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    The last swimming soul passed through the Tianmen, and the white -haired red monarch loosen Tai Yijian, covered his face on his face, as if he wanted to grab all the sounds in his mind and squeeze together ... He thought he was roaring, in fact There is no sound at all.

    Just like he thought he was crazy, he was actually becoming the last journey of the whole world.

    Someone was calling him, and someone was running to him.

    Those voices are familiar and unfamiliar, those figures are clear and blurred ... the world is disturbed, the light and shadow are left, the turbulence is turbulent, like a huge vortex.

    He didn't hear anything.

    He didn't want to listen anymore.

    A pair of cold and pale hands stretched out at him.

    He struggled to grasp.

    It is expected that the long wind passes through the earth.

    The sun will soon pass through the barren desert, passing through the ghost to the world, and rising on the horizon. The fog has been retreated, the four fields are clear, and the sky will illuminate all rivers and rivers. The houses in all cities will reflect like stars ... In the wind that will be released in the new day, Shi Wu Luo presses the light light in his arms.

    They passed through the Gate of the Ghost.

    They did not watch the new world.

    【Entry】

    Chapter 175

    Tu, Tu, Tu.

    The monotonous wooden fish sounded the reed flowers, a puff and a puff, like a cotton wool, shaking.

    Lu Jingshun folded a shallow yellow reed tube and sat down beside the monk who chanted the scriptures. This monk is a bit strange. He wears a monk clothes and knocks on the wooden fish, but he wore a long hair. It looks like a monk is not a monk. Someone ignored it, still closed his eyes, and took care of himself.

    Lu Jing had no research on the Buddhist scriptures.

    The Buddhist scriptures in the world are no different from mosquitoes in his ears. However, over the years, have heard more about life, and can barely distinguish it.

    There was still a while after the monk of the subcontinental, and Lu Jing moved his gaze to the face of the river.

    Tonight is fifteen.

    A round of bright moon stopped at the junction of Shui Tian from a distance, paving the moonlight on the river.

    The river surface is wide, and the riverside flow rate is not fast. The moonlight on the surface of the river gently fluctuates with the wind, sparkling. When there was a little wind, the reed flowers on the water were swinging together. Seeing a few water birds were not surprised, in the sound of reading the scriptures, buried slender legs, walking and stopping, and fishing elegantly.

    No one can see, under this vast smoke wave, it buried twenty -thousand bones.

    It was a hundred years ago.

    One hundred years ago, there was a mountain called "Bird Danger". There was a small town called "徯" under the mountain, and about 270,000 people lived. In the evening of the wedge, a piercing valley of a hundred miles wide through here, and the birds and cities at the foot of the mountain fell into the Rift Valley. Later, the Rift Valley closed, and the places where the birds and cities were there became a gentle fertile wild.

    The gentle and clear river flows, moisturizing the land on both sides of the strait.

    The new house is built.

    People have cultivated on the fertile soil and opened up a square farmland. The busy straw shoes walked from the bones of 22070,000 people and walked around Lu Jing. I don't know how many people remembered the underground city of the ground. I only heard that there is a bird called "凫徯". It ’s like someone shouting“ 凫徯 凫徯 ”.

    The bird -like bird looks like a rooster, but has a face with a face, full of resentment and sorrow on his face.

    It flew around all day long, hovering at the high altitude, overlooking the ground, unwilling to look for something, and cursing every peaceful and peaceful place all day will happen.

    Over time, it has become a bird of disgusting disaster.

    In the turbulence of the redemption of the world, Yaogu was affected by a lot of influence — the biggest change in the terrain occurred in Xizhou and Zhongzhou, but the remaining ten continents turned over, mudslite landslides, rivers and rivers, and countless cities. When Lu Jing assisted his elder brother to deal with the medicine valley affairs, the bird named "凫徯" rarely appeared in front of the world.

    The feathers came from the top of the head.

    "Well! Well!"

    A gray, the messy bird of the feathers crossed the reed flowers, rushing towards the blind monk who was knocked on the wood.

    As soon as the steel hook -like claw grabbed, a "tearing" sound, a long bloodshot appeared on the shoulders of the monk. Do not change the monk's complexion, and continue to knock on the wooden fish to read the scriptures. The big bird grabbed the monk's clothes, fell beside him, and put his neck into a broken fish basket, and began to peck the fish inside.

    Lu Jing did not respond.

    After all, earlier, the big bird's claw was torn off, but the genuine goods were real. Now only grabbing blood stains, it is already full of "claws".

    From "raising his meat" to "lower claws", Lu Jing believed that there were really crossing the eagle in this world.

    "诃 诃。."

    The wooden fish fell lightly, and the monk did not cross the mantra of this time, so he turned to look at Lu Jing. The moonlight fell out of his appearance. Although the monk's robe on his body was simple, his face was very beautiful. The only regret was that his eyes were gray -white, and he was a blind man.

    "How?" Lu Jing asked.

    "It's hard to say," the blind shook his head. "This is exactly where the underworld is passing by. The grievances were washed up by the yin, just like Jiang Xin Lu, seemed to be weak, but he had some toughness." To touch the gray bird around him, he was pecked severely.

    Lu Jing looked at himself with a painful pain, and he was accustomed to not being a monk.

    "Would you like to let the half of the sons come over?"

    Lu Jing recalled the map of Xizhou Fengshui he had seen.

    "No," Boyu Monk took back his hand, and his blind eyes looked at the river, as if passing through the river water to see the skeleton deep in the underground: "Seeing the god of God, they will go."

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