"teacher."

Looking at the young monk in front of him, the white-browed old monk shook his head, with an imperceptible smile on his lips.

He watched the monk grow up with his own eyes. When he was still a little baby, it was the old monk who carried him to the mountain gate and fostered him in the Qingyan Cave.

"Xuan truth."

The old monk looked at the innate person with a stern expression and raised his eyes slightly.

"King Kong Temple and Qingli Palace have made an oath. The temple sent you there. What's the matter? Why are you still unwilling to do it?"

"oh……"

"It's better to go out for a walk more than to stay in the mountains."

The old monk sighed and walked forward. The young monk hurriedly followed.

"How do you feel after the battle with Xie Wei?"

"Thank you, donor, for being very powerful." Xuan Ti replied honestly: "The "Tai Shang Cave Shen Yuan Bian Sutra" is indeed as legendary as it is, and it is very evil."

"Can you win?"

"able."

"Before you go to Qingli Palace, I have something else to tell you."

The old monk turned around and said calmly:

"Wu Huai has taken on a new disciple, who is supposed to be his successor. His dharma name is Xu Ming.

When you are in Qingli Palace, take care of him."

"Don't worry!" Xuan Di shouted loudly, patted his chest hard, and promised: "I will definitely take care of it!"

"But." He hesitated for a moment: "Why does Junior Brother Xu Ming want to go to Qingli Palace?"

"What are you doing?" The old monk didn't even raise his head: "Besides, in terms of seniority, you shouldn't call Xu Ming your junior brother."

"oh oh."

"After you come back from Qingli Palace, you can go directly to the Diamond Temple to practice."

"What?!" Xuanzai was shocked.

"What?" The old monk was startled by his reaction.

"Didn't I pass the Shurangama Dharma Assembly?" Xuanti tried hard to explain: "Do the brothers in the temple have any complaints?"

"You are an innate Vajra." The old monk hit him hard on the head, "Who can defeat you in terms of acting?"

"My Vajra Temple has hidden you for so long, Xuanzai, and it's finally time for you to become famous all over the world."

The old monk murmured to himself:

"An innate Vajra has fortunately entered my Buddhist sect. Xuanzang, you will be the Xuanwen Lord of this world.

Divine feet, Wu Xian. You... With the three of you here, our Vajra Temple will be able to revive the glory of the Southern Sect and suppress the Landa Temple for another five hundred years!"

The old monk smiled and nodded, but when he saw that Xuan Ti was careless and his eyes were wandering all over the place, he couldn't help but feel angry and funny, and hit him hard on the head again.

"Do you remember?"

"Remember." Xuanti nodded honestly.

"When are you leaving?"

"The Empress..." Xuan Di just uttered these two words when a chill suddenly hit his neck. He shrank his neck and rolled his eyes: "Tomorrow."

The two monks walked for a while, and in the distance they saw a tall Buddhist hall.

Seeing Xuanzai, he unconsciously broke off a piece of ice and tried to put it into his mouth again.

The old monk snatched it with his hand and said helplessly:

"Don't eat ice, what's wrong with this!"

"oh oh."

Xuan Ti glanced at it reluctantly and rubbed his palms.

"Don't eat ice, don't eat ice..."

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Three days later, in Qinghuang County.

A gorgeous rainbow light flew across the sky like a meteor chasing the moon.

After leaving Zhongli and entering Qinghuang, the temperature has dropped day by day since the beginning of winter.

Qingye was covered with a layer of white frost, and looking around, everything in the field of vision was hazy.

Under the clouds, with the light layer of frost, the ridge lines of the distant mountains and forest veins gradually became clearer bit by bit.

"When I was a kid, I would be beaten by my master if I ate ice cream."

On the cloud carriage, Cui Yuanzhou held a piece of ice as long as his little finger and spoke to Baizhu, who was sitting cross-legged.

"Yeah?"

Bai Zhu raised his eyes slightly and replied.

A ferocious red dragon in his body was constantly breathing in and out, making him like a huge black hole, sucking up all the energy of the surrounding weather.

In Niwan Palace, the sword spirit was still dense.

Only under the strong suppression of the villain Yuanshen could the violent buzzing sword sounds stop spreading.

On one of the thick embryos of divine iron, the shape of the flying sword has been fixed.

Countless patterns are intertwined and arranged vertically and horizontally in strange ways, like bright stars in the sky.

In addition to the cold sword energy around the small sword, there is also an overbearing aura that is as bright as the sun and as powerful as prison.

Bai Shu withdrew his divine will from Niwan Palace and felt happy.

Flying sword——

It's almost done!

"Junior brother." When he looked at Cui Yuanzhou opposite, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly: "It's not a good thing to be too greedy for food and drink."

The green jade bank in front of you is filled with all kinds of meat, drinks, and other items.

The little fat man devoured the food, his lips moving continuously.

Three days ago, after meeting Cui Yuanzhou at the Xihe City Restaurant, he told himself a lot of secrets.

And then, the statue was kept secretly in Qingyan Cave, becoming another person with an innate flaw after Xuan Wenjun.

Soon, it caused great uproar all over the world.

Countless people began to go to Tongjiang to witness the magnificence of this living Buddhist disciple.

Even though he was Bai Shu, he also saw a lot of escaping lights flying in the past three days.

Qingli Jun's recruitment of a son-in-law is a great event in the world.

The arrival of the Buddha added fuel to this grand event.

Cui Yuanzhou was traveling with him on the same journey to and from Tongjiang, so Bai Shu simply took him along.

The two of them talked about formations and cultivation all the way, and each other gained something.

"Senior brother, would you like some?"

Cui Yuanzhou, who was already familiar with him, didn't even raise his head.

"No."

Bai Shu shook his head, continued to polish the flying sword, and took the chopsticks:

"I'll just take a bite."

"It smells good."

Seeing Bai Shu's chin, Cui Yuanzhou smiled and said:

"The owner's surname is Wang. It's a well-known time-honored brand. Everyone who has eaten it says it's delicious!"

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It has been like this for another three days. At this moment, we are only a short distance away from Tongjiang.

Looking far into the distance, the mighty river looks like the rolling water of the Tianhe River, with great momentum.
To be continued...