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Chapter 391
Prajna Buddhas: from the abyss, the untold secret of Buddhism, using this technique, you can summon the gods and Buddhas of the heavens to deter the ominous.
Qin He saw that it was worthy of being a super monster reward.
It is also the untold secret of Abyss Buddhism, and the level is quite nice.
It is said that there are really many good things in Abyss Buddhism.
Before there was the mighty dragon, then there was the mantra of Daluo, and now there are the Buddhas of Prajna.
It feels like one is stronger than the other.
All the gods and Buddhas of the heavens came out, and the King of Hades had to stay away from this scene.
If you study decisively, you will immediately understand the secrets of skills and master them well.
Another billion points of improvement.
"Master, why do you pause for a while every time the corpse is burned?" At this time, Wang Tiezhu asked curiously.
Qin He squinted his eyes, and said with a half-smile, "You're quite careful in your observations."
Wang Tiezhu suddenly felt a "thud" in his heart, secretly thinking that it was not good.
Paralyzed by curiosity, I asked what I shouldn't have asked.
"Master, I just asked casually, so you just treat me as a fart." Wang Tiezhu covered his mouth and waved his hands repeatedly.
"I'm going to plant the peppers tomorrow." Qin He ignored it, yawned, and lay down on the bedding.
Speaking of it, I didn't sleep well for a while, and I was sleepy.
"Yes."
Wang Tiezhu nodded quickly as if he had been pardoned.
During Setsuna, a large number of pepper planting, cultivation, and breeding techniques came to mind.
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In the second half of the night, the No. 7 crematorium was quiet and deep.
Qin He snored slightly, Xiao Diao curled up in Qin He's arms, the embers of the crematorium swayed, only Wang Tiezhu stayed up all night, idly taking out the chili seeds and sifting through them one by one.
At this moment, a little ghost wearing a pointed hat and a black iron chain around his hands walked into the cremation room with his head poking his head.
Its color is thicker than that of the soul body, and it directly penetrates the wall. The beams and pillars of the wall do not hinder it in the slightest. Walking to the side of the cremator, he just glanced at it and threw the chain out.
The iron chain instantly bound Huang Xian's soul in the embers of the crematorium, and with a pull, Huang Xian's soul escaped from the crematorium and was suspended in mid-air.
It is very familiar with the action of throwing the chain binding, just like a fisherman throwing out a fishing net.
Huang Xian's soul is obviously more solid than ordinary dead souls, but there is no resistance, his eyes are empty, and his intelligence is not yet born.
After tying up the soul, the little ghost did not leave, but stayed in the crematorium. Seeing Wang Tiezhu carefully sorting the chili seeds, it leaned closer to have a look.
Seeing that Wang Tiezhu didn't respond to its own existence, it stretched out its hand and waved in front of Wang Tiezhu.
After fiddling with it for a while, it turned to Qin He again, poking its head around, its eyes full of curiosity.
But at this moment, a round, white and flawless little head slowly stretched out from Qin He's arms without warning, and met its eyes.
The little ghost paused, froze for a moment, then shrank his neck, and hurriedly ran away with Huang Xian's soul.
It looked like a frightened deer.
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For many days after that, the capital became a little calmer than before.
The biggest reason is that a shit-stirring stick that was messing around has finally stopped.
It has been raining in the capital for several days. Although the amount is not much and drops are as expensive as oil, spring plowing has begun.
The weather in Dali has been getting drier and colder for more than ten years, and the weather and weather are no longer extravagant in the hearts of experienced farmers. It is a blessing to be able to plant live spring seedlings and not have no harvest until autumn.
People's livelihood is still difficult, but at last there is hope.
There is good news, and there is bad news.
Since the beginning of the new year, there has been no rain in Shaanxi, Gansu and western Shanxi. Not only has the famine not been alleviated, but it has become more and more severe.
After the Waking of Insects, an urgent document was rushed to the capital.
The remnants of the 36th Battalion of the Chuang Army gathered in the stone building and elected Gao Yingxiang as the second Chuang King, known as "Gao Chuang".
The thirty-sixth battalion joined forces, and once again set off the flames of rebellion.
The rebels in five counties including Keshilou, Ningxiang, Jishan, Wenxi, and Hejian grew like a snowball.
Seeing it, it was another riot bigger than Lu Dilian's.
For a while, the horseshoes were fast, and the city gates rose and fell all night. Although they were thousands of miles apart, the tense atmosphere still passed into the capital.
The emperor issued several decrees in succession to prepare the army for war.
Da Li, a war machine that was so dilapidated that it was about to die, spewed out thick black smoke again.
The governor's office of the Five Armies accelerated the pace of rebuilding the Beijing camp.
Whales fall north and south, sharks drop things, this is great news for the refugees in the capital.
The Beijing camp suffered heavy losses on the battlefield in Ludi, and it is no small matter to replenish tens of thousands of horses.
A good man does not serve as a soldier, and a good iron does not use nails. Anyone in the capital who has a way to survive should not be this "Qiu Ba".
Refugees are precarious, as long as they have dry mouth, they can have as many as they want.
As for whether the skinny refugees can hold a knife or march, it is not within their consideration.
The emperor decreed that the reconstruction should be done within a time limit, and if the time was missed, it should be executed.
Life-saving is the most important thing, as for others, whoever you love.
The war machine is activated, and food and salary raising is the top priority.
Ever since, the 9,000-year-old grain raising team with two hundred large ships set sail again and headed southward, heading for the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River.
There was an uproar inside and outside the court and the field, and the chickens were flying like dogs.
Various memorials to impeach Nine Thousand Years are stacked on top of the case like snowflakes, you come and go, dragons fight.
The world is vast and chaotic.
The Yincao Difu is also not peaceful, and the Yin gods found it.
The big thing is not good, the Palace of Hades is gone.
Without the Hall of Hades, a large number of dead souls stay in Guangqian Hall, no matter whether they enter reincarnation, they will immediately become cloudy, and a large number of dead souls will wake up and turn into ghosts.
Yan Jun retreated, the top ten yin commanders each had their own ghosts, some sent yin soldiers to suppress them, some stood on the sidelines, and some even secretly acted as shit-stirring sticks.
Looking at the underworld, a riot is imminent.
That night, Qin He "ran into" an unexpected guest.