Qin Li took a deep breath

At this critical moment, variables arise.

Li Ping'an, Han Xinwu has been missing for a long time and actually went to the Demon Village.

And he was also robbed, and I don’t know what he encountered, so the village chief was helpless and came to beg him.

"Mr.

Xia Yufei asked:

"Sacrifice first, or go and save people."

Qin Li calmed down and thought about it, and made a decision.

"Look at the village chief's tone, it's not very urgent, you can slow it down."

"But the sentient beings in Qianyuan really can't wait. I can hear their wailings. Thousands of people die in every breath, and they must be sacrificed immediately."

Hearing the words!

Everyone stopped hesitating.

Everyone is busy and prepare the materials.

The Venerable Platform fell, towering and holy.

Qin Li took advantage of some breathing opportunity to take a shower, change clothes, burn incense and fast.

The only major events of the country are sacrifices and military affairs.

Sacrifice.

It's a big deal.

It must be taken seriously.

I had sacrificed to heaven before, and there was nothing I could do.

Now that I can’t pray for all living beings, I can’t be careless.

evening.

Sunset in the west.

Light falls, darkness envelops.

The world is bleak, the cold wind is howling, and the mountains are desolate.

"King of Qin, the seven holy lamps have been cast. Do you really need lamp oil and wicks?" The Great Saint of Jiuxuan waved his hand.

The breeze is gentle.

Seven lamps flew over.

It happens to be red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.

All use top-grade materials and are mixed with divine gold.

And it is forged with the saint's heart fire to carve the Taoist marks of the "Xi Jing".

"Need not!"

Qin Li collected the seven lamps.

The Great Sage of Nine Profound asked again:

"Do you want me to call the chanting boy from Yuanzhou and the ritual officer?"

“I have a better choice.”

Qin Li a little.

boom.

Thunderbolt in the night sky.

The forty-eight merit pagodas emerged.

Falling on the Venerable God Platform, pouring out the golden cloud of merit and spreading over the void.

I saw countless phantoms appearing on the altar. They sat upright, holding sacrificial instruments, singing ancient scriptures, and the celestial goddess scattered flowers, evening drums and morning bells, and even dragons and phoenixes danced, and qilins held zhi...

"The pagoda of merit is truly wonderful and useless." The saints all exclaimed.

"The sacrifice begins!"

In the golden clouds, the holy sound chanted.

Qin Li wore a black sacrificial robe, hung a stroll, and walked slowly.

Wherever you pass, the sky is falling, golden lotus flows over the ground, auspicious clouds and auspicious air, and divine beasts are singing together, boys recite scriptures, and mixed with the sound of nature.

This is the Daoyin.

The rules of rhythm are spread throughout Qianyuan.

In the thirty-two states, all living beings noticed something strange.

"I heard the beautiful singing."

"You are confused!"

"Really!"

...

All living beings were surprised.

All monks were shocked.

All ordinary people think it is a holy land of salvation.

Qin Li listened to the voices of all living beings and the people, and observed the sufferings of the world.

Step by step, without any speed, I climbed to the Fengshen Platform and saw an altar.

This is transformed by the pagoda of merit, and it is empty above it. Qin Li placed seven holy lamps in turn, took out two major substances and poured them into it.

"I am the Supreme Holy and Supreme Emperor of Taiping Taihua. Once I hear my voice, I feel suffering, so I sink and feel sad, and I can't extricate myself! Now that the plague is rampant, the rust is covered, I feel that all living beings are helpless, and I come to save the world..."

Hearing the words!

Cheers all over the world.

"This is Hua Shen!"

"There is finally a response to the prayer!"

"I am in pain when God Hua is above!"

"The plague is too cruel and devours half of the village's life!"

On the land of Qianyuan, countless suffering people fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

In a village.

A pretty boy was ecstatic.

He is Xiao Mo who has met Qin Li.

"Grandpa, have you heard it? God Hua heard our prayers and now he will bring down his favor and save us."

Bang!

Push the door open.

A foul smell of rust hits.

The house was full of patients infected with the plague.

They were in pain, with thin bones, covered in sinful copper rust.

Motu was in it, half of his body was stiff, his hair was rusted together, his eyes were turbid, and his breath was weak.

"go out!"

Motu's old growl:

"This is an epidemic situation!"

"Do you want to get infected? Do you want to die?"

Xiao Mo was so scared that he took a few steps back and could only look at the decaying grandfather at the door.

Qin Li's voice was also heard in his ears.

"No need to cry!"

"In the darkness, I am with you."

"Tonight, I want to light a lamp for all living beings, turn into hope and dispel the cold."

"All those who have experienced ups and downs in the sea of ​​suffering can suppress the plague and pain by just lighting a lamp, having good hearts and calling my name."
To be continued...