The beautiful woman in black threw the black umbrella in her hand into the air. Yang Zhao quickly threw the umbrella out and fixed it in the air with his spiritual power.
"Shan Zun, I'm leaving now."
Yang Zhao felt a force disconnect the spiritual power between her and the black umbrella, and the two umbrellas flew back leisurely.
The big man's voice that he heard when he first came sounded again.
"Senior, have a good journey. In the end, I will be involved in military matters, so it will be inconvenient to see you off."
"Shanzun, you don't have to be polite."
After saying this, the beautiful woman in black carried Yang Zhao and disappeared.
It took him faster to go back than when he came here, and Yang Zhao felt like half of his life was trapped inside.
When they stopped, she had no strength to run further. She collapsed on the ground and vomited directly.
But she had vomited not long ago, and there was no saliva in her stomach. This time, her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys hurt from vomiting.
The severe discomfort made Yang Zhao want to vomit his stomach and shake it, and physiological tears flowed down uncontrollably.
The beautiful woman in black took the body eight feet away, watching her vomiting with cold eyes, waiting for her to recover.
The great monk's graveyard was far away from Lijing. In order to save time, the beautiful woman in black broke through the space restrictions and moved there one after another.
Yang Zhao's cultivation level was too shallow and he couldn't bear even slight spatial vibrations.
Of course, the beautiful woman in black would never admit that she was harming Chi Yu.
After Yang Zhao cleaned himself up, he was able to observe his surroundings.
After turning around, she found that it was outside the city of Lijing.
The land is decorated with white snow, and the misty Junshu Lake can be seen in the distance.
For the first time, Yang Zhao experienced how comfortable it felt to breathe in the cold air into his lungs.
She walked towards the beautiful woman in black: "I made senior laugh again."
The beautiful woman in black took out the Qiankun bag from the alms bowl and weighed it in her hand. Get to the topic directly.
"The great monk wants to trouble you even if he wants to return to his hometown. He will repay the debt he owes. But you have to sign a contract with me and promise to send the great monk back to his hometown. Then this Qiankun bag will be yours."
Yang Zhao solemnly nodded in agreement.
"Okay, this junior will keep his promise."
The two people quickly signed a contract, and the beautiful woman in black collected the body of the great monk with an alms bowl.
"Then let Jian Yiqun be buried with him. At least we can be friends."
"This alms bowl and tin stick have been with him for countless years. These two treasures have long been connected with his mind, and he is familiar with his meaning, upholds his method, and inherits his ambition. Their meaning is the meaning of the great monk. He often chooses a cemetery. Ask them both, don’t ask about this body, it’s just a piece of rotten flesh.”
So that's the case, no wonder the great monk was able to express himself even if his soul was destroyed.
"Junior will definitely take care of this matter, senior, don't worry."
She couldn't handle it herself, but someone would handle it carefully.
Yang Zhao took the alms bowl and tin stick and asked.
"I wonder what the great monk's name is? Is he being hunted?"
The beautiful woman in black looked a little dazed.
"His dharma name...his dharma name is Zhikong, and he was born in Xuankong Temple. I don't know why he was being hunted. The people who were chasing him were also seriously injured at the time. When I arrived, I ate it in one bite, and the clues were immediately cut off. Well, after so many years, I won’t be able to find out the clues.”
Forehead……….
The key witness was eaten by herself...
"Senior, does Master Zhikong want to take on a disciple?"
"Apprentice? What do you want that for?"
In this world of cultivation, the master-disciple relationship is not the mainstream. The beautiful woman in black doesn't understand why Yang Zhao has this idea.
Yang Zhao used his spiritual power to hold up the yellow Qiankun bag.
"This bag of heaven and earth should contain the Buddhist teachings that Master Zhikong has studied. The scriptures he interpreted are all the hard work of the master during his lifetime. Find a Buddhist disciple to inherit his inheritance and carry forward the light..."
Before Yang Zhao finished speaking, the alms bowl rang by itself.
Well, it seems that the master is very satisfied with this plan.
The beautiful woman in black glanced at the bowl with disgust.
"Since he intends to accept a disciple, just follow him, but I don't care about this matter. Let him pay for it himself. Of course, if he lets me take a bite, I can pay for it."
The alms bowl is silent, respond with silence.
"snort!"
The beautiful woman in black disappeared, and only the cold snort reached Yang Zhao's ears.
She actually left so cleanly, and Yang Zhao's plan to establish friendship failed.
She put the tin stick into the yellow Qiankun bag, held the alms bowl in the Qiankun bag, passed the huge disinfection archway, and entered Lijing.
The Qiankun Bag was a funerary object. She really didn't want to stuff it into her arms, and she was also afraid that others would steal it if she dragged it with magic power, so she could only rest assured by holding it with her hands.
As soon as she entered the city, she smelled the aroma of food. Yang Zhao found a large restaurant, asked for a private room, ordered a table of special dishes and started eating.
Her head still hurts, her chest feels tight, and her whole body is clamoring for discomfort.
She had not wanted to eat in this situation before.
But this time, for some unknown reason, she felt the gnawing hunger during the Qi training period.
Yang Zhao hadn't felt this feeling for some days, but her body was still familiar with hunger as always, and worked hard to fill herself up to prepare for the next time she suffered from hunger.
There was not enough food on the table, so Yang Zhaoyou asked the second brother to serve half of the table.
These junior brothers are well-informed and are not new to the fact that Yang Zhao is a loser, and they will not look at her strangely.
Yang Zhao finally filled his stomach and bought two boxes of snacks from this restaurant to take home to eat.
When she arrived home, the small yard was silent. In the past, the yard was very lively with Xiaodou people running and jumping around.
But this time Yang Zhao sent all the Xiaodou monks to the beautiful woman in black. The courtyard was empty and there was no sound.
Yang Zhaomao entered the house where he lived and began to contact the rich and powerful people of the country.
She told the other party in detail.
The country is rich and the people are strong: "Monk Zhikong, another one has died. Apart from you, are there any living members of our family over there?"
Yang Zhao: "Well... I haven't seen them anyway. Maybe if I am a little higher in cultivation, I will meet those people?"
The country is rich and the people are strong: "This is a very important thing. Cultivators have a long life span. Logically speaking, you should be able to meet living people. If you can't meet any of them..."
It was as if she had been doused with cold water.
Yang Zhao: "That means someone is deliberately cleaning us up. My situation will be very dangerous."
After she came to the other world, she met a total of three members of her family.
Shen Ruoyu was buried in Yunyang Temple in Cangcheng. Yang Zhao didn't dare to ask about the cause of death, but it didn't look like he had died.
The great monk in the ruins of Haishi was directly killed and taken to the secret tunnel under the sea. All the cassocks and magical weapons on his body were taken away, leaving only a pair of bones.
And Master Zhikong......
