Chapter 241 East, West, North and South without a trace
Needless to say, they have the same eyebrows, the same face, and even the expressions on their faces are the same.
Looking at him, Baizhu was like looking into a mirror. From the inside out, top to bottom, they were exactly the same.
In the sky, immeasurable light was emitted from his whole body, and Bai Shu, who was as majestic as a heavenly being, remained silent. The monk in white who faced him from a distance also remained silent.
"Ignorance?"
Bai Zhu was the first to speak, frowning slightly.
The monk was dressed in white clothes, with a red silk thread tied around his waist and a jade flute of excellent quality, with a calm expression.
"Seeing myself attaining Vajra status again, after thinking about it, this scene is really bizarre."
Wuming shook his head and smiled:
"The last time I realized the Vajra phase, people from the Taoist sect happened to come to the Vajra Temple to worship. It seems that the Taoist at that time was a female benefactor, and her Taoist name was Jingzhen."
"The abbot asked me to spar with her, but he couldn't stop for a moment and almost used the Demon Suppressing Tower to refine her alive. I had just become Vajra, and I almost offended a holy place and died."
The monk in white clothes smiled and said: "That time, I was forced to chant sutras in the Kuchan Cave in the back mountain and was imprisoned for half a year."
"Jingzhen?"
Baizhu, whose body is shining brightly, is thoughtful:
"This female crown, is her common name Jiang Mei?"
"good."
"She is already the master of Tao De Sect. Fifteen years ago, Master Shi Xin died of old age, and Jiang Mei became a Six Realm Immortal."
"Human Immortal..." Wu Ming was surprised for a moment, and then sighed: "It seems that a long time has passed."
"The mountain cicada was given to me by Hou Qiu, a warrior from the Western Chu State. Now it seems to be buried in the soil around Rongqiu. If you want to find it back, go to Rongqiu and search for it. You should still be able to find it."
Seeing Bai Shu's eyes lingering on the flute at his waist from time to time, Wuming chuckled and said:
"She likes to listen to the sound of the flute very much. I went to Hou Qiu to learn it for half a year. Although I have no talent in the rhyme, I can more or less play a tune."
"who is she?"
"You know who she is."
"What about you?"
"Whoever you are, I am also... I just didn't expect that the Six Paths Wheel would be so powerful, if I hadn't planted the Nine Number Lotus and placed my spiritual thoughts in the lotus."
Wu Ming paused:
"I'm afraid, this true spirit has long been confused and muddy."
"Your name is Baizhu. You were twenty-one years old before you died. You were a college student waiting to die. You went out to rent a house and raised a cat at home, an orange cat. It was very fat. You failed college three times in total. You had to run away from every introduction to literature. There was never a reason why.
."
Facing Bai Shu's gaze, the monk in white said calmly:
"I will never stand if I can sit, and never sit if I can lie down. I like to do handicrafts, and am especially good at folding paper cranes. I hate braised chicken and rice, and I don't eat celery and folded ear root."
"Having said this, it should be enough."
The monk smiled: "Do you need me to tell you about eating mud when you were a child?"
Bai Shu twitched the corner of his mouth and quickly waved his hand, indicating that it would stop.
"Since you can speak, why didn't you come out early? The attribute panel, purple mist, and this world..."
Bai Shu said: "What is going on?"
"This spiritual thought entrusted in the lotus only makes the true spirit unambiguous."
Wu Ming shook his head: "You remember everything. One day, you will remember it."
"What day?"
"I said I could say it, but if I say it, I'm afraid I will have to reincarnate through the Six Paths again."
The monk in white said in a calm voice:
"Everything about the past is only in your mind. There are too many and too dense. If I mention it even slightly, it will bring back those things... With King Kong's spiritual cultivation now, your brain will be exploded and crushed in an instant.
No one can save me."
Bai Zhu paused for a moment after hearing the words, and fell into a rare silence, speechless.
"Now that the first-grade Vajra phase has reached the fourth realm, the true spirit is truly unhindered."
The monk in white smiled casually:
"This wisp of spiritual thought entrusted in the lotus flower is finally done."
In the sky, the golden lotus between Baizhu's eyebrows suddenly dimmed, and then shattered instantly. At the same moment, the monk's figure also began to disappear, turning into fly ash inch by inch.
"I've been having a problem..."
At the last moment, Wuming suddenly spoke up.
"What's the problem?" Bai Zhu asked quickly.
"When I made a choice for her, I always wanted to know." Wu Ming smiled slowly: "Hundreds of years later, if I look back, will I regret it?"
After saying this, his figure was completely reduced to ashes.
There was no sound coming from the void.
Bai Shu stood silently in his mind for a long time. Then he suddenly took a step forward and disappeared.
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Outside the burning dead city, after the thunder spear briefly appeared and pierced the void.
There was no more sound in the dead city.
The man in the feather robe had a surprised look on his face. He glanced at An Junchen, who was leaning lazily on Cailuan Fa's carriage, but hesitated to speak.
He and his fellow vigilant companions were all very aware of the horror of the ominous chapter.
Even if he is locked up with a magic circle and uses Zen light to wash away his sins every day, there will still be all kinds of eerie murmurs whispered in the dead city every night when it is dark and windy.
It was like a maniacal laughter caused by madness, or like a low murmur under deep water, mixed with the sound of the churning of rotten seawater.
Laughing wildly, cursing, crying, wailing...
Several monks who were incapable of mastering the mysterious magic were lured into the dead city by such a voice and never came out again.
On such a day, there was still no movement at all. Even though the man in the feather robe had a big heart, he couldn't help but feel panicked at this moment.
If that person died, he might lose his head and be buried with him alive.
When the man in the feather robe gritted his teeth and prepared to make a bold statement to An Junchen on the Cai Luan.
Suddenly.
A great light that clears thousands of mountains and rivers and goes straight into the sky suddenly rises from the dead city.
The handsome young man stepped on the mist-like smoke and soared above Qingming. His whole body shot out immeasurable brilliant light, solemn and innocent, vast and ethereal.
"This..." The man in the feather robe was stunned for a moment. Even his companions were all dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.
Cai Luan Fa drove up and An Junchen, who was standing in obeisance, also had a look of surprise on his face that could not be concealed.
"King Kong!"
He murmured.
High in the sky, Bai Shu, riding on the clouds, sang loudly, resounding throughout the countryside.
The song says:
."With one thought, time and space are empty, and all realms are empty, and all the barriers are suddenly cleared.
There is no trace of east, west, south or north, only this virtual and mysterious combination of authenticity."
After singing, Bai Shu fluttered his sleeves, and seven or forty-nine rays of Qing Qi came out from his sleeves.
As soon as those clear energies relaxed in Jitian, they quickly transformed into the form of Atractylodes Atractylodes, with the same appearance.
The forty-nine Baizhu bodies all emitted immeasurable brilliance, their auras were harmonious and steady, illuminating the entire sky with full brightness.
"Dark demons, human demons... whenever you see them, you will take action as much as you like."
Bai Shu looked at the forty-nine incarnations and said calmly:
