Next to Mrs. Yinshan, Song Chi, who only had his soul body left, his eyes flashed, but in the end he remained silent.
He knew that at this moment, no matter how he argued, it would be useless.
"How did you find me? Is it that cat?"
Mrs. Yinshan blinked, as delicate as a girl: "Sure enough, we should kill it."
"It's called Yu Chan. If you kill it, the Zuo and Xie families will go crazy."
The divine foot monk Guanghui looked dull:
"Since I'm just here to pick up the reincarnation of your lover, then let Du Shaozhi and the local officials go."
He looked at Song Chi, as majestic as a lion opening his eyes:
"Why, do you still want to kill your master?"
There was silence in the air for a moment, and for a long time, Song Chi waved his hand feebly:
"Let it go."
From today on, my already bad reputation will be added to my reputation for collusion and treachery.
Although even his understanding of the beginning and end of everything is unclear.
Mrs. Yinshan smiled and shook the scroll gently.
The ancient painting was originally a depiction of her appearance, but instead Du Shaozhi and the local official appeared.
As the picture scroll shook, the two people immediately floated out of the picture. Their bodies, as flat as paper, expanded and plumped little by little, and finally completely returned to their original appearance in the black mist.
"Damn it!"
The local official touched the unsheathed sword behind his back with a look of horror on his face.
As soon as Fang met him, before he could ask any questions, he was captured by Madam Yinshan in the painting.
All means were not used, and he even had no time to draw his sword.
"A woman's kindness will kill you sooner or later."
The magic-footed monk Guanghui looked at Du Shaozhi who was silent and shook his head slightly. He was holding an unopened green silk bone umbrella.
Guanghui turned to Mrs. Yinshan again and said slightly seriously:
"Since Madam has fulfilled her wish, I wonder when she will return to Yinshan?"
"Yinshan? Why should I go back?" Mingli woman smiled softly, with a playful look on her face.
Guang Hui silently recited the Buddha's name and suddenly raised her head.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Countless sounds of golden swords rolled in. This sound was as real as it rolled in, twisting the heaven and earth into a powerful force.
Countless vacuum passages suddenly appeared and exploded together. Guang Hui stepped slowly, and the sound of thunder and drums exploded with his steps.
He is like the sacred Buddha sitting upright on Mount Sumeru, but also like an empty phantom.
Hungry ghosts, asuras, vajras, giant lions, celestial dragons, yakshas, etc. surrounded him, and they all prostrated themselves to worship Guanghui. A boundless dharma realm enveloped the sky above Fenyin City.
Storm is coming!
In the garden, Wu Xian, who was meditating with his eyes closed, raised his head in shock.
"Then let's fight!"
With a bang, the whole world rolled up.
The sound may be solemn, or ethereal, or violent, or peaceful. It echoes above Qingming for a long time, like the sound of thunder.
"What a fighting monk!"
Mrs. Yinshan sneered again and again, but did not take action easily.
Most of Guang Hui's murderous intent was focused on Song Chi, and no one in the world could avoid the lightning strike from the divine foot power.
When she became more and more angry and the war was about to break out.
Suddenly, Mrs. Yinshan's expression stiffened.
She looked indifferent and clenched her slender fingers.
In the distant South China Sea, an old eye was looking at her calmly.
The immortal...
She cursed secretly, and finally lowered her raised hand slowly.
"Go away, stop fighting!"
She raised her face, cursed at the majestic figure like a giant Buddha, and stamped her feet like a little girl.
"Good."
All kinds of visions were like watery dreamy shadows, suddenly shattered and disappeared. Guanghui's expression remained dull and his eyes were indifferent.
At that moment, he also sensed that look in Nanhai's eyes.
"I'll go back to Yinshan in a minute, so get out of here, Baldhead!"
"Amitabha."
Guanghui hesitated for a moment and finally spoke:
"Does Madam also believe in reincarnation?"
He pointed at Song Chi, but his tone was uncharacteristically sincere:
"How did Madam know that Song Chi is the reincarnation of your lover?"
"It's none of your business!" Mrs. Yinshan raised her eyebrows, "Get out!"
An angry look appeared on Guang Hui's face, and she was almost about to explode on the spot, but she still managed to suppress her anger, snorted coldly, and then disappeared.
With Mr. Xuanwen here, there is no need for him to do anything else here.
"Then I'll resign too."
The local official paid tribute to Du Shaozhi, who had been silent.
Next, it is about the two masters and apprentices. As an outsider, it is naturally difficult for him to get involved.
After both of them left one after another, only Du Shaozhi's master and apprentice and a lady from Yinshan were left above Qingming.
Song Chi took two steps back in fear. He had always been able to deal with Guang Hui's attacks calmly.
At this moment, I couldn't help but tremble all over.
Scenes from the past came to mind, and he sometimes clenched his fists and sometimes frowned. Under the excitement, his eyes were faintly red.
When he couldn't help crying or laughing, hold him gently with one hand.
Song Chi was startled. He turned his face to the side, and the beautiful woman looked at him worriedly.
"How did you..."
He said in a hoarse voice: "How do you know that I am the reincarnation of your lover? Reincarnation? Do you really believe in reincarnation?"
After he saw the weird scene deep in the purple mist, the woman suddenly appeared in front of him and grabbed him.
This is just an ancient painting I randomly picked up at a stall.
I never expected that she would be the most mysterious person in the world—Mrs. Yinshan!
Until the moment he was captured, Song Chi felt like he was in a dream.
"I just know it!"
The notorious Shigui waved her hand coquettishly like a little girl:
"You were hidden by your Confucian luck before, so I couldn't find you."
She narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly: "I have been looking for you for a long time. Fortunately you were kicked out, otherwise it would have taken me a long time to find you."
It’s so…ridiculous…
Song Chi felt a sense of confusion in his heart. Such a mysterious figure looked like a girl in front of him.
He twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled slowly.
At this time, there are still people who can care about me. This feeling seems to have not happened for a long time.
"What on earth did you do?"
She glanced warily at Du Shaozhi, who had been silent, and whispered to Song Chi:
"Is that your master? Why do those holy places and aristocratic families seem to hate you?"
Song Chi's eyes flashed, he raised his eyes and suddenly gently clenched the sneaky hand beside him.
"ah?"
She screamed and was startled. When she realized what had happened, her cheeks turned red and she held Song Chi harder with joy.
"Of course..."
Song Chi's palms unconsciously exerted force and trembled slightly. He looked at the man who had been silent and tightened his grip even more, as if trying to draw courage from that hand.
"Although I failed, it is true..."
After a long silence, Song Chi suddenly laughed at himself: "But it is indeed a major event that nourishes the people of the world!"
This sound was particularly loud, almost like a roar, like the explosion of thunder.
Du Shaozhi, who had been silent all this time, was finally disturbed. He calmly looked at his disciple who had been separated for hundreds of years, and even his voice was calm:
"When you were expelled from Yedu, I left Master's jade pendant to you."
His voice paused:
"Tell me, what did you see in the purple mist?"
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While Du Shaozhi was talking to Song Chi, an unknown number of miles away from Fenyin, a bright golden light cut through the layers of clouds like a shooting star.
In the golden light, Wuhui, who was sleeping soundly with his chest and back exposed, suddenly jumped up, and also startled Baizhu, who was meditating for luck.
"Uncle Shenzu!"
Wuhui Zhenqi showed up and transformed into a monk's robe, covering his body in panic.
Bai Shu looked back and saw a middle-aged monk in his forties with an unremarkable face standing in the void.
"Uncle Shenzu." Wuhui greeted him with a sneer, "Why are you here, uncle?"
