qin He's arms without any warning, and made eye contact with it.

The kid paused for a moment, then shrunk his neck and quickly grabbed Huang Xian's soul and ran away.

It looked like a frightened deer.

…

For many days after that, the capital became slightly calmer than before.

The biggest reason is that the shit-stirring stick that was everywhere finally stopped.

It has rained in the capital for several days. Although the amount is not much and every drop is as expensive as oil, spring plowing has begun.

The climate in Dali has become increasingly drier and colder in the past ten years, and experienced farmers no longer expect good weather and good weather. It is considered lucky to be able to plant live spring seedlings and survive until autumn without losing any harvest.

People's livelihood is still difficult, but there is finally hope.

There is good news, but there is also bad news.

In Shaanxi, Gansu and western Shanxi, there has been no rain since the beginning of the new year. Not only has the famine not been alleviated, but it has become more and more serious.

After the Jingzhe, an urgent document was quickly sent to the capital.

The remnants of the thirty-sixth battalion of the Chuang Army gathered in Shilou and elected Gao Yingxiang as the second generation King of Chuang, known as "Gao Chuang".

The thirty-sixth battalion joined forces and once again set off a rebellion.

The rebels conquered Shilou, Ningxiang, Jishan, Wenxi, and Hejian counties, and their power grew like a snowball. However, the local army failed to suppress them and retreated steadily.

Before our eyes, there was another riot that was even bigger than the Lu Dilian Rebellion.

Suddenly, the city gates rose and fell all night long. Although they were thousands of miles apart, the tense atmosphere still spread into the capital.

The emperor issued several orders in succession to prepare the army for war.

Dali's war machine, which was so dilapidated that it was on the verge of death, spewed out thick black smoke again.

The Commander-in-Chief of the Fifth Army accelerated the pace of rebuilding the Beijing camp.

Whales fall to the north and south, and sharks drop things. This is great news for the refugees in the capital.

The Beijing camp suffered heavy losses on the battlefield in Lu, so it was no small matter to replace tens of thousands of troops.

A good man should not be a soldier, a good iron should not be hammered with nails, and anyone who has a way to survive in the capital should not become this "Qiu Ba". A bunch of officials are planning to recruit refugees.

The refugees are in danger, and as long as they have dry mouths, they can get as much as they want.

As for whether the scrawny refugees could handle a knife or march, that was not within their scope of consideration.

The emperor decreed that it should be rebuilt within a time limit, and if it failed, it would be beheaded.

The most important thing is to save your life. As for other things, love someone.

The war machine was activated, and raising food and wages was the top priority.

As a result, the two hundred large ships of the nine-thousand-year-old grain-raising team set sail again and headed south to the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River.

There was an uproar again both inside and outside the court.

Various memorials to impeach the 9,000-year-old man are stacked on top of the imperial court like snowflakes. You come and I go, fighting with each other.

The human world is vast and chaotic.

The underworld of the underworld is also not peaceful, and the superiors of the underworld gods find out.

Something bad happened, the Palace of the King of Hell disappeared.

Without the Hall of the King of Hell, a large number of dead souls stayed in the Guangqian Hall. Whenever they entered reincarnation, the Yin Qi immediately surged into the sky, and a large number of dead souls woke up and turned into ghosts.

Yan Jun is in seclusion, and the ten shady commanders all have their own agendas. Some send yin soldiers to suppress it, some watch with cold eyes, and some even secretly act as troublemakers.

Looking at the underworld, a riot is about to happen.
Chapter completed!