The air fell into dead silence for a moment.
The two looked at each other for more than ten seconds. Chen Yi tried to find traces of lies on Lao Fo's face, but unfortunately, Lao Fo did not lie. What he said was actually true:
"she…"
"Be careful what you say."
The old Buddha replied: "In a few days, the poor monk will arrange a guide for you, and he will help you go deep into the underworld. Everything you want to know is there."
"Um…"
"That's fine."
Chen Yi hesitated to speak, and finally nodded and said, "Thank you very much. I never owe you cause and effect. You have the communication sword talisman. In a life-or-death situation, I can take action once."
"Amitabha, Your Excellency has mercy."
The old Buddha clasped his hands together and bowed slightly: "This meeting was too hasty and I was caught off guard. Until next time, I will prepare a generous gift for you in advance to show my respect."
"See you later."
Finished.
Chen Yi's feet glowed with golden light, and they flew away without any hesitation.
a long time.
The golden light diffused the vision, and the frightening sword energy could no longer be sensed.
The old Buddha came to his senses.
He let out a long breath, and the tense nerves relaxed for a moment. Then, as if all the energy in his body was drained, his legs went weak and he collapsed directly on the ground.
His methods are uncanny, he has no taboos and is moody, and accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger.
Although Chen Yi claimed that he intended to form an alliance, his actions still put great pressure on him. It is no exaggeration to say that he was almost scared out of his wits along the way.
If he makes one wrong move, he will be greeted by a bleak ending with his head falling to the ground. He will not even have a chance to resist and escape, and the disparity will be absolutely overwhelming.
“Well, I don’t know how much of his so-called cooperation is true or false.
Sitting in a daze.
At dawn, with the sun rising in the east, the old Buddha stood up shakily, holding on to the ancient tree beside him, brushing off the dust from his clothes, and murmured to himself: "However, it is always right to prepare for a rainy day."
"This man is extremely gifted and talented, especially in the sword tradition. As far as I know, almost no one can match him. If he can be matched, there is no need to worry about great things happening..."
As soon as the crisis was over, the desire to win over was born.
have to say.
This old Buddha's scheming is truly terrifying.
…
One hundred thousand mountains.
Returning to the ruined temple, Chen Yi sorted out what he had gained from his trip.
first.
As for the origin of Rakshasa Blood and the Lingshan Change, we have a general direction of exploration. Starting from this aspect, many conspiracies will surely come to light one day.
Secondly.
With a vague understanding of the overall power division of the era, the chess players gradually emerged one by one, and it was no longer a passive situation where the enemy was in the dark and we were clear.
certainly.
Even so, he still cannot take it lightly. After all, as arrogant as he is, he is just a pawn in this chess game of heaven and earth, insignificant and controlled by others.
Only in the realm of gods can one have the ability to control one's own destiny.
"The projection of the ghost gate of Changshengtian, the first ghost king to set foot in the real world, the monk who secretly contacted Xue Fengdao, and the secret of the resurrection of Qianye and others..."
Chen Yi looked into the distance with deep eyes: "There are many things, I have to go down and see them before making a decision. Well, there is also a problem with the Manzhu Shahua in the Cherry Blossom Kingdom."
It is clear that one can stay rooted in the underworld forever and remain immortal, but yet he has to descend to the human world and survive by devouring the essence of life. This is completely contrary to the survival instinct.
Just like the difference between humans and plants.
Humans have to consider various factors when choosing habitats, but plants consider very simple and clear things: they will live wherever they are more suitable for development and reproduction.
Their survival instinct does not include any sense of aesthetics. The death energy of the underworld is more suitable for them than the vitality of living people, so they will not leave the underworld casually.
