Chapter 529 Bai Yuqiong Building 2

Chapter 529

The fourth floor was also empty. Xue Xiaobao didn't see a house full of scriptures until the eighth floor. Xue Xiaobao did not move the scriptures, but just stood in front of the bookshelf and watched them carefully.

Xue Xiaobao did not dare to step on the highest level. He should be afraid of what happened in his dream to be called reality. Lingshan collapsed, and the ten thousand Buddha statues rose from the ground, and he died without a place to be buried.

Looking at the full house of Buddhist scriptures, Xue Xiaobao shook his head repeatedly. I have never read a Buddhist scripture since I was a child, and I have rarely read the Taoist scriptures passed down from generation to generation. Why can I absorb the energy in the reli? Why is this? A big game of chess makes me come here step by step. What I saw in the dream became a reality... What secret is hidden in this spiritual mountain? Are gods and demons so afraid?

Countless doubts flashed in Xue Xiaobao's mind, as if someone had set up a game to let himself step into his trap step by step.

Xue Xiaobao gently stroked the Buddhist scriptures on the bookshelf. All the books touched by his fingertips glowed with a golden light, and a warm airflow poured into his fingertips. Xue Xiaobao was stunned and had an indescribable comfort.

Then, Xue Xiaobao frowned and hurriedly gave up. This feeling was too familiar, which was the feeling when absorbing the Buddha's relics.

Xue Xiaobao dared not touch those Buddhist scriptures again. He tried to keep a certain distance from those Buddhist scriptures. However, the feeling of eagerness to touch the Buddhist scriptures in my heart became stronger and more unrestrained.

Itchy! It's like scratching your heart. It's like seeing the striped peerless beauties, close at hand, scratching their heads, charming and enchanting, waiting for you to taste.

Xue Xiaobao rubbed his palms and was in great pain. He didn't want to look up at the Buddhist scriptures on the bookshelf, but his body seemed to be out of control, and his eyes always involuntarily glanced at the bookshelf.

"It's so uncomfortable. I'm just touching it once, just once, preferably once." Xue Xiaobao comforted himself. He wavered. He couldn't stand ** and immersed himself in this extreme pleasure again.

At this moment, Xue Xiaobao completely lost his autonomy. He walked to the bookshelf with a greedy face, and his fingertips crossed the piles of Buddhist scriptures. The feeling of coolness, pleasure and comfort surged into his heart, and every joints of his body were extremely comfortable.

Xue Xiaobao was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself for a long time. The divine power of Bai Yuqionglou sealed Liang Yongjing. None of the gods and demons can enter the Lingshan Mountain. Except for mortals, they must be predestined with Buddha. Xue Xiaobao is a qualified candidate, but Liang Yongjing already has the realm of immortals. The divine power has sealed Liang Yongjing. She can't talk to Xue Xiaobao.

Xue Xiaobao now slowly closes his eyes and quietly enjoys the comfort brought by the warm current. However, at this time, the monks on the second floor got out of nowhere. He stood quietly and stretched out his hand, put his hands together, and said the Buddhist scriptures. Xue Xiaobao's body trembled slightly, and the consciousness in his mind gradually faded until his mind was completely out of control. He entered a wonderful place.

He flew in the clouds, swam in the sea, shuttled through the jungle, and leaped in the mountains and rivers. It's so free and carefree.

Xue Xiaobao saw the great rivers and mountains, the endless ocean... The heaven and the earth seemed to be under his feet. He looked down on the world and was in charge of everything...

I don't know how long it took this kind of divine tour. When Xue Xiaobao opened his eyes, he found that the mysterious warm current had disappeared. He turned around and looked around. When the monk behind him appeared in his eyes, he was shocked and pointed to the monk in horror. The monk's face was full of wrinkles. In addition to his appearance and Xue Xiaobao, he was already old. No, it's like a dying old man sitting listlessly on the ground, his lips still moving slightly, as if he were reciting Buddhist scriptures.

"You..., how are you..." Xue Xiaobao was terrify. He didn't understand how the monk who was exactly like him just became like this.

"Lord, I have completed my mission, but please forgive me for the sins I have committed." The monk's old and powerless voice sounded in Xue Xiaobao's ear. What it was clear, and it sounded like the last words of an atonement.

"What does your atonement have to do with me? I don't want to be your substitute. I'm a monk, and I'm not at par with your Buddhism." Xue Xiaobao lost control of his emotions and roared angrily.

"Lord, I'm atoning for your sins." The monk said slowly that he was getting old very fast, and his skin had cracked and was about to fall off.

"You...you, you... make it clear. I didn't do anything. Why do you atone for my sins? I'm a good mother..." Xue Xiaobao shouted nervously.

Anyone who knows Xue Xiaobao will have the impulse to slap him when he hears that he is a good person. This man is simply shameless and hopeless.

"My mission has been completed, and the rest... you will do it..." After the monk said, his body suddenly caught fire and died.

Xue Xiaobao looked at the monk's spontaneous combustion in front of him, but the beating blue flame looked extremely strange and ghostly. Looking at the monk turning into dust, Xue Xiaobao had a feeling of sadness in his heart, whether he was distressed, sad or pitiful. In a word, this feeling made Xue Xiaobao very complicated and panicked.

"He atoned for my sins? Paralyzed, I don't even know him. I think he wants to hurt me..." Xue Xiaobao said to himself, and then called Liang Yongjing in his heart and said, "Jing'er, Jing'er, can you hear me? Come out and talk to me. This damn place makes me very uncomfortable.

"Jing'er..."

Without getting Liang Yongjing's reply, Xue Xiaobao was a little panicked. He did not dare to step on the ninth-story penthouse. In case the scene in his dream happened, although he was more than enough to die, Liang Yongjing would die with him. Xue Xiaobao couldn't bear it. He had just occupied the body and wanted to be a ghost couple. He didn't want to see this scene. He looked at the stairs leading to the ninth floor, hesitated for a moment, and turned away. Come to the lobby on the first floor. Xue Xiaobao stood in front of the Buddha statue of Shakyamuni and looked at it quietly. He lost his mind for a moment. A string of Buddhist scriptures gushed out of his mind, and his mouth couldn't help swung.

The more you read the scriptures in your mouth, the faster you read, and the scriptures in your mind flash frequently. It seems that the Buddhist scriptures in the eighth-level Tibetan Sutra Pavilion are in his mind. Xue Xiaobao lost control of his body, and he doesn't know anything now.

The sound of killing appeared in the bottom of my heart. The human general waved a long knife and fought desperately in the beast army. The blood stained the earth red, and the disgusting smell of blood permeated the sky.

The human general was already at the end of the crossbow. He fell from the war horse. He supported his body with a long sword and slowly scolded. The beast army surrounded him and roared to vent his hatred for him. The human general's eyes were blood red. He looked around, and his cold and domineering voice sounded.

"I will never be captured! Kill it!" The human general shouted the last word of killing and waved his sword with all his strength. However, he was seriously injured, shaky, and his footsteps were floating. As soon as he waved one, he fell to the ground.

The beast army doesn't want to kill people directly, but wants to capture them. However, when the general of the human race is fighting, there are still some at least the knots of the soldiers. The best destination for the soldiers is to die in the battlefield and the horse's body.

The general has lost his ability to fight. He raised his sword in his hand, slanted to the sky, looked at the slowly surging beast army, looked up to the sky and waved his sword to death.

There was a cruel sneer at the corners of the monk's mouth sitting on the back of the giant elephant.

"No... that's not me... Although it's very similar to me, that's not me..." Xue Xiaobao roared in the bottom of his heart, because the sneer at the monk's mouth at this time could not be more familiar in Xue Xiaobao's eyes. Not only in Xue Xiaobao's eyes, everyone who has dated him is very familiar with his almost cruel evil smile. Only when the conspiracy succeeds will Xue Xiaobao involuntarily show such a smile.

It's so similar, so similar, it's just a person. After the human general committed suicide, the commander of the beast army ordered the body of the human general to be too large. The monk's face was full of a triumphant smile and left with the beast army.

No, the monk said that his mission had been completed. Did I become the second one? That monk is not the previous monk, but my incarnation, my evil, bloodthirsty and cruelty.

"Liang Yongjing is right. People like me will be enchanted sooner or later. I will be enchanted..."

Xue Xiaobao muttered to himself, came to his senses, opened the door, and introduced a beautiful scene. The mountains fell at their feet, looking empty and high, climbing high and looking far, winding and undulating, endless. Looking down, the white clouds are wandering around the peaks, surrounded by clouds and fog.

On the white jade steps stood orc knights with different expressions. With all kinds of weapons, he is majestic.

Xue Xiaobao looked at the realistic orc knight, as if he were in a dream. It seems that the dream war is happening in front of us. Xue Xiaobao lost his mind and returned to the dream together. There is no shouting of the human race, and there is no roar and roar of the beast army. Fighting in the blood-red earth, standing in a mountain-like body. Xue Xiaobao was very calm. He closed his eyes and felt and thought about the peacefulness that came bloody.

It can be said that he is a pervert. He doesn't like the smell of blood in the air. He doesn't like standing in the middle of the corpse. He is very peaceful and calm.

The familiar shouts and roars gradually faded away, leaving only corpses all over the field. Xue Xiaobao walked in the middle of the body and calmly looked at the cruel scene in front of him.

Of course, death is no longer terrible. When blood is just a desire, when killing is only for satisfaction. That kind of person may be the devil that people often talk about. He regards life as a weed and blood as a stream. There is nothing in the world worthy of his respect. There is no physical object that makes his cruelly paralyzed heart beat. Everything is no longer important.

Xue Xiaobao's eyes became more and more blood red, shining with evil charm, and he was possessed.