Chapter Five Hundred and Five Wanted That Has Ended Before It Started
"Dong...dong...dong..."
Some kind of melodious sound slowly sounded along with the smoke from the dining room.
Baitong was stunned, where did the bell come from?
The next moment, he realized that it might be the work of those senior brothers and sisters.
As early as when he was still in the Taoist temple, this topic had been discussed in the chat group of the Taoist juniors.
With the passage of time, the big clock that was once used to tell time has been given more religious and heritage colors.
More convenient communication methods are implemented in the lives of various Taoists in Taoist temples.
Of course, there are also meditators who are almost completely separated from the world as people in the world imagine.
Those are not necessarily practitioners, some of them are inheritors of true Taoism and thought.
Flying swords and talismans are just external material manifestations of thoughts and consciousness.
In the eyes of many people, it is not a real inheritance.
Because the only thing that can permeate the long years that are as long as a century is the thought of the supreme good as water and the great road of inaction.
Apart from that, they are roots and veins, not the core.
Of course, some people think:
Everything in the table is normal, but I just want to live forever.
Just like the ancient clock that was eliminated as the times changed, it was brought back by a group of young Taoists who said that "the style of painting is wrong."
Things keep changing back and forth, that's how things are in the world.
"Old ghost, why have you been silent for a long time?"
Baitong suddenly realized something, and he teased the old ghost in the sea of consciousness.
The old ghost ignored this young Taoist who, in its opinion, was still a cub.
It just stared at a certain mountain peak in the distance with a solemn expression.
In a realm where mortal eyes cannot peer into, certain dazzling lights are shining.
"Tsk."
It smacked its lips in disbelief, but said nothing more.
In this situation where the guy's feet are involved to a certain extent, it would be more appropriate to pretend to be dead.
Although I had already reported it before.
But the old ghost has always been very knowledgeable in this regard.
Then, it bowed its hand towards the bamboo forest in the mountains further away.
Although it doesn't have much sense in its heart towards these guardians of the final dharma.
Just because it seeks personal freedom and does not care about the suffering of all living beings.
But it can be regarded as accepting someone's love. After all, this old ghost is not an unscrupulous person.
"Is it a war drum?"
After hearing the sound of the bell, Irene Lespo subconsciously took out the weapon and said with some vigilance.
It's not that she is too sensitive, but as a warrior dancing on the blade, she must have this kind of immediate and keen reaction.
Although, this is indeed not an easy thing.
But after taking up arms, soldiers should have their own consciousness.
Therefore, warriors are actually not so suitable for an era of peace and stability.
Because, tranquility and peace will indeed make the hands holding the sword tremble.
But life is inherently contradictory. Except for those crazy guys, who wouldn’t like a peaceful and comfortable life?
"No, our drumbeats are not much different from yours. This is to start the meal... um, a ceremony?"
"You can think of it as a group of idle and bored guys pursuing a retro sense of ritual."
Baitong smiled, he felt very relaxed now.
Then, a scarlet message appeared on his retina:
"Warning! Based on some of your destiny, you are wanted by the multiverse-level force: Archibald (Legendary/Evil/Void)!"
"Warning! You may face the pursuit of evil camp players and local forces!"
Baitong was stunned for a moment, and the relaxed expression on his face disappeared.
The rest had blank faces.
ah?
Am I wanted?
Archibald?
why?
Baitong felt that he needed some time to sort it out.
And just when he opened the comprehensive network to check it with a solemn expression, a new prompt message appeared on his retina.
"Based on the latest legendary scene event - The Feeding of the Void Beast/Archibald's Scourge, multiverse-level forces: Archibald has been destroyed, and your wanted order has been cancelled."
Baitong:……
Between the rabbit and the falcon, he was indeed a little confused.
Although he has indeed participated in some high-intensity adventure activities over the years.
But the forces at the level of the multiverse have never been able to reach out to him, an extraordinary person who is not even a legend.
Baitong had some vague thoughts in his mind, so he asked the old ghost about it.
"normal."
After listening to Bai Tong's story, the old ghost said calmly.
Baitong glanced at the old ghost in the sea of consciousness suspiciously.
Your behavior is definitely not normal!
You didn't even take the opportunity to make a sarcastic comment!
"Don't think of me as boring, I'm just looking for something to talk about occasionally."
"I've lived for countless thousands of years. Do you think I'm still childish enough to enjoy bickering with you, a brat?"
The old ghost sneered and said.
Then, its expression became a little more solemn:
"According to the weird guys you know: this is the price."
"According to our words, that is: blessings and misfortunes."
After the old ghost finished speaking, he automatically entered mute mode.
No matter how much Baitong asked, he didn't speak.
Its performance made Bai Tong realize something.
As we all know, the old ghost will only remain silent on rare occasions...
At this moment, a Taoist boy happened to pass by.
When she saw Bai Tong, she stood there and thought for a while, then shouted happily:
"Junior Brother Baitong, you are back!"
Bai Qiang bowed to him, and then the two of them exchanged a few words.
Then, the Taoist boy looked at Yilin Lesbo beside Baitong.
"Who is this?"
"This is with my best friend, Irene Lespo, a brave and powerful polar warrior from another world."
Baitong smiled and introduced to the Taoist boy.
"This is my master's child, called Shi Hai. Even though she is young, she has some magical powers."
Baitong spoke to Yilin Lesbo again.
With the translation system of Zongwang, the two of them could communicate without any problems.
"Sister, where are you going?"
Suddenly Baitong looked at the package in Tao Tong's hand and asked strangely.
His place was not far from the mountain gate, and the master's Taoist boys rarely went out of the mountain.
I don't know if there is anything big going on.
"Please invite some of my friends to have tea."
"No, I won't talk nonsense with you. Senior Brother Yu is still waiting for me at the foot of the mountain. Don't waste the time."
The Taoist boy hurriedly waved his hand and hurried away again.
Baitong shook his head, confused.
Drink tea?
He can no longer drink these things.
If it is ordinary green tea, you can still drink it.
But speaking of it, Master seems to really like drinking tea.
At that time, after receiving this magic sword, the master also invited many friends to the back mountain to drink tea and discuss Taoism.
I just don’t know, what’s the taste of the bitter tea from the mountains behind?
