Prajna Buddhas: The secret that comes from the Abyss Buddha is not passed on. If you use this technique, you can summon gods and Buddhas in the heavens to shock the ominous.

When Qin He saw it, he was worthy of being a reward for the super monster.

It is also the secret of the Abyss Buddhism, and the level is quite Nice.

Speaking of which, there are quite a lot of good things in the Abyss Buddhism.

There is the Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon in front of it, and the Daluo Mantra behind it. Now there are the Prajna Buddhas.

It feels like one is stronger than the other.

All the gods and Buddhas in the heavens have come out, and the King of Hell has to retreat in this scene.

If you study decisively, you will immediately understand the secrets of your skills and understand them.

Another million points of progress.

"Master, why do you pause for a while every time the body is burned?" At this time, Wang Tiezhu asked curiously.

Qin He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "You are quite careful in your observation."

Wang Tiezhu suddenly felt a "knock" in his heart and thought to himself that it was not good.

I was paralyzed by curiosity and asked what I shouldn't have asked.

"Master, I just asked casually, and you just thought I was fart." Wang Tiezhu covered his mouth and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Go to plant the peppers tomorrow." Qin He ignored it, yawned, and lay on the bedding.

Speaking of which, I haven't had a good sleep and I feel sleepy.

"yes."

Wang Tiezhuru received a general amnesty and nodded quickly.

In an instant, a large number of pepper cultivation, cultivation and breeding techniques were presented in my mind.

...

The second half of the night, the No. 7 Burning Corps Room was quiet and deep.

Qin He snored slightly, and the little marten curled up in Qin He's arms. The fire in the crematorium swayed. Only Wang Tiezhu was used to the night, and took out the pepper seeds in nothing and screened them one by one.

At this moment, a little ghost wearing a pointed hat and black iron chains rolled in his hands leaned into the burning corpse.

Its color is thicker than the soul body, and it penetrates directly into the wall. The beams and pillars of the wall did not hinder it at all. When he walked to the crematorium, he just glanced at it and threw the chain out.

The iron chain instantly tied up the soul of Huang Xian in the embers of the crematorium. With a force, Huang Xian's soul escaped from the crematorium and floated in the air.

Its chain-shaking action is very familiar, just like a fisherman throwing out a fishing net.

The soul of the Yellow Immortal is obviously more solid than that of the ordinary dead soul, but there is no resistance, his eyes are empty and his wisdom has not yet arisen.

After tying up the soul, the little ghost did not leave, but stayed in the corpse burning room. He saw Wang Tiezhu carefully sorting the pepper seeds, and he went closer to take a look.

Seeing that Wang Tiezhu had no response to his existence, it reached out to shake in front of Wang Tiezhu.

After fiddling with him for a while, he turned to Qin He again, and his head was stumbled, his eyes full of curiosity.

But at this moment, a round, flawless little head slowly stretched out from Qin He's arms without warning and looked at it.

The little devil paused, and then his neck shrank, and he hurriedly pulled Huang Xian's soul and ran away.

That look like a frightened deer.

...

In many days since then, the capital city has become slightly calmer than before.

The biggest reason is that a messing stick wrapped around has finally stopped.

It rained for many days in the capital. Although the amount was not large and the amount was as expensive as oil, the spring plowing began.

The climate in Dali has been getting dry and colder for more than ten years, and the weather is good in the old and experienced farmers no longer want to plant live spring seedlings and live until autumn without harvest. It is a blessing.

People's livelihood is still difficult, but there is finally hope.

There is good news, but bad news comes one after another.

Since the beginning of the year, there has been no rainfall in Shaanxi, Gansu and western Shanxi. Not only has the famine not been alleviated, but it has become increasingly fierce.

After the Jingzhe, an expedited document was quickly reported to the capital.

The remnants of the 36th battalion of the Rebellion Army gathered in Shilou and recommended Gao Yingxiang as the second generation of Rebellion King, known as "Gao Chuang".

The 36th Battalion united its troops and once again set off a rebellion.

The rebels conquered Shilou, Ningxiang, Jishan, Wenxi, and Hejian counties, and their power grew like snowballs. The local town army was not strong and they retreated step by step.

Seeing that there was another riot that was even bigger than the Rudilian chaos.

For a moment, the horse's hooves were fast, and the city gates rose and fell all night. Although they were thousands of miles apart, the tense atmosphere still spread into the capital.

The emperor issued several decrees in succession to prepare for war.

Dali, a war machine that was so broken that it was about to die, spit out thick black smoke again.

The Governor's Office of the Five Army accelerated the pace of reconstruction of the Beijing camp.

The whale fell from north to south and the shark fell from east to west, which is great news for refugees in the capital.

The Beijing Camp suffered heavy losses in the battlefield in Shandong, and it is no small matter to make up for tens of thousands of people.

A good man is not a soldier, and a good iron is not a nail. Anyone who has a way out in the capital will not be the "Qiu Ba". A group of officials will make plans and recruit refugees.

If the refugees are in danger of peace, they will have as much as they have to give them dry mouth.

As for whether the skinny refugees can take the sword and whether they can march, it is not within their consideration.

The emperor issued an order to rebuild within a time limit, and the loss of time should be executed.

Saving your life is important, as for others, you love whoever you want.

When war machines are started, raising food and wages is the top priority.

So, the nine thousand-year-old grain-raising team set sail again, heading south to the south, and fishing and rice land in Jiangnan.

The court and the country were in full swing again, and the chaos was turbulent.

Various memorials of impeachment of nine thousand years old were stacked on the imperial case like snowflakes, and they were fighting each other.

The world is vast and chaotic.

The underworld is also not peaceful, and the Yin gods discovered it.

The big thing is not good, and the Hall of Hell is gone.

Without the Hall of Hell, a large number of dead souls stay in Guangqian Hall, no matter when entering the cycle of reincarnation, the yin energy immediately surges into the sky, and a large number of dead souls are constantly awakening and turning into ghosts.

Yan Jun was in seclusion, and the ten Yin generals each had their own ulterior motives. Some sent Yin soldiers to suppress them, some watched coldly, and even secretly acted as shit-scratchers.

Looking at the underworld, a riot is imminent.

That night, Qin He "collided" with an uninvited guest.
Chapter completed!