Relics, or relics, are the relics left by legendary Buddhist monks after their death.

It is invincible to all poisons and evil spirits. It has magical effects such as subduing demons and demons. It can suppress the demons of the inner world, prolong life, clear eyes, and other magical effects. There is no doubt that this is a priceless treasure.

But then again, no matter how you look at it, Tianshi Taoism is all Taoism, and the first Tianshi Taoist Zhang Daoling is also the founder of Taoism. Why do they have relics?

Could it be stolen?

Zhuang Mingge felt that it was understandable that he had this idea. After all, one of the most famous characteristics of the Celestial people is internal fighting, one person is like a dragon and three adults.

Just like the magic world, it is not a single piece. Various forces are crisscrossing. When you see an opportunity, you will step forward and take a bite. Fighting is common, so the few given by Tianshidao... Well, five relics are there...

The son was stolen, and Zhuang Mingge would not be too surprised.

"how?"

Zhang Wuliang asked with a smile. He believed that so many treasures should be able to touch Saint Laurent's heart, not to mention that the student president seemed to attach great importance to relics, although he was not sure what the reason was.

Zhuang Mingge nodded slowly, "Trade."

Then he untied the seal on the Qiankun Bagua Mirror and gave it to Tianshidao. Zhang Wuliang smiled and solemnly put the treasure away, stood up and said goodbye.

Zhuang Mingge also planned to keep him at the celebration dinner, but the celestial master refused without hesitation.

"The night is long and there are many dreams. We welcome back to the Heavenly Master Dao treasure. Someone will definitely take advantage of the situation to rob. It is better to go back earlier. My friend's request, please forgive Zhang for not being able to agree and say goodbye!"

Come and go in a hurry.

The people from Tianshidao left quickly. Unlike the magic weapons used in the magic world, their flying tools were not trains or planes, but paper cranes.

Zhuang Mingge Kalin, Youlizi and the students' congregation clearly saw Zhang Wuliang take out a piece of talisman paper, fold it into a paper crane, and blew it gently. The paper crane instantly became bigger, flapping its wings, carrying a group of people.

The man broke through the air and turned into a black dot in the sky in the blink of an eye. He disappeared.

"The wizards in the East are indeed amazing." Karin exclaimed.

Zhuang Mingge absent-mindedly held a few relics and kept turning in his hand. After a long time, he said to Karin and Youli, "I'll leave first, you can put away these things."

"President. Where are you going?"

"A place without people." Zhuang Mingge said. "Anyway, don't look for me, I will come back."

After Zhuang Mingge said that, he left in a hurry.

If he wants to untie the seal of his eyes, the relics are the key. What makes Zhuang Mingge worried is, can these relics really suppress the curse of the God of War?

Although the relics are the remains of Buddhist monks, who can eliminate demons and evil spirits and avoid all evil, the curse on his body is the curse of the God of War. Can it really be suppressed?

Zhuang Mingge was in a mess. After thinking for a long time, he felt that he should try it. If it doesn't work, he would seal his eyes again. The curse he had issued to himself was... He had to have a boy's kiss before he could open it.

With one's own eyes, then the first choice is naturally Sion.

...

"Kiss me." After finding Xi'ang, Zhuang Mingge expressed his request.

"Ha?" Xi'ang fell down a black line and looked at Zhuang Mingge blankly. He took a step back quietly, "Why don't I know when you have embarked on this road of no return?"

"I haven't taken this path." Zhuang Mingge retorted loudly.

Xi'an looked at him with a very wonderful look, making Zhuang Mingge feel uncomfortable all over.

"Anyway, this is how things look like." Zhuang Mingge explained the seal of his eyes. "You should agree now."

"I refuse."

"Why, you bastard."

"Because I always feel that if I kiss you, something strange will awaken, so I refuse." The answer given by Xi'an made Zhuang Mingge unable to refute, but he couldn't help but complain: "Give me a firmer will."

"This is not a question of unstable will, it is a matter of principle. In short, I refuse, I will never kiss you. You go find someone else. Although I can help you in many things, Mingge, this is the only one.

I'll refuse something."

Sion shook his head quite firmly.

Without any help, Zhuang Mingge found the student union accountant, Lin Xi.

Compared to Sion's fascinating face, this accountant looks more like a girl, although she is a male.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Shh, your voice is too loud."

Zhuang Mingge covered the other party's mouth and raised a finger and blew it on his mouth, "I had no choice but to know that I wouldn't have such a damn curse at the beginning."

"but……"

"No, but, agree, or refuse." Zhuang Mingge looked up and down with his hands crossed his chest, and tremblingly saw Lin Xi, and found that the other party really missed girls more than Lin Xi, whether it was behavior, voice, face, or dress.

The only place where Si'ang can beat Lin Xi is probably his face.

"I...I..."

"Speak less nonsense and talk about the key points."

"Please...please be gentle!"

So, if it looks too much like a boy, Zhuang Mingge also felt very troubled. When the other party shivered and looked at himself with his weak and watery eyes, Zhuang Mingge's heart beat a few times.

"Don't worry, I'm not too rough."

It's just a collision between lips, and you don't need to put your tongue in. To put it bluntly, it's just a contact between the dead mucosa. There's nothing to be shy about. Go ahead, Zhuang Mingge, what are you still hesitating about to be a brave one

Male, man.

In the heart, Zhuang Mingge took a deep breath, bravely...

After the curse was lifted, Zhuang Mingge did not open his eyes immediately. He immediately came to the castle of the Academy, and through any gate, he came to the unlucky Shahara Desert and went deep into it.

At this moment, he slowly opened his eyes.

Sand, sand, endless sand.

The undulating sand dunes, the endless sea of ​​sand, the extremely terrifying high temperature, and the twisted and evaporating air. Yes, this is the Shahara Desert.

The world's number one desert, the Sahara Desert can be cooked with an egg.

The colors seen in both eyes and the world perceived by magic are two completely different concepts. Since sealing his eyes, this is the purest world that Zhuang Mingge has seen with his naked eyes for the first time.

Apart from the blue sky, there is a golden desert, with no extra colors, no steaming magic, just the purest color.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Zhuang Mingge roared loudly, venting his feelings in his heart. The depression that had been under his heart for a long time was like the Milky Way pouring out, surging endlessly, and flowing forever.

Taking out the relics and put them in his palm, Zhuang Mingge tried to activate the relics. With a shout from the old man, the originally ordinary relics suddenly emitted a soft light.

when!

A distant bell rang out from the relics, and Zhuang Mingge's uneasy heart suddenly calmed down, just like knowing the destiny of heaven. He looked at the eternal old man, as if he was not moving like a mountain, and no worries could invade his heart.

In a trance, the bells in the relics became louder and louder. In the bell, the low and mysterious Buddha sounded, and there seemed to be tens of millions of Shani singing, and it seemed that the Buddha was whispering.

The sound of bells enters the heart, and the sound of Buddha enters the ears.

Zhuang Mingge's heart was peaceful, irritable, depressed, uneasy, anger, greed, and other negative feelings disappeared, and all the rest in his heart was peaceful and quiet.

In an instant, he seemed to be a monk who had been enlightened for many years. All things in the world were all temptations, like dust in his heart, swept away.

Zhuang Mingge stretched out his fingers and gently cut them on his other wrist. The red blood suddenly gushed and thick.

In an instant, Zhuang Mingge's eyes turned bloody.

The originally peaceful mind suddenly burst into a wave of blood. In the world, the Buddha passed on the destiny of those who are destined to be. It seems that he is not destined to be destined to be.

Zhuang Mingge smiled bitterly and tried his best to resist the vast sea of ​​blood, but reason was defeated like a mountain and collapsed step by step. The relics in his hand emitted thousands of lights. The bells were dense and the sound of Buddha was loud, which was instantly inspired to the extreme.

But the curse of the gods is too powerful.

"I knew there was no such good thing."

Zhuang Mingge smiled bitterly, and the relics in his hand seemed to have encountered a great enemy that had never been seen in eternity. He tried his best to resist. The sound of bells, the sound of Buddha, and even a Buddha appeared faintly to subdue demons and demons.

But Zhuang Mingge's rational eyes were swallowed up by the curse, and he roared loudly, and there seemed to be a continuous stream of blood gushing out from his pupils, bombarding the relics.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Five relics exploded one after another, turning into fragments all over the sky and disappeared.

roar!

So, Zhuang Mingge became a demon, and the killing aura grew wildly, and gusts of wind swept through the sand and flew into Qingming, like a desert storm, sweeping all over the world.

...

Zhuang Mingge woke up again, and the stars were already hanging high in the sky. The temperature at the desert night was frighteningly cold, and it turned into white mist after breathing.

What made Zhuang Mingge feel at ease was that he did not seem to have walked out of the desert or attacked the city.

He looked at his clothes. Although they were a little dirty, there was no blood, which meant that he had not killed anyone.

In his last impression, the five relics turned into shatter.

Zhuang Mingge couldn't help but sigh. "Is it even possible to relic?"

Of course, the reason why the relics failed to suppress is entirely because these relics are too low-level. If there is really a Buddha's head and a golden body relic of the Arhat, Zhuang Mingge believes that he can definitely suppress Ares' curse.

But how can one obtain something that is rare even in hell and heaven?

Humans, probably don’t want to be foolish.
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