In the simple Buddhist hall, Li Muzi rarely chanted sutras and chanted Buddha's name. He sat upright in an armchair, pressed his hands on the table, and spread out the map of Daxia in front of him.
His eyes have been falling on the Miao border area, especially the Mohist village, which he painted with a red pen, making it particularly eye-catching.
"In the past, there were signs of the fall of the True Phoenix Star. Later, Ji Xuanqing ordered Tang Jingyue to bring the Thirty-six Kunlun Swords to support him, even if he did not hesitate to take away 20% of Kunlun's luck and take the Taixuan Sword with him." Li Muzi said to himself.
: "Is the person with the True Phoenix destiny really Lingxi?"
"With her level as a second-grade Heavenly Spiritist, what exactly did she encounter? And what could make her almost lose her life?"
"Tang Jingyue couldn't use the Taixuan Sword, so Su Xinglan also went to Mojiazhai. Oh, no wonder the spies he sent disappeared without a trace. He is indeed Madman Su."
Li Muzi was very interested and had no compassion for the dead disciples as Buddhism does to save all sentient beings.
He tapped the table with his middle finger and said in a brisk rhythm: "It stands to reason that the Thirty-Six Swords of Kunlun and Su Xinglan appear together. I really shouldn't have greedy thoughts anymore. But this opportunity is once in a lifetime. If you miss it this time, there will be no next time."
"If Kunlun can retreat unscathed, I will stand still. If Kunlun kills one thousand enemies and loses eight hundred, wouldn't this give me an excellent opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop?"
"In gambling, you have to give it a try."
Li Muzi stopped tapping and snapped his fingers.
"Crunch."
The wooden door was pushed open, and a middle-aged monk wearing bright yellow robes walked in with his head lowered.
Li Muzi said decisively: "Inform the third elder, fifth elder, sixth elder, and eighth elder and ask the four of them to rush to Mojiazhai. It depends on the situation. If possible, I hope to hear good news."
The middle-aged monk was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "Are you sure?"
"No." Li Muzi said simply: "Finding wealth in danger is what my master taught me."
The middle-aged monk reminded: "The abbot also taught you that if you are too young and can't bear it, you will mess up your big plans."
"There is no conflict between the two." Li Muzi said with a smile: "It's just a matter of bothering the four elders to make a trip. If it works, it's best. If it doesn't, we won't lose anything."
The middle-aged monk changed the subject and said: "Daomen and Ziwei are standing still. In the final analysis, they are still afraid of Su Xinglan."
Li Muzi put away the map on the table and said mockingly: "The battle for destiny has just begun, and it has not reached the point of life and death. It is normal for the major forces to wait and see each other."
"Crazy Su is certainly scary, but compared to a group of people whose luck has dried up, which one do you think is more terrifying?"
"People are forced out, take your time, don't rush."
Li Muzi yawned and said sleepily: "By the way, it's boring to just be a Buddhist monk. Let Bai Nanxian light the fire. I don't mind sharing the true phoenix luck with him."
The middle-aged monk hesitated and said: "Where's Duan Zuoquan of Xuanmen? Do you want to give me some guidance?"
"It's for free." Li Muzi stood up from the chair, walked to the futon and knelt down and said: "Fifteen years ago, Ji Qingchi was pierced by Su Xinglan's sword. Do you think he still has the courage to take the initiative?
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The middle-aged monk muttered: "Xuanmen sent many spies to Mojiazhai."
"Well, Duan Zuoquan's order is not the same as Ji Qingji's order." Li Muzi knocked on the wooden fish and waved his hand: "Go ahead, I have to do my homework."
The middle-aged monk stepped back with a smile and carefully closed the door.
Li Muzi picked up the dagger in the corner and cut his wrist. Seeing the blood seeping out, he hungrily put his mouth on it.
After a long while, I heard him say quietly: "The blood of outsiders is always more fragrant."
On the incense table, the golden statue of Sakyamuni Buddha has a smile on its lips and an awe-inspiring aura.
