Cut him with the Fruits of Karma?
When Mengqi heard this request, he had a feeling that it was within his expectations. When Wang Siyuan mentioned that the Sage of Arithmetic did not become the Heavenly Way Monster, he mentioned the Fruits of Karma and mentioned that Ananda could choose among the most important karma, he had a vague premonition in this regard. The Grand Wang Siyuan mentioned in his sickbed during the day had always been crazy and unexpected. Even if he was really going to die, he would not be depressed. He would only use his own death as a trap and play a big game. This was the basis of his premonition.
Sure enough, the Grand Wang Siyuan was really going to carry out his final madness!
He would not give up until he saw the King of Hell!
However, was he really going to use the Fruits of Karma to seek death and drag the source of pain of the Wang Family into the trap to get rid of the ancient curse, or to seek life and break free from the shackles?
After saying that, Wang Siyuan stood there quietly. The chilly wind blew his white robe violently, making him look more and more fragile. He did not explain his purpose or the specific plan. It seemed that Mengqi did not need to know this. He only needed to step into the ancestral hall seven days later, wield the Fruits of Karma, choose a relatively light karma that could be borne, and then put the knife back into the sheath and floated away. He did not need to know the beginning, nor did he need to care about the result, nor did he need to understand the process. All the feelings and participation were only on this knife.
If it was not someone I have known for many years, this kind of knife and this kind of behavior of a swordsman is quite in line with my aesthetics … Mengqi criticized in his heart. He did not ask more and turned to walk out of the grave mountain. His green robe fluttered and his long knife was hidden.
If he got to the bottom of the plot of a swindler, it would easily spoil his plan. The best treatment was not to ask.
This matter involved the eternal puzzle and the terrible Heavenly Way Monster. Maybe if Wang Siyuan revealed a little, the real plan would immediately be known by the mastermind behind the scenes.
The swordsman stepped out of the cave. Wang Siyuan still stood there like a jade statue and did not move for a long time.
…
He Xiang guarded at the edge of the ancestral hall. Seeing Mengqi come out, she did not ask more. She bowed and led Mengqi back to the Heavenly Mystery Tower.
At this moment, a crescent moon was flowing to the west.
Meng Qi knelt behind the table and stared blankly at the crescent moon. His mind was in turmoil.
In the dead of night, there was a subtle enjoyment of being the only one awake when everyone else was asleep.
In the dead of night, there was a subtle enjoyment of being the only one awake when everyone else was asleep.
Since Immortal Luya was free, he would not be able to seize the List of Deification for a long time. It seemed like he had to change his method and try other methods. Perhaps he could rely on his role in involving the Devil Buddha and continue to cooperate with him. Not to mention other things, at least the names of Lady Mother of the Chariot and other acquaintances had to be erased from the list. At the very least, he had to exchange for a bit of Senior Chonghe's soul …
Senior Brother Qi had found a place to show off his skills. The Southern Wasteland had undergone earth-shattering changes, which had begun to affect the martial arts world of the Central Plains, as well as the aristocratic families and sects. Previously, it was temporarily peaceful because of his top-notch cultivation and the Devil's Claws. Now that the Dharmakaya had returned, the storm had begun to brew. Meng Qi could not completely sit back and watch. He had to sound out Mister Luda, Senior Su, and the others to determine their attitudes and mediate …
The matter of the Five Manor Temple in the world of the Journey to the West handed to him by Immortal Luya must not be careless. The Heavenly Lord Yuanshi had suppressed him for many years and almost cut off his path of Taoism. His hatred was deep and he must not be careless. He must not be blindly optimistic because he felt that it involved the Devil Buddha. Many people were afraid of the Devil Buddha, but there were even more powerful Mediums and influential figures who were afraid of the Heavenly Lord Yuanshi. They did not want to see him grow and complete the Heavenly Lord Yuanshi's plan …
According to the progress of cultivation and the current situation of the Southern Wasteland, Senior Brother Qi was almost at the threshold of Dharmakaya. The Demonic Monarch and the other powerful Great Mediums would watch him succeed and achieve an unprecedented Dharmakaya. Would they not add more shackles and control him? At that time, there would definitely be a big storm. Maybe there would be powerful people from the Middle Ages or even the ancient times. Could he compete with them? How much help could he be?
All kinds of things in the future flashed through his mind. Mengqi completely calmed down and thought about them.
Of course, these were all imminent or would happen in a few years. The long-term crisis was naturally a big disaster. Naturally, it would be the return of the powerful and powerful Great Mediums. The most important response was to train hard and improve as soon as possible.
I hope that when the curtain opens, I will have achieved the Legendary realm …
Whoosh, the cool night breeze blew in, bringing a bit of freshness and also seemed to have the residual coldness of the Tomb Mountain. Mengqi's heart moved and his senses were generated. He found a lame old servant carrying a food box approaching the Heavenly Mystery Tower.
"Uncle Fu, why are you here?" He Xiang asked in a low voice.
The lame old servant said, "The master asked me to send supper to the guests."
He Xiang checked the room and gently knocked on the door.
"Come in," Mengqi withdrew his senses.
The door opened and the lame old servant limped in. He bowed and put down the food box. He took out a plate of dark red pig's blood cake.
This was a little different from usual. It seemed that the blood had not dried yet, giving people a shocking feeling.
Mengqi was slightly puzzled and looked up at the lame old servant, Uncle Fu.
A creepy smile suddenly appeared on Uncle Fu's wrinkled face. He said in a hoarse voice,
"Don't be a busybody!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body became illusory and distorted. It was as if he was no longer in this world and was not worried about being caught by the Dharmakaya.
Mengqi was expressionless. He stretched out his right hand and casually grabbed the void in front of him. The long river surrounded him and the Sword Qi was released. In an instant, it penetrated through the layers of space and time, grabbed Uncle Fu and pulled him out.
"How, how could it be …" Uncle Fu was at a loss. His skin turned green. He struggled with all his might but could not get rid of Mengqi's right hand.
Mengqi looked at him and said calmly, "You dare to play the Way of Space and Time in front of me? Who ordered you to do this? "
Thump, thump, thump. The sound of a heartbeat came from his chest.
At this moment, chilly wind blew and black fog filled the air. Two huge black shadows appeared. One had a bull's head and the other a horse's face. They held a trident and a spear and said aggressively, "Su Meng, your time is up. Come with us to the Nether World!"
Bull's head and horse's face? A trip to the Nether World? Mengqi suddenly thought of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven's Book of Life and Death. He laughed and said, "You're just a ghost. What right do you have to capture me?"
As he spoke, he raised his sleeves. The world turned dark and Bull's head and horse's face were thrown in at the same time.
"Save …" Uncle Fu suddenly shouted when he saw Bull's head and horse's face. But just as he opened his mouth, he saw Bull's head and horse's face fly into Mengqi's sleeves without any resistance. His voice suddenly stopped.
Are they on the same side? Just as Mengqi was puzzled, a majestic voice came from outside, "You dare to resist the Nether World? Damn it! "
A purplish-black smoke surged into the window and turned into a man in a loose robe with big sleeves. He had a black beard and a serious expression. He held a judge in his hand and had a majestic aura that was far stronger than Bull's head and horse's face.
"Judge Cui! Help me! "" Uncle Fu "finally shouted.
Then he saw Mengqi raise his sleeves again. A strong wind blew and the world turned upside down. Judge Cui was shocked and became smaller and smaller. He could not help but go into the sleeves.
"This …" 'Uncle Fu' was stunned.
Mengqi tapped the table with his left hand and said with a smile, "Will the Ten Kings of Hell come to arrest me later?"
"I don't know …" Uncle Fu answered blankly.
"They have all been captured. Who are you counting on? Tell me who you are! "Mengqi suddenly shouted.
"I, I am the ghost god of the Nether World. I was sent by the Great Emperor to warn you to mind your own business!" At the mention of the Great Emperor, Uncle Fu regained his vigor and his voice involuntarily became louder.
Mengqi laughed, "There is the Immortal World above and the Nine Serenities below. Ghosts and demons coexist and the Acheron is connected. How can there be the Nether World?"
"The Nether World was built by the Great Emperor!" Uncle Fu said with his head held high.
The Nether World was built by the Great Emperor? Bull's head and horse's face, Judge Cui, ghost god? Mengqi suddenly thought of the Real Spirit Map of Ghosts and Gods. After its mysterious disappearance, it reappeared and completed its transformation. It was many times more powerful than when it was refined by the first ancestor of the Wang family. However, the real spirit of the god inside had long disappeared.
The List of Deification established the position of heaven and earth. Is the Nether World related to the Real Spirit Map of Ghosts and Gods?
Who was the Great Emperor?
When Mengqi was about to speak, Uncle Fu suddenly screamed and turned into green smoke. The surrounding chilly wind dissipated instantly and the black fog faded away. The waning moon shone again. The clear light was dreamy as if nothing had happened.
Meng Qi looked at the empty palm of his right hand, and then looked at the empty sleeve. He then looked at the tightly shut door and He Xiang, who was dutifully serving outside the door.
Everything he had experienced before seemed to be just a dream.
Mengqi frowned.
