high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 172 Qingyao Xuantu Mingguang God

"Xuan Di?"

Bai Shu was taken aback when he heard that, he looked at the young monk with red lips and white teeth under the golden bridge, thoughtful.

The whole body of the Golden Bridge is like water waves, with the gentle Buddha light flowing, accompanied by the faint Zen sound of chanting sutras, and the blossoming golden lotus takes root in the void, swaying out bits of brilliance.

As the young monk walked down the golden bridge, the whole body of the golden bridge swayed slightly, and then disintegrated into light mist, which was gathered into the sleeves of the young monk.

Looking at this scene, Bai Shu's eyes flickered.

"Senior brother." He slapped Jishou and asked: "Senior brother stopped me, I don't know what to say."

"A big event, of course it's a big event."

The young monk spoke with a smile, but his eyes looked around furtively for a few times, lest anyone around him catch a glimpse of him.

Only when he saw the silence around him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go to your room."

The young monk smiled loudly, stepped forward and raised his arm Atractylodes macrocephala, a golden light shot up from his feet, and flew away into the distance.

"Go to your room and discuss in detail!"

whoosh

The golden light under the young monk's feet seemed dark and bright, and its momentum was extremely fast, but it disappeared in a flash.

It's not like smashing through the void with brute force, so that you can reach thousands of miles, it's more like a swimming fish sinking into deep water, and then gliding according to the water's momentum with the help of sea waves.

There are layers of wrinkles in the void, revealing the deep things in it, dark and chaotic, like a heavy water curtain.

This experience is not the first time...

Bai Shu suddenly remembered that when he practiced the Sutra of Pozhi Asura King for the first time, in the strange spiritual world in the Sutra of Visualization, he had also transformed into an Asura born of wetness.

That twelve-armed, six-legged, four-faced Shishi Asura named Pozhi.

Those who live in dampness are inferior to Shura, wandering in the void in the morning, and returning to the water in the evening.

In martial arts practice, only those who are perfect Vajra can barely swim in the void and move their bodies.

But for asuras, even the inferior wet asuras, wandering in the void is their instinct, just like breathing, just like walking.

Bai Shu also experienced the feeling of walking in the void when she was incarnated as Pozhi, and now, again...

But in an instant, the young monk approached the residence with Bai Shu, and Bai Shu made a seal to restrict the opening of the palace, and then made a gesture of invitation to the smiling young monk.

"This brother."

Bai Shu waved his sleeve to cover the palace ban, and said to the young monk, "Where is the elder brother! What is it that you are here to find the poor?"

"Brother Xuming, the little monk's Dharma name is Xuandi."

The young monk broke Baishu's real name in one breath, and sat down in front of the sapphire shore, with the rosary beads on his wrists shining brightly.

"From the Lower Court of King Kong Temple."

The monk named Xuandi smiled warmly: "One of the three hundred monasteries, Guzang County, Qingyan Cave."

Guzang County, Qingyan Cave...

Bai Shu's pupils shrank. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that Cui Yuanzhou had said something to him.

The Buddha son of King Kong Temple has the same physique as the Confucian sage Xuan Wenjun-the one who is born with no omissions.

The Buddha son of King Kong Temple, a holy figure who was born in the four realms of King Kong.

He also came to Qingli Palace in Tongjiang, on behalf of King Kong Temple, and signed an alliance with Lord Qingli.

And he, the direct disciple of the abbot of the King Kong Temple, was secretly raised by the disciples of the King Kong Temple in Qingyan Cave, one of the three hundred monasteries, to avoid the eyes and ears of the world.

It wasn't until recently that this person who was born with no omissions was truly born.

"Master Xuandi..."

Looking at the young monk in front of him, Bai Shu hesitated for a moment.

"Call me Senior Brother, just Senior Brother Xuandi."

The young monk nodded slightly, with a smile on his face: "Guangwujue's sacred fruit, the vacuum body is natural - the abbot is from the 'Ti' generation, and if I really want to say it, I should be from the 'Zi' generation."

"Then how can the little monk call him senior brother?"

Bai Shu smiled helplessly: "Isn't the number of generations messed up?"

"What a mess of generations."

Monk Xuandi narrowed his eyes slightly and rubbed his head.

"I don't even have a Dharma name yet, and now I'm only called Xuandi."

He patted Bai Shu on the shoulder, smiled and said:

"Just call me Senior Brother, there is no need to be restrained."

"Senior Brother Xuandi..."

Bai Shu clasped his palms together, silently recited the Buddha's name, and stopped Yi Xiangdan's transformation.

The brilliance of his body turned around, like a cage in the light and rain of a waterfall, when the brilliance dissipated, Bai Shu's original appearance was revealed on the spot.

The young monk with radiant skin and lacquer-like eyes is dressed in white, with a slight smile in his eyes, and his skin is as handsome as the fake body he transformed into before.

"Master and younger brother were born in a heavenly manner."

Looking at the young monk in white, Monk Xuandi sighed, and then spoke with sincere admiration.

"It's just like Wuxian's youthful demeanor, it's nothing more than that."

"How dare you compare yourself with Uncle Wuxian."

Bai Hou took a step back, bowed his head humbly, and asked again:

"Senior brother Xuandi came to look for me, what instruction do you have?"

"The word teaching is too much."

Monk Xuandi shook his head, and spread out his palm towards Bai Shuping. In his palm, following the brilliance, a fist-sized, small light blue box appeared out of thin air.

"I'm also clear about the purpose of my junior brother's visit. It's for the Miluo Lantern, that ancient treasure that can improve one's comprehension."

Xuan Di's voice paused, and then said:

"Junior brother will face off against Chen Jizi from the Luojiang Chen clan in the next match, a real young talent."

He raised his head and happened to meet Bai Shu's eyes.

"How, what are the chances of the younger brother winning?"

What are the odds...

Bai Shu frowned slightly, and didn't answer for a long time, and Xuan Di didn't have the slightest intention of urging, just sat on the side.

"Forty percent...about forty percent..."

After a while, Bai Shu finally said in a deep voice: "I can't find out the details of Chen Jizi, it should be, there is only about [-]% chance of winning."

Whether it was Chen Jizi's duel against Shaomao of Zhaixingzong, Ji Zheng who defeated Qingshen Temple, or Su Zhengqian who subdued Zhebingshan, all the time, the ending was always with a light finger.

Just one finger is enough to defeat the enemy.

What Chen Jizi was hiding was deeper than anyone thought.

Forty percent...

Monk Xuandi's eyes were fixed, he raised his head, and pushed the small light blue box towards Baishu.

"With it, there must be a [-]% chance of winning, and it can add another [-]%."

"This is?" Bai Shu hesitated to take the box in his hand, the small dark blue box was only the size of a fist, and Ye Ye gave off a light blue glow.

"I've heard of the Qingshen Temple." Xuan Di asked.

"Naturally." Bai Shu nodded.

Qingshen Temple is a holy place in Beiwei, enshrining the existence of a God named Qingyao Xuantu Mingguang before Jue Tiantong, as the god of the holy place.

The Qingshen Temple, according to legend, is the orthodoxy left behind by Qingyao Xuantu Mingguang God.

"The first holy master of the Qingshen Temple had great luck, and accidentally got an ancient relic left by the God of Qingyao Xuantu Mingguang."

Xuan Di pointed to the small light green box in Bai Shu's palm, and said:

"This thing is the product of that ancient collection. Even in the huge Qingshen Temple, such a creation is at most no more than a mere ten fingers."

Bai Shu stared blankly at the small box for a while, and after a long time, he said:

"Brother..."

"This is not due to senior brother. Senior brother, I am poor and white. I usually gather wild vegetables in the mountains and use them to cook soup to satisfy my hunger."

Xuan Di smiled and waved his hands: "This thing was entrusted to you by Master Shenzu in the temple."

"Master of Divine Foot!"

Bai Shu was startled and asked anxiously, "Master Shenzu also came to Tongjiang?"

"En." Xuan Di nodded slightly.

He casually made a seal, and in an instant, all the ways to use this light green box appeared in Baishu Heart Lake.

Before Bai Shu could speak again, Xuan Di clasped his hands together, smiled slightly at the white-clothed monk, and walked away in an instant under the golden light.

"I wish my junior martial brother Wu Xing Gao Yao, the flag will be victorious!"

His voice resounded low and low in the quiet room, but he quietly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)