Xiaoxiang Pavilion?

Chen Xiaoyu once mentioned.

Many years ago, the "Qingyuyuan" where she was located was called this name.

Could it be that this place is...

The woman lamented, and the piano stopped:

"Xiaomei, go and tell my mother that the young master doesn't like me, so let my sister come."

She stood up and walked out the door, and four Western musicians were about to leave.

A figure flashed and I blocked the door.

The woman was shocked: "Young Master, you..."

"I said, do you want you?" I said.

"But you clearly said that you want your sister..."

“She is her, you are you.

Do you think you can leave so simply if you dare to deceive me?"

"Then...what are you going to do?" Looking at me, the woman was scared and her voice trembled.

“What am I going to do?

Hehe...what do you think?"

I can't believe that this evil laughter actually came from my mouth.

Something seemed to suddenly shake in the room, and the wine table, decorations, doors and windows were all clattering, just like the earth shaking!

Wow...

In front of me, the illusion suddenly broke out, and there was endless darkness!

It seems that there are countless needles pierced through the ear and the headache is split!!

Who are you……

Who are you……

when……

With a bell ringing, the sky is wide and the earth is vast, and the ten directions are vast.

The illusion stopped.

A big scene appeared in front of me.

Under the night, there are many temples, towering ancient trees, and a solemn scene of treasures.

The darkness is still covered with eyes, making this Buddhist temple look like an illusion.

Where is the beauty?

Where is the spirits?

What about the sound and color of a sensual and colorful body?

"Master, how are you doing?"

In front, on a huge ring of rings, there was a tall and burly middle-aged man wearing iron armor and talking.

In the middle of the altar, an old monk with white eyebrows sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, with his seat under his seat, and the Buddha's light shining faintly in the night:

“There is no color in the air, and there is no space in the color.”

"What does it mean?" said the middle-aged man in iron armor.

"Unable." The old monk.

"No?" said the middle-aged man.

The white-browed old monk closed his eyes and refused to answer.

“Hmph…”

With a rough smile, the middle-aged man in iron armor stood up:

"I came here from a long distance, and for your spell, I knelt on this stone for the whole night.

What I got was just a word of failure?”

Blade light.

Stand it on the neck of the white-browed old monk.

"Old man, open your eyes and take a look..."

The middle-aged man in iron armor looked down at me.

On my left, there was a strong and tall man.

His lower body was covered in armor, his upper body was covered in bulging muscles, covered in scars, and he was carrying a machete.

Behind him were rows of heavy armored cavalry holding spears.

There were dozens of monks kneeling on the ground, trembling one by one.

The middle-aged man in Rong Jia pointed at the strong man and said:

"My eldest son, he is known as the "enemy of ten thousand people" in his martial arts. No one in this world can compare with him.

With him, plus these 100,000 Western Qin iron armor, can I still take over this world?!"

Under the altar of quarantine, the strong man lifted the machete in one fell swoop, and the heavy-armored cavalry shouted loudly, shaking the valley.

The monks were so scared that they were trembling all over.

The old monk Baimei still closed his eyes and said nothing.

The eldest son, the enemy of thousands of people.

The iron armor of the Western Qin Dynasty is about to capture the world.

As I thought about this, I looked at the middle-aged man in the iron armor on the stage, although this was not controlled by me.

I really want to walk over, but my body is not mine.

I wanted to see it clearly, but the sun blurred my eyes.

But I understand.

The Western Qin Iron Armor is a cavalry that once rampant in Longyou and killed countless cavalry.

Its owner can only be one person.

It was the master of Qinzhou and even the entire Longyou who dominated Longyou 16 years ago.

The King of Western Qin, Xue Ju.

That middle-aged man in iron armor is Xue Ju?

But he had died of sudden illness sixteen years ago.

What's going on?

What kind of illusion is the one among me?

At this moment, the cave palace, the dry head, the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, the ancient temple in front of you, the uncontrolled body, the ever-changing illusion of the illusion of the night...

All the scenes flashed in my mind.

This is not an illusion.

I didn't get any illusions.

This is the "soul seal".

The eyes are the gate of the heart, and the heart is the soul.

All the experiences of a person in the world will be drawn from his eyes to his heart, and then from his heart to his soul, leaving a "soul seal" in the three souls and seven spirits, and will accompany him for his life.

This mark will not disappear until the body dies and falls into the cycle of reincarnation.

For some reason, my spiritual consciousness actually penetrated into someone's soul.

That person's soul mark memory appeared before my eyes, which were these changing scenes.

Is it because I was taken by the dry head in that cave?

That is a Buddhist "soul-summoning formation".

The dry head on the lotus mount is the "sacrifice" used to summon souls. Things like this must be used by the person who is summoned.

Therefore, that human head is the head of the "Soul Lord".

And now, I am peeking at his past events in the soul of this "soul master". For this reason, I can only see, listen and feel, but I can't move at all.

Because this body is not mine at all, but the "soul master".
To be continued...