high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 136 Although the poor monk is a bald donkey, he has something to say

"Daoist..."

Seeing that his companion's breath gradually improved and his face turned rosy, the man in gray couldn't help but be overjoyed.

He bowed to the young Taoist in front of him, his voice choked up.

"If it weren't for the Taoist priest's help today, I'm afraid Han will be buried in a barren mountain."

"What about this."

Bai Shu does not raise her eyes:

"Taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others is the right thing to do."

He turned his fingers one after another, and in an instant he made dozens of hundreds of seals.

The surging energy of heaven and earth poured in instantly, stretching the bodies of several wounded to a certain extent, as if they were about to explode at any moment.

"All right."

The young Taoist stopped his movements and spoke lightly.

"Flesh wounds, it's not a big deal."

He pointed to the few people who were still unconscious, and said:

"If you want to get better soon, you can feed them a few pills by yourself, and after a few more days, they will be able to wake up."

Hearing this, the gray-clothed man surnamed Han took out a few bottles of pills from his Sumeru bag, and hurriedly fed them.

He also drummed up his remaining true qi to help them refine the medicinal power.

Bai Shu watched the man in gray finish all this, and then asked:

"I don't know your brother's surname? How did you pass Xiaozang Mountain? As for this Linglongzi..."

He pinched the slender dao seed that was shining brightly with two fingers, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

There are countless bells, tripods, pagodas, buildings and other strange patterns engraved on Daozhong's body, the graphics are incomplete, and the connecting lines are intermittent and blurred.

Holding that Linglong Zi in your hand, a pure and cool feeling rises in your heart, it seems to be able to eliminate all miscellaneous dust and desires, and clear the heart lake.

Linglongzi, one of the Taoist species in the world.

Although the quality is only inferior, far inferior to the Kuhai Buddha in Baishu's body, it is also a Dao seed.

I don't know how many Yangfu monks have been struggling for a Dao Seed, even if they have worked hard for ten years, they have polished their physical body and soul into one, and have been promoted to the point where the Qi and blood have reached the peak.

But without the Dao Seed, everything is just in vain.

The third layer of Yang Talisman——True Talisman Seeds Dao.

Although this level of state is compared to chicken help by most ascetic monks in the world, it is tasteless to eat and it is a pity to discard it.

True Talisman Dao——It is only to build a high foundation for breaking through King Kong, with a profound foundation.

But for warriors in this world, there are very few people who can break through to the existence of Vajra without Dao Seed, after all, there is no one in a million.

For those monks, the Dao Seed has never been an external thing.

What's more, with a Dao Seed in hand, the combat power has been multiplied several times.

But the gray-clothed man surnamed Han in front of him happened to bump into a Dao Seed just out of the way.

Even Bai Shu couldn't help being surprised by this great luck.

"My surname is Han, and I have a single baby. This is Han Ying's younger sister."

"The Taoist priest save me and wait for my name."

The man in gray clapped his hands repeatedly: "This Linglong son is naturally owned by the Taoist priest."

"That poor way is disrespectful."

Bai Shu stuffed the Linglong son into the Niwan Palace, and said with a smile:

"But there is one thing I don't know about Pindao. Is Brother Han so lucky? If you go out at will, you can meet the Dao Seed born."

"The way of good luck? Han Ying's encounter today is really not the way of good luck."

The man in gray smiled wryly, with a sad look on his face.

"Han Ying was born near Xiaozang Mountain, a small family in Xihe City.

Three years ago, I heard that a mountain spirit in Xiaozang Mountain was about to be born, and since then, Xiaozang Mountain has become a forbidden area..."

Hearing Han Ying spit out some words with a sad face, Bai Shu suddenly realized.

Three years ago, there was a mountain spirit in Xiaozang Mountain, but it was smashed by Taiwei Mountain and the Xu family at the same time.

In order not to hurt the peace, the two families agreed to compete with the younger generation.

Xu Yong and Xiaodaozi of Taiwei Mountain.

Whoever can subdue the mountain spirit first will win the fortune alone.

As soon as this incident happened, all sects in the vicinity of Xiaozang Mountain restricted their own sects from trespassing at will, so as not to be misunderstood by the two sects.

As for Taohuazhai and Qingfenggang, it was just an emotional dispute between the two of them when they were extremely bored.

Han Ying was born in Xihe City near Xiaozang Mountain, so he naturally knew the whole story. On weekdays, even driving the Dunguang, he would go far away from Xiaozang Mountain, not daring to approach it.

But this time, when he was taking his little sister and a few friends on board the flying boat, and was about to go out to play in the city.

Perhaps it was on a whim, Han Ying insisted on approaching Xiaozang Mountain despite the obstruction of his friends.

At this time, he happened to see the birth of Linglongzi.

"I wanted to offer Linglongzi, and asked Deng Xingwang to forgive me."

Han Ying frowned and shook her head again and again:

"But that guy is crazy, even if I hand over Linglongzi, he will still kill me, so..."

Bai Shu also shook his head, still feeling absurd in his heart.

Xu Yong has been guarding Xiaozang Mountain for three years, but he hasn't seen any gods and gods for a long time, but Han Ying is driving a flying boat.In Xiaozang Mountain, Linglongzi was born.

Perhaps this is really a great blessing.

"Then what is Brother Han going to do in the future?" Bai Shu asked.

Whether he likes it or not, Deng Xing must have hated him. Bai Shu helped Han Ying for a while, but he couldn't help him forever.

"My Han family, although it is not a prominent family, but in Xihe City, there is still a bit of thin face."

Han Ying pointed to several comatose companions, and said:

"Brother Chu and the others are also from aristocratic families in Xihe City."

He shook his head dejectedly, his eyes somewhat helpless:

"I dare not expect an apology from Gaoling's Xu family. At least, it is more than enough for me to protect myself."

The same family, since Deng Xing failed to kill them all at the first time, then naturally it will be nothing after that.

Xu Yong had no reason to continue to kill Han Ying and the others, and those aristocratic families in Xihe City naturally didn't have the guts to go up the mountain to question their crimes.

The brutal beating of Han Ying and the others was equivalent to nothing.

"That's fine."

Bai Shu nodded and didn't bother to pay attention.

"Taoist." Han Ying said:

"Does the Taoist priest want to stay in Xihe City for a few days? Maybe let Han Ying be the host and express my gratitude."

"I just passed by by chance." Bai Shu flatly refused: "Poverty Dao has important business to do, so it's inconvenient to stay in Xihe City for a long time."

"So." The gray-clothed man smiled, but still solemnly bowed to Bai Shu:

"Xu Ying engraved the Taoist priest's kindness in his heart, and he will not dare to forget each other!"

The woman in the yellow shirt frowned slightly when she heard Bai Zhu's answer, she looked a little disappointed, but finally lowered her head and said nothing.

Yun Che's escape was extremely fast, under Bai Shu's hands, it took only a quarter of an hour.

In front of him, a large city with a lot of people appeared.

After putting Han Ying and others down in the cloud car, Bai Shu politely declined their persuasion, and quietly escaped into the city alone to enjoy the scenery.

When we arrived at Qinghuang County, it was not far from Tongjiang.

At this time, after flying away for several months, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The city is full of traffic and crowds. It is obviously a real bustling city.

Bai Shu was swimming among the crowd, like a dexterous white fish, the crowd couldn't touch his clothes.

Just as Bai Shu was about to approach a restaurant, suddenly, a noise in front attracted his attention.

"Buddha is right, then this matter must be right!"

A black and thin monk with his hips crossed, spitting everywhere, pointed at a butcher with a swollen face in front of him.

Beside him, a group of onlookers had already surrounded him.

"Grass pork is sold locally as dragon meat? Your Buddha grew up eating meat. Can this stuff fool your Buddha's eyes?"

The black and thin monk raised his sleeves and beat the butcher until he ran around with his head in his arms. The crowd couldn't see it, and hurried forward to stop the monk.

"Monks." Someone whispered, "What kind of meat do monks eat?"

"Dissatisfied?"

The black and thin monk's eyes widened, making the person who spoke startled.

"My Buddhist family has been drinking, eating meat and playing with women since ancient times. I do all kinds of evil. Although the poor monk is a monk, I still have to say something.

The Taoist door next door is the real monk, with compassion, innocence and elegance, fairy demeanor, and spotless. "

The black and thin monk patted his chest and said loudly:

"The poor monk and these bald donkeys are all black-minded bastards who have no way to give birth to sons. Only the Taoist school is the real holy place in the mountain.

To tell you the truth, although the poor monk is a bald ass, but one thing to say, I am really yearning for the elegance of the Taoist school. "

As soon as these words came out, not to mention the people watching the excitement, their faces were full of surprise, with crooked eyebrows and squinting eyes.

Bai Shu, who had just approached, immediately turned dark when he heard the words of the black monk.

(End of this chapter)