Chapter 450: Resection and Transplantation

Wen Wuyu still ran over, and Chen Shi pretended to take off his pants, which frightened her so much that she hurriedly covered her face, turned around, and then turned back quietly, peeking through her fingers, and found that Chen Shi did not really take off his pants, but took the opportunity to slip away, so she continued to chase him.

"Brother Chen Shi!" Her voice was crisp.

Wen Wuyu followed him like a tail bug, and admired him very much. Chen Shi was pestered by her and had no choice but to acquiesce to her to follow him.

Many people came to the county town, but at that time, Chen Shi's most memorable memories were still Wen Wuyu, Zhang You and other playmates.

Zhang You was about the same age as him, and he talked a lot. He always talked to himself, and talked endlessly, regardless of whether others were listening.

And Zhuang Wujiu, who always pretended to be deep.

As for the young master, he was older than them, already twelve years old, and more mature.

The person following him was Ren Xiong, his adoptive father.

Chen Shi also saw Zhong Wuwang.

Zhong Wuwang was not very old and always had a smile on his face, but he was very mature. Chen Shi looked at him with a strange look, but Chen Shi was relatively innocent at that time and could not see the dangerous information in his eyes.

Beside Zhong Wuwang was his master, Taoist Wei Luowei. Taoist Wei had a white face and no beard. He also looked at Chen Shi with a smile and said, "Scholar, let me see your Taoist fetus again."

Chen Shi offered up his innate Taoist fetus. This divine fetus sat in the shrine, with a long Taoist charm. When he offered it up,

the surrounding rays of light gathered towards the Taoist fetus.

A pair of eyes fell on this innate Taoist fetus. Chen Shi was very pleased at that time, like a child who got a dazzling toy and showed off to others, but he did not notice the greed and sinisterness in these eyes.

"What a good divine fetus, unparalleled in the world. "People laughed.

At that time, Chen Shi was not tall, and in his sight, these adults seemed like tall and incomparable gods. They wore kind smiles, spoke in a language that only adults could understand, greeted each other, and concealed their words, signaling the other party to retreat.

The small Xinxiang County was surging with undercurrents, and there were short confrontations from time to time, which often only took a moment.

"Someone is dead, someone is dead!"

Zhang You looked pale and said to Chen Shi, "My uncle killed someone!"

Chen Shi said: "Where?"

Zhang You led them to see, Wen Wu Yu did not dare to go, and pulled Chen Shi's clothes, but still followed.

It was a small alley, the alley was empty, there was no house, and the ground was clean and there was no blood.

Zhang You was distraught and murmured: "Someone was killed, I really saw my uncle killed someone."

"What are you doing here. "Uncle Zhang You's voice came, standing at the end of the alley, wiping his hands with a golden handkerchief, looking at them with a smile.

The children lowered their heads, and Chen Shi said boldly: "Nothing."

They walked out of the alley, and soon there was another short sound of magic collision. Chen Shi and his friends ran over and saw many people gathered together on the street. Peeping between the legs and feet of the adults, they could see a corner of the body.

They tried to see what happened, but when people dispersed, there was no body or blood on the ground.

Similar things happened many times.

Every time this happened, there would always be an ox cart leaving the city in the evening. They wanted to follow it, but the owner of the ox cart was fierce and could always find them and bring them back.

"I will teach you a method of gathering breath. Let's gather our breath and see what's going on. "Chen Shi said.

Several children practiced the Qi-gathering method, quietly followed the oxcart, and followed the oxcart out of the city.

They followed the oxcart to the suburban forest outside the city, where a big pit appeared at some point. The owner of the oxcart dragged long objects from the car and threw them into the pit.

After a while, the owner of the oxcart threw all the objects.

The oxcart went away.

The children carefully came to the edge of the big pit, and looked down. There were bodies everywhere in the pit, lying in all directions, and there were hundreds of them.

There were adults and children, piled together, and their deaths were hideous.

Several of the children even played with them several times, but suddenly disappeared. They didn't expect the bodies to appear here.

They were so scared that they were out of their minds and tremblingly returned to the county town.

After a few days, there were fewer and fewer adults and children around Chen Shi, and gradually there were only seventeen adults and seventeen children left.

The smiles on the faces of the adults became brighter and brighter, and they were more polite to each other, just like humble gentlemen.

"The thirteen families are of the same blood. "

This is what Chen Shi heard the most during that period.

"People, what do they lack?"

Dao Ren Wei said with a smile, "Those who lack morality must be moral, those who lack mind must think that they are smarter than anyone else, and those who lack love will always talk about great love. What do the Thirteen Families lack?"

"What does Despair Hill lack?" Zhang You's uncle wiped his hands with a handkerchief and smiled.

Other people with kind faces also took out handkerchiefs, wiped their hands, and looked at Dao Ren Wei and others with a smile.

Dao Ren Wei was not afraid at all, and smiled: "I lack a congenital Taoist fetus in Despair Hill. Do you have any objections?"

No more people died later, but soon Zhang You's uncle was injured, put his handkerchief to his mouth, and kept coughing,

and kept coughing up blood.

Other people with kind faces were also injured, coughing continuously, and covering their mouths with handkerchiefs.

Dao Ren Wei and the other two masters of Despair Hill were also injured. Wen Wu Yu's master was a beautiful woman, as if she was hurt, and always covered her heart.

Dao Ren Wei squatted down, looked at Chen Shi, and smiled and said, "Children, are you willing to be loyal to the true god and maintain the true god's orthodoxy. Is this ambition unswerving, and will not change in this life?"

Chen Shi shook his head: "Grandpa taught me that the sun and the moon are all shining in China. We respect our ancestors as gods, those who cure diseases and save others will enjoy incense after death and be respected as gods of medicine. Those who are proficient in equipment will create a cardinal mission for the people's livelihood, and after death, Enjoy incense and respect it as the God of Heaven. Build dikes and dams, and open up water conservancy to be the God of Water. Those who resist invasion and die on the battlefield are the God of Military. Those who teach sentient beings are the God of Master. Those who have good weather and good weather are the God of Dragons. Those who manage people's livelihood are the city gods. Why do the people of China regard their ancestors as gods, so why do they still worship the external gods?”

Daoren Wei's smile froze on his face.

His face gradually immersed in the darkness, and Chen Shi woke up from the meditation and slowly stood up.

He looked around and he was still in the teahouse, with strange people guarding outside, silent.

Just now, those memories came, making him unconsciously immersed in the picture of memory, completely forgetting himself. Until now, he woke up, he remembered reality.

"The Xuanyin Nine Heavens Art is so strange. After practicing it, you will awaken your memories."

His face was as usual, but his mind was filled with storm.

His memory was sealed by his grandfather Chen Yin. Although he didn't know why his grandfather sealed his memory, it must be reasonable for his grandfather to do so.

The seal has always been very stable in the past, why now it is now that it has begun to unseal just because of practicing the Xuanyin Nine Heavens Art?

Chen Shijian glanced at the high priest not far away and sat down again.

"This technique is strange. Zhu Xiucai said that I may have practiced to the realm of refining the gods, so when I was in the realm of the Three Corpse, I could break through the 18-foot soul. Because the barrier of the realm was broken through by me back then, and it did not exist. So the soul can grow freely."

"In other words, during the period when I died, I practiced to the realm of refining the gods. Could this technique be the technique I practiced back then?"

His eyes flashed. If the martial arts he practiced back then could not resist grandpa's seal with his cultivation level of the God Refining Realm, but he could use this magic skill to move his hands and feet when grandpa used the seal.

After all, this may be the first magic skill in the world. No one has seen it before, and of course it is impossible for grandpa to see it.

"It is not impossible for grandpa to use this skill to do things when he is executing the seal. In this way, when I practice this skill, I will touch the seal left by grandpa and gradually liberate the memories in the seal."

Chen Shi's heart was slightly moved. If this guess was true, then who would these weird people be?

Why did they possess the magic skills he created? Why did he find this again and hand over the magic skills to him and let him complete it?

There must be a problem here!

"So, do I want to continue practicing and unblock more memories?"

Chen Shi hesitated for a moment and told him reason that he should stop immediately and not touch the remaining memories, but a stirring emotion in his heart prompted him to untie more seals.

Only by untiing those seals and obtaining those pains can you be the complete self!

Chen Shi'an sat there quietly, sorting out the fragments of his memory just now, and his childhood memories were like flowing water.

The gurgling sound flowed through his mind.

He was premature and had memories after he was born, and could remember the doting eyes of his parents when he leaned over to see him.

and the smiles on their faces.

He still remembered the ecstasy expressions of Chen Tang and Wu Qingyu when he spoke, and also remembered the ecstasy Chen Yin, who had unkempt style, came back from another place and the ecstasy when he saw him.

I still remember that Chen Tang and Chen Yin both quarreled. When they saw him beside him, they immediately stopped talking. Chen Yin picked him up and stabbed him with his beard.

He remembered that he sat on grandpa's lap, his parents stood behind them, and Creator Xiaowu painted in front.

Remember that Chen Tang went out to take the exam, Wu Qingyu stood in front of Chen Tang and packed up her luggage for him.

Remember that Creator Xiaowu took him to the loess slope, pointed to the old willow tree and said that there was a scholar ghost hanging here.

He grew up under the care of Chen Tang and Wu Qingyu when he was a child. He often hoped that his grandfather would come back from outside and bring him all kinds of strange toys. He hoped that Uncle Xiaowu would come back and bring him All kinds of delicious food.

Chen Shi exhaled a breath of turbid air and made up his mind.

In the seal, there are more memories of his childhood, some of which are bad and some of which are good. Whether good or bad, it is his memory. He likes these good memories, and at the same time he has enough tolerance to accept bad memories.

He once again activated the Xuanyin Nine Heavens Art.

Darkness is coming.

In the humble room, the lights are like beans, swaying.

"Brother Wuwang, save me."

Chen Shi stood stiffly under the light, wanting to move, but unable to move.

Dao Ren Wei walked towards him with a smile, and walked around him from front to behind him.

Zhong Wuwang followed behind Wei Daoren, with a complicated expression and a look at him with horror.

"Wuwang, the innate Taoist fetus is a gift from the true god, and it cannot be given to the bad guys." Daoren Wei's voice came from behind his head.

Chen Shi felt a torn pain from the back of his head, his head was opened, and warm blood flowed down the back of his neck, flowing to his back and chest, cool.

"The shrine is hidden in the jade pillow. Only by opening the jade pillow can you take out the divine fetus without any damage - beautiful, so beautiful, perfect divine fetus, like a true god--"

After a moment, Chen Shi fell down and his body became colder and colder.

"Brother Wuwang, save me." He was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry.

Zhong Wuwang looked at his house in horror.

Dao Ren Wei patted Zhong Wuwang's white face with bloody hands and smiled, "Be good, sacrifice to the shrine, and transplant the innate Taoist fetus for you - Wuwang, don't let down the cultivation of your master!"

Chen Shi's ghost hid under the bean-sized light flame, and it was pitch black here, looking at this scene in horror.

For Zhong Wuwang, who was dull, Wei Daoren transplanted the innate Taoist fetus and walked towards the oil lamp, laughed and said, "Don't keep it in mind, some people are born lowly. Puff!"

He blew his breath, and the lights were blown out in one breath, which turned into a strong wind, blowing Chen Shi's ghost into a rolling and smashing into the underworld.

"Dad! Mom! Where are you?"

"Save me!"

"Dad, mom, I'm almost dying! Save me!"

In the dark underworld, a small ghost looked around in horror, and the shadow was filled with darkness, as if there were ghosts hiding.

"Grandpa! Uncle Xiaowu! Where are you?"

"Who will save me? Who will save me!"

He shouted loudly, but there were laughter coming from all around him, it was a ghost laughing.

He was afraid, fearful, and hid everywhere.

A few days later, Chen Shi accepted the reality that he was dead.

He attached himself to a newly dead little yaksha and borrowed this body to fight the call of hell.

"Why———Why?!"

A strong sense of hostility surged out of his heart, turning into a demonic nature, filling his heart.

With the operation of the Xuanyin Nine Heavens Art, Chen Shi's demonic nature gradually surged out, becoming stronger and stronger, making this magic skill run faster and faster!

Xia Mansion.

Xia Canghai, the Minister of Rites, came to the study and told Xia Xuanming about Chen Shi's entry into Beilaicheng, saying, "Chen Shi came here this time and bought shoes with his name. He was afraid that he would hide his evil intentions and would pick him up from my Xia family. I have ordered it. , in Beilai City, he did not move at all. As long as he left Beilai, he would kill him. Please give me instructions."

Xia Xuanming is the leader of the Xia family. The Xia family is divided into internal and external. Xia Canghai is the person in charge of the outside world, and he is a sound tube, while Xia Xuanming is the person in charge of the power of this ancient family.

Xia Xuanming was writing, writing "The Memorial of the Later Tribe". He just wrote: "It is difficult to settle down, but it is a matter."

Xia Xuanming put down his pen and said, "Chen Shi is still in the city?"

"Still here."

Xia Canghai said, "Sect Master, there are more people around him, and they are weird in their behavior. The leader is an old man, like a Shang Shang. I don't know what it is, and I highly praised and praised Chen Shi.

"People from Hongshan Hall?" Xia Xuanming asked with his head turned around.

Xia Canghai smiled and said, "It's possible."

Xia Xuanming stretched out his hands, and the maid hurried forward and wiped his hands. Xia Xuanming said: "Chen Shi laid out the Hongshan Hall. In just a few years, Hongshan Hall spread all over the world, giving people small profits to win people's hearts, and using the eradication of evil and worship to engulf the public's opinion, forming a militia, and planning to be ill-intentioned, and there are disobedient people. Heart. But it's just a small fight. Can a bunch of mud legs make a big difference? My Xia family doesn't touch him in Beilai City, but my Xia family knows the etiquette. But Hongshan Hall swept my Xia family's face and can't help but punish me. Effective. ”

Xia Canghai said yes and said, "I'll punish these mud legs."

The high-priest sat outside the teahouse, waiting quietly. Suddenly, he noticed that the magic in the teahouse was getting heavier and more serious, and was shocked and immediately walked towards the teahouse.

Xia Canghai led the crowd to come and sneered from afar: "A bunch of mud legs, such a big courage!"

The high-priest stopped.