Outside the White Horse Temple.
"Xuan Zang, cheer up."
Li Daoxuan supported Xuanzang, who was about to fall into coma, and sat under a locust tree. He held the yellow talisman in his hand and attached it to his body.
"Xuan Zang, what's wrong with you?"
A beautiful figure walked out of the locust tree, it was Xiaotang holding an umbrella. As a ghost, she could not enter the White Horse Temple, so she stayed outside and possessed herself in the dark locust tree.
She stretched out her hand to hug Xuanzang, but as soon as her palm touched Xuanzang's body, she let out a painful groan, as if she had touched live coals.
Li Daoxuan noticed that just now, the word 'Buddha' on Xuanzang's palm flickered.
"Xiaotang, don't be impatient."
Li Daoxuan comforted her and then recited the incantation.
"However, the illness prolongs the life. I follow the five mountains and know the eight seas. The demon king puts his head down. Guard me. The evil will dissipate and the filth will disappear. The Tao will last forever. Be as urgent as the law and order!"
As the Talisman of Immortality turned into golden light and escaped into Xuanzang's body, his breathing finally calmed down and his whole body regained some energy. However, the word 'Buddha' in the palm of his right hand still did not dissipate.
Li Daoxuan wondered why Huitong and Huichan became believers of the ghost fetus but did not have this Buddhist character in their hands. Instead, Xuanzang, who adhered to his true heart, was branded with this mark?
Could it be that in the eyes of that ghost, there was something special about Xuanzang?
"Brother...can't kill..."
Xuanzang's voice was a little weak, but extremely firm.
"So, the ghost fetus you saw with your eyes is really...Master Sanle?"
Li Daoxuan asked with a frown.
Xuanzang's eyes were complicated and he said: "According to my familiarity with Master, that fetus... does look a bit like my Master."
"Brother, although I am not completely sure, I am 80% sure that he... is my master."
Xuanzang clenched his fists, feeling a little confused.
He admired his master very much. With his master's nature, he would never do such a thing as reincarnating as a ghost to confuse other people's minds. However, the iron-clad facts were right in front of him, and he couldn't help but not believe it.
"Brother, Master... he must have some difficulties, right?"
Xuanzang held Li Daoxuan's hand tightly, as if grasping the last straw.
Li Dao
He sorted out the cause and effect in his mind.
When he first saw Guifei last night, he felt that he vaguely resembled Sanle, but he couldn't be sure, so he thought about going back to Xuanzang to have another look.
Xuanzang lived with Master Sanle since he was a child, and he also had a pair of natural Buddhist wisdom. If there is anyone in the world who can tell whether the ghost fetus is Master Sanle, that person must be Xuanzang.
This is why Li Daoxuan didn't want to get entangled with Huichan last night and was anxious to go back to find Xuanzang.
He wanted to confirm his suspicion, and now it was indeed confirmed.
"Master Sanle... Moro..."
Li Daoxuan thought about these two names, and then thought of Xuanzang's nightmare, in which Master Sanle was eating his own arm. He felt that there was a vague connection between the two.
"Xiaotang, you take care of Xuanzang here, and I'll go pick up Changle."
Li Daoxuan gave the order and prepared to go back and pick up Changle from the White Horse Temple first, but at this moment, his ears moved and he heard a noise not far away.
"Luoyang is over, Luoyang is over!"
"This old beggar smells really bad, and he also likes to talk nonsense. I'm afraid he's not a lunatic!"
"He is making a lot of noise here in the Pure Land of Buddhism. Aren't he afraid of disturbing the Buddha and Bodhisattva?"
"Quick, throw him out!"
…
A figure was thrown out of the door by several monks from the White Horse Temple. He was in rags, his body was covered with thick black sores, his hair was unkempt, and his white hair was covered with dirt. He could be asked questions from a few feet away. Pungent odor.
The old beggar patted his butt and stood up, turning a blind eye to the disdainful looks around him.
"Pooh!"
He spat thick phlegm in front of the White Horse Temple and said with a disdainful expression: "You are superficial and ignorant. Luoyang is going to be over soon. The old beggar didn't want this thousand-year-old temple to be destroyed in one day, so he went out of his way to tell you. You don’t even appreciate it, bah!”
He was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of thick phlegm.
A stench came over him, and the thick yellow-brown phlegm smelled so shocking that people around him covered their noses.
"Fellow fellows, Luoyang is going to be over, and you will be a bunch of dead people in a while. Listen to the old beggar's advice and go back and prepare the coffin quickly. If you are late, you won't be able to grab it!"
"Eat more good food, and spend all the money you have saved at home. After all, you can't take it with you after you die. Of course, if you can't spend it all, you can also pay homage to the old beggar. It doesn't take a lot, just buy me one to burn. Just chicken…”
These words were like a curse, making the onlookers angry. They glared at the old beggar, and some of them even picked up the mud on the ground and threw it at him.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
Facing the dirty yellow mud, the old beggar refused to hide and even laughed.
"Smash it, smash it, the yellow mud is an external object, but it falls on me and becomes a lotus flower, hahaha!"
He laughed three times and walked away covered in filth. His crazy look made people wonder if he was possessed by evil spirits.
But no one noticed that the two mouthfuls of thick phlegm he just spit out turned into two toads and quietly jumped into the temple...
The old beggar walked to a secluded pool, looked at his face in the pool, smiled, and then took the water to wash away the yellow mud on his face.
Under the wave of light, an extremely ugly face was reflected.
Cross-eyed, flat nose, harelips, sores...
It's as if all the ugly faces in the world are concentrated on this face, and just one look at it can give people nightmares for days.
This is simply a face cursed by God.
However, the old beggar made a fool of himself in front of the water, and then said with a smile: "What are you two sneaking around and following the old beggar? I have no money except for the mud on my body."
In the woods, Xuanzang and Xiaotang came out.
"Haha, a monk and a female ghost are a perfect match, haha——"
The old beggar's laughter stopped suddenly, because right behind Xuanzang and Xiaotang, another figure slowly walked out, with a white jade crown, brocade clothes and a folding fan, long flowing hair, and handsome appearance, looking at him with a smile.
The old beggar's eyes were slightly focused as he stared at the young and handsome young man, looking up and down and marveling.
"It's weird, it's weird. You became a Yang Shen at such a young age, and you were able to hide it from me, an old beggar. How could someone like you still appear after the great changes in the world?"
"My Excellency, Li Daoxuan, I have met my senior."
Li Daoxuan cupped his fists and saluted. Although the old beggar looked ugly, his conduct was extremely good, which made him feel a faint pressure.
Sure enough, the master is hiding in the busy city, and the people are crouching tigers, hidden dragons.
He did not hide his identity. The other party was a friend of Master Sanle and an expert hermit in the game world. When treating such a person, he must show enough respect.
After hearing the three words Li Daoxuan, the old beggar's eyes flashed and he said with a smile: "It turned out to be the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty. That night in Chang'an, you used the Four Saints' formation to kill the evil five elders. You were like slaughtering chickens and dogs. You were so powerful. In the world, I, an old beggar, can’t stand this call from senior.”
"Your Excellency is a friend of Master Sanle, so he is naturally the senior of Pindao. I came here this time to ask my senior, what problem did Master Sanle encounter?"
Hearing this, the old beggar snorted coldly, and the smile on his face disappeared, saying: "That guy Sanle has a temper as hard as the rocks in the pit. Isn't it good to live? He has to seek his own death!"
"He also said it was for the sake of the common people in the world. Damn, he said it as if the common people couldn't live without him. The sun will still rise without anyone in this world. He patted his butt and died. He also wanted me to take care of him more. My apprentice, haha, I won’t take care of the old beggar!”
The old beggar said fiercely: "His apprentice named Xuanzang, it's okay if the old beggar doesn't meet him. If he does, he will be slapped to death!"
Xuanzang: "..."
Xiaotang quickly stood in front of Xuanzang and winked at him to let him leave.
But Xuanzang stepped forward resolutely, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk Xuanzang has met my predecessors."
Old beggar: "..."
"Little monk, are you really not afraid of death?"
"Or do you think Li Daoxuan can stop me?"
Xuanzang showed no fear on his face and said in a sincere voice: "No, the young monk once dreamed that the master asked me for help. He asked me to go to Shangyang City to find an old beggar who was covered in pus, that is, the senior."
After a pause, he said with firm eyes: "Senior, as long as you can save my master, even if the young monk is beaten to death with a slap, I will still be grateful for your kindness!"
The old beggar looked at Xuanzang, and after a moment he sighed softly and said: "Sanle has indeed received a good disciple. You can go, return to secular life as soon as possible, and then find a mother-in-law to have children. Don't recite Buddha's name again in this life."
As he said this, the old beggar turned around and left.
"Senior, has Master Sanle become the devil in that woman's belly?"
Li Daoxuan asked suddenly.
The old beggar paused in his steps. He turned back and took a deep look at Li Daoxuan, and sneered: "Boy, you do have some skills, but this is not Chang'an, but Luoyang. The old beggar advises you, don't meddle in other people's business. It's not easy to practice. , don’t regret this body and conduct.”
"Senior, although this is not Chang'an, it is still the Tang Dynasty. As a master of the Tang Dynasty, Pindao cannot ignore Luoyang's troubles knowing that he is in trouble. In addition, Xuanzang is my adopted brother, and Master Sanle has also helped me. I, personally, can’t just sit back and do nothing.”
His words were sonorous, powerful, and full of confidence.
Today's Li Daoxuan is no longer the unknown person he was back then. He is a great monk in the Yangshen Realm. He also has important treasures such as Fantian Seal and Plague Bell. In addition, he can also shake people.
The Empress in Tsing Yi, Lao Tianshi, Master, Xu Jianxian, Sister Yu, Guan Yunchang, Yuan Tiangang...
Each of them is a top powerhouse at the Yang God Realm and above, standing at the top of the world. Together, they are enough to defeat any sect in the world!
And these people all have a close relationship with him.
The world only thinks that he is invincible in Chang'an City, but they don't know that the connections behind him are the most terrifying thing.
The old beggar stared at Li Daoxuan and sneered: "You are not old, but your tone is not small. You can save Sanle if you want. I just washed the yellow mud on my face in this pool of water. If you can make the yellow mud work, Lotus, the old beggar can help you."
After a pause, he warned: "You are also a Yang Shen, so don't play with illusions. You can't fool the eyes of old beggars."
Li Daoxuan's eyes showed a trace of solemnity.
Yellow mud and lotus are two completely different things. Without the use of illusion, the difficulty is several times higher than turning stone into gold. It is impossible to do it simply by using wood to perform magical powers.
The only thing he could think of was the mediation of creation, which ranked first among the great powers of Tiangang, to create everything out of nothing.
But unfortunately he doesn't know this magical power.
This old beggar really likes to test others by asking difficult questions as rumored.
"Hehe, it can't be done. Since Li Guoshi is helpless, then go back to your Chang'an City quickly. Don't get involved in Luoyang's affairs. Everyone goes back to his own home!"
The old beggar was confident and determined that Li Daoxuan would never be able to accomplish this.
Even Zhang Zhiyan and Qing Yi can't mediate the great magical power of creation, let alone Li Daoxuan. Although this kid has some evil ways and is horrifyingly talented, it is impossible to do it.
"Okay, then it's settled."
To the old beggar's surprise, Li Daoxuan smiled brightly and actually agreed.
"Master Li, speaking big words is not a good habit."
"Haha, senior, let's wait and see."
Li Daoxuan stood by the pool, tapped his head lightly with the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "Little guy, get up and work."
The next moment, an elf-like little girl emerged from the hair. She was only three feet tall, wearing an exquisite little skirt. The wings on her back were as thin as cicada wings, colorful in the sun.
She yawned, waved her little fists, and said in a milky voice: "Daddy, who are you going to hit?"
Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand, let her dance in his palm, and then whispered a few words in her ear.
The little flower god patted her chest, her delicate face full of confidence, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, daddy, leave it to me!"
She flapped her little wings and flew towards the pond. Her wings passed by, shedding little bits of light, like fireflies falling into the water one after another.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The little flower god puffed up her cheeks, flapped her wings desperately, and sprinkled more light spots, making the entire pond sparkling, as if covered with a layer of colorful gauze.
After a while, the little flower god wiped the sweat on his forehead, then closed his eyes and muttered something.
"@#￥%&鉽齾爩紩统..."
Li Daoxuan was stunned on the spot. Not only him, but also Xuanzang and Xiaotang were confused. What spell was the little flower god reciting? Why can't you understand a word?
Isn't this mess just made up by her?
"Ancient Immortal Language, you actually know Ancient Immortal Language?"
The old beggar looked at the little flower god with a shocked expression.
Li Daoxuan also looked shocked. Can anyone really understand?
If you think about it carefully, this old man... may have a lot of history.
After the little flower god finished reciting the incantation, her fingers became a little fuller and she said with a milky voice: "Bloom!"
The next moment, a magical scene appeared. The yellow mud that had fallen into the pond water actually turned into buds, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was about to turn into a pond of lotus flowers.
"It's blooming! It's blooming!"
Xiaotang said happily, and Xuanzang also showed a smile, feeling relieved.
Brother really has a way...
The old beggar squinted his eyes and exclaimed: "It turns out that he is of the blood of the Goddess of Flowers. I think back then, I also..."
He glanced at Li Daoxuan and stopped talking, as if he didn't want to reveal the origin of his heel.
Seeing Xuanzang and Xiaotang's happy expressions, he sneered: "Humph, it's just relying on the power of the Flower God. Li Guoshi, you haven't won yet."
After that, the old beggar kicked off the straw sandal on his right foot.
Plop!
The black straw sandals fell into the pool, seemingly ordinary, and sank quickly.
But soon, the place where the straw sandals sank began to bubble, and then a dragon roar sounded from the bottom of the water.
A huge body loomed under the water, stirring up the wind and waves. It turned out to be a black dragon, swimming towards the growing lotus flowers in an attempt to destroy them.
I recommend a new book by Brother Shitou, "I Become a God by Adding a Little Bit in the Human World", Killing and Decisive with a little bit of panel flow and plot flow. Introduction: "Thief Cao, you...who are you?!"
"Your Majesty, you really want to know?"
"explain!"
"In your eyes, I am the pillar of the imperial court who is devoted to the country."
"I am the Destined Demon Lord who bursts out of demonic flames in the rivers and lakes every thousand years."
"I am also the Lord of the Dragon Palace who has been hiding in secret for hundreds of years and laying out endless secrets."
"You...you...or who else!"
"I am still Cao Bin, the Cao from the underworld, so polite and courteous."
(End of chapter)
