"What use are these three things to living souls?"

Lu Hen Ge really didn't understand.

certainly.

According to Amitabha Tathagata's character, he would definitely not give Lu Hen Ge a few treasures casually. Most likely, they would be things that Lu Hen Ge could use.

Song Mingdao took the three things.

"The golden relics of Buddhism can calm the soul."

"Especially since this golden relic belongs to the Buddha."

"As long as this golden relic is placed in the mouth of the living soul, it is guaranteed to form a Buddhist light shield around the living soul, which is equivalent to warding off evil spirits."

What is evil?

The smell of corruption is evil.

so.

The function of the golden relic is to prevent the aura of corruption from invading Lu Hen Ge's soul.

I have to say.

Although Buddhism is not very popular, some of its treasures are indeed very useful and much more practical than most treasures for warding off evil spirits.

certainly.

This is also limited to high-level treasures of Buddhism.

If it is some Buddhist immortals such as Buddha and Bodhisattva, the treasures in their hands will not be able to restrain the aura of corruption so much.

"As for the Buddhist beads."

"I'm not sure about this, but it seems to be able to hide the whereabouts of living souls."

"The purple gold bowl is easy to understand."

"Imprison your soul inside and don't let it run away."

Song Mingdao gave a brief explanation.

Lu Henge was stunned. "Could it be that Amitabha Tathagata had already predicted that I would enter the Void Dojo when I was in the Ownerless City?"

You know.

This golden relic was given to him by Amitabha Buddha five years ago when he was in the ownerless city.

Song Mingdao was not surprised at all: "Don't underestimate the fortune-telling of the Buddhist sect and the Divine Calculation Pavilion. Although they usually talk nonsense, they are really terrifying in this regard."

Lu Hen Ge's eyes flickered slightly.

Doesn’t that mean that every move you make in the future will be predicted by others?

This feeling is not good.

Lu Hen Ge felt like he was completely understood.

Seeing this.

Song Mingdao consoled him, "Don't worry, you are now a Daoist disciple of the Dao Sect. The Three Thousand Great Daos are under your control. With the protection of the Great Dao, even if these people want to calculate your whereabouts and future, they will have to pay a huge price."

Lu Hen Ge nodded.

This is good news amidst the bad news.

"Don't think about that for now."

"Your current mission is to find Zuhua."

"The smell of corruption on the Yellow Springs Road is simply too strong. I'm worried that even with these three treasures, we won't be able to hold out for long."

Song Mingdao looked serious.

Treasures also depend on the person.

Lu Hen Ge is not a Buddhist disciple and cannot unleash the full power of these three treasures, so Song Mingdao is not sure how long he can last.

Lu Hen Ge frowned.

He now has to avoid using his immortal power, otherwise, he will definitely not be able to find the ancestral flower quickly.

Song Mingdao was obviously much more experienced than Lu Hen Ge. After some operations, he managed to keep Lu Hen Ge's soul in place.

“Speed ​​up!”

Song Mingdao looked towards the Naihe Bridge.

If there is danger on the Yellow Springs Road, there is a high probability that there is also danger on the Naihe Bridge.

Lu Hen Ge didn't stop for a moment and rushed directly to the Naihe Bridge, rushing towards the other side at the speed of his own body.

"Is there anything special about the Naihe Bridge?"

Lu Hen Ge asked.

Song Mingdao recalled carefully: "Let me think about it, let me think about it."

The memory is too old.

Song Mingdao couldn't remember it for a moment.

Besides.

Song Mingdao's knowledge of the Yellow Springs Road and the Naihe Bridge was all hearsay. He had never experienced them personally, so naturally his impression was very shallow.

Lu Hen Ge did not urge him, but just rushed forward.

Suddenly.

Lu Hen Ge's body shook.

Song Mingdao pulled his mind out of his memories: "What's wrong?"

Lu Hen Ge looked down at the bridge: "The bridge just shook a little bit."

A moment.

Lu Hen Ge had a bad feeling in his heart.

Song Mingdao couldn't figure out the reason, but as long as Lu Hen Ge was not in danger for the time being, there was no need to think too much about it.

Lu Hen Ge thought so too.

Lu Hen Ge was just about to rush forward, but a figure appeared in front of him and stopped him.

This figure looks familiar.

Lu Hen Ge was too familiar.

So familiar that it is engraved in the bones and in the deepest part of the memory.

For a while.

Lu Hen Ge was unable to react at all.

After Song Mingdao saw the people on the bridge clearly, he also fell silent.

"Lu Sheng..."

Lu Hen Ge murmured.

That's right.

The one who blocked his way was none other than his master in the Western Realm, Lu Sheng.

Lu Hen Ge's memories began to surge, and it seemed as if he had returned to many years ago when he was just a beggar on the street.

No father and no mother.

Begging everywhere.

Although the old people Lu Hen Ge met were willing to give him a bowl of rice, he still had no home.

These days of trying one's best every day to meet the most basic needs of food and clothing became unforgettable years for Lu Hen Ge.

Even though Lu Hen Ge is now a powerful half-step immortal emperor and has become a high and mighty immortal in the eyes of all mortals, he still can't forget it.

Lu Hen Ge didn't feel that those years were shameful, but simply wanted to remember that he had once been humble.

Until Lu Sheng appeared.

At that time, Lu Sheng was the same as the one in front of her, wearing the same plain white long dress and with a gentle and kind smile on her face.

"Hate Song."

"I'm here to take you home."

Lu Sheng spoke softly.

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