Chapter 121: Sophora japonica was deceived
The woman was originally a locust tree that had been practicing cultivation for five thousand years. She grew up in a mountain forest and was accompanied by ghosts and locust tree is a ghost tree, so there are many ghosts gathering around her.
Maybe it was because she had been practicing for too long, or maybe it was the fate she are also some dead souls gathered around the locust tree. She thinks these dead souls are very interesting. They will work according to their behavior in life, and they will also talk about all kinds of interesting things in their lives.
Cultivation in the locust tree was boring, so I just took my time and listened to the conversations of these dead time, Huaishu also became interested in the human world. She wanted to see what the prosperous worldly world described by the dead was like.
So after practicing for the 800th year, Sophora japonica survived the catastrophe of transformation and finally transformed into a human form.
She secretly came to the human world, and felt particularly novel watching the world with people coming and is curious about everything in the world, but he also encounters a lot of troubles.
Perhaps because the transformed human form is too beautiful, the locust tree has been repeatedly harassed by lustful people.
Until by chance, Huaishu met the young head of the Qian had a good impression of this warm-hearted and kind-hearted other party not only helped her avoid trouble, but also gave her some understanding of the world.
The head of the Qian family is willing to spend money to tour the mountains and rivers for the Sophora tree, and the Sophora tree naturally repays the he branched a small locust tree and asked the Qian family to plant it in their backyard to change the Qian family's feng made the Qian family's fortunes prosperous and their wealth booming.
Soon the Qian family became one of the few wealthy businessmen in Yangzhou, and their business even reached the northern states.
Huaishu thought that everything would be fine, but she never thought that one day the familiar head of the Qian family would send her a pair of embroidered shoes, saying that she would definitely like them as a gift.
Naturally, Huaishu would not refuse the kindness of the head of the Qian family. When she got the pair of shoes, she was also attracted by the embroidered shoes, so she happily put them on.
She never thought that all this was a conspiracy. After Huaishu put on the embroidered shoes, she was imprisoned in the Sophora tree in the Qian family's old house after traveling around.
There is a strange formation here. Even if she practices for thousands of years, she will not be able to escape from here.
Huaishu naturally knew that he had been deceived and was plotted angry and annoyed, he wanted to fight to the death with the Qian family, but he never thought of a formation was set up in Qian's house and she was imprisoned in the underworld of the locust tree.
Every year on the day of the Ghost Festival, the monk would come to extract her aura and demonic power, and then strengthen the seal of this world.
"This monk came seven times and never came again. Although I was plotted by you cunning people, he still allowed me to find a way to break the imprisonment. Now you dare to break in on your own, you are really asking for death. Road." The woman looked at the imprisoned people and said coldly. "Are you satisfied with this story? Does it reflect your dirty soul, or does it awaken you to your despicable behavior? If so, then die in peace."
"It turns out that this is why the benefactor is so aggressive against us, Amitabha." The monk clasped his hands together and sighed. "If the donor puts us to death because of this matter, it would be a real regret for the donor."
"Regret? What regrets can I have? My biggest regret is that I believed that boy from the Qian family so easily that I was trapped here for many years." The woman said bitterly. "When I get out of here, I will make sure that the Qian family never recovers!"
"Greed is also the source of hatred. The World Honored One once said: Letting go of the hatred in the heart is to reconcile with oneself. All living beings suffer, and where the suffering comes from is just like the obsession in the benefactor's heart. The same is true for people, and so is the demon. You hate What the Qian family did, they did. People hate monsters, monsters hate people, and people also hate monsters. Life goes back and forth, how can it stop." The monk held his flower fingers and sighed softly, then he lowered his head and closed his eyes, putting his hands on He recited the scriptures on his chest.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when practicing the deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are all empty, and overcomes all hardships. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true... "
In an instant, the Buddha's light shone brightly on the monk's fair skin seemed to be coated with a layer of gold powder, making it look particularly solemn. "Arhat's golden body? The smelly monk is quite capable." Hong Luan looked at the monk and expressed a bit of then she didn't say anything more, but secretly restored her mana.
At this moment, the three of them were all bound by vines, like cages hanging in the sky.
Naturally, the woman was not touched by the monk's words, but her expression changed snorted coldly and pointed at Jiang Wen, who was trapped in the Four Symbol Formation: "Do you really think I will let you go after hearing a few words? You are too naive. Let's start with you today."
"..." Jiang Wen was speechless. He didn't expect that he would be the first to be picked by this locust tree thought this monk talked too much, so he was the one who deserved to be beaten the would have thought that this Sophora Spirit would not follow the routine and deal with him, the quietest person, first.
"Don't talk about martial ethics!" Jiang Wen said angrily.
He glanced at Yan Gongli, who was sleeping behind him, and muttered angrily: "What time has it been, and you are still sleeping, bitch? Isn't it the best time to show off your self-proclaimed ancestor? We have been raped by a thousand-year-old demon. I'm following you! I really can't count on you at all!"
Looking at Huaijing getting closer and closer, Jiang Wen thought about how to get out of does not plan to use merit points to cast spells for the time being. If he is not at the end of his rope, he will not use that trump card in the future.
After thinking about what else he could use, Jiang Wen made up his mind.
He looked at the indifferent woman and then laughed loudly: "Hahahaha..."
The Sophora Essence was indeed attracted by his laughter, and pulled the cage in front of her to look at looked a little puzzled and asked: "Why are you laughing?"
"I just laughed at you, a Sophora japonica spirit, for being so brave and simple-minded." Jiang Wen said arrogantly. "You don't know it when you are being played with by others, but you are trapped in it."
"What did you say? Do you dare to question me?!" Huaijing had an angry look on his face and pointed his huge finger in front of the cage. "You are my prisoner now. Aren't you afraid that I will kill you now?"
"If you wanted to kill me, you would have killed me long ago. Why wait for me to say more. I just want to tell you that if you really kill us, you will fulfill the monk's wish." Jiang Wen said disdainfully.
"Why? Why do you say that." Huaijing's face came closer and stared at Jiang Wen with a pair of huge beautiful eyes.
"If you can explain clearly, I will spare your life."
"Does this need to be explained clearly? Huaijing. Do you know why we are here?" Jiang Wenxiao asked.
"Why are you here?" Huaijing sneered. "It's just to plot my aura and my thousand-year demon power."
"Wrong! Big mistake! You goblin, you don't even know our purpose, yet you still don't admit that you have been plotted?!" Jiang Wen said loudly, and he was ready to show his eloquence.
(End of this chapter)