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Chapter 640: I see my city(1/2)

Hei Tuantuan waved his claws with some regret.

Comfortable!

boom!

At this moment, the top of the basement completely collapsed, and the heavy golden Buddha smashed down with mud and broken wood.

Its golden body sat in the basement, with the edge of the base next to Jin Jiuling's head.

Still alive.

Jin Jiuling looked at the golden Buddha body blocking the soil and broken wood for him. He burst into tears, but he could not push away the jade screen that could only be lifted by four people.

At this time, he saw rain constantly splashing water on the body of the Golden Buddha. The rain washed away the compassionate face of the Golden Buddha and also washed away the soil around the broken top of the basement.

The mud and water mixed with broken wood flowed down along the body of the Golden Buddha.

Countless pleasant sounds sounded on the ebony shelf that had been crooked on the four walls of the basement. It was his treasure that was spilling from the ebony shelf and falling on the mud-covered floor.

The turbid water flow gradually spread out and gradually flooded his body.

"Save me!"

"Help!"

Jin Jiuling screamed in great fear. He cried desperately, his hands kept slapping the mud and water, and pushing the jade screen that could not be moved at all.

As mud and water poured into his mouth and nose, he heard the sound of someone shaking the courtyard door violently.

The iron gate made a clanging sound.

He raised his head desperately and spit out the mud in his mouth with force. However, the coke and ash washed down by the rain in the ruins filled his mouth, nose and lungs with the smell of fireworks.

His body suddenly became stiff.

Is that the voice of someone coming to save him?

However, the iron gate is too strong.

The sound was the same as the sound of his children pushing the door in the fire that day.

At this moment, he saw the rain dripping through the hollow part of the jade screen. The face of his daughter seemed to be crying on the jade screen. He raised his head and before the mud passed his eyes, he saw the face full of compassion for the golden Buddha who was looking down at him in the air.

"I'm relieved!" Hei Tuantuan waved his claws vigorously, very excited.

Zhou Lu'er was thinking, not sure what she was thinking.

Hei Tuantuan originally felt that he had finished the work, but suddenly his spiritual realm was twisted. It and Zhou Lu'er returned to the time when they first met Jin Jiuling.

Jin Jiuling still knelt in front of the Buddha.

"Why are you back?" Hei Tuantuan protested with his paws.

Zhou Lu'er scratched her head, "I don't know what to say."

At this time, Jin Jiuling suddenly rushed to the feet of the Buddha like crazy. He touched the row of words carved under the feet of the Buddha, and suddenly started to cry heart-wrenchingly.

Hei Tuantuan didn't have to read the words, and the row of words appeared in his mind: "I wish the descendants of the Jin family will be prosperous and prosperous."

The picture suddenly changed.

When it saw the construction of the treasure building and the Buddha, Jin Jiuling himself was engraving this row of words.

The Buddha suddenly collapsed with a bang. Behind the Buddha were the burnt courtyard wall and the iron gate. There were three burnt corpses at the iron gate, which were Jin Jiuling’s two sons and a daughter.

Jin Jiuling cried and kept slapping himself in the mouth, but the row of words he carved by himself were imprinted on the ground in front of him. Blood in his mouth splattered, and a woman's cough sounded in the wind.

The blood flowing from his mouth was as dazzling as the blood that had his wife coughed up the quilt that winter.

"It's okay." Hei Tuantuan drew a few words at Zhou Lu'er, feeling that it was acceptable to slap his mouth.

Zhou Lu'er smiled embarrassedly and said, "Hei Tuantuan, I don't know what's going on. I just feel like there is such a way, I just let him go faster."

"It's okay!" Hei Tuantuan repeated the drawing, "But it's not interesting to toss about people like him. Let him quickly go through his sinful life."

Zhou Lu'er touched her head helplessly, "It doesn't seem like this is something I can control."

After saying this, Hei Tuantuan found that the picture had changed again. Jin Jiuling returned to his yard before it was completely built. The foreman kneeled in front of him to ask for wages.

Jin Jiuling's whole body trembled.

The corners of his mouth no longer bleeding, but blood and tears flowed out of his eyes.

Blood and tears fell on the stone steps in front of him.

Hei Tuantuan clearly felt Jin Jiuling's consciousness at this time, and he also knew that there was no chance to do it again.

The pictures in front of Jin Jiuling are constantly changing.

The foreman got a sufficient amount of wages.

His daughter happily took the medicine back to make medicine for her younger brother.

The Treasure Pavilion became a place for his wife and children to read, draw and play.

Even when it was stormy, what came from the yard was not the cry of a woman, but the laughter and joy.

Jin Jiuling's daughter is married.

On a good day, the marriage team happened to meet another family's marriage team. It happened that the daughter of Foreman Zhang's family was also married on the same day.

Foreman Zhang's family took the initiative to give way, but in the end, the two families squeezed each other and walked across the street together.

The basement downstairs of Jin Jiuling's treasure was never used.

On a rainy night, Jin Jiuling appeared in the yard of a poor family. He stood in the water and watched the raindrops pass through the tiles.

He instructed the craftsman to help the house repair the roof immediately, and at the same time, he asked someone to carry out the sick elderly man inside to settle it.

When the children of this family knelt in the mud and kowtowed to him, Jin Jiuling raised his head, and tears and rain flowed down his face.

He saw that there seemed to be a big Buddha in the sky.

The big Buddha was full of compassion.

All the scenes returned to the moment when Zhou Lu'er and Hei Tuantuan had just entered Jin Jiuling's spiritual realm, Jin Jiuling knelt in front of the Buddha.

Jin Jiuling looked up at the Buddha's face, with tears on his face.

"alright."

Zhou Lu'er squeezed her eyes at Hei Tuantuan with relief.

Hei Tuantuan felt that his and Zhou Lu'er's bodies suddenly became light and fluttering.

The next moment, it and Zhou Lu'er returned to the roof, and the five little mice were still honestly standing in front of Zhou Lu'er.

"That's good?" Hei Tuantuan waved his claws and drew it. It felt like he understood a little, but he didn't know much.

Zhou Lu'er scratched his head. He couldn't help laughing when he looked at Hei Tuantuan, because he felt that he was like Hei Tuantuan and understood a little, but he didn't know much.

"Okay OK."

But when he let the five little mice get into their sleeves and jump from the roof, he feels confident again, "It must be fine. This is his own business. No matter how he does in the future, we don't have to worry about it."

Hei Tuantuan jumped on his head and stretched his claws forward, complimenting, "Didn't Brother Fifteen say he can't help in vain? What about our benefits?"

Zhou Lu'er suddenly laughed.

Hei Tuantuan was stunned and said, "Why are you laughing at?"

Zhou Lu'er smiled and said, "I feel that we have benefits, but what is the benefit? I can't think of this for a while."

Hei Tuantuan also patted his head helplessly.

Zhou Lu'er felt soft and comfortable. He said excitedly, "Hei Tuantuan, let's continue?"

Hei Tuantuan patted his head again and signaled to continue.

Shenxiu and several guardians stood at the entrance of the alley not far away, and quietly bowed to him and the Hei Tuan.

On the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, Master Xuanqing smiled.

...

When the sound of the clapper fell from the head of Chang'an City, the crow above the head of the Taoist Qingyi was hovering into an ink vortex.

The city walls of Chang'an steamed out of the dark green outline, like cold cooked cakes placed in a steamer. The moss was covered with moss on the side of the road, and the sunken word "Ba Ling" was filled with rain the day before yesterday. Three fireflies flicked by his green clouds. Frogs croaked in the reed marsh. When a crow couldn't help falling towards the Taoist in Qingyi, it suddenly stood up and broke like glass hitting the iron wall. Every piece of its flesh and blood and even every piece of feather quickly turned gray and white like it had been withered for decades.

A faint green flame flowed around the Taoist bun, and seven copper coins stood up in his palm. He did not have any extra movements, but was still looking at the city wall not far away and the lights in the city.

The lights on Zhuque Street never seemed to change.

Chang'an seems to be even more majestic.

The city walls undulate like giant dragons under the moon, with nine eaves piercing the night fog, and the shaking light of copper bells under the eaves is like stars shaking off the back of the dragon's spine.

All the branches of a locust tree beside him broke out at this moment.

The branches seemed soft, but they were very loud when they fell to the ground. What was gushing out from the broken mouth was not wood juice, but crimson flames.

The toad's cry in the moat suddenly became louder, and the moonlight seemed to become brighter. On the road ahead of the Qingyi Taoist, the moonlight rose and fell like waves, and began to weave fine runes.

The owner of Baiyun Temple walked from the entrance in front of him stepping on silver-like light spots. The locust wood rosary wrapped around his wrist was cracking, but there was a cold sword energy blooming in each wooden bead.
To be continued...
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