Seeing Chile walking hurriedly, among the many people around, one or two of them flashed fiercely in their eyes and quietly retreated from the crowd. The silent Wang Chile chased after him in the direction of leaving and soon disappeared in Chen Ang's eyes.

Although they were careful in their actions, they were not unaware of it. After these two people chased them, they caused a small commotion in the crowd. Several Yiqu nobles who had bid before turned their ears and ordered the guards beside them. After a while, more people left.

Seeing this, the old Qin man who changed Chen Ang hurriedly said, "Don't worry, several guests. This treasure scripture is just the first of the three important treasures I want to sell. There are two treasures. I have never shown up and I want to find someone with a destiny!"

A nobleman from Yiqu Country flashed his eyes and suddenly said loudly: "You Qin people speak so unreasonable. What is a destined person? Since you are selling treasures in our Yiqu Country, can we, the nobles of Yiqu Country, still be able to buy your treasures? How can the slaves and untouchables in this city be worthy of these treasures? How can those foreigners take away treasures from our Yiqu Country? If you don't give me an explanation, do you really think that our nobles of Yiqu are easy to deceive?"

Chen Ang looked at him and asked with a smile: "Oh? Why did this noble person talk about it? Could it be that the noble seed of Quangao tribe is not worthy of my treasure?"

The nobleman looked at him and snorted coldly: "Have I ever said such a thing? Don't slander me, you Qin man!"

Chen Ang said calmly: "The person who was destined to be the sixth son of King Yiqu, Prince Chile. He was destined to have the treasure scriptures. I don't think you are convinced. But your status is low and you can't deserve this treasure scripture?"

The noble who asked was from the Yiqu royal family. When Chen Ang asked, how could he dare to admit that he offended his backer like this? Although he also heard about Prince Chile's loss of power, those local nobles could not be afraid of a down-and-out prince. In fact, the powerful local powerful people were not afraid of even the King of Yiqu. However, he, a palace powerful person who was in the capital, did not dare to do such a thing as a fallen person.

Immediately, he hurriedly retorted: "The prince's blood is noble, so he is naturally worthy of that treasure!"

Chen Ang said lightly again: "Is that a person who is a tyrant who will take away the treasure from Yiqu Country?"

The nobleman was sweating heavily and said sternly: "Of course the prince is not a rude person. Even if you talk about the treasure behind you, why do you ask so much?"

Chen Ang was scolded by him, but he was not annoyed, but just smiled and said, "This second treasure, called the retribution in this life, is formed by a thought of the gods and Buddhas in the sky. As the saying goes, good and evil will be rewarded. In this life, blessings will be rewarded in the next life. There is a slave who, in the heavy rain, saw an ant hole coming over. One day, he saw a good hand of his thoughts, build a bamboo bridge to save him. In the next life, he reincarnated a Western country as a prince, ascended the throne at the age of twenty, and died without success at the age of sixty. This is the good of a thought, which saves thousands of lives of life."

Chen Ang's tongue is full of lotus flowers, and he told several strange stories about the jurisdiction of Lingshan in the West. He could hear the poor people, slaves and poor people in the market gradually surrounded him. Even some old nobles could be heard. Chen Ang also specifically told the story of two powerful people who were in power, doing nothing, and achieving great enlightenment when they were old, and receiving rewards for good. He also emphasized the plot of the slaves and poor people who were deceived by them to be reincarnated as their relatives in the next life, and tossing them.

All of these are based on the cause and effect of reincarnation in hundreds of domestic areas under the jurisdiction of the Lingshan Mountain in Xitian.

But those young and powerful nobles were impatient. After enduring him for a while, they couldn't help but interrupt: "Qin people, we have heard you long ago. A pair of Middle-earth people said it in the palace the day before yesterday, which was better than you. Later, there was an old man from the west who found people in the city every day to tell these things. We had long been impatient."

"What is the purpose of that second treasure? Don't suck people's appetite!"

Chen Ang laughed and said, "This second treasure is that gods and Buddhas can only receive blessings in the next life if they have accumulated virtue in this life. This makes sentient beings unaware of retribution, do evil deeds, suffer after death, suffer in the next life, and suffer in the next life. It is a pity that they will not teach and punish them without teaching! If they cultivate virtue and accumulate good deeds, they can immediately see retribution. I believe that sentient beings in this world will devoutly respect the Buddha and actively cultivate virtue and do good deeds."

"In this way, the mind of God and Buddha to save all living beings is achieved, so that there is a Pure Land everywhere in this world, and you will be free from the sea of ​​suffering and you will not have to be reborn in the Pure Land!"

After hearing what he said, the slaves and poor people were shocked. Even the elderly nobles were also a little shocked and asked in a daze: "The Qin people, is the retribution in this life as magical as you said?"

"Of course!" Chen Ang ignored the restlessness of the strange bird on his shoulder and said calmly: "This treasure can bring you blessings in the future and fulfill them in this life, prolong life and add blessings, and make everything go well. As long as you have enough blessings, you will do everything."

Seeing those people's surprise and doubt, Chen Ang smiled even more: "This treasure is not just one person. As long as you follow the great vows of gods and Buddhas, you will be destined to be a treasure that everyone has. If you are unlucky, you might as well read to me...Nan Wubo has the Buddha of the Dharma-Ending Dharma Freedom."

As soon as he finished speaking, an old Quanrong nobleman who was almost unable to walk, almost unable to wait to close his hands and said, "Nan Wubo has never had a lasting Dharma-free Buddha!"

As if it was an illusion, an infinitely majestic voice sounded in the old noble's mind: "In the Dharma-Ending Time, I will save sentient beings and retribution in the world! Om... Oh... Is Ba... Mi... Hum, has the merit retribution system activated?"

"What's the sound?" the old nobleman was shocked and screamed in horror.

"Does the merit retribution system be activated?" The voice said coldly without any explanation.

The old nobleman of Yiqu was the uncle of the chief of the Penglu tribe, named Yi Zhizi. He had a high prestige in the tribe. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have lived this age. But even so, he felt that the deadline was approaching day by day. Even if it weren't for it, he could not survive his life even if he was a shaman of the tribe. The great horror between life and death made him believe in ghosts and gods day by day, which was one of the pillars that supported the nobles of the wizards.

Yi Zhizi was a little excited and said in a slight trembling voice: "Yes... start!"

The people around could not hear the voice. Seeing Yi Zhizi's loss of composure, they were shocked and suspicious. However, they saw Yi Zhizi's eyes suddenly widened, their bodies trembled like sieve, and they called the Yiqu nobles to frighten, "What conspiracy does this Qin man have to harm the elders!"

"No, no!" Yi Zhizi waved his hand tremblingly to stop the impulsive nobles, staring at the void in front of him, almost unable to let go of his eyes. He was panting, as if he was about to turn his breath away, and said to his subordinates: "I'm fine, you must not make things difficult for this Qin gentleman!"

Yi Zhizi looked at the four options, including "merit", "sin", "blessing", and "karma" on the light screen in front of him. Among them, merit is two golden small characters, followed by the number 238, sin is two blood-red small characters, and the number behind is 157286. Although Yi Zhizi has not learned that strange text, this does not prevent him from easily understanding the meaning contained in the text.

He was unskilled to click on an option with his mind. Out of fear of the blood-red "karma" instinctively, he first clicked the "fortune" option, and only saw major items such as "longevity", "yin deity", "official honor", "fortune", "treasure", "cultivation", "attributes", "wishes", etc.

There are many small items under the big names, such as the Yin De, the Rebirth, the Dao of Reincarnation, the Hell Calamity, the Choice of Reincarnation, etc., and there are also the fortune under the luck, such as peach blossom luck, wealth, response luck, current fortune, descendants' fortune, etc.

But Yi Zhizi almost couldn't wait to turn on the life span. The life span option was unexpectedly simple, with only one option of life spanning one year (100 merits).

Without hesitation, Yi Zhizi chose the option of life for that year. His merit value disappeared instantly, with only 138 left. Almost at the moment when the merit value was beating, Yi Zhizi felt a heat flow dissipating to his limbs and bones. In the dark, the feeling of life hanging in the thread slowly fading!

Yi Zhizi opened his eyes, but saw everyone looking at him in shock.

He stretched out his hands and saw a trace of flesh and blood on the skinny and thin hands, and a stream of energy gushed out of his body, which was completely exhausted.

The slave next to him said tremblingly: "Big... Sir, your hair!"

Yi Zhizi grabbed a handful of hair. It was no longer withered dead white, but silver white with a hint of bright light. What he couldn't see was that his hair roots were miraculously black. Yi Zhizi laughed like crazy and shouted: "Life! It can really increase your life!"

After saying that, he was shocked all over, ignoring the nobles who were anxiously asking him, and chose to go to the life of the life of the year again. However, this time the option for the life of the year turned gray, and the numbers behind (1,000) seemed to be mocking him.

Yi Zhizi rushed towards Chen Ang frantically and screamed: "Where is my life? Where is my merit? Why did it suddenly become more and more? Why?"

The old Qin man looked at him with a strange expression and sneered: "Do you think that one hundred merits a year can live forever! People have a limit, and after that limit, the merit required will increase by ten times. Otherwise, you still want to live until the end of the world? Ten or eight years are enough!"

"And this life retribution is not just blessings. All your merits and sins in this life must be settled. You say it is the unpaid gift of gods and Buddhas!"

As soon as the words were finished, a blood-red "karma" flashed on the light screen in front of Yi Zhizi. When Yi Zhizi clicked on it, he saw that there was only one option in the karma - the first karma, sword and war (100 sins).

Among the options, there is only one countdown - 00:14:14, and the last number is still getting smaller.

The option to redemption (200 merits) is gray.

Yi Zhizi felt bad instinctively. He looked at his sins of 157286, his body trembled slightly, and his voice asked dryly: "Qin gentleman, what does this mean?"

Chen Ang glanced at him and smiled and said, "You can enjoy the blessings of the next life in this life. The sins you will have to be repaid after death will naturally be returned in this life. However, the Buddha, the King of Freedom of the Dharma, is compassionate, and promises you the opportunity to repent of the past and repent of the past, so you will return all the sins in installments, one period of time to another calamity."

"What kind of disaster is yours?"

Yi Zhizi replied tremblingly: "I'm suffering from a sword and a sword!"

"As I expected, the first catastrophe is usually only a hundred sins, and the retribution is the lightest. It is only a small catastrophe, five elements, verbal, right and wrong. After a half moments, it will be necessary to respond to the catastrophe. Be careful and not difficult to overcome it. However, after a catastrophe, one catastrophe will grow, and the next catastrophe will be the catastrophe of two hundred sins. At that time, it is a catastrophe of swords and weapons, and it is also a danger of death!"

"There are also mid-level tribulations such as thunder tribulation, wind tribulation, and luck tribulation, and ten deaths are not alive."

"Even if you have been through those mid-cause disasters by luck, and when the great disasters of more than ten thousand sins come, you will suffer from the hell catastrophe, the Rakshasa catastrophe, the Shura Realm, the heavenly catastrophe, and the disaster catastrophe. At that time, the soul will suffer, and you will not be able to survive or die!"

When Yi Zhizi heard this, his souls all came to his head, grabbed Chen Ang's thigh and said, "Save me, gentleman!"

Seeing his miserable situation, several other nobles who were moved retreated in fear, but Chen Ang sneered at them: "Do you think you can escape? His sins have a chance to repay them. If you wait until you die, will it be better than this life-like retribution in the eighteen levels of hell?"

"The retribution in this life, the hell kid, is the ghost messenger who takes it and drags it into hell with his body."

"If you don't repent, that's what you will end after your death!"

Looking at Yi Zhizi who was lying on the ground, Chen Ang said lightly: "You can escape the disaster half a moment before talking about it. The more severe the disasters there are, the longer the attack will be. I think, if you avoid this time, you will probably have six hours to accumulate merits, repay your sins, and eliminate the disasters."

"But you have to think about it. You must add it to your sins. If you have the same merit or even less blessings to exchange for merit, you may be able to survive the disaster. You have to think carefully about the mystery of this."

Yi Zhizi still had time to think about it. He received a reminder from Chen Ang, and quickly spent a hundred merits to buy momentum and fortune for half a moment, and then watched the countdown of the sword and warriors return to zero. Yi Zhizi was nervous and sweating, but after a few breaths, nothing happened.

Someone next to him smiled and said, "Yi Zhizi, you are so timid..."

Halfway through his speech, a spear shot like lightning. Yi Zhiyi was in his heart and slipped under his feet. He avoided the deadly spear and was only scratched by his shoulders. The man who laughed at him was penetrated through his mouth by the spear. The tip of the spear penetrated from the back of his head, and obviously died.

Where the spear came, a lifetime of sneer came: "I will give you what you gave me as it is!"

It was the voice of Chile who had just escaped!
Chapter completed!