The carriage rolled over the bluestone road, and people along the way hurriedly avoided and moved aside.
Although they don't know the identity of the owner of this carriage, they can still ride in the carriage at this time. No matter what their identity is, it is not something they can offend.
Good eyesight is always important.
In the carriage, Baizhu was leaning on a soft chair, and the tea in front of him was wafting out the mellow hot steam.
Xie Fanjing and Huamao are playing a head-butting game. You bump me and I bump you. They are enjoying it endlessly.
After a full cup of tea, when the tea in front of you has completely cooled down and no longer has any hot aroma.
The carriage finally stopped.
Bai Shu and Xie Fanjing were led in, and they made a lot of twists and turns before stopping in front of a splendid palace.
This place is many times wider than Baizhu's residence, and it is magnificent. When you enter the eye, on the black golden nanmu plaque, the three characters of Yueshou Palace come into view.
Surrounding it is a vast garden, surrounding Yueshou Palace.
The garden is full of colorful flowers and trees, with jagged and towering rocks. There are small bridges and flowing water, multiple paths, and several extremely exquisite pavilions.
Bai Shu looked around and saw a man in his thirties wearing a purple robe leading a group of maids to enjoy flowers in the garden.
When the man saw Baizhu looking at him, he smiled and saluted.
After the two of them greeted each other, a servant who brought him bowed forward.
He stepped forward and opened the door, making a gesture of invitation.
"Sir, please come in," he said, "the two masters are waiting for you inside."
Stepping into the portal, the gauze curtain is hung low. In front of you is a large screen with a red sandalwood frame and marble. Turning around, there is a living room.
Wu Xian and Wu Hui were sitting on chairs sipping tea. When they saw Baizhu approaching, they smiled and nodded.
In addition to the two of them, there was also a man in a scholar's shirt with a sad face, and a very beautiful woman with a ponytail hairdo, tall and graceful, with painted eyebrows, and skin as white and as clear as jade.
"Is this your nephew?" The woman looked over curiously, "Two little red dragons, this one is only worse than those others in your temple."
"This is a member of the Yan family in Taizhou."
Wu Xian Chao Baizhu explains it, and it follows Zhengse.
As Wu Xian's lips moved slightly, he didn't know what he said to the woman. After a while, she covered her lips, looked past Baizhu with a smile, and walked out of the door.
"this."
Wu Xian spoke again, raising his hand to the man in Confucian shirt with a sad face, "You know this one, right?"
"Sheep sacrificial wine."
Baizhu gave a salute, "I haven't congratulated you on offering wine and wishing you good health."
"I would rather die so that I don't have to pass on the Sword Scripture to you."
Yang Shixuan had a sad face and a dull expression, "I didn't expect that you would enter the Vajra Temple. I never expected that."
Looking at this kid in front of me, I could tell at a glance that he wanted the Sword Scripture, so due to the situation, I had no choice but to pass on half of it to him.
After all, I had no power left. Although the boy spoke in a low voice to the girl from the Xie family, I could not hear it.
Some people just use force if they can't win secretly, some people use hostages to coerce them, and some people deliberately sell out their favors.
If it weren't for Mrs. Yan's crude martial arts, it would be difficult for her to protect herself, and she would be like a candle, unable to last long.
Yang Shixuan almost gave him a sword.
I originally wanted to use half of the Sword Book to lure him and scare him, and then wait for someone to wake me up, and then rely on my identity to order him to bring back the half of the Sword Book.
As for whether to kill with one sword or erase the memory, we will discuss it later.
But he never expected that it would be the Vajra Temple that saved him first, and that kid would also enter the Vajra Temple.
This time, I was really dumb eating Coptis chinensis, unable to express my suffering.
At this thought, Yang Shixuan's face became even more miserable.
"Hurry up, old sheep, don't wait too long."
After seeing what Yang Shixuan said, there was no movement for a long time, and Wu Hui shouted:
"You've never done things smoothly. Why do you want to give up on me for saving my life?"
The greasy man with long hair glared: "I agree, but my brothers and sisters at Vajra Temple don't agree either!"
That's all, that's all...
Yang Shixuan let out a long sigh, stood up, pointed his finger at the center of Bai Zhu's eyebrows, and then slammed the door angrily and walked out.
"Lao Yang, that kid." Wu Hui chuckled strangely.
Dong!
In my mind, those strange words like clouds began to change again.
Green light shone everywhere, and countless words crawled out of the green light little by little.
Finally, after the thoughts in his mind calmed down, the remaining half of the sword sutra was completed.
"The Fetal Divine Yuan Sword Sutra"——
Bai Shu looked at the remaining half and was overjoyed.
He had already seen the power of flying swords in Yang Shixuan, and Yang Shixuan treasured the Sword Sutra so much that it was extraordinary.
"Thank you two uncles for helping me."
Bai Shu suppressed the joy in his heart and thanked the two of them.
If they weren't here, seeing Yang Shixuan's face, this sword scripture would definitely not be in his hands.
"Why should we be like this among the same sect?"
Wu Xian smiled and shook his head. In the sea of consciousness between his brows, a mirror of perfection with brilliant light quietly closed.
In the past ten days, although he was busy looking for Mrs. Yinshan, he also sent people to find out all the details of Atractylodes.
Naturally, one must be cautious when accepting disciples in the Holy Land.
If there are treacherous people sneaking into the door, not only the reputation will be damaged, but also if the root of the door is leaked, it will be a huge emergency.
The young man in front of him is indeed a servant of the Zhao family and has nothing to do with other holy places.
"how?"
A heart sound sounded in the sea of consciousness, but it was a Wuhui sound.
"In just a few dozen days, you are only one step away from being dustless. This is a true shortcut."
The voice was a bit complaining: "When I touched the bones, the test was correct, but you suspected that he was from another holy land and borrowed the Ten-Heart Mirror. What about this time?"
"There is indeed no strange treasure, and there is no other aura."
Wu Xian also responded with heart sounds.
Just now, he activated the Ten Heart Mirror and took a detailed look at the young man in front of him.
There is no strange treasure in the body, nor any other breath.
A near-Taoist, a young man who can single-handedly break through two red dragon tribulations cannot be ignored even by the Vajra Temple.
Senior Brother Wuhuai of Fengshan Temple also practices the Red Dragon Heart Sutra. He is the most suitable person to teach the young man in front of him.
The result is complete, when Wu Xian transmits the message through the Ten Heart Mirror.
At this moment, far away in the north of the Yangtze River, in a magnificent temple, an old monk with white beard and hair, surrounded by countless light groups, and surrounded by the sound of chanting sutras, raised his head gently.
"Can!"
Wuxian heard this and bowed quickly, not daring to neglect at all.
"Master's nephew."
After the voice faded away, Wuxian raised his head and smiled at Baizhu, who didn't know why.
"I called you here today, firstly, for the Sword Sutra, and secondly, to teach you some temple methods."
Now that he has received the abbot's approval, from now on, Bai Shu can be regarded as a true monk of Vajra Temple.
I didn’t make any statement before, but of course Mrs. Yinshan has important matters ahead of me.
But since the results of the Ten Heart Mirror are correct, it is time to teach him some fundamental truth.
