Chapter 484 Wuji design, life-and-death

Every day when walking in the school and the fields, Wei Wuji pretended to be himself and didn't notice it. With a trace of divine spiritual power, he always paid attention to himself, Shang Bo and Lu Ying around him. He pretended to be harmless and kept doing things with all his heart.

The killing that day seemed to have passed long ago.

Even the people of the three counties of Jiangzhou have gradually forgotten that this Sima once led his subordinates to slander the governor, and even fought a big battle.

That battle was very tragic, and the lives of the people afterwards were also very tragic.

Some are alive, some are dead.

Living people no longer think about things that are too long-term.

The portraits are now basically available in every household. After the bloody lesson, everyone understands that the benefits of burning incense and worshiping are actually their own. In this cheating world, ordinary people are the food for demons. They have no choice but to rely on themselves, they can only rely on others.

Or, it depends on God.

When the sky was covered with dark clouds.

There were shouting and roaring sounds all around the city.

Wei Wuji's indifferent and calm eyes became a little colder, and the false smile that he kept on his lips all the time also became a little sincere.

"The time is here, do you remember what I told you?"

Wei Wuji walked through the school gradually, ignoring the young students who were running around in a panic, and his voice was as low as a mosquito hum.

"Remember, would that person deliberately let go and pretend that he could not do anything, and actually blocked the four-sided city gates to prevent us from leaving?"

"He may be on guard against me, but he will never be on guard against you. After all, in his eyes, you are not worthy of too much attention. At this time, most of the minds will be taken seriously, and the power of the body of the gods will be greatly damaged. How can you save these more than 700,000 people?"

Wei Wuji chuckled, and the golden dragon fairy sword hanging around his waist swayed layers of light waves.

Beside him, the concubine Lu Ying was not moving, but Shang Huainan turned into a ripple, silently rushing into the long street, mixed into the running people, and walked straight through the north gate without alarming the soldiers guarding the city.

"Three years, how many three years does it have in life? Shang Bo, don't let me down. Let me reveal the real situation here, report to the court, and tell my father."

"Li Wuding himself is not worth mentioning. His late-stage third-level strength or first-level fourth-level entry. However, his evil god cultivated by evil magic has absorbed too much incense of faith, but it should not be underestimated. It is difficult for him to fight him if he is less than the late-stage fifth-level immortal. It is best if his father arrives in person and directly suppresses him without giving him any chance to turn over."

I waited quietly for three years.

Wei Wuji finally waited for the disaster to come.

He actually didn't know why the world was overturned every three years.

But he understood that such a disaster could not be solved by one state or one place. Even if he had the belief of evil gods, the incense and fire god net was spread all over the state. If he wanted to protect the people, he would definitely need to do his best.

At this time, as long as the evil god is not stupid, he will not focus most of his attention on himself who is honest in doing things.

As the saying goes, success is a portrait, failure is a portrait.

With such a portrait, he distracted his mind and was full of war. I guess he could not see through it at all. In fact, there was one person missing by my side.

Wei Wuji believed in the ability of his immortal sword. Although he could not control it completely, this sword was of the essence of the sixth level and could exert the power of the late fifth level.

Without being suppressed by the full force of the incense and fire power, he was sure to create a fake body and play with some small tricks.

"It's a pity that my goal is too big to leave the city in person, otherwise it will attract attention. However, this is enough. With Shang Bo leaving, as long as he leaves the magical law gate and the faith network, with his journey, he will not be able to reach Chang'an in no time."

"Li Wuding, you're dead."

Wei Wuji let out a long sigh, and from the corner of his eyes, he watched a black beast head with a horned horn suddenly jump out of the street not far away, surrounded by black air. Just as he was about to swallow a terrifying person who was running wildly into his mouth, a golden divine light fell from the sky.

boom……

The divine light spread, and the black longhorned beast's head melted into a ball of black water, then turned into blue smoke and dissipated.

The light columns are like rain everywhere.

Further away, there was also a dense golden light net, which was bombarded from time to time.

While it makes people frightened, it also gives a rare sense of security.

Far from a distance, countless people fell to the ground and shouted loudly.

"Bless the gods, bless the governor."

...

The governor's mansion, the third floor of the garden tower.

Yang Lin stood quietly beside the railing, thinking about his eyes, and his eyes turned to Sima's Mansion.

"You can't help it? I originally thought that if you are safe and stable, I will spare you once. Unfortunately, you don't know how to cherish it."

"Master, has Wei Sima sent someone back to Beijing?"

Yin Wenjiao had a faint sadness on her face.

Over the past three years, not only has she not gained weight, but has also lost a lot of weight and her face has also become pale.

Originally, Yang Lin thought that when the little Tang monk went to Jinshan Temple, Monk Faming never went down the mountain. He couldn't even meet him, so he just gave birth to another little guy with her, which might make this woman less sad and more sustenance.

Unfortunately, when having a son, there is, there is, there is no, there is no.

I obviously do not have the ability of a Bodhisattva, and I will let anyone I want to be born.

The result is no.

Thinking more about harming the body, Yang Lin suspected that if this continues, Yin Wenjiao will not live long.

If it were in the original story, she still had thoughts, maybe she wanted to see her son again one day, maybe she would forget everything, completely accept her fate, live her own life with Li Wuding, and be a bad woman completely.

However, the situation is different now.

Li Wuding no longer exists.

I can't even find the ashes.

As for Chen Guangrui, I heard that she is still alive, and will come back in 18 years.

And although this husband in front of me who is not sure who is, is also very good, it always makes people feel strange uneasy.

The most important thing is that she knew the Buddhist plan, and in her heart, she probably knew that her son might have been very miserable in this life.

Even if I find it, why can I compete with such a powerful person?

Everything can only be destined.

"Yes, Wei Wuji's eyes have been on the top spirit, but he doesn't take me seriously, but he doesn't understand, am I staring at him?"

"Why didn't the master stop that old man Shang? If he really sent the letter to Chang'an, I'm afraid..."

"I thought you would want him to send a letter back? After all, for more than three years, you may miss your father and mother, but in the end, you have never written a letter or sent someone. Actually, I really don't care about these things."

Yang Lin shook his head and looked at Yin Wenjiao with pity.

The other party is very virtuous, and it is a bit too virtuous.

After so long, she didn't write a letter to Chang'an. She probably didn't want to make herself suspicious, or she was already devoted to marrying a chicken and marrying a dog.

“So what about writing a letter?”

A hint of coldness flashed across Yin Wenjiao's face.

"Actually, there is one thing you don't understand. Since the second day of the wedding, the court has asked us to leave Beijing and go to Jiangzhou to take office. Whether it is the court or the family, it has completely given up on me."

"Otherwise, even if I am cruel, my father would not have been able to have been in Jiangzhou for more than three years, and no one came to visit me."

yes.

Yin Wenjiao is actually right.

All these things are indeed unreasonable.

Yang Lin couldn't figure out what kind of secrets there was.

How many people are planning in it?

However, in the 18th year of Jiangzhou, he did not hear the news, did not move to officials, or reported his duties. It was like the whole court and both families had amnesia, and they completely forgot Chen Guangrui and Yin Wenjiao. There must be something strange about it.

but.

This kind of weirdness just allows you to have room for operation, otherwise you will be troublesome.

"Hey, that old monk took Xiaobao away from the mountain... I'm still worried about how to deal with this matter? This is just right."

As Yang Lin's thoughts moved slightly.

Demon-Slaying Demon-Suppressing Demons.

A young Taoist in green robe suddenly turned into water light, projected into the distant sky, down the river, and in an instant, he surpassed Shang Huainan, who was running wildly with white beards and white hair, and fell into the Hongjiang River.

Silently entering the water, like a phantom, I arrived at the place of a shining crystal palace.

The Qi Yuan clone appeared in a faint figure, and shook her body, and she had already become white-bearded and white-haired, and her body was hunched.

He used the Fanao hand technique with both hands, and he arrived at the "corpse" of "Chen Guangrui" clone, snatched it up, rushed out of the Crystal Palace, and rushed out of the broken water.

Behind the dozing old dragon roared wildly, his eyes were blood red, and his evil spirits soared to the sky.
Chapter completed!