The journey has turned back here. We originally went from Guanzhong to Henan, but now we have to go the other way.

"Zhong Langjun, Princess Jialuo has been leaving for a long time."

"If you and I want to be the last to arrive, we must move forward quickly."

Qingfeng Li took a yellow paper charm, posted it on the carriage, cast a spell and recited a spell.

A breeze rose from all around, picking up broken grass blades and gathering them on the four hooves of the packhorse.

The packhorse seemed to have been injected with a big tonic, instantly neighing and shaking its head, and its hooves were also suspended unconsciously.

Whoosh!

Li Qingfeng pointed forward, and the carriage drove out like a shuttle. The movement was so fast that it was like shooting out.

It should be noted that this is just an ordinary pack horse, not a divine horse. It behaves like this, mostly because of the function of the yellow paper talisman.

Zhong Sheng thought that this packhorse was borrowed by Monk Min. The man left, but the horse stayed.

Zhong Sheng was suspicious, and suddenly felt a small breath of hot air coming from his chest and lungs, and he suddenly became confused.

I rubbed my eyes, which were blurred by tears, and I could even see the outline of the monk clearly.

The white robes and straw sandals of the monks are complex and simple, but they are more noble than the little monks in the temple who wear gold and silver and carry a treasure.

A pair of big watery eyes, now full of resentment, Master, have you forgotten this little cutie of mine?

"Mr. Zhong, get in the car!"

In this kind of life, one can tell at a glance that they are small people.

A space so white and dark that it can accommodate any light, and the seven directions of heaven and earth merge into the white darkness.

The monk is alive, but the Taoist priest is a dead thing. They are facing each other one after another, which is quite strange.

In this way, we traveled day and night, leaving faster than we came.

Fortunately, that kind of pre-sequence does not affect abnormal activities.

After several days of applying the medicine, the melted dead skin and rotten flesh have all formed scabs.

Then I realized that during the heat mirror poison attack, the illusion was more intense and lasted longer.

Ye Huozhong said that the picture that appears behind the eyes is just a captured moment.

The afterimages and pictures I saw several times in a trance are now gathered together, superimposed into a slightly turbid image.

Ride a little donkey, feel its excitement, and leap far away.

"Water, there's not yet... a month."

The little donkey was also very tired. When it stopped, it lay on the ground and stuck out its tongue, and even ate good wine and meat.

The stone Taoist figures are roughly carved, with a simple and stingy style, but their expressions are as vivid as a living person.

Thanks to that change, Zhong Sheng was able to defeat the man holding the mirror.

I just took it for granted and thought that as time goes by, the pre-existing symptoms will gradually dissipate.

A pool of turbid water is also so white that it bottoms out, but it sparkles with ripples.

His heart softened and he declined politely, "I'll just ride the donkey."

"Daoshi Li, he has become much fairer."

"Zhizhizhi!"

The mixed snake venom of the man holding the mirror is collected from the saliva of thousands of highly venomous snakes, mixed and refined.

Zhong Sheng smiled and was about to say something when suddenly he felt a trance behind his eyes.

Unfortunately, I fell asleep, and the night was long. I thought about it, took out two short knives, played with them for a while, put away the Yang Pen, and held the Yin Pen in my hand to ponder.

"Monk during the day, Taoist Shuiyueshi..."

Someone responded and turned around to see that Zhong Langjun had fallen asleep with his pillow on his pillow.

Looking back along the water pattern, you can see a pair of mango shoes stepping on the water surface, sinking or floating, always keeping a distance from sleep, limited and close to zero, but still in contact.

Zhong Sheng thought about it, but did not ask Zhong Langjun, "Taoist, he said..." Read the book.

Zhong Sheng thought about it and suddenly realized that he had been watching for a long time, and all the monks stood still and moved, without even changing their expressions.

"Which little Buddha is that? You can actually look directly at it."

Zhong Langjun went to a distance to get living water and used it to dissolve the ointment and treat the injury.

Animals are tired, and people are tired, so they have to rest for a night before they can continue on their way.

It was extremely pure white darkness, as if the world had never been created and everything in the world had existed before.

The ape squatted next to Zhong Sheng, eyes narrowed, as if he said, you are listening.

Zhong Sheng's heart moved, and he still wanted to see Huozhong. His eyes were sore and he shed two lines of tears.

"Strange!"

Zhong Sheng often trances behind his eyes, his vision is distorted, as if he sees something indescribable or exists.

When I was in the underworld, I entered my body in my spirit state and developed a fighting form with two horns and two swords.

Whether it's daytime or the moon in the water, as the background of the monks and Taoists, the artistic conception is vivid.

No, it was a piece of pure ancient sky and daytime.

The feeling is here again!

Zhong Sheng waved his hand, it was also a matter of delay, and he would ask another time.

A pair of eyes looked at the monk opposite, and the corners of his mouth were raised as if he were smiling.

The pre-symptoms disappeared and I regained my abnormality.

Forget it!

Zhong Langjun shook his head, "Lucky, lucky. If Li Qingfeng kills the man holding the mirror, the snake venom will penetrate deep into the texture and damage the muscles, bones and internal organs. You may lose seventy years of life."

Ever since the killing of the man holding the mirror, the pre-existing symptoms of the hot mirror poison have always been there.

Looking directly at the white darkness gives people a feeling that is not more ancient than ancient times, ancient times, ancient times, etc.

After a small fight with the man holding the mirror, none of the eight of them suffered serious wounds. The others had nothing, except the snake at the front whose venom was very powerful.

However, on that ancient white sky, there was a monk sitting cross-legged.

Now that the body and soul are united, one knows that even if the Yin Judgment is inserted into the chest, the same change will not occur.

After walking for several days, the packhorse was exhausted and had to stop to rest.

When Zhong Sheng thought about that, he subconsciously touched his forehead. He always felt that these two curved corners were always there. However, he passed by in a daze and wanted to confirm what he saw, and he finally got something.

The owner of the mango shoes is a Taoist priest carved from stone. Except for the inside of the mango shoes, the whole body is carved from stone.

Zhong Sheng was about to take a step when his cuffs suddenly tightened. He looked down and saw a little donkey.

In just a few breaths, the epidermis can be melted into a puddle of liquid. Over time, the flesh and blood body will turn into pus.

What is the meaning of the illusion seen before being poisoned in life?

Zhong Langjun took a deep breath, grabbed a corner and tore it open, revealing the freshly grown skin, which was a bit whiter and tenderer than before.

However, whether you are a monk or a Taoist priest, even if you are in a still state, there is a certain rhythm, as natural as breathing.

Compared with other parts, the color is indeed a little lighter.

But that time it was the same, every aspect was the same...

After all, the old man who catches snakes is an ordinary person who knows magic. Although the snake medicine is bad, it can only detoxify, but the solution is to open the magic.

The packhorse and the little donkey walked side by side at very fast speeds. Occasionally they encountered curves or roadblocks and they would quickly cross them.

The Taoist is a stone statue that only moves when he moves, but the monk is made of flesh and blood.

However, the picture I just saw always stays in my mind, vivid and contrasting.

Zhong Sheng shook his head, trying to get rid of tears. Who would have thought that when he turned his head, he saw that there was no one else facing the monk.

Zhong Langjun has never tasted hot mirror poison, but the purple gas mixed with snake venom almost melted my skin and flesh.
Chapter completed!