Yi Xifeng coughed up a ball of water from his mouth, and finally regained consciousness from his vague consciousness.
"Are you awake?!" the little monk squatted next to Yi Xifeng and said.
Yi Xifeng opened his eyes and looked around. Both the scene in front of him and the people around him were very unfamiliar. The young monk had a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his wrist. Although the people from the Pagoda Kingdom also had them on their hands, no one had shaved them.
Bald.
"Where...is this?"
"Donor, this is Tonghong Town. Donor, why did you fall off the pad?" the little monk asked, touching his little bald head.
"Donor?" Yi Xifeng's eyes suddenly widened and he sat up straight.
"I'll go, could this be the Ming Dynasty?"
"Donor, have you lost your memory?" The little monk was so frightened that he waved his hands and said, "Donor, it's none of my business that you lost your memory. I just saw you fall into the river and fished you out."
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Yi Xifeng shook his head and used the Nine Yang Divine Demonic Skill to evaporate the water vapor on his body. The little monk was surprised. He didn't expect that the drowning man he fished out was actually an expert?
"Thank you, young monk. I went out in a hurry today and didn't bring anything with me." Yi Xifeng rummaged through the cave and finally picked out a string of Buddhist beads from a pile of weapons and gave them to the young monk.
"It would be a waste to leave this string of prayer beads with me. I give it to you as a way of repaying the grace of saving my life."
The young monk touched his head and smiled happily. He did not refuse and reached out to take the beads.
"Amitabha, thank you donor."
Yi Xifeng smiled and nodded. He had examined this string of Buddhist beads with his soul. It just looked more beautiful. It was not a valuable thing in itself and would not bring disaster to the young monk.
"By the way, little monk, let me ask you something."
"Donor please."
"Where is the Tionghong Town you mentioned located in the Ming Dynasty?" This was Yi Xifeng's first visit to the Ming Dynasty, and it was also the first time he heard the name Tihong Town.
"Donor, our town is in the central and southern part of Daming Kingdom, and further north is Daming Temple."
Yi Xifeng: “…………”
He never expected that he would teleport directly from the Bamboo Forest to the southern part of the Ming Dynasty. The two places were tens of thousands of miles apart. Even if Yi Xifeng rushed back at the fastest speed, it would still take several days.
He hadn't figured it out when he was trapped in the Holy Tower. Now it seems that he must have forcibly broken through the third layer of barriers, causing the Holy Tower to collapse prematurely.
After bidding farewell to the young monk, Yi Xifeng went straight to Daming Temple. If he could borrow the teleportation array of Daming Temple, he could save some time.
Passing through a forest, a splendid temple hall appeared in front of us, which was very eye-catching from a distance. The hall is not high, but its scale is the largest among all the main halls Yi Xifeng has ever seen, even larger than the temple that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.
The Zhenwu Dao Hall is even bigger.
The main hall is surrounded by a red wall. Different from other capitals, Daming Temple does not have high walls, nor are there many harsh gate guards. There are only three monks standing at the door twisting Buddhist beads.
"I don't know if the Great Elder's order to open the city in the Ming Dynasty works well."
Approaching the gate, Yi Xifeng showed the city opening order. To his surprise, the three monks at the door did not recognize the city opening order.
"Amitabha, may I ask why the donor came to Daming Temple?"
Yi Xifeng was stunned for a moment, put away the city order in embarrassment, cupped his fists and said:
"My lord... Li Nian, a disciple of the Zhenwu Dao Hall, accidentally entered Tihong Town due to some reasons, and wants to borrow your sect's teleportation array to use it..."
Halfway through his words, Yi Xifeng suddenly remembered that the Holy War Hall was blocked and he could only teleport to other places.
"Return to the Far East."
The three Buddhist disciples looked at each other.
Disciples of the Zhenwu Dao Hall? Wandered into Tihong Town by mistake? Borrowed the teleportation array to return to the Far East Kingdom? These three things cannot be said to be completely unrelated. They are simply incompatible.
The three of them narrowed their eyes and looked at Yi Xifeng with vigilance.
"Our country, the Ming Dynasty, is thousands of miles away from the Zhenwu Dao Palace. If the donor is a disciple of the Zhenwu Dao Palace, why would he enter Tihong Town by mistake?"
"And since you are a disciple of the Zhenwu Dao Hall, why don't you go back to the Zhenwu Kingdom and go to the Far East Kingdom instead?"
"Isn't the donor trying to trick me?"
Yi Xifeng felt very helpless in his heart. Although he could prove his identity with the token from the Zhenwu Dao Hall, he really couldn't explain the first two things for a while.
The ban of the Holy War Hall is a secret. If it is released, it will definitely cause turmoil in the world. The Holy War Hall asked the six major sects to send troops to resist the endless barbarity. They made a heavy promise. What if they knew that the Holy War Hall was unable to fulfill its promise?
The Martial Arts Hall won't say anything, but with Luo Yun Sect's urinary nature, I'm afraid 80% of the time they will withdraw their troops and stop fighting.
Yi Xifeng showed his identity as a disciple of Zhenwu Dao Hall.
The three of them took the badge and checked it. It was indeed the work of the Zhenwu Dao Temple. But just revealing their identity was not enough to let them pass.
"Sorry, Donor Li, if you can't explain the reason, we still can't let him go."
Yi Xifeng sighed, and it seemed that he could only rush back on two legs. There was a demon kingdom between the Ming Dynasty and the countries in the Western Regions.
He definitely cannot go to the Demonic Kingdom. Whether it is the Demonic Sect or the Divine Sect, they all have a lot of grievances against him. Running there is simply asking for death. He can only choose to take a long detour from the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Beasts to the Far East Kingdom.
Then from the Far Eastern Kingdom to the Western Kingdoms.
Just as he was about to say goodbye and leave, a familiar voice suddenly came to his mind behind the three monks.
"Yi Xifeng? Why are you here?"
This man had white hair and two long knives hanging from his waist. Of course Yi Xifeng recognized him as Zhao Long, whom he had not seen for a long time.
One of the three monks at the door heard this and said, "Senior Brother Zhao Long, this benefactor personally said that his surname was Li. Are you afraid that you made a mistake?"
Zhao Long, who had white hair, frowned and was about to say something when a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Old Zhao, do me a favor and let me enter Daming Temple. Oh, by the way, my pseudonym is Li Nian now."
Although Zhao Long didn't know what Yi Xifeng was up to, he didn't think much about it.
"My name is Li Nian."
When the monk saw that Zhao Long knew the other person's name, he wondered: "Brother Zhao Long, do you know this person?"
"Well, this person is a good friend of mine, an old acquaintance."
When the three monks heard that he was Zhao Long's friend, they said, "Amitabha. Since he is a friend of senior brother Zhao Long, he must not be a suspicious person. Donor Li, I just apologized."
The three monks put their hands together, bent their bodies slightly, and performed a Buddhist salute to Yi Xifeng.
Yi Xifeng returned the favor with a fist in his arms, thanked Zhao Long, and then walked into the Daming Temple.
"I heard that you are now serving as the Marquis of Zhenbeiting in Futa Kingdom. Why are you here?"
Yi Xifeng sighed and spread his hands to express his helplessness.