At this time, it had been more than a day since Wang Jingzhe entered Baguaili Slope. On the banks of the Lancang River, Wang Laowu and the boatman who had previously dissuaded him had been waiting on the shore for most of the day. Wang Jingzhe told Wang Laowu that he would come to pick him up in a day and that he could still earn so much money before.

Baguailipo quietly didn't even have a ghost, let alone a figure. The boat family waved a bamboo pole in anger and immediately slapped Wang Laowu, cursing: "You earned this money, are you guilty, are you guilty? You can't starve to death if you earn less money..."

Wang Laowu stretched his neck with a red face and explained, "He has his arms and right leg, and I didn't tie him up. You also saw that he had to go there. What does it have to do with me? I, I thought he could come out."

When Wang Laowu spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller. Others were a little greedy for money, but they were simple but not lost. Wang Jingzhe went into Baguaili slope and was sent in by him. He would have some thoughts of losing his life.

The boatman shook his head and sighed, and left on the bamboo raft. Wang Laowu also left on the boat. When he left, he couldn't help but turn around in one step, hoping that there would be figures popping out of the forest.

Another day later, before dark, Wang Laowu took a boat to the riverside outside Baguaili slope alone, jumped off the bamboo raft, and came to the shore with a pocket in his hand, took out a few fruits and pastries from it, put a pile of paper money and gold ingots in front, and lit them and started to burn them.

Wang Laowu bowed three times toward Bagualipo and murmured: "Young man doesn't know if your family knows your letter. The old man will burn some paper for you first. When you get downstairs, buy something you want, don't make yourself suffer... If you really have anything you want, please drag me down. In the future, I will come to burn paper for you during festivals and holidays. I won't make any money from dead people."

The autumn wind blows slowly and refreshes. I sigh and say, "I hear from the mountain ghosts, I hope you know what you know in the spring, and you will be well on the way!"

In the village of Tomb Cliff dozens of miles away from the mountain road in Baguaili slope, after nightfall, Li Hongfu stood in the yard of Yu Shengwoo's house and looked west. Wang Jingzhe had been walking for more than a day but had not returned.

At the same time, a roar of an engine suddenly came from outside the village, and Li Hong's thoughts were suddenly broken. She looked outside in shock. A row of Dongfeng Warriors drove over the village road, and then stopped in one go on the road outside Yu Shengwo's house.

Li Hongfu turned around in shock and saw Yu Shengwo who walked out of the house. He asked, "Can there be a car in this village?"

Previously, when Li Hongfu and Wang Jingzhe entered the village, Old Man Han took several hills and climbed over before entering Tombya Village. At this time, a car was coming. How could she not be surprised?

Yu Shengwo said, "The road is built by people, and it is also a car..."

"Bang"

"Bang..."

The door of the warrior opened, two young men got out of the car in front, and then stood side by side, looking at the one behind. After the door opened, the two men walked down, a man and a woman.

The young man who got out of the car looked at Yu Shengwo who was walking out of the yard and asked with a smile: "He hasn't come out yet?"

Yu Shengwo nodded and said, "You think he can come out?"

"If he can't get out, others will be even more unbearable... Didn't he have that kind of luck?" The middle-aged man who got out of the car behind shook his head and said, "What a great thing, but he can give it to him. It's better to have fun alone than to have fun. This thing was originally a masterless thing, but it was stolen by someone. We don't have the chance to enjoy it, but we can borrow it for use. This time it's just right."

"Pa" the young man in front leaned against the car, lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and said, "Since he encountered him, nine out of ten things, this time I should be able to get a game back, right?"

Some people are burning paper for Wang Jingzhe, and some are thinking about Wang Jingzhe. He is naturally completely unaware of all this.

Wang Jingzhe stood respectfully in front of Sangmulagu. She stretched out a wrinkled palm and placed it on top of Wang Jingzhe's head, held one hand in front of her chest with her eyes closed, and recited a string of obscure Tibetan texts in her mouth. A rare hint of melancholy appeared on Wang Fengrao's face.

He was asking the mulberry citrus to pray for the king Jingzhe in a way that enlightened the way. The lamas, living Buddhas or Dharma Kings in Tibetan areas, all have the purest and clean mind power, which is better than those of the Taoist monks in the Middle Land. People in Tibetan areas generally believe in Buddhism. They are the most sincere and uncompromising beliefs without any utilitarianism. The monks who came out of the thousand-year-old temple in Hangkong Temple who sacrificed their lives for almost the same age.

Sangmulagu, who carried the merits of nine generations, created a Bodhisattva body in his last life. Her enlightened prayer naturally had a more effective effect.

Wang Jingzhe didn't feel anything at first, but then suddenly he felt his heart peaceful, as if he was bathed in the spring breeze, walking in a clean stream. The feeling was like the countless pores on his body were all opening and breathing.

After a long time, suddenly, a bell rang in Wang Jingzhe's heart. The echo had not dissipated for a long time. The Tibetan scriptures in Sangmulagu's mouth penetrated into his mind, and he seemed to have been blown up in a blast.

Countless, intermittent thoughts connected into a string in his mind. Sang Mulagu retracted his palm and opened his eyes. Wang Jingzhe woke up from the silence for a long time later.

Wang Fengrao looked at the two of them, took a deep breath, bowed to Sangmulagu and said, "Please trouble you..."

Sangmulagu waved at him, then asked Wang Jingzhe, "What did you see?"

"Good and evil will be rewarded. Look up at the sky and say it all." Wang Jingzhe frowned slightly, looked at Wang Fengrao and Sangmulagu and said, "A few months ago, Wang Xianzhi and his senior who called Xiang Que have obtained a fortune for me on the Mausoleum of the Shihuang at Mount Li... Later, I had a long talk with Xiang Que. My father said that the life of this senior is almost the same as mine. You can ask him for advice. Xiang Que once gave me a word that he didn't fear the sky. He said that if you just hide, it would be better to go head-on."

Wang Fengrao nodded and said, "It's reasonable!"

Wang Jingzhe said: "I didn't understand it at first, but I still understand it a little bit now."
Chapter completed!