Qin Liuxi and Teng Zhao left Xinghua Town and were not in a hurry to go back. Instead, they took the official road to the next town. Without a carriage, she had to use her magic to travel thousands of miles a day until she reached the next town. At that time, I found that Xinghua Town was quite remote. It was only two or three hours away from this town.
She dragged two passers-by to ask if they knew Xinghua Town.
“Xinghua Town, is there such a town?” one of them recalled carefully.
“It seems like there is one.” Another person thought for a moment and said, “I think I heard someone say it, but I don’t know how to get there.”
Qin Liuxi thanked him, and the two people walked away. A voice said: "There is no one in Xinghua Town, but there is one in Xinghua Village, but they are all gone. They were burned down."
Teng Zhao turned around and saw a lame old beggar holding a wooden stick and holding a broken bowl. He took a piece of silver from the purse around his waist and put it into the bowl.
The old beggar let out a cry, looked at Teng Zhao with squinted eyes, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness."
Qin Liuxi stepped forward and said, "Do you know Xinghua Village?"
"What happened decades ago, the younger generation must not know, how can the older generation not know it? It was a village and town where apricot trees were planted. When the apricot flowers bloomed, it was very beautiful. I heard that there was a fire in autumn, so I burned it overnight. The place is burned down, how miserable it is." The old beggar sighed.
“No one knows that place exists?”
"Exists?" The old beggar shook his head: "It's impossible. Damn old man, I've been there too. Everywhere was burned and bald. Where does it exist? If you say it exists, it's just a ghost. It's normal. A whole village is dead. , It’s abnormal not to hit a ghost!”
Qin Liuxi curled his lips: "I won't do it again."
"ah?"
Qin Liuxi bowed to him and took Teng Zhao to the horse and carriage shop without asking any more about Xinghua Town.
“Master, shall we stop asking?”
"So what if I ask? Just like the old beggar said, those who can feel its existence are all tourists. When they enter a ghost village, if they are lucky and come out, they will naturally feel it exists. Those who are unlucky will stay there. Become a town citizen who confuses outsiders." Qin Liuxi said lightly: "The Buddha's bones are gone, and the power to support the illusion has also disappeared. There is no need to ask anymore. Xinghua Town no longer exists, it only exists in some obscure places. In memory, if you don't mention it, you won't think of it. Maybe one day in the future, there will be apricot trees there again, and someone will settle in the old place, and the new Xinghua Town will reappear in people's sight."
“Mr. Yan’s death was so unjust.” Teng Zhao pursed his lips.
Qin Liuxi lowered his head and touched the soul nourishing bottle on his waist. Maybe he really died of excessive liver yang and collapsed due to lack of blood supply to the brain. But what made her worried was his memory, which was a little confused and missing, so she He has not been allowed to reincarnate yet.
The carriage galloped all the way to Yuhang Green Lake.
At this time, a ghost figure appeared at the old site of Xinghua Town. Looking at this dead place, the wind blew and stirred up the sand and dust on the ground.
Hunying raised his hand, feeling some ashes caught in the sand, and raised the corners of his mouth coldly: "You move so fast."
It’s really annoying to go against him again and again, just like dog skin and plaster.
Qin Liuxi opened his eyes in the carriage, looked out of the carriage, and pressed his chest to suppress the sudden palpitations in his heart.
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Yuhang Green Lake.
When Qin Liuxi came to the Water Temple, Uncle Feng appeared without her needing to summon him. However, she was startled by his appearance.
"What happened to your soul?" Feng Bo's soul looks very weak and unstable, as if it is about to disperse. This is wrong. The Water Temple is very well done and is very famous in the local area. It is here to worship. There are many people, and with more and more faith, he should have become more and more solid.
But the fact is that the soul is not stable. Those who practice Taoism know that all gods such as mountain gods and river gods exist because of faith. Once faith is lost, they will disperse.
Nowadays, the incense of the Water Temple is endless, but his soul is not stable, which is a bit strange.
"I don't know, I found that the power of my faith is losing." Uncle Feng frowned and said: "No matter how much power of faith I absorb, they are all being lost and cannot fall into the soul. On the contrary, my soul is a little violent, and I have some thoughts. The feeling of being out of control.”
Qin Liuxi frowned: "What is the situation when you want to lose control?"
"There is a desire to destroy the heaven and the earth. The more suppressed it is, the faster the divine power is consumed." Uncle Feng said with a serious face: "I suspect it is because of the Buddha bone."
"Um?"
“Whenever I suppress it, it feels like it wants to pull away its soul and fight against me. The more it fights, the weaker I become.”
Qin Liuxi looked at his leg bones, thoughtfully.
“I can’t absorb the power of faith, so I have to suppress this desire. Now I can still suppress it. If one day I can’t and I am suppressed instead, will I become that evil Buddha?”
Qin Liuxi raised his head: "Why do you think so?"
Uncle Feng touched his leg and said, "Because for a moment I want to let it go."
Qin Liuxi thought about the desire that arose when she held the Buddha's bones. It was the power there that wanted to pull her down, dance with it, and assimilate her.
After thousands of years, the remaining power of this Buddha's bones is still so strong, so how strong was he at his peak? When the spiritual energy was abundant at that time, was it just one step away from ascending to godhood?
“Can you peel it off?” Qin Liuxi asked.
Uncle Feng was stunned. He closed his eyes slightly and thought about it, trying to pull the Buddha bone out of his soul.
However, when he peeled it off, his spirit became weaker and weaker and wanted to collapse.
Dark clouds were coming over the top, and the water surface was shaking.
“Master.” Teng Zhao looked at Green Lake with a look of horror on his face.
Qin Liuxi glanced at it. The water in Green Lake was rising rapidly and shaking. There was a cruise ship stopping on the lake not far away. There were screams in the boat, and people fell into the water and shouted for help.
Under the green lake, the fish turned white as if there was an earthquake.
Some people knelt down by the lake to worship the water god, their faces full of horror.
Qin Liuxi quickly stopped Feng Bo from pulling out the Buddha's bones.
Uncle Feng opened his eyes, his spirit became weaker and weaker, and the golden light of merit on his body became somewhat dim.
Qin Liuxi's mind raced. He became a water **** because he obtained the Buddha's bones and fused the power within them to save people. He gained merit and became a demigod. If he separated from the Buddha's bones, would he still be a demigod?
No, if he is separated, can he still become a demigod with his dissipated soul?
If he lets it go, he will not be able to absorb the power of faith, and the green lake will be turbulent if it is separated from the Buddha's bones. He has to suppress the Buddha's bones to counterattack. Once he cannot suppress it, will he be the Water God Feng Bo or the evil Buddha Silo?
Dilemma.
“Girl, can you kill me yourself?” Uncle Feng looked over and spoke in a deep voice.
Qin Liuxi’s eyes narrowed, killing gods?
(End of this chapter)