Soul Painter

100 years later, Qin Fan died in a "old life in the womb".

But she knows that she will not really die. As the only pillar of the "great existence: Buddha", her death in the old world is equal to her resurrection in this world.

The so-called world is 1920, the only world freed from the entanglement of the dream of the creator.

Looking back at the old world in this world, the existence of the old world is like a play, a book, a play, she is just addicted to it, Huang Liang has a dream, she doesn't know where the world is, but she finally wakes up of.

It's just that the hands are empty and there is only one tear left, but it is a big loss.

Not only have the qualities of the Buddha been lost, even the current body of the world is still in crisis. After all, the "Si Shi" in 1920 is a cruel generation that even great beings will die. A god who walks in the mortal world with a mortal body will be fat in the eyes of all demons.

Therefore, I follow Beiping in seclusion, hoping to take advantage of the general trend to restart the stove in 1920, gather another million minions, fight against those demons, and plunder more traits until she meets her desire to return to greatness and even be promoted to the old days. desire.

And Beiping is a treasure...

According to what Qinfan did 100 years later, Beiping would become a den of demons in an instant, and with millions of citizens as sacrifices, all the servants and minions in the old world could be summoned to rebuild her invincible demon army.

But how to take these sacrifices from Yuan Xiangcheng is a difficult problem, and the agent of the Revolutionary Party in Beiping, not to mention the Song Zhongdao, the man named 'Zhiqing', surnamed Jiang...

In history, this guy got the inheritance of Yuan Xiangcheng and Sun Yat-sen, but he must be careful.

Kill him if you get a chance.

...

At the moment, the order is placed at Fayuan Temple in Beiping.

Living in a Buddhist temple, the hospitality does not need to be grand, one bed and one meal are enough.

As the living real body of the Buddha, the dry and skinny monks in Fayuan Temple who were living in nightmares burst into tears when they saw their relatives. their cognition as human beings.

At this moment in Beiping City, under the protection of the king in yellow, all human beings are reveling in their dreams and at the same time withering in reality. In the past five years, these monks have no idea what is reality and what is dream.

Although the monks have expectations for Qinfan, hoping that Qinfan can rescue them from the sea of ​​suffering, but Qinfan really can't do it at present.

In Beiping City, it's hard to protect yourself even if you are close.

...

Boom blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah!

midnight.

Suddenly, the bronze bell of Fayuan Temple was rang crazily, and it continued to ring for more than a hundred times, until finally there was a crackling sound, like a hoarse tortured person calling for help.

The moonlight is hidden behind the dark clouds.

Qinfan in a gray robe stepped out of the Zen house, looked up to the sky, and saw a strange green color in the night sky. The world seemed to be contained in a bowl full of new green tea, and the dark clouds were like blue glaze. The vermilion is dazzlingly bright.

Then, a drop of rain fell on Qinfan's face, and she wiped it, only to realize that it was not rain, but blood.

Blood was like strands of silk, falling from the emerald green sky, as if the world had been injured and was shedding tears of blood.

The world is weird as hell.

Ordinary human beings will collapse rationally and fall into incomprehensible madness just by looking at the sky and the earth.

The bell in Qinfan's ears was ringing wildly, struggling desperately between cracking and cracking.

His face and body were covered with falling blood, and within a few moments, Qinfan's gray monk robe was stained with blood.

At this moment, Qinfan saw clearly where the bell was ringing. In the pavilion, a lama whose whole body was emerald green and carved like jasper was pushing the bell hammer to strike the ancient bell in the pavilion again and again.

The ancient clock was not an ancient clock, but more than a dozen monks were tied together and hung in the pavilion, making it look like a bell. Every time the bell hammer hits, these monks will scream, and this scream The sound turned out to be the appearance of a bell.

And after more than a hundred times of ringing, these monks have been smashed to pieces of flesh and blood, but before the bell stops, they will not die, and they are still enduring the torment of life and death.

At this moment, I have also heard the scriptures spoken by the jasper-colored lama:

"Om. Da Lie. Du Da Lie. Du Lie. Swaha."

"Om. Da Lie. Du Da Lie. Du Lie. Swaha."

"Om. Da Lie. Du Da Lie. Du Lie. Swaha."

...

The blood rain falling like threads from the emerald green sky covered Qinfan's whole body bit by bit, blocking her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and the scriptures spoken by the emerald lama made the blood even more so. Little by little, the rain seeps into the seven orifices of the mortal, takes root in her body, blossoms and bears fruit, and wants to reincarnate her into another jasper lama.

Qin Fan sat on the spot without saying a word, watching the rain of blood in the sky become thicker, and the emerald green was especially dazzling. The sky and the earth were like a furnace of blue blood streaks, refining the alien Qin Fan.

At this moment.

A little light shines on the place where Qinfan is sitting.

When Qinfan fell to his seat, he touched the ground with one hand to make a magic seal.

And in the palm of her hand, a teardrop is slowly shining.

Even Qin Fan himself was assimilated by this emerald green world, only this teardrop is the only strange color in this world.

There is another figure vaguely.

Covered on Qinfan.

He also wears a gray monk's robe, but his clothes are ragged, and his appearance is dry and thin, which is very different from the dusty white light of his relatives when they are not covered by blood, which is magical and extraordinary.

"Duh!"

Qin Fan and the shadow drank the sound of exorcism at the same time.

At this moment, the tears in Qinfan's hands suddenly burst into light.

A layer of pure white jade light spread from the place where Qinfan sat down to the emerald green blood-colored world. Wherever it went, all the visions were shattering, and when this shattering shattered to the emerald green lama.

The emerald lama suddenly stopped the hammer in his hand and clasped his hands together to tithe.

"A person from the old world, with the ultimate body, in the Forbidden City, I am waiting for you..."

The world is broken.

Lang Lang Qingyue and Xu Feng reappeared around the body.

Nor was she overwhelmed by the rain of blood.

It seemed that the emerald green miserable world was clearly a dream.

But in the pavilion in front of Qin Fan, the monks of Fayuan Temple who were hung together and hammered into flesh and blood were not fake.

On this shaking clock of flesh and blood, drop by drop of blood dripped from the monks who could no longer recognize their human shapes, forming a deep red pool of blood on the bluestone slab.

After standing up, Qinfan looked at this scene pitifully, bowed his head and said in harmony: "Afo Tuofo."

...

Qinfan dug a grave for the monks in Fayuan Temple.

She is the real body of the Buddha, but the Buddha does not rely on force. The characteristics of her will power, if there is no believer carrier, it is difficult to exert its power, so this grave is very hard to dig.

After digging from midnight to dawn, a hasty new grave was barely dug, and the monks in the temple who had been hammered into a pile of flesh and blood were buried, and a wooden sign was erected as a tombstone. There was no name on it, only the word "Ruyi" was written.

The monks in Fayuan Temple can be said to have suffered an unreasonable disaster, but in the realm of the Demon Banquet of the King in Yellow, the only difference is that they die sooner or later.

Even in other old days, it would be very difficult for Lama Jasper to completely rescue these millions of human beings.

But... not necessarily impossible.

Lama Biyu used a banquet of joy to 'invite' Qinfan. When she was about to be transferred to another Lama Biyu, Qinfan had already prepared for it. Treat the existence, otherwise wouldn't it be better to just turn you into a slave?

But such an easy escape from the test of a servant of the past is beyond everyone's expectations.

"Gao Fan, you found the ultimate in the old world?" Qin Fan murmured to the new grave in front of him.

When Qin Fan died 100 years later, he didn't know that Gao Fan had already started building the ultimate building and collecting information on human civilization.

After experiencing the experience of the old world, although his hands were empty, Qinfan also brought out a lot of "pillar information".

According to the territory that Qinfan once controlled, the number of legions under his control is tens of millions.

That is equivalent to some souls, some DNA of life.

As long as enough sacrifices are used to activate it, the demon army can be rebuilt in this world. At that time, there will be not only two million, but twenty million people.

But these "pillar information" brought out from the old world are one-off.

If someone else took the first step and 'authenticated' the information, then Qinfan would no longer have it.

The attack of Lama Biyu just now, a large-scale mysterious attack, was already expected by ordinary people, and the solution is to suffer through it.

Qinfan is incapable of attacking, but she is very resistant to fighting. She admits that she can survive the pollution of Jasper Lama, although the result will be miserable.

But putting on the Demon Seal, summoned the shadow of Gao Fan in the old world, and broke the pollution of Jasper Lama at once. He is a servant of the old days. Only pure rank suppression can be so powerful...

So, in the old world 100 years later, after the death of Qin Fan, the timeline to which her own existence did not extend, has Gao Fan found the ultimate?

if it is like this.

Qinfan's plan is going to be dangerous.

Because once the ultimate achievement is reached, those "pillar information" mastered by Qinfan are very likely to have been swallowed by the ultimate, and its affiliation no longer belongs to Qinfan.

And if the ultimate really comes, there is a way to break the demon realm of those kings in yellow.

...

New Year's Day.

late at night.

The printing press of Pravda newspaper stayed up all night.

The progressive workers and their student assistants, under the instructions of the revolutionaries, are removing leaflets smelling like ink from the printing press in stacks and bundles. Other students are distributing these leaflets. I still have the banners and flags printed for this protest demonstration in my hand.

It was a long-planned revolutionary demonstration.

The purpose is to resist Yuan Xiangcheng's perverse actions, and resist the demon in yellow that is currently entrenched in the nightmare of all residents of Beiping City.

Only by calling on all the suppressed and dormant citizens of Beiping to wake up can the city and the country be saved from the slumber of despair.

For this reason, the progressive young people entrusted by the revolutionary party are obliged to do so.

Each of the leaflets started with "The Alarm Bell" by Chen Tianhua.

"When will I wake up from a long dream for thousands of years, who will send the alarm bell to ring in the sleeping town?

The bloody storm is hard for me, what a country can bear to give it away!

The turmoil is overwhelming, and the ground is full of blood like mince;

A cavity of infinite pain in the same boat, offering to listen to my compatriots. "

Blood and tears every word.

Chen Tianhua failed in the uprising 15 years ago, and he threw himself into the sea to die for his country, but the spirit of freedom and national integrity he left behind still remain in this work. Use this immortal work to awaken the people trapped in a spiritual prison.

...

In Pravda.

Song Zhongdao put a red cloth on each young man's arm.

These hundreds of pieces of red cloth are the most important supplies that the revolutionary party transported into the city of Beiping, which is currently under the rule of the devil.

Each piece of red cloth is dyed with the blood of the revolutionaries, and the purest will and the firmest determination of the revolutionaries resounded on it, like a stream of sweet rain, injected into the hearts of these progressive youths who were enslaved by banquets.

Each wears a red cloth.

The eyes of the young man in front of him were instantly brightened.

The originally withered appearance was instantly filled with a high-spirited and determined fighting spirit.

Their young faces, under the light of the torches, seemed to be flags flying in the dark sky of Beiping shrouded in demon clouds.

Now, looking at the hundreds of enthusiastic young faces in the courtyard, Song Zhongdao raised his right fist and shouted to the sky: "For the liberation of the Chinese nation! For the freedom and happiness of the 400 million compatriots!"

"A hundred deaths without regret!" The young people responded in unison.

After that, like a river of light flowing into the darkness, they rushed out of the Pravda office one after another and rushed into the dark city of Beiping.

...

Outside the Pravda office.

A large number of police have surrounded here.

Chief of Police Feng Huafu led a brigade of policemen and surrounded the truth newspaper office, confronting the young people who rushed out of the newspaper office.

How could Yan Nu not be aware of such a noisy gathering.

But looking at these progressive youths with red scarves on their arms, Feng Huafu frowned and told his subordinates not to shoot for the time being.

Those red scarves are actually command spells. If they are activated by outrageous blood energy, they will become bombs of will and spirit. When they overlap, they will even cause a big commotion in Beiping City. At that time, perhaps The king in yellow would be noisy, and the emperor would blame him, but he couldn't afford it.

"Brother Zhongfu~" Feng Huafu walked towards the leader of the students, who was also a professor at Peking University, "You are a leader in the literary world, and His Majesty respects you, why should you listen to those revolutionaries? They just use you as a gun So, in Beiping at this moment, who can resist the rule of the king in yellow?"

"Director Feng, I don't dare to have anything to do with the Chinese sinners who perverted and stole the fruits of the revolution. I advise Director Feng to realize his mistakes as soon as possible and join our uprising team. Otherwise, when Beiping City is destroyed by the revolutionaries in the future, You will die without a place to die!" Chen Zhongfu said sharply.

...

The police confronted the parade.

The situation is getting tense.

But both sides exercised restraint. Chief of Police Feng Huafu was unwilling to escalate the situation. After all, he was facing life-and-death bombs. A parade was suppressed at the beginning, and some people secretly couldn't sit still.

Jiang Zhiqing in the crowd quietly took out a pistol, aimed at a policeman opposite, and shot.

Snapped!

The crisp gunshots, like cold water being poured into a frying pan, instantly aroused a change of boiling to the extreme.

A policeman falls.

The policemen around him immediately opened fire.

The young man at the front was immediately stained with blood on his chest. He roared forward, but his body was involuntarily backwards driven by the bullet, and the blood bursting from his chest made the red cloth on his arm suddenly glow like A bloody river.

This bloody long river is like a dragon and a phoenix, soaring and whistling, it brings the young man's heroic soul out of his body, and rushes towards the policemen on the opposite side like a deadly ghost. , echoing in the silent night of Peking.

"All revolutionaries are made by shedding blood. There is no bloodshed and sacrifice in China today. This is the reason why this country is not prosperous. If there is one, please start!"

There was a long howl.

Break the night.

Countless citizens of Beiping who were sleeping in their dreams suddenly woke up.

And more gunshots, more shouts and roars, on the night of the first day of the Lunar New Year in 1920, resounded in the sky in Peking that had been shrouded in magic clouds for five years.

...

When Qin Fan walked into the Forbidden City in the early morning of the second day of the Lunar New Year, the commotion had not completely subsided.