Chapter 76 The river wind brings rain into the boat to cool
It was a small lotus-shaped ornament, only as long as the little finger, delicate and delicate.
"open!"
There is no obvious micro-movement of the lips and teeth.
The thing that was originally as short as a little finger, after being taken over by Baizhu, grew in the wind and turned into a golden lotus the size of a face plate.
Thousands of auspicious lights, the sound of Buddha lingering, seven-petal lotus leaves unfolding in golden layers, each lotus leaf has a heavenly dragon coiled around it, its head and horns are majestic and majestic.
At the center of the lotus, a young monk with a little finger height and similar appearance to Wu Xian is sitting cross-legged and chanting sutras.
Bai Shu glanced at the little person in the lotus heart. The little person in the lotus heart put his hands together and smiled, then exploded with a bang.
Bits of golden light regrouped, and in an instant, the little man in the lotus heart appeared again.
Bai Shu opened his mouth in surprise, that villain was none other than himself.
The little finger is long and short, and the treasure is solemn. Dressed in a white monk's robe, he is sitting in the lotus position in the lotus position, making a vague sound of chanting sutras.
What a bald head...
Bai Zhu touched his head.
My bald head turns out to be so bright...
"This is a rare treasure, given by the poor monk Master."
At this time, a message came from the golden lotus in the palm of his hand. Baizhu twisted according to the message, and the golden lotus with a big face became the length of his little finger again.
"It is called the Seven Treasures Ruyi Lotus. Gold, silver, colored glaze, coral, clam, red pearl, and agate. These seven treasures are collectively called the Seven Treasures.
It originally has 7,749 lotus leaves. Once each lotus leaf is activated, it will have the power of a full blow in the Vajra realm.
It's just that it was passed down from generation to generation, from the master to the poor monk, like silver, colored glaze, coral, clam, red pearl, and agate.
These six types, a total of forty-two lotus leaves, have been used up."
Wu Xian smiled bitterly: "As of now, there are only seven golden lotuses left. I hope my nephew won't dislike it."
"How dare you!"
Atractylodes holding lotus in hand, I am overjoyed.
A full-strength strike in the Vajra realm would be made by a person with no leakage.
With it to protect the road, not only life is safe, but at least when faced with a desperate situation, it also has a big trump card.
"This thing is rare, and refining it is even more time-consuming and laborious. After Wang Qiuyi, there is no such thing."
"Wang Qiuyi?"
Bai Shu, who was playing with the golden lotus, was stunned. He asked Wu Hui, who had spoken just now:
"Uncle Master, who is Wang Qiuyi?"
"A human immortal who died long ago."
Wuhui stretched out his hand and pointed: "The golden lotus in your hand is his relic."
"Is he a senior from Kongji Temple?"
"No way, it was stolen from him after he was beaten to death by an expert from our temple."
Wu Hui sighed: "It is a pity that such a person died in such a useless manner!"
Seeing Wu Hui trying to start a conversation, Wu Xian had no choice but to interrupt him:
"Okay, stop, now is not the time to talk about this matter."
"I have nothing to teach you anymore. My nephew has just left his hometown. I will grant you one day off."
The handsome monk turned to Baizhu again and said with a warm smile:
"Let's take a walk around the city and have a good time."
"Yes, let's go shopping...wait a minute, I don't have anything to give you!"
Wuhui turns a blind eye to Baishu:
"Senior brother is a rich man, and I am a poor man. If you really want me to give it to you, there is half a roast chicken in the room that was left overnight. If you don't mind, just eat it."
Wu Xian smiled softly and shook his head slowly.
The bright-looking woman with painted brows looked at Wu Xian, smiled and shook her head, and pursed her lips slightly.
"Little master, here you go."
Bai Shu raised his head in astonishment, and between his slender fingers was an ancient fish-shaped talisman.
"This is a small moving talisman that can be moved to any direction within a hundred miles."
The bright woman smiled like a flower: "Hey, take it."
"Uncle Master..."
Bai Shu cast a look for help.
"Take it." Wuxian clasped his hands together.
"Take it." Wuhui curled his lips, "This is a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking. He is obviously giving the teacher..."
Before he could finish his words, Wu Xian glared back.
"The young general also has something to give to the young master."
Chen Ao, who had been standing by his side, smiled and said, "I wonder if you can give me a favor, sir?"
"Go." Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief, "General Chen has helped you a lot. You and General Chen can go out first."
"Understood."
Bai Shu hesitated again and again, accepted the small moving talisman, saluted several people respectfully, and then exited the door.
In the sky, there was still a hint of purple mist. Baizhu, who walked out of the door, put away the golden lotus and talismans, and smiled while reminiscing with Chen Ao, who followed him.
While talking, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Xie Fanjing, that silly roe deer who has been following him.
Today, I haven't seen her yet...
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After the zombie chaos was put down, Fenyin City, which was severely weakened, gradually became lively again.
In the south corner of the city, in a brightly lit restaurant, as the three or five remaining guests dispersed, the lights suddenly dimmed a lot.
"Chen, General Chen, stay here!"
Some big-tongued Baizhu staggered and helped Chen Ao, who was very drunk.
After killing the last batch of living corpses today, Baizhu, a boxing practitioner, couldn't resist, so he had no choice but to come here to drink with Chen Ao.
He said he was seeing him off, but Chen Ao was so drunk that he had no intention of using his true energy to relieve his hangover.
"Send him back." Bai Zhu stopped the sergeant, "I can walk by myself."
Seeing the sergeants carrying Chen Ao into the carriage, Bai Shu shook his head and walked slowly towards the sword washing pool.
The smell of alcohol all over his body was washed away by the cool breeze, and even his somewhat confused head became clear.
He tried to whistle, but the sound was like the tingling sound of a deflating balloon.
Bai Shu smiled and shook his head. At this moment, a figure suddenly stood up in the corner.
"Son."
Baizhu, who was secretly on guard, heard such a voice.
"Who are you?"
He raised his eyes and looked carefully for a while before he recognized the person.
"Miss Su."
Bai Shu smiled and said: "It's windy at night, why is the girl here alone?"
"I'm waiting for you, sir."
"wait for me?"
"Young Master is a good man."
Su Miaoge smiled, and in those lively eyes like a deer, something as delicate as gauze slowly floated out.
Purple mist covered the sky and flowed heavily in chaos, and the sound of the wind was dull and broken.
Under the dense deep purple, Su Miaoge and Baizhu looked at each other like two tiny ants in the wilderness.
"Young master didn't ask for me, but he still helped my brother. You are a good man."
"want you?"
Bai Zhu couldn't help but burp. At this time, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"For the young master."
Su Miaoge lowered his head and gently took off a white jade Guanyin statue from his neck.
The delicate and smooth jade has the unique warm fragrance of a girl's body.
Baizhu held it, like holding a small beating heart, pop~pop~, and his five fingers trembled inexplicably.
In the body, the heart also follows, plop-plop-
"Unlike my brother, I don't have any good things. Guanyin was given to me by my father."
Su Miaoge lowered her head and was silent for a while. She smiled softly, her cheeks turned red, and she suddenly turned around and ran away.
Bai Zhu opened his eyes in confusion and opened his mouth.
