Chapter 149 There is great terror between life and death

Zhu Wei sat by the river with tears streaming down his face. He never thought that one day he would be so sad. It was as if all the happiness in life had left him. His memories of eating, drinking and having fun were all blurred. He only remembered that his father was constantly

Shaking his head and sighing.

"This kid is really too stupid."

"My father is very disappointed in you."

"In this life, you will just eat and wait to die."

"If you weren't the only son, I wouldn't want you to inherit the throne. I'm afraid my grandson would be as stupid as you."

…

These words repeatedly circulated in Zhu Wei's mind, and he thought he had already let go, but now they struck him like a knife.

But Bao Zheng, who was standing next to Zhu Wei, was laughing so hard that his mouth cramped and he still couldn't stop. At this time, Bao Zheng only saw himself in Jinban High School, riding a horse as the number one scholar, and then he saw himself rising through the ranks.

, he became a very popular minister before he was thirty years old... He just smiled, but Bao Zheng slapped himself hard.

This slap was so hard that half of his face was swollen.

The severe pain gave Bao Zheng a glimmer of clarity. He bit his lip again and kept reminding himself: "No, what I want is not a very human minister. I want to plead for the people, and I want to bring peace to the world."

,I want……"

But as soon as this idea arose, the vision in front of Bao Zheng changed again. He was already wearing official uniform and sitting in the court. In the hall were domineering people who took advantage of their status as royal relatives to rob civilian girls.

"Bao Zheng, my father is the prince and I am the heir apparent. What's the crime in playing with two people's girls? If you dare to lay a finger on me, I will put you in danger!" The faceless dude said proudly.

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Bao Zheng slapped the gavel and shouted: "How outrageous! Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, capture this madman!"

In this illusion, Zhu Wei's two generals became his spies.

A situation like this happened to everyone on the shore. They were crying and laughing, and gradually fell into madness.

The power of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires accumulated for more than 20 years was detonated by the mutated Seven Emotions Master, instantly turning everyone into his captives. Even if he could win this battle, everything he had worked so hard for would be completely destroyed.

But Qiqing Zhenren no longer cares about so much. His human side was already dead when Mou Zhixuan injected him with the poison, and the remaining Gu insect side merged with Mou Zhixuan's body, turning into the ghostly appearance he has now.

Not even a monster.

There's no point in cultivating the Tao like this, and the Taoist temple is meaningless. It's better to vent your anger and bury everyone together.

Daoran stood on Moduoye's shoulder, with many shiny Seven Emotions Gu flying around him, giving him the power to resist these spreading emotions.

But these bugs are obviously a bit full. They are devouring the power of emotions at a slower and slower rate. It is estimated that if they continue, they will explode soon.

"Master Daoran, what should we do now?" Moduoye said anxiously.

The eight tribes of Tianlong are all evil gods, and their six roots are inherently impure. Moduoye is affected by the power of emotions, and the cruel and murderous nature of the Yasha clan is about to be uncontrollable. Surrounded by mortals who are crying and laughing, he really wants to

They were all trampled to death one by one.

Daoran sighed: "In that case, you should go back first."

"But..." Before Moduoye could refuse, his body turned into blue smoke and disappeared.

Daoran sent Mo Duoye away and faced the Qi Qing Zhenren who had mutated into a snake.

"Amitabha, little monk is here. Let's settle our grudges here." Daoran said.

"Hahaha, you little bald donkey is still somewhat responsible, but you made me look like this, do you think I will give you a pleasure? Don't you want to save people? I will let you watch them

If you become dementia, the sin will be placed on your head."

Qiqing Zhenren smiled ferociously and continued to activate the power of emotions to drive everyone completely into madness.

Daoran sighed: "Oh, I didn't want to use this trick, little monk, but you refused to die obediently. It's really a sin."

Upon hearing Daoran's words, Master Qiqing angrily threw his tail covered with insect shells and claws at him.

Daoran did not dodge or evade, but forcefully took advantage of the attack.

Even though Qi Qing Zhenren's strength became stronger after possessing Mou Zhixuan, the damage caused by the tail is far inferior to that of the magic weapon long sword. It can't do anything to Dao Ran at all. At most, it just makes his legs sink into the mud.

Dao Ran completely ignored Qi Qing Zhenren's attack, clasped his hands together and began to recite a mantra.

"Namo Amitabha Ye...Amiridu Povi...Amili Duo..."

What Daoran recited was not the Eight Divine Dragons' Protective Mantra, but the Rebirth Mantra that he had learned for a long time but had never worked.

At first, Qiqing Zhenren didn't feel anything at all.

This rebirth mantra is a mantra to save the dead soul. Although he has turned into a ghost, he is actually still alive, and the rebirth mantra will not have any effect on him.

"Isn't this little bald donkey beaten stupid? Or is he planning to save these people in advance?"

Before Master Qiqing could understand it, Daoran's voice of chanting sutras had spread throughout the Qiandeng River and even reached the bottom of the river.

Gudong.

A bubble emerged from the mud deep in the river bottom.

Then, there was a swollen and rotten hand.

The rotten ghost's hands peeled away the mud, revealing its mutilated body, and began to struggle towards the lake.

Scenes like this appear everywhere at the bottom of the Qiandeng River.

In the past twenty years, how many wives and children have been separated, and how many families have been destroyed?

Among the resentful souls sinking at the bottom of the river, there are girls who were beaten to death, women who were forced into prostitution and then threw themselves into the river, men who avenged their wives and daughters but were drowned in the river, and scholars who were deceived and ruined their families and died with hatred.

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Over the years, new bodies have sunk to the bottom of the river almost every night. No one can count how many people have died in the Qiandeng River, because the bright oil lamps cover everything up and suppress the resentment and fear of these people at the bottom of the river.

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After Daoran inquired about the stories about the Qiandeng River, he guessed that there must be countless innocent souls at the bottom of the river. Even if most of them have entered the underworld, there are so many powerful ghosts in Lanruo Temple. There must be no ghosts at the bottom of the Qiandeng River.

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However, Daoran had not heard of any legends about the Qiandeng River being haunted. It was obviously suppressed by the formation of the Thousand Lamp Boat Dragon.

At this time, Qi Qing Zhenren himself released the emotional power in the oil lamp, and the Thousand Lamps, Ships and Dragons Formation began to become unstable, and even the power of the water veins began to become disordered.

The Rebirth Mantra that Daoran recited at this time was not to save them from going to the underworld at all, but to awaken all these resentful souls and then tell them one thing - if there is a grudge, retaliate, and if there is a grudge, take revenge!

Master Qiqing began to feel that something was wrong, but by this time it was already too late. Countless rotting corpses covered in mud had already climbed up his huge body, using their incomplete fingers and teeth to gnaw at his body crazily.

Qiqing Zhenren twisted his body crazily, but he couldn't get rid of these rotten corpses at all. Even though his body had been crushed and crushed, the remaining bone stubble was still piercing into Qiqing Zhenren's body.

Every time it was penetrated, it sucked a mouthful of flesh and blood, which soon made Master Qi Qing writhe wildly in pain.

Qiqing Zhenren constantly mobilized the power of emotions to control these rotting corpses, but was shocked to find that these rotting corpses were completely unaffected by the power of emotions.

"How could this happen?! This is impossible!"

Master Qiqing could not accept this fact. How could the trump card he had worked so hard for more than 20 years be ineffective?

Dao Ran looked at the monster covered with rotting corpses, clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, no matter how fierce the seven emotions and six desires are, they can't compare to the great terror between life and death. Taoist Master Qi Emotions, this is the cause you planted, and today it will be

This is your reward."
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