Chapter six hundred and eighty fifth prosperity must decline
North of Jingzhou, on Longshou Mountain.
Tianjing City.
A middle-aged man wearing a white gown stood outside Lanke Building.
He stood quietly at the gate, clearly blocking the passers-by, but no one looked at him, and no one cared.
All pedestrians blocked by him would subconsciously go around them, but as if they didn't notice anything, they still went their own way.
Only the waiter waiting in the hall saw the man in white. He quickly put on a welcoming smile on his face and trotted over.
"The guest looks strange, are you here to find someone to play chess with? There are many guests waiting in the lobby on this floor. If you want to be quiet, there is a private room on the second floor."
"Come to ask something." The man in white said.
Hearing this, the boy suddenly realized and said quickly: "Please go to the third floor."
"Is your landlord here?"
The man in white asked as he took the next step, but he had already reached the stairs.
But the boy didn't realize it yet, he still smiled at the man in white and said: "Yes, yes, the host just came back a few days ago, sir, you are here."
After the words fell, the boy finally realized that the man in white in front of him had disappeared.
He turned around and saw the man disappearing around the corner of the stairs.
This is Tianjing City, and he has seen too many similar things, so he doesn't take it seriously.
"Another unscrupulous one." After pouting, the boy returned to his seat and began to continue his fishing business.
The third floor of Lanke Building.
There are already many people who want to inquire about the news waiting.
They all saw the appearance of the man in white, but didn't take it seriously. It wasn't until they saw the man in white walking straight towards the deepest wing belonging to the owner of Lanke Building that they finally changed their expressions.
"Friend, the guests inside haven't come out yet, don't break the rules of Lanke House."
Hearing this, the man in white stopped.
He remained unsmiling and just nodded slightly towards the person who reminded him.
"I haven't been here for a long time, thank you for reminding me."
"You are Welcome."
After thanking him, the man in white waited quietly at the door.
After a while, the door to the wing opened.
Just as the guests inside were about to come out and the next guest was about to go in, the man in white took a step forward.
"How dare you cut in line here?!" The monk who was cut in line was furious, but soon he became speechless.
Because he saw the Tongbao Ling handed over by the man in white.
Tongbao Ling, the certificate of Tongbao Bank affiliated to Supervisor Tiansi, one token can be worth 10,000 Yuan Crystal, and it can be used unimpeded in the monks’ cities across Kyushu.
"Please." The monk who was furious just now accepted the Tongbao Order and almost bent down to the ground.
He couldn't afford to mess with the person who casually took out 10,000 yuan crystals and used it to squander him.
If you get benefits, your face and integrity mean nothing.
"Sorry." The man in white nodded, then turned and entered the side room.
After closing the door, the room became extremely dark.
It was pitch black in front of him, except for the table and chair in front of him, which had a little light shining down from above. On the other side of the table and chair, the owner of Lanke Building, whose appearance could not be seen clearly, was sitting upright.
Unlike other guests who came, the host said nothing and only waited for the other party to speak.
Seeing this man in white, the owner of Lanke Building took the initiative to speak out.
"It's so funny, even you can't sit still? Bai Su, if you don't stay on the third floor, what are you doing down here?"
The lower three floors of Tianjing City are filled with monks' families and merchants, while the middle three floors are the headquarters of various chambers of commerce, or places like Lanke Building.
As for the upper three floors, only Yuanshen monks are qualified to enter. It is also the pinnacle of Jiuzhou monks. It is Longshou Mountain, the place where the dragon veins in the north converge, and the place with the strongest spiritual energy.
"Master Jian, it's been a long time." Bai Su replied, "I'm here to ask something. I can't figure it out at home, and I can't find anyone to ask."
Host Jian smiled slightly, everyone here is here to ask questions.
"Just ask."
Bai Su nodded, and the expression on his face became a little more solemn.
In this dark room, there was a strange light in his eyes.
"I still have a chance."
As soon as he spoke, Bai Su saw the host Jian opposite him raise his hand.
"Think carefully before asking. There are some costs you can't afford." Host Jian said.
Hearing this, Bai Su seemed to realize something, stood up and bowed slightly to say thank you.
After sitting down again, he pursed his lips and asked, "Is my sister okay?"
"Excellent." Host Jian smiled and narrowed his eyes. Obviously, the other party's question was not beyond his expectation.
Bai Su's face looked a bit uglier.
"Then" he hesitated and opened his mouth, but could not speak.
"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Lord Jian waved his hand, he already understood what the other party meant.
Bai Su was a little surprised. Is there any truth in this matter?
"What's the lie?"
"The lie is that you are from the Bai family. It is hard to find anyone in the Nine Provinces who is more blessed than you. And your neighbor is the lord of the Nine Provinces, but he is always wary of you. This already means something."
"If you give up your family's ruthless ways, there is always the possibility of going further."
Upon hearing this, Bai Su's pupils suddenly shrank.
"Is this a lie?! She Bai Ling can do it, but I can't?"
Host Jian ignored Bai Su's sudden loss of composure.
"You are so unscrupulous in calling His Holiness by his first name."
"What about the truth?" Bai Su turned a deaf ear and asked again.
"Truth. Compared to Lingzun, you are not determined enough. You regard the Bai family's tradition as everything. Your hands are stained with the blood of your loved ones. This will be your inner demon and your shackles. Speak slowly, Lingzun.
She is at her peak, and even if she is really raining blood one day in the future, it will be difficult for you to go any further."
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge momentum suddenly escaped from Bai Su's body.
If you only look at it with the naked eye, the surrounding space seems to be distorted.
But under the terrifying aura of a cultivator at the pinnacle of Taoism, the tables, chairs and benches in the room, as well as the old god's presence, did not change at all.
"Master Bai, you have lost your composure."
Master Jian said casually, and in an instant, the momentum around him disappeared without a trace.
Bai Su suddenly came back to his senses, and when he looked at Master Jian again, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat.
He stood up and bowed to the end.
"This is rude to me as a junior. I hope Mr. Jian will not blame you."
"Oh, if I dare to blame you, those two old guys in your family will probably come to trouble me."
"Where is it?"
Bai Su calmed down and sat down again.
"Then there is only the second question."
"Just ask."
"After the Nine Provinces, who is the lord of the world?"
Hearing this, Host Jian smiled.
"Master Bai, you are here to take my life, right?"
Host Jian tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
And Bai Su already had four more words in his mind.