The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 669 The original village is over (25)

This day is three festivals of Zhongyuan.

The local officials opened the gate of the mansion, and the souls of the dead were waiting for examination.

Sins are reduced, and lonely souls are relieved.

It is suitable for the super-sweeping Linghuayue.

Kuang Qiansui asked Miao Minglou to prepare a lot.

Censer candle holders, fruits and flowers.

Embroidered gold banners, accompanied by bells and drums.

The types and quantities of offerings are extremely rich,
So much so that Miao Minglou felt,

This is not for Ling Huayue alone,

It's a salvation for the whole village.

He wanted to ask Kuang Chitose,
But since the fight with Ling Jinghai till now,

The woman doesn't talk to anyone.

Not a word, a punctuation mark, not even a look.

Even He Jun refused.

Miao Minglou felt that this woman... was really used to it!

When the hour comes,
There was no chance to speak.

Anonymous lent the square in front of the initial building,

The wounded of the whole village gathered here,

circle around.

Kuang Qiansui was wearing a bright red Taoist robe, embroidered with a group of cranes, holding a yellow silk in his hand, and wrote prayers.

first step,
Come into the table.

The second step,
Please be holy.

third step,
After breaking the prison, lonely souls from all directions came to the meeting.

the fourth step,
Purify the soul, give food and share food, and the dead soul receives money.

At last,
Sing scriptures to cleanse sins, and you can get rid of them.

Seventy-seven and forty-nine lanterns are lit to pray for blessings,
Knock one hundred and one hundred times with the magic weapon to break through thousands of troubles.

It stands to reason,
At this point, the ceremony is over.

But when everyone is ready to rise,
Suddenly a high-pitched chant,
Break through the empty spirit and recite the words, break the clear and long,
Under the steep turn, it soared to the sky.

He Jun's pupils shrank suddenly,

Turned into two sharp cat's eyes,

"Chitose... what are you going to do..."

Obviously it is the pearl of Qingyue,
But no one discerned the words.

Everyone only felt that there was a wind blowing, and it gradually became sicker.

The piercing sound pierces the ears,
Dust leaves fly and turn into tornadoes,
charming eyes,
Cover the sky.

Miao Minglou felt strange,
Secretly wondering what new tricks this woman is going to play,

Hearing the strange cry of the new moon from the system in his consciousness,

He hadn't had time to scold his mother,

as far as the eye can see,
Everyone suddenly hugged their heads.

The pain is only momentary,
That's where all the systems resonate,

Issue the same frequency alarm.

It will not bring much damage burden to the host.

"Chitose,"

A sensitive figure jumped out quickly,
Straight towards the direction of the central altar,

"Kuang Chisui,

what are you doing.

answer me!
What do you want to do?
I don't agree, I don't accept it.

you come back,
come back to me
We agreed..."

He Ju's heart was beating wildly. At that moment, he shouldn't have felt the pain.

But he felt it.

He can sense his system now.

What does this mean?
His Chitose was going to do something that he would never agree to, and would never accept.

She wants to help him return to his body...

Pale golden flakes of light emerged from the red-robed crane pattern.

Like the light of God.

that shards of light,
A small part turns into a thin curtain,
shrouded in the outer ring of the altar,
Separate the distance between all the audience and Kuang Chitose.

with a laugh,
strange and familiar,
a figure,
The whole body is glowing with pale gold.

youthful cynicism,
Instead, Qiantui interrupted He Yun,

He also answered everyone's doubts for her.

"You can't die,
Chitose is reluctant. "

So to help him complete his mission,

not giving anyone a chance,

to hurt him.

"Be happy,

To be blessed and helped by Chitose and me,

There will be no one in the Three Thousand Worlds with such glory as you. "

Hail the holy light conjures reality,

Floating in mid-air behind Kuang Chitose.

armor spear,

The golden light is weak and weak,

long hair trailing the floor,

Covered at Chitose's feet.

Where they stand, there is like a river of holy light flowing.

sacred,

Not to be approached.

"One day and one night, there is no moon to shine.

Bai Wei cried sadly, looking back as before, all flowers were buried.

What is the comfort, there is no trace, the collection of new world gods. "

The clear voice continued slowly,

between heaven and earth,
gradually changed,

"Ye Ming Ye stops crying, and flowers bloom to pray to the gods.

Floating life, our generation mourns, dreams disappear and resentment disperses. "

The stronger the chant,

The golden light grows stronger,

With the impact of gold and stone Dingling,
The bell is clear and the drum is heavy,
Awaken all sleeping creatures.

Miao Minglou was shocked by the appearance of Wanfu Shengguang,
In a daze,
The left hand was grasped forcefully,

He tilted his head and saw Tang Jingchun,
look up again,
Saw the same broken sky as him.

"Lying... trough..."

Shouting one after another,

As the blue of the head turns to black,

The golden-red light surged through the clouds like magma,

An island rises from mid-air,

Split the dome and squeeze in slowly.

"It's plane fusion!"

"No, no, no, no, it's impossible, it's impossible!"

"Mom~ I'm so scared, will we be killed by meteorites?"

"Village Chief, think of a way!"

"..."

There were several crisp sounds of Qinglingling.

The staff in the hands of gods and Buddhas is intimidating.

The tumult and fear are quiet for a moment,
Everyone shut their mouths and ears,
look terrified,

Waiting in vain for disaster to strike.

however,
All Blessed Holy Light laughed and said nothing,

Ren He Jun neighed in the cat's body.

"A mighty wave rises,

Swallowing thousands of wills, devouring thousands of souls. "

far away in the sky,
A familiar voice is calling,
calling name,
As He Jun shouted,
- Chitose, Chitose, Chitose...

"Pray for the soul, redeem Mimi,

The vast ocean area echoes endlessly. "

One step at a time,

One step down seven stars,

The left hand holds a vajra,
The right hand holds a mahogany sword.

There seems to be the wish to sleep with each other every night in my ear,

Scenes of the past are revolving in my mind.

Laughing and cursing, love and hate.

The island is in mid-air,

Contains all the wronged souls of the Kuang family,
Sheng Kuang's immortality.

"My breath, my home,

I point to the direction, and you will return home. "

haunting thoughts,

It's time to let go
Lies gave way to truth,

Now is the time to let go of the truth.

"The mountain does not move, the tree does not get angry, and the world does not tolerate it.

The sky is boundless, the earth is boundless, and there is no life in the world.

Lived yesterday, died today, don't hesitate. "

The endless golden light gushed out from the bodies of Wanfu Shengguang and Kuang Qiansui.

Float from the ground to the sky.

covering the island,
The black shadow in the package was full of resentment.

They were the lonely souls who were hurt, abandoned and self-exiled in the barren continent.

They bear the pain of reality,
Crazy and obsessive.

There are no names of them in menstruation and reincarnation for thousands of years.

The first and earliest wish has long since been forgotten.

they live,

For Chitose,

they die,

For Chitose.

Kuang Chitose knows the crux of all this better than anyone else.

She also obsesses deeper and longer than anyone else.

In the past, she was crazy, suffering from the pain that was hoarse but no one cares about it.

She defended desperately.

Now, she's crazy again.

for one person.

for all.

The last thing she should do is to protect her.

"We backed away from the scriptures... Singing loudly and making our way back home."

Clear and hoarse,
gradually disappeared.

Pale golden flakes have never been so thin.

Just like Kuang Chitose's face, it has never been so transparent.

System Seven suddenly screamed.

harsh,
Mood swings infection including the first generation,

All plane systems.

"Little Fuzi—!"

He Jun hugged his head in severe pain,

The liver and gallbladder are split,

Make a human voice that is no longer meowing,

"Kuang Chitose, you liar!!!"

Tang Jingchun froze in place.

He felt a hole in his heart.

Not big, a small hole.

But the wind kept pouring in, and it was too cold.

On the face, the hottest blood and marrow in the depths of the soul rolled down silently and recklessly with tears.

"Miao Minglou,

You said,

She's actually teasing us again, isn't she? "

……

Seven days later.

Ho family.

Ling Jinghai came uninvited.

"She's not dead."

Wrapped around the body with bandages,
Even the new hundred-flower embroidered robe couldn't cover it.

"Who said she was dead?"

He didn't want to come.

But the village head forced him to come.

Since Huayue left,

The village chief's attitude towards him became increasingly bad,
number one followed him,
From time to time, I have to be run on by No. [-].

But they talked it over.

After helping He Yun this time, the relationship between him and the village chief was settled.

Other first-generation systems have to be honest,
Show some respect to his Huayue.

"This thing is not dead yet, how could that woman die."

He handed it out,

Snap your fingers crisply,

Standing in front of He Jun's empty eyes,
It is a weak touch of gold on the index finger.

shallow, thin,
looming,

like light smoke,
More like a breath breathed out on a cold winter day.

The pale golden light, like a source of fire, instantly lit up those godless black eyes.

He Jun grabbed his wrist,

Don't let the shards of light leave your sight,

"Where is she."

Ling Jinghai rolled his eyes,

"Where else can I be?"

Where else could she be besides the home she longed for.

Only this time,
The woman was just like him.

If you can't, you will live forever and live forever.

……

20-year-old Kuang Chisui,
Adopted a child who was stuck on the door.

A little dull, a little silly, but clingy and smart.

Everyone in the family is joking,

Say this little guy,

Nothing like her anywhere,
just this mouth,

Her venomous tongue sounded like her own.

The little guy is not interested in anything.

In addition to computer programs,

My biggest hobby is hoarding gold.

Kuang Qisui: "Mom, look, isn't gold super beautiful?"

Kuang Qisui: "Mom, will I marry a girl surnamed Jin when I grow up?"

Kuang Qisui: "Mom, look at that little brother, he's covered in gold!"

Kuang Chitose: ...Like a fart.

As for the orphanage, she wants to return it!
　Not a eunuch anymore.

　　I have never been able to write, and I have never wanted to write.

　　I was scolded by my best friend, and I didn't want to write after chasing and slashing with a knife.

　　I would rather be a eunuch than mess up.

　　It's because I love Chitose so much.

　　She should have a complete, not watery, not rotten, even better ending than the original outline.

　　Now this is it.

　　At least for now, I can't think of or write a better one.

　　I really didn't think much about writing this book at the beginning, I didn't expect to make money, it was just an idea.

　　No one will be out of work if they watch it, and there will be up to nine chapters and [-] words in every day. After someone reads it and starts to work, there is no time or energy to grind the words and plot.

　　Although it is written like this, there are still a bunch of typos. In fact, this book was originally written at the beginning, and more than a dozen versions were shot and abolished.After opening a change, every chapter is written and needs to be revised at least five or six times.

　　The deleted content and the plot were put together in one document, and at a glance, there were about 10,000+ words.

　　half open ending, but happy ending
　　I don’t know if I’ll write anything else in the follow-up, anyway, my best friend is forced to open it again, but I’m too lazy, it takes my brains to go to work, and I want to be a no-brainer after get off work.

　　Thank you for your support and likes.

　　To be honest, if there were not two cuties who insisted on posting comments and voting, this ending might take a while.

　　Conscience is really troublesome.

　　Chitose is my ideal image, and it is also my reflection on people and life.

　　I hope that after reading it, you don't simply think that the hydrology of the journal is blabla. Of course, that is just wishful thinking.

　　See you again.

　　I wish you all the best, all your wishes come true, and get rich overnight (?)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)