A few hours later, the three of them arrived above an island.
This is an extremely ordinary island with first-level spiritual energy. It is home to millions of mortals and a large number of low-level monks.
Any monks with better conditions will go to the second-level islands. Those who stay on the first-level islands are basically Sanwu monks like Pei Hua who accept their fate.
A large number of people gathered on the beach, all working out at sea.
Some monks walked on water or flew on magic weapons, which attracted everyone's attention and admiration.
Xie Huanfei landed on a large rock and looked at the sea. It seemed that he was caught in this area.
Blue and silver light bloomed in his eyes, he looked around, then slowly closed his eyes, thinking carefully about the situation at that time.
Suddenly he opened his eyes suddenly, and the silver light in his pupils seemed to become a little brighter. He stared at the sea around him and shot out two frightening rays of light.
Xu Wei had been following him. Ever since she asked him how he entered Tianhuang Palace, Xie Huan remained silent, making her confused and unable to figure out the situation. At this moment, she felt something was wrong, so she immediately came forward and asked with concern: "Brother, what's wrong?"
Xie Huan's insightful eyes were constantly analyzing the sea water scenes on all sides, as if he had seen something extremely incredible, and murmured to himself: "Impossible, impossible!"
At this time, there was a Sanwu monk chasing a spiritual fish in the distance. His feet were running wildly on the water. He held a spear in his left hand and made a hand with his right hand. He kept pointing towards the water surface and splashed out with "bang bang bang".
The spirit fish is about one foot long, as narrow as a willow leaf, flashing graceful curves as it dodges in the water.
Suddenly the spirit fish's body shook, and it broke out of the water and was taken into Xie Huan's hands.
"Who are you? Steal my spiritual fish!"
The monk was startled when he saw someone. He quickly raised his spear and became alert.
Xie Huan looked at the spiritual fish, with a faint luster surging on its scales. He frowned slightly, looked at the monk and asked, "Is this the Floating Dust Island?"
"Of course it is."
The monk replied, looking at the fish in Xie Huan's hand, and shouted: "Give me the fish back."
He didn't dare to step forward.
The other party can catch the spirit fish with just one grab. His cultivation level is unfathomable, and he may be far above himself.
And it looks very strange.
He remembered that Sanwu monks often disappeared, and he couldn't help but become nervous.
Xie Huan threw the fish directly to him and asked: "Is this sea area rich in clams?"
The monk caught the fish and was overjoyed. He hurriedly put it in his bag and said with a smile: "Senior, I was joking. Fuchen Island is rich in this kind of fish, and I have never heard of spiritual clams being produced."
Xie Huan's hand trembled imperceptibly, and his fingers immediately clenched, holding it behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Can't you produce spiritual clams?"
"Not giving birth."
The monk said with certainty: "I have lived on this island for more than sixty years and I have never seen a single spiritual clam."
At this time, several other monks noticed that there was something going on here, and they all came closer.
The monk talked to everyone, and everyone shook their heads: "It doesn't produce spiritual clams."
Xie Huan felt a chill rush straight to his forehead, and he asked with an ugly face: "Then have you ever heard of a monk named Pei Hua?"
"Pei Hua?"
Everyone looked confused.
The previous monk said: "It shouldn't be a monk from Fuchen Island, right? If it is from this island, I will definitely recognize it. I have never heard of this name."
"What about Meng Nian, Yang Gong, and Jia Siqi?"
Xie Huan calmly asked for three more names.
The monk was stunned, and several other monks also looked strange. The monk pointed at himself and said, "This is Yang Gong." He then pointed at the other two people: "He is Meng Nian, and he is Jia Siqi."
This time Xie Huan's face turned even uglier.
He stared at the man named Meng Nian, took a deep breath, and asked, "Don't you recognize Pei Hua?"
The man named Meng Nian, who was about thirty years old, wore a patched Taoist robe, and had a sad stubble on his face. Xie Huan stared at him all over, shaking his head and saying, "I don't recognize him."
Several monks gathered together nervously, made eye contact with each other, and then tried their best to escape.
"Brother, what happened?"
Xu Wei felt that Xie Huan's condition was getting worse and worse, so she stepped forward and asked worriedly.
Xie Huan looked up at the sky, then at the huge island, and then at the monks who escaped.
The three people he mentioned were all companions in Pei Hua's memory, especially the one named Meng Nian, who had borrowed five low-grade spiritual stones from Pei Hua back then. Later, he saw them in the mine of Tianhuang Palace and was He lost his limbs and lay on the ground, picking up minerals in his mouth.
Now the names are there, but the people are completely different.
All memories changed?
Xie Huan felt cold for no reason.
As soon as his figure flashed, he flew towards the island.
After a while, they arrived at Pei Hua's home.
Those houses are still there, just like in the memory, but there are people living in them.
Xie Huan ducked down and noticed four people, all of them mortals.
Two elderly parents, the old man was knocking boards in the backyard, repairing a big boat, the old woman was cooking something to eat, soup was bubbling out of the pot, and there was a boy and a girl, cutting them up with a kitchen knife. Sea fish, ready to be dried.
Xie Huan frowned and went straight to the backyard. He was stunned for a moment and found that the tomb he had erected was gone.
"who is it?"
The old man was repairing the boat when he suddenly noticed that there was someone else in the yard. He immediately put down the iron tool in his hand and shouted alertly.
Xie Huan glanced at the old man and asked, "Excuse me, is this Pei Hua's home?"
"What Pei Hua?"
The old man glared and said, "This is my home, Yang Zimin."
He paused, then suddenly thought of something: "Pei Hua?"
Xie Huan said hurriedly: "Yes, Pei Hua." and drew these two characters in his hand.
"These two words look familiar. It's strange. I've seen them somewhere."
The old man thought for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up, he pointed at Xie Huan and shouted: "I remembered, a few years ago there was an inexplicable tomb in my yard, with several names written on it, ending with Pei Huali! Mom! Yes, who is so wicked as to erect a tomb in my home? It’s really a lightning strike from the sky, and I will not die a good death!”
The old man yelled and cursed, then stared at Xie Huan and said, "Isn't it standing upright?"
Xie Huan: "..."
"Is it really your fault?"
The old man immediately stood on end and picked up the iron tools on the ground.
At this time, the old woman, the boy and the girl were all alarmed, and they all ran to the backyard: "What's going on?"
"You have something to say."
Xie Huan took out five low-grade spiritual stones and placed them on the chair.
There was a sudden silence in the courtyard, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the spirit stone.
The young man couldn't help but exclaimed: "Spiritual stone! It's really a spiritual stone!"
The old man trembled all over and looked at Xie Huan, his eyes filled with fear: "Sir, is this an immortal master?"
Xie Huan didn't know how to answer for a while, or in other words, he didn't know what he was going to say. He just felt that everything was like a dream.
Everything in front of him is unreal, or is Pei Hua's memory unreal?
"Master Immortal, please spare your life, Master Immortal, please spare your life."
The old woman suddenly knelt down and kowtowed desperately: "Our family is honest and honest. We have never had any grudges with others or offended the immortal master. We hope the immortal master will spare his life."
The young man hurriedly helped the old woman up, looked at Xie Huan in fear, and suddenly said: "Is the immortal master my brother's friend?"
"Your brother?"
Xie Huan's pupils narrowed: "Who is your brother?"
"My brother's name is Yang Shan, and he used to be a monk. My parents, my sister, and I worked hard and lived frugally to support my brother's cultivation alone.
"Brother really lived up to expectations. He cultivated spiritual energy a few years ago and became an immortal master.
"But not long after, my brother got up early one day and said that the early bird catches the worm and that he was going to the sea to make some money, and then he never came back."
After the young man finished speaking, his eyes instantly turned red.
Several other people also had sad faces, and the old woman even cried "woo woo".
Xie Huan took out a pen and paper, drew Pei Hua's initial appearance, showed it in front of several people, and asked, "Is this what Yang Shan looks like?"
Several people took a look and all shook their heads and said no.
The girl knew how to draw, took the paper and pen, and after thinking about it for a while, she drew a young man who was completely different from Pei Hua. He had small eyes, a square chin, and was extremely ordinary. He was exactly like the old man and young man in front of him. There are six similarities.
Xie Huan took a few glances, then burned the two paintings directly in his hands, and took out ten low-grade spiritual stones and placed them on the ground. He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. The figure disappeared in a flash.
He didn't even know how he left, and his heart became heavier and heavier.
The sun shines on the body, but there is no warmth at all, as cold as winter.
Haishan was watching from a distance at first, but now Xu Wei was watching from behind. She could tell that Xie Huan was a little lost, but she didn't say anything to him, so she had no choice but to follow behind.
Pei Hua's memory... is all wrong.
Is there such a person as Pei Hua?
No, there must be one. If not, then who is the original owner of my body at this moment?
But what happened to the memory?
It was not entirely wrong. Fuchen Island was there, Meng Nian and the others were there, and the "home" in Pei Hua's memory was also there. His parents and younger siblings provided for him to practice, and then he went to sea early and disappeared.
Xie Huan slowly calmed down.
It was his principle not to panic when things happened, but what happened this time was so weird that he lost his mind for a moment, and then he slowly regained his composure.
The key questions now are two questions:
1. Who is this body? Or who is Pei Hua? There is no such person on Fuchen Island, so where does this person come from?
2. What’s going on with Pei Hua’s memory? It seems a bit like Yang Shan's memory, but not at all.
Xie Huan thought for a while and couldn't figure out what to do, but no matter who Pei Hua was, no matter who the original owner of this body was, it was his own now, there was no doubt about it.
Secondly, my memory is correct. After coming out of Tianhuang Palace, I did come to this island and set up a tomb. These are all correct. The only thing that is wrong is Pei Hua's memory.
Maybe the problem lies in—Tianhuang Palace!
Xie Huan frowned, but now he can't be found in Huangdian today.
He returned to the beach, closed his eyes slightly, and then ran on the water.
It is the memory path left behind when Pei Hua was arrested. Even if this path is wrong, follow it and see where it ends.
(End of chapter)
