One hundred and eighty-third chapter karma [two chapters in one]
In Tangsheng Tower.
Cui Yuanzhou, who was full of wine and food, walked out of the building shakily, surrounded by a group of Shui Tribe maids.
Behind him were monks Bai Shu and Hui Yuan with indifferent expressions.
Bai Xi tilted his head and stared in front of him with a strange expression, Cui Yuanzhou with a bulging belly.
She bared her teeth like a rabbit, with a dark face and a somewhat unkind expression.
Bai Zhu caught a glimpse of the girl's unconsciously clenched fists, and his heart tightened.
"Cui Yuanzhou!"
He shouted forward and gestured repeatedly.
Cui Yuanzhou, who was the first to walk in front, turned his head and looked at Bai Shu in confusion. When he saw Bai Xi's dark face clearly, his expression suddenly froze.
"How about I spit it out?" Cui Yuanzhou said cautiously.
"roll!"
Bai Xi slapped him and paralyzed him to the ground, but his anger remained unquenched.
"You ate everything on the table, you pig?!"
"Obviously you said you wanted to invite me to dinner."
The little fat man muttered something in a low voice, then saw Bai Xi's dark expression and hurriedly stopped.
Cui Yuanzhou got up from the ground with a grimace on his face and shrank behind Bai Shu, not daring to get angry or speak.
"You ate too much."
Monk Huiyuan on the side complained, "I haven't even had a few bites."
"You, a monk, are going to eat meat from a hammer." Cui Yuanzhou rolled his eyes. "It's not easy for you to do this, and you don't have to pay for it. Why don't you go to great lengths to eat it?"
The Holy Land of Qingli rarely opens the palace, and the owner of Tangsheng Tower is the eldest of the seven sons of Qingli.
He is not a pure-blooded dragon, but the descendant of Lord Qingli and the human race on land.
But unfortunately, among the seven Jiaolongzi, his Taoism was also the highest.
This man once argued with Taiweishan Daozi, and they were both victorious and undefeated.
Although this man has done great things, his name has never been revealed, and his life story is unknown.
The only thing that is known is that this Jiaolongzi is fond of delicious food, and the construction of Tangsheng Tower was also started under his auspices.
It's hard to find a seat in Tangshenglou. Even Cui Yuanzhou, who had been coming to the Dragon Palace for dozens of days, was lucky enough to have one.
But this time alone made Cui Yuanzhou haunt him in his dreams and never forget it to this day.
Therefore, this rare opportunity gave him the opportunity to satisfy his gluttonous desires.
The little fat man licked the corner of his mouth again, repeatedly cupped his hands to the dark-faced Bai Xi, sneered, and huddled behind Baizhu, not daring to make a sound for a while.
Monk Huiyuan twitched the corner of his mouth. Seeing that Bai Shu had already walked away, he called Cui Yuanzhou to follow him quickly.
At this moment, Tang Sheng was in the building.
As the four people gradually moved away, a pair of eyes kept watching them, and did not look away for a long time until the figures disappeared.
It was a man with a strange appearance, wearing a bright yellow robe, and wisps of spiritual light rippled on the bright yellow robe, showing circles of ripples.
His eyebrows were extremely thick, as if they were dyed with ink, black and thick.
There was a deep scar on the man's face, diagonally slashing from his left eye to his jaw, which completely disfigured this otherwise heroic face.
In martial arts practice, after cultivating the second level of the Yang Talisman and achieving the ultimate level of Qi Blood, the physical body and the soul will be integrated into one, making it difficult for external evil to invade.
The scars on the man's face were just ordinary scratches, not injuries.
Not to mention the Yang Fu, for monks who have entered the realm of martial arts for the first time, the fetal breath realm, as long as they carry Qi and blood, the old scars will fall off and new flesh will grow.
But this scar has always stayed on the man's face, and it has been like a day for ten years.
Even in order to prevent the physical body from healing itself, the man specifically performed surgery on his face so that the scar would retain its original appearance and remain deeply engraved on his face.
The figures of the four people gradually drifted away, and soon merged into the bustling crowd of people in the market. They were like a drop of water sinking into a pond and were no longer seen.
After a long time, the man calmly withdrew his gaze and cast his gaze into the house.
This is an exquisite quiet room, full of precious light, and everything carved in five colors is extremely gorgeous.
In this quiet room, in addition to the man, there was an old man with white hair and beard, holding a nine-section bamboo stick.
After the man nodded slightly in greeting to the old man, he turned his attention to the message jade guide in his palm.
"Baizhu left, and he was having dinner in my Tangsheng Tower just now."
The man smiled and said, "It seems that there are still people who know how to eat."
In his palm, the messenger Yugui flashed twice, and then the voice of Mr. Zhemei came out.
"You're actually dining in the eldest brother's Tangsheng Tower?" Mr. Zhemei said with a smile, "These land-based human races also know how to have fun."
"Father wants us to take care of him and never leave him."
The man lifted up the wine cup at his side, and the moon-white wine rippled slightly in the cup, as if a real moonlight had fallen.
"What is the identity of this man named Bai Shu?"
"I don't know." After sending the message to Yu Guili, Zhe Meijun's helpless laughter came.
"My father only said that I should take good care of him and keep a close eye on him wherever he goes to make sure nothing goes wrong."
Mr. Zhemei's voice paused.
"Even the two royal families of Dachu, Chu Xun and Chu Xiang, my father has never given such instructions. I also want to know who they are."
"Then don't worry." The man raised his glass and drank the remaining wine in one gulp. "Just do as you are told."
"I understand." Mr. Zhemei responded.
After the spiritual light that conveyed the message to Yu Gui dissipated, the man raised his head and looked in the quiet room. The old man with white hair and beard, holding a nine-section bamboo stick, smiled warmly and spoke.
"Uncle Li, why are you free now and come to my place?"
The old man in front of me is a carp from Tongjiang River that became a demon. After the man was taken back to the Dragon Palace by Lord Qingli, he was still taken care of by the old man when he was still young.
Food, clothing, housing, transportation, literacy, and even spiritual practice were all done by the old man himself.
Compared to Qing Lijun, the old man in front of him looked more like his biological father.
Seeing that the old man was about to bow down and bow down, the man was slightly stunned and hurriedly stepped forward and held him in place to prevent him from bowing down.
"Uncle Li, how about a trip to Luzhou? Are you feeling at ease?"
Qingli Palace has close ties with the human race on land, and human relations are naturally indispensable. Uncle Li went to visit Zhebing Mountain, the holy land of Beiwei, on the order of Lord Qingli.
I thought it would take at least half a year to come and go, but I didn't expect that this time it would be so fast.
"Fortunately, it's just like that. It's not as comfortable as the Dragon Palace."
Hearing the man's question, the old man with white hair and beard smiled and slowly raised his head.
"Beiwei and Dazheng seem to be intending to use weapons. I think the situation is not good. After meeting the Holy Master of Zhebing Mountain, I didn't dare to delay and hurried back."
"The situation is not good? No matter how bad the situation is, no one dares to touch our Qingli Palace."
The man shook his head and smiled, "As for Dazheng and Beiwei, no matter how chaotic they are on land, they won't be able to disrupt our Dragon Palace, so you don't have to worry."
Speaking of this, his tone also sounded a little wistful.
"Since the appearance of the purple mist, I have been unable to figure out everything in this world."
The man sighed faintly, "Living corpses, human demons, and the purple mist that Miaoyan created these things, what the hell are they?"
In front of close people, it is rare for a man to let go of his guard and not hide his worries.
Not only him, but most of the monks in the world were shocked and doubtful about Ziwu's attitude.
The foggy river above their heads was a mess that had not been seen in thousands of years.
Even before the Jedi Tiantong, I am afraid there has never been such a weird thing.
"Ghost? That's not necessarily the case."
Suddenly, an old voice sounded in the man's ear.
The man frowned slightly, and in front of him, the old man with white beard and hair spoke calmly.
"Uncle Li?"
"Let's take a look."
Before the man could continue to speak, the old man's thoughts in front of him moved slightly, and some more messages came out of the man's Niwan Palace.
"Yi Ding Heart Sutra"
The man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the old man in front of him in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.
"It is the only one who can save the aquatic tribe in the world."
Facing the man's shocked gaze, the old man's face remained calm.
"You, you"
As the man's palms trembled, a voice suddenly came from Niwan Palace.
"Wang Qiuyi and Guanghui are here, I don't dare to be too ostentatious."
What resounded in his Niwan Palace was the sound of all living beings singing in harmony, the sound of all living beings.
"My name is Miao Yan. If you are interested, you and I might as well talk in detail after Wang Qiuyi and the others leave."
At this point, the voice in Niwan Palace paused
"If I haven't been beaten to death yet."
The sound in Niwan Palace stopped suddenly, as if it had never happened before.
The man's eyes were shocked, and he looked steadily at the old man in front of him.
"Yuanyou."
The old man holding a nine-section bamboo stick raised his old eyes and spoke to the man in a deep voice.
"It is the only one who can save the aquatic tribe in the world."
The old man sighed deeply, "If you want to avenge your shame, if the demon cultivator in the world wants to avenge your shame, you can only rely on it, just think about it!"
After saying that, the old man didn't wait for the man to speak again, and left tremblingly, leaning on a nine-section bamboo stick.
In the gorgeous sperm chamber, surrounded by fragrant mist, the man's face looked uncertain. He raised his head several times and lowered his head several times.
Finally, the luster in his eyes flashed, but he remained silent.
now.
Above the street market, there are bright lights. Even though the black light stone, which is regarded as the sun wheel, has lost its brilliance, the gentle halo of the lotus lanterns hanging down here still illuminates everything clearly.
Voices, shouts, laughter and all kinds of sounds converged into one place, crashing from all directions like huge waves.
Baizhu casually avoided the crowds of people coming and going. He walked through the bustling market, holding a message jade in his heart.
He lowered his eyes, and the messenger jade in his palm lit up slightly, then quickly fell silent.
As always, there was no response from the other party.
Bai Shu's eyes flashed and he raised his head again.
"Senior brother."
Cui Yuanzhou on the side looked at this scene and couldn't help but ask, "Who are you summoning?"
"Friend." Bai Zhu smiled, "But she seemed to be very busy and ignored me."
“very busy”
As soon as Cui Yuanzhou opened his mouth, he let out a big wine burp. His face turned red, and after a sneer, he continued to speak.
"Is nothing going to happen?"
"No." Bai Shu, who was silent for a moment, shook his head at him, "She will be fine."
The message Yu Gui sent to him by Xie Jiu was completely useless.
No matter how much he urged, there was still no reply.
Thinking back to what Xie Wei said, that little idiot made a mistake in his practice and was soon to die. He was taken to Baimao Mountain by Du Shaozhi.
Baizhu's heart skipped a beat, and he felt an electric shock on his fingertips.
The young Taoist priest with the lotus crown raised his head. In the distance, there was a dim light, and the lanterns were starting to come on.
As the night deepens, patches of bright flames gradually rise, the sound of silk and bamboo and the sound of laughter rumble into the ears, flying covers block the flowers, the fragrant wind is beautiful, the auspicious smoke is dense, and the clear shadows are scattered here and there.
When Bai Shu was in a trance, a soft wind came around him.
Bai Xi, who was jumping around like a crazy rabbit, was in high spirits. She held a handful of candied haws in her hand, and even her little face bulged from eating it.
"Do you know?" Bai Xi's voice was unclear. "Do you know what this festival is?"
"What festival?" Bai Zhu asked casually.
"This is it." Bai Xi puffed up his cheeks and looked at him seriously.
Before the girl finished speaking, Baizhu's face suddenly changed dramatically.
"Come to Huaqing Palace to find me."
In Niwan Palace, Guang Hui's voice sounded faintly.
Before he could recover, the sounds in Niwan Palace had disappeared.
"I have something important to do, so I'll go ahead!"
Baizhu apologized and left eagerly.
In the same place, Cui Yuanzhou and Monk Huiyuan looked at each other, both of them confused and confused.
Huaqing Palace.
Outside the grand hall, countless water tribe monks were patrolling back and forth, stirring up formations of spiritual light. The waves were as turbulent as the ocean tide, and together they formed a large formation of rushing water.
In the main hall, Guang Hui, who had a dull look on his face and was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and the originally locked hall door burst open.
Outside the hall, surrounded by Shui tribe monks, was a Taoist priest in white wearing a lotus crown.
Bai Shu raised his head anxiously and saw that in the empty hall, there was only a middle-aged monk wearing cassocks and with a dull expression.
"Guru."
After he stepped into the palace door, he put his hands together and saluted Guang Hui solemnly.
A group of water tribe monks closed the door, respectfully withdrew, and once again stood guard outside the palace door.
Guang Hui raised her eyes but said nothing. There were only two of them in the empty hall.
And the atmosphere suddenly became silent.
After an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged monk with a dull expression moved his lips, and Baizhu heard his sigh.
"Have you ever thought about returning to secular life?" Guang Hui suddenly said to him.
"disciple"
"That's Hanxu's granddaughter in Tangshenglou."
When Bai Shu was so confused and hadn't figured out how to speak, Guang Hui asked again
"Do you belong to her?"
"Never, never." Bai Shu shook his head repeatedly and denied repeatedly.
"Isn't it her?" The middle-aged monk was silent for a long time, and finally raised his head and said with a smile, "Wu Ming, have you fallen in love with someone?"
"I"
Bai Shu opened his mouth. He suddenly remembered the message from Xie Shijiu to him. At this moment, he was silent for a moment.
"That's it." Guang Hui closed her eyes, her expression calm.
at the same time.
Zhongli County, Fengshan Temple.
Winter has entered, and it has snowed for dozens of days.
Looking around, the Fengshan Mountains are all white and the mist is like a snake and python, rolling in the mountains. Between the sky and the earth, everything is cold and desolate.
Xu Yan cursed while sweeping the fallen snow under the eaves.
Perhaps due to bad luck, for several days, the tall and fat monk was the one chosen to sweep the temple.
Just as he was cursing those bastards who deserved to have no descendants, the tall fat monk's expression froze and he slowly raised his head.
In front of him, at some point, a person quietly appeared.
In the knee-deep snow, a little girl raised her head and looked at herself.
She is like a piece of emerald soaked in clear water, warm and moist, as beautiful as a lotus, and as clear as glass.
Xu Yan traveled all over the Three Kingdoms in his early years. As he saw a lot of the world, he also naturally met a lot of women.
But he never thought that he would be shocked by the appearance of a little girl, and for a moment he was so surprised that he was speechless.
"Little benefactor" Xu Yan took two steps back warily, frowning deeply, "Little benefactor, you came to Fengshan Temple and you don't know why?"
"My name is Xie Fanjing." Xu Yan heard the girl say to him, "I'm here to see Bai Zhu."
