Fantasy World Transmigration - 910. Chapter 910

“Supreme incantation?” Chi Le sneered: “You guys, with a big breath, the cowhide is blown into the sky. If there is such a magical technique-why don’t you cultivate yourself, you can sell it here!”

The old Qin man glanced at him and smiled and said, “This distinguished guest is joking! How can ordinary people be able to cultivate such a powerful magical power. I will not hide it from you, this treasure fell into my hands, it is also a coincidence. His last master died of fate after reading this book, and his family thought it was unknown, so he sold it to me. At that time, there were three volumes, all of which were scattered and lost.”

“I didn’t dare to read this book well, and inquired in many ways, only to find that it was written by the ancient immortal Xuanjun, seeking immortality to gain Tao, Xia Ju’s soaring book, and I even found the immortal An Qisheng, the Zhou family kept the history of Lao Tan. Notes, this has been patched to four.”

“I read the notes of the predecessors, only to know the taboo of this sutra. This book is the book of the god of life and death. It is jealous by Yama, and ghosts and gods are jealous. Therefore, those who practice this sutra will be cursed by ghosts and gods. , There is an unpredictable fierce might! Those who read this book will inevitably encounter fierce hardships and be jealous of ghosts and gods.”

Hearing that this Qin man said that, even when people were convinced of the ghosts and gods, some people were horrified and stayed away. Many people immediately turned away and did not dare to provoke them. Go, I didn’t care, I took out the “Seven Chapters of Xuanjun Secret Scripture” in my arms. There seemed to be a strange power in that book, so that everyone who saw it gradually became fascinated. The black cover sucked in.

The colorful strange bird on his shoulder saw the black-covered scripture, suddenly quacked, flapping its wings continuously, and the unpleasant sound, like an awl, pierced the heads of the onlookers. Inside, they suddenly wake up.

Finding such a strange situation, more people flee in panic.

But Chi Le stared at the black-covered “Seven Chapters of Xuanjun Secret Scripture”. It was a group of inky black leather scriptures. The surface of the cover looked greasy and greasy, just like human skin. Still squirming, with temperature, there is a graffiti like a stain on the cover.

The graffiti consists of two black and white outlines, like two yin and yang fish chasing each other, but on the roughly regular outline, countless black and white shadows are twisted like tentacles, giving a feeling of tingling from the bones.

Chi Le stared at this scripture fiercely, and shouted in his heart: “It’s true! It’s actually true!”

He knew the Seven Treasures Golden Tower in the sea, and on the seven-story flag tower that enshrines magic weapons, countless scriptures flowed, and a dragon-like pagoda appeared. The towers rotate and sing innumerable Sanskrit chants, slowly purifying the thought power that turns into monsters and turning it into pure thought power of Chi Le.

Chi Le hid a trace of greed deeply under his eyes, and suddenly said coldly: “People of Qin, you have such a big disaster, who will buy it. I think you don’t want to sell treasures, but you want to find someone to do it. Your dead ghost, bear this scourge for you!”

The old Qin man just smiled, and didn’t answer his question, but said: “The first chapter of this treasure is named Yu, Yuzhe, Daoye. It records life and death through the mysterious, the nether and the sun. Great Secret. Discussing the existence of Tao and the life and death of things is the magic and secret mantra used to discuss the Tao with the ancient immortals Chisongzi, Guangchengzi, Juanzi, and Jiutianxuanwu who were half-teacher and half-friend at the time of the Yellow Emperor. ”

“Although most of them have dissipated, Guangchengzi, Chisongzi’s Taoism, Nine Heavens Profound Girl’s art of war, expelling monsters, surrendering heavenly demons, witches, ghosts and gods, curses and various methods have been lost, but there is still a secret from Huang Di and Qi Bo. The curse, including the art of resurrection from the dead, the curse of resurrecting the dead, is the secret of immortality.”

“Resurrection of the dead? Immortality?” Chi Le’s heart trembled, his expression unbelievable.

“Not only that, the old man in the history of keeping Tibet in the Zhou room in the past years has tasted this sutra. The one who has enlightened the fairy medicine secret mantra, takes the mantra, can escape into the realm of cosmos, and see the great road, this medicine It is also attached to this sutra.” The Qin people said without embarrassment.

The strange bird whispered: “Tianzun is so slanderous, are you afraid that the old man will blame it?”

The Qin person whom Chen Ang turned into smiled and replied in a low voice: “The Bodhisattva does not know the inside story, so I do not blame it. How did the deity lie, when I preached with the old Taoist friend, and Yin Xi, I had said many secret words, Yin Xi If you get it, you can remember it by writing the Scripture of the Beginning of the Text. This sutra contains many words in the “Seven Chapters of Xuanjun Secret Scripture”. Meaning.”

“This person has all the evidence, Bodhisattva, why do you slander others’ innocence!”

The general situation is so speechless, it seems that Chen Ang is choking. He thought to himself: “This immeasurable Tianzun is full of nonsense, but it is difficult to explain, but it is also a skill! That Guangchengzi was transformed by the Huangdi when the Taishang Laojun went down to the world, and the two were talking about the Tao, It is possible to talk about many secrets during the time of the Yellow Emperor, but this book must be written by the immeasurable Tianzun. He recorded it in Laojun and the two of them. I don’t know how many harmful principles are mixed in, and the devil’s magical thought is on it. Seriously, it is two people co-authored…”

“The old gentleman talks about the Tao, follows the good temptation, and explains the profound things in simple terms. How can he write such a ridiculous Taoist book?”

Everyone has heard of many weirdness, and those who can stay today are the bold and greedy people. Hearing Chen Ang’s explanation of the Qin people, they immediately became red and greedy. If it weren’t for the Qin people who Chen Ang had transformed, they looked very strange. Fearing that someone would grab it on the spot, someone immediately asked: “Then Qin, you have been talking for a long time, how can you be willing to transfer the treasure?”

“I will buy a thousand catties of copper, three buckets of pearls, and fifty gold, and buy this precious book of you!”

Chen Ang said, “My treasures are not sold at high or low prices, but only sold for destiny. Moreover, you don’t need property, as long as you have one thing!”

Chi Le had already made up his mind and was determined to take this sutra away. There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he asked sharply, “What do you want from us?”

Chen Ang laughed and said, “You can rest assured, it’s not your soul, yangshou, blessing, yin virtue, air luck, nor body, seven emotions and six desires…I just want your life!”

“Absurd!” Hearing this, the surrounding listeners were furious, and someone immediately said: “Who is willing to sell your own life to you?”

“This fate is not the other fate!” Chen Ang said with a haha, “This fate is the number of fate, it is the number of lifespans of the Yang recorded in the Netherworld Palace. A fate of’impermanence’. For anyone who is predestined with this book, there is no constant in their fate, all the lines are impermanent, and the fate is impermanent, and a fate is no longer in the three realms and five elements. From then on: the six paths of red and dust are hard to stay, and fate is like a solitary one. Stars are not dusty.”

Everyone can’t understand it, but Nachile understands it first, and rushes to ask: “Selling goods, you mean that all beings in this world have fate, and are all destined by fate?”

Chen Ang nodded and said: “This is nature, life and death are blessings and misfortunes, all in the nether, there are definite numbers.” He looked at Chi Le deeply, and suddenly laughed: “Your fate is also peculiar. …”

“Shut up!” Chi Le hurriedly interrupted. His eyes were red, and he said grimly: “I don’t believe in any fate…Even if there is any fate, it is in my own hands. The day before yesterday, I heard a word— -My life is my life.” After saying that, he chopped off the scriptures in Chen Ang’s hands, and sneered: “If you want my life…then you take it yourself!”

Chen Ang only said: “What I want, I have already got it!” Just watch him squeeze the crowd away and hurriedly flee.