"In this case... then the young monk has no choice but to accept this job!" Xumi agreed!
He agreed so readily, without any hesitation, and there was no trace of reluctance on his face.
Angel Man, Yang Tianqi and others were forced to choke back the words they had spoken.
"For the matters here, I can only do my best to show my kindness to the landlord. As for how to make plans and how to complete the mission of the God Realm, I still need to trouble the seniors of the God Realm." Xumi lowered his posture very low.
This made Yang Tianqi and others even more confused about him.
Yang Tianqi and the others couldn't see through it, but Lin Xi could see some clues.
"These people... I'm afraid they are all fools!" The clone Chu Lingxiao couldn't help but sneer as he looked at the scene reflected in the jade mirror through the jade mirror.
Is Sumeru a good person?
Probably... right!
But he is definitely not a fool, nor is he a chess piece that can be easily exploited.
In the Infinite God Realm, Yang Tianqi and others regard it as everything, respect it, fear it, yearn for it but resist it. On the surface, it seems that the divine realm is restrictive and oppressive to them. In fact, he was proud of it, and felt that he was superior to others because of his status as the messenger of the divine realm, and regarded him as his backer.
But Xumi just regarded this as a springboard, an ordinary platform.
This fundamental cognitive difference leads to different attitudes and techniques when dealing with the same 'task'.
"They are dead!" Chu Lingxiao had already issued death certificates for these people.
Whether it was Meng Xinghe or Xumi who took action, they were all dead.
"The difficult one...is Xumi!" Chu Lingxiao frowned at first.
Then he threw the problem to Meng Xinghe.
As the number of clones increases, even though they are all the same person, some bad taste inevitably spreads.
Meng Xinghe, who was still in the Meng Mansion, had already raised his realm to the level of the soul.
And work hard in the direction of true immortality.
Now that the fish you want to catch has been hooked, it becomes unnecessary to continue to maintain a weak posture.
The entire Meng Mansion was emptied.
Lin Xi... or Meng Xinghe, put tea sets in the waterside pavilion in the mansion.
He still vaguely remembered that Hongyu's favorite drink was Chunyuluo produced in Yunzhou, a kind of tea with rare production and not mainstream.
Although the Meng Mansion didn't have it, the Shenshui Sect did, and Lin Xi found someone to get some.
After finding another erhu, Lin Xi, with disheveled hair and white clothes, sat down by the lake and started playing.
At first the sound was like sawing wood, which was really unpleasant.
Gradually, it became some tunes.
After a while, it began to take shape.
After a while, there was a plan.
In just half a day's effort, Meng Xinghe's level was no worse than those of veterans who had been immersed in this art for decades.
Between movement and stillness, a small note can have a different charm.
Kung fu goes down to the core, that’s it.
When a novice plays according to the music score, most of the music seems to be piled up haphazardly.
The old master just did it randomly, even if he performed it randomly, there is still something touching about it.
With a slight thought, he noticed that someone was approaching, and his whereabouts were not hidden.
As soon as the bowstring in his hand swayed, a smoother and more exciting tune flowed out.
A monk dressed in red followed the undulating waves and walked into the pavilion by the lake. He sat opposite the tea table and stared at Meng Xinghe.
He listened to the music quietly, as if he was simply attracted by the music and had no other purpose.
After the song was over and the afterglow had dissipated for three moments, he slowly spoke.
"I heard the rise and end of prosperity. In the galloping wind, the neighing horses were traveling alone in the desolate Gobi. The once soaring wolf smoke was indifferent on the remains of the years. Under the setting sun, it seemed that there was still something there. The remaining warmth that has never been burned out.”
"The dancing steps that are still whirling, the exciting Jiegu drums, the solemn Buddha, the slow-moving caravans, the dilapidated post roads, the desolate ancient city, the unruly wolves, the aloof eagles, and the blood-like wine , desolate...and mottled city walls."
"Everything is leaning between the white sand and the blue sky. The prosperity that countless people once yearned for has now become a ruin. Nothing is more regretful and collapsed than the transition from prosperity and greatness to the end and collapse. That’s it.”
"This is a personal tragedy and a national tragedy... It's spectacular!"
Xumi spoke, then picked up the tea cup without changing his expression and took a sip of tea. He didn't seem to notice the difference in the tea.
"This piece of music... was not made by you. In your state of mind, you cannot make such a piece of music." Xumi said with confidence.
Meng Xinghe smiled and did not deny it.
Of course it wasn't his doing.
This was originally a piano piece composed by a bard who passed by the former capital of the Condor Empire many years after the invasion of the magic dragon and the complete destruction of the great Condor Empire.
It has also inspired many people.
But in fact... it's of no use.
It cannot play a decisive role. At most, it can only give people a shot of chicken blood in a short period of time.
But Lin Xi liked it better, so she wrote it down.
"It seems that you know who I am?"
"I always thought that I hid pretty well." Meng Xinghe raised his head, put down his erhu, and said.
Xumi said: "This is natural. Maybe you can remove the Buddha seal I left for you, but I can smell your scent from thirty thousand miles away."
"It's not just you... Bai Fan and Chu Lingxiao, I also know them all."
At this time, Xumi no longer called himself a poor monk or a young monk.
He used the word 'I'.
Meng Xinghe was not surprised.
There are too many capable people in this world.
You can't just allow him to use all kinds of tricks, and others will have to be empty-handed and have no options... This is unreasonable.
What's more, Xumi is not considered to be anyone else.
Are he and Xumi really so different? Even if we haven't seen each other for a long time.
However, Lin Xi is the devil in Xumi's heart.
And Xumi is the Buddha in Lin Xi’s heart.
The relationship between the two may seem separate at first glance, or there may even be no direct connection.
But at the deepest level, it is related.
Lin Xi knew it very well, and so did Xumi.
Therefore, when a certain stage is reached, they all need a result.
"Do you want to know who Immortal Emperor Taihao is?"
"I'm telling you!" Meng Xinghe said.
However, Monk Xumi reached out from his heart and directly dug out a piece of flesh and blood. The gray mark on the flesh and blood was as flexible and entangled as a poisonous insect, but it was firmly locked in the Buddha's light and quickly refined.
"The Lord of God's Domain is a new god. He just obtained the legacy. He is not as strong as expected...but I don't know if there are other shadows behind him. Someone is using him to play chess." Monk Xumi exposed some of the inside story before Meng Xinghe could.
The confrontation between the two started half a day ago.
Whether it was the tea prepared by Meng Xinghe or his music, they were all designed to break through Meng Xinghe's defenses and arouse the demonic nature in his heart.
However, Monk Xumi responded to Meng Xinghe's 'secret plot' with his own kindness, which was as good as sacrificing himself.
Wanting to dig out the Buddha in his heart.
