My Past Life Simulator Chapter 487

  The tens of trillions of cells boiling all over his body stopped, and He Mo seemed to usher in a new life in a trance. His physical body revealed an unprecedented strength, and his flesh and blood were like a collection of countless consciousnesses, brimming with the joy of obtaining terrifying regeneration.

"Use the water of the four seas in the vase to water the lotus in your hand. From now on, the flesh and blood will have independent consciousness, but will be controlled by you." Wang Bo dragged a white smooth pottery vase with one hand, like a mythical movie In the play, the jade bottle held by Guanyin Bodhisattva. The bottle is filled with clean water, and peacock feathers are inserted in the mouth of the bottle. Compared with those magical instruments inlaid with gold, silver, agate, and precious stones, it looks very simple.

"The vase is held in the hands of the Buddha of Infinite Life. The predecessors said that it symbolizes the immortality of the soul. In fact, it is right to think about it. The fundamental lotus seal needs the water of the four seas. Once the body is immortal, it is said that the soul is immortal. There is no difference."

   It seems that someone is looking at the vase in his hand, the head of the family branch of Bufa Temple in Shangyang City explained in a rather good mood.

   No, in the past 150 years, including the surname He, there were a total of five people who made flesh and blood have consciousness, and two of them were all from their command.

  If it is true, Lao Wang even said that the most powerful leader in history is not only his own strength surpassing that of previous leaders, but his subordinates are also far superior to the right-hand man of previous leaders.

   "Let's go down and rest first, and get ready to welcome the junior sister."

  Wang Bo saw that the ruthless Zhao had succeeded, and he couldn't help but be full of hope for the next female student from Class 1 of Qingxiu.

  Now the success rate has increased from 4 percent to 5 percent, and the next 6 percent seems not unthinkable.

   And when he thought that he would have three immortal capable generals under his command, his face flushed with excitement, his emotions couldn't help becoming high, and he couldn't wait to start the second ceremony.

  Four monks wearing special costumes re-entered the room and spent more than ten minutes helping the famous ruthless man take off the five-color robes.

"now you."

  He left the ancestral hall where the previous family members were enshrined, and reminded the female classmate who had been guarding the door.

  When the girl saw that she came out safe and sound, the nervous expression on her face immediately relaxed. It seemed that the success of the male classmate had greatly boosted the other party's confidence.

   Then, take a few deep breaths and step in.

   "My lord, please follow me."

  A veteran monk stepped forward and guided him to the room where he rested.

"Ok."

  The old people's respect for him is expected.

  The last successful person is now the second in command of the family branch.

   It is conceivable how exciting his future will be.

What?

   died halfway!

   Just kidding, do you understand the gold content of the immortal body?

  If it was so easy to die, Zhang Yue might have been killed hundreds or thousands of times by other factions.

  What's more, before the reversion, the ten living Bodhisattvas have nothing to do with others, they can only chew it as chewing gum, so as to restrain the flesh and blood that is constantly reborn.

  The two, one in front and one behind, had just walked out of the courtyard of the ancestral hall when they heard a loud noise behind them.

  「Boom—」

   Immediately afterwards, a large number of bricks, stones and tiles flew into the sky, and fell to the ground like a goddess scattering flowers, making a clanging sound.

  「Crack!」

  Just as the veteran bhikkhu was stunned, a female arm fell to the ground, splashing blood all over his face.

  「Miss...failed?!」

"Ugh."

   As a classmate, He could only sigh.

  The so-called 5 out of 1000 success rate, he is a little special and can't take it seriously, so it is still a 4 out of 1000 probability.

  In addition, the fact that the family branch is true is a bit rough, and it is impossible to judge how far the spirit has reached to withstand the boiling tens of trillions of cells.

   Otherwise, a lot of people would not die.

   After a while, Wang Bo walked out of the ruins with a gloomy face, looked at the scattered flesh and blood, and gave instructions to the monks behind him.

  「Clean up the yard,

   Give their family a large pension. If there are younger siblings in their family, ask about the universities and companies that you like, and then open a special channel and recruit directly. "

   There is one thing to say, the benefits and death benefits of the family branch are okay, at least they are not thrown away when they are used up, and they are ignored.

   "In the evening, we will hold a celebration banquet for our classmate He. Remember, we want the best in everything, and don't be stingy with money. To us, worldly money is no different from waste paper."

   After the voice fell, he turned and left.

  The failure of a female classmate is an immeasurable loss to one of his family members.

  A girl who can survive ten rounds of medicated baths surpasses countless peers in her physical fitness alone. If she practices hard in the future, she will at least be a mage.

  If you are lucky, the guru will not be a problem.

  The family branch lost a future high-end combat power. It is strange that the head of Shangyang City can feel better.

  The veteran monk wiped the blood off his face casually, and continued to lead He Yan to the room to rest with a smile on his face.

  At night, almost everyone who can come will come.

   The banquet will not end until about three o'clock in the morning.

  The famous ruthless person basically recognized the main characters of the family branch in Shangyang City.

   One Dharma protector, Wang Bo; one master, Zhang Yue;

  The rest of the monks and novice monks, except for some who have made special contributions and are super veterans, there are only a handful of them all together.

   During the banquet, he was all supported, even the head of the family was no exception.

  If nothing else happens, the ruthless man can work for the family branch of Shangyang City for three generations.

   It's too late to win over, how could it be that the nose is not the nose, and the face is not the face.

   Besides, beautiful words don't cost money!

   Leaving the banquet, someone gets a promise and returns to the rest room satisfied.

  Tomorrow, people from the Bufa Temple will arrive and lead the newly promoted immortal body to the plateau to practice.

   Within five years, all resources shall be the responsibility of the other party.

  Bufa Temple, a behemoth with countless family branches.

  There must be a lot of their mahamudras and secret methods, at least the method of making flesh and blood have consciousness, which was brought out from the temple by the third generation of Shangyang City's head family.

  According to Wang Bo's disclosure, there are actually many family branches that have this method.

   But compared to Shangyang City, the success rate is hopeless.

  Some family branches have not been successful for more than a hundred years, and some have been lucky once and succeeded once. Anyway, their old Wang family is quite valued.

  Generally, people who go to temples for advanced studies are extremely valued compared to other family branches.

  Besides, tell him a lot of taboos and rules, and it is not impossible for some dharma kings, even great lamas with the title of arhat, to be accepted as apprentices, and a branch of the He surname family will appear.

  Of course, the one surnamed He doesn't care about opening up a new force for himself, being the leader is quite tiring.

  His main purpose is to gather wool, hoping that the Bofa Temple can give some surprises.

  The next day, in the early morning, Zhang Yue knocked on the door.

   After that, he led He Mo to the airport.

   "A patriarch of Bufa Temple has just selected seedlings from more than a dozen family branches. He heard that we are going to send people to the plateau, so he specially changed the flight route and added a landing point in Shangyang City."

  「Mage, can you do it?」

  He was quite puzzled about this.

  In case someone chooses to do some cruel things secretly, can a mage stop it?

  "Don't worry, someone once attacked the team of Bufa Temple. Then, the ashes of the attacker and the forces behind him, as well as relatives and friends, were all thrown away. At the same time, almost everyone now maintains a tacit understanding and will not choose to attack the next generation.

   After all, you can assassinate my people, and so can I. The result of everyone fighting each other is that the next generation is faulted, and when the old people die in sevens and eighties, they will decline and sink.

  These are all lessons from history. There used to be two

  A faction that can be called the ceiling died in fighting each other. A lesson from the past, a teacher from behind. "

  He chuckled at what Zhang Yue said.

  “The only lessons mankind has learned from history is that no lessons have been learned from history.”

  “Maybe the price is right, but at least it has never happened for decades. There are many sects similar to Mahayana, and they can do everything.”

  The two chatted all the way and arrived at the airport smoothly.

  In the VIP room, a man in his thirties wears a yellow monk hat on his head and a purple monk skirt that reaches the height of his feet. There is also a vest on the upper body, and a purple-red shawl that is two and a half times the length of the body is draped outside.

   "Lama Shangxu."

  Although he is only a mage, he was sent by the "headquarters", so his status is naturally higher than that of the family branch.

   "Guru Zhang Yue."

   "This is the branch of my family in Shangyang City, the fifth genius who has made flesh and blood conscious in 150 years." Lao Zhang pushed He Mo and pushed him in front of Lama Shangxu.

   "The branch of Wang's family is really full of talents. There are not only talented old people like Master Zhang Yue, but also leaders of the younger generation, which is really enviable."

   When someone saves face and calls out a lama, he is happy and knows it in his heart.

  Besides, everyone praised each other and said that a harmonious atmosphere is better than embarrassment.

   "Master Zhang Yue, don't worry, he will arrive at Bufa Temple in six hours, and I guarantee that there will be no problems during the period." It's okay, the young man opposite him may not die with him.

   After a few words of pleasantries, Zhang Yue waved his hand and watched the two board the plane.

  A passenger plane took off from the airport and headed for the Bufa Temple on the plateau.

  In the cabin, the famous ruthless person was assigned to the first class cabin.

  There are only thirteen people around, about the same age as him.

   Lama Shangxu also sits in the first class cabin, and everyone does not disturb each other. They should close their eyes and rest their minds, and those who should watch movies should watch movies.

   About five hours or so, the fuselage shook violently.

   Immediately, a stewardess explained.

  It is normal for the plane to turbulence due to air convection.

  It doesn't matter to some people who often fly, but some people who fly for the first time are a little frightened.

  To tell the truth, just now He Zhao was somewhat startled.

  Although his father is rich, in fact, this guy never travels by plane, either by high-speed rail, train, or self-driving RV. Anyway, I naturally have a sense of mistrust towards aircraft. After all, at an altitude of 10,000 meters, once an accident occurs, no one will survive.

  「Why is the sky outside so colorful?」

   Someone in the first-class cabin made a voice and asked suspiciously.

  A certain well-known Lang Mie heard the words, and immediately turned his head to look at the window.

   The sky disappeared and was replaced by colorful colors. It seems that instead of flying at high altitude, it enters some kind of large passageway large enough to accommodate the aircraft.

No way?

   An attack that hadn't happened in decades, happened to him on a plane!

  Gan...

  「Boom—」

   There was a blur in front of their eyes, the colorful passage disappeared, and they saw the vast blue sky again.

   What is frightening is that thick smoke billows from the wings.

"what happened?"

   Lama Shangxu got up and asked angrily.

   "Boom!"

   There was a loud noise, and the plane, like a birdman with broken wings, dived straight to the ground.

  「Fuck!」

  At that moment, a lot of information flooded into someone's mind.

  Because of his fear of airplanes, he once read a lot of materials with the intention of dispelling his fears. Unfortunately, after reading all of them, he became even more frightened.

  Generally, the actual cruising altitude range of the aircraft is about 8400 meters to 12500 meters. Because the higher you fly, the more fuel-efficient you are, so you fly high on long routes and low on short routes

   It takes at least 9.1 minutes to safely return to the ground from a height of 10,000 meters. If it falls, the nose is not facing down, and the descent speed is about 50 meters per second, which takes about three minutes.

  In the event that the nose is facing down, the descent speed will suddenly increase to more than 130 meters per second, which is enough to fall to the ground in one minute.

   Lama Shangxu clasped his hands together, and a burst of bright golden light exploded, covering the entire first-class cabin almost instantly.

  One minute seems to be very fast, but in fact, when you experience it yourself, you will feel that every second is extremely long.

  Thirty seconds...Twenty seconds...Ten seconds...

  「9.8.7.6.5.43.2.1!」

  0.1, 0, 5, 4, 5, 2, 1.

  「Boom—」

   Endless flames filled the entire line of sight.

   Immediately afterwards, severe pain came from all over the body, directly breaking through the threshold of the human body, causing everyone except He Mo and Lama Shangxu to fall into a coma.

   "Boom!"

   "Boom!"

   Explosions sounded one after another, and Ruthless Mo could clearly feel the impact on himself.

  Because of the existence of the steel skin, he looked a little embarrassed personally, but it was actually not a serious problem.

   Of course, there is also the golden light protection of Lama Shangxu. In the next second, endless water poured in.

  「Wake up...Wake up...」

  「Crack!」

   Lama Shangxu mouthed a few big mouths, and the comatose peers were all sober.

   A group of people waited, endured their physical injuries, and swam out of the first-class cabin, which was considered to be well preserved. When they emerged from the water, the lamas in their thirties trembled visibly with the naked eye.

  「Lalala...Laon is wrong...Laon is in the wrong water!」

  「Master, what happened to Laon in the wrong water?」

  A certain immortal body owner swam up to him and asked.

  「GhostGuiGui...Ghost Lake Laang Wrong!」

   "Ghost Lake?!"

   "No, I remember that the water in Laon was completely dried up for some reason three hundred years ago. When did it fill up again?"

  Hearing this, there were one after another inhalation sounds among the survivors, and they contributed a lot to global warming.

  The next moment, fog started from nowhere.

  The fog is extremely efficient, almost covering the entire lake in two or three breaths.

   At the same time, a strange atmosphere slowly rose from the crowd.

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