high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 184 Fate [Two Chapters In One]

Tangsheng is in the building.

Cui Yuanzhou, who was full of wine and food, walked out of the building tremblingly, surrounded by a group of aquarium maids, with his belly outstretched.

Behind him, Bai Shu and Monk Huiyuan followed with indifferent expressions.

Bai Xi tilted his head and stared at the front with a weird face, that Cui Yuanzhou with his belly sticking out.

She bared her teeth like a rabbit, with a dark face and a somewhat unfriendly expression.

Bai Shu caught a glimpse of the girl's unconsciously clenched fist, and his heart tightened.

"Cui Yuanzhou!"

He yelled forward and signaled again and again.

Cui Yuanzhou, who was walking in the front, turned his head and looked at Bai Shu suspiciously. When he saw Bai Xi's black face clearly, his expression froze suddenly.

"How about..." Cui Yuanzhou said cautiously, "I spit it out?"

"roll!"

Bai Xi slapped him paralyzed to the ground, but his anger still persisted:

"You ate all the things on the table, you pig?!"

"Obviously you said please eat..."

The little fat man muttered something in a low voice, seeing Bai Xi's dark face again, he hastily closed his mouth.

Cui Yuanzhou got up from the ground with a bitter face, and shrank behind Bai Shu in embarrassment, not daring to be angry or speak.

"You eat too much."

The monk Huiyuan on the side complained: "I didn't even eat a few mouthfuls."

"You are a monk, eat meat with a hammer." Cui Yuanzhou rolled his eyes: "It's hard to come here, and I don't need to pay for it, so why don't you eat it with all your might?"

Qingli Holy Land is not easy to open the palace ban, and the owner of Tangsheng Tower is the eldest of Qingli's seven sons.

He is not a pure-blooded flood dragon, but the offspring of Lord Qingli and the human race on land.

However, among the seven Jiaolongzi, his Taoism is also the highest.

This one used to argue with Taiwei Mountain Daozi, and they were invincible and invincible.

Although this person has done great things, he has not even revealed his name and surname, and his life history is also unknown.

The only thing that is known is that this Jiaolongzi is fond of food, and the construction of Tangsheng Tower was also started under his auspices.

Seats in Tangsheng Building are hard to come by, even Cui Yuanzhou has been in this Dragon Palace for dozens of days, and he was lucky enough to eat there once.

But this time alone made Cui Yuanzhou haunt his dreams and never forget it till now.

Therefore, given this rare opportunity, he also indulged in his gluttonous desire.

The little fat man licked the corner of his mouth again, cupped his hands repeatedly to the dark-faced Bai Xi, laughed sarcastically, and shrunk his body behind Bai Hou, not daring to make a sound for a while.

Monk Huiyuan's mouth twitched, seeing that Baishu had gone far away, he beckoned Cui Yuanzhou to follow quickly.

At this moment, Tang ascended into the building.

When the four of them gradually went away, a pair of eyes kept watching them, and they didn't look away for a long time until the figure went away.

It was a majestic man, wearing a bright yellow robe, wisps of spiritual light rippling on the bright yellow robe, showing circles of ripples.

His eyebrows are extremely thick, as if they were dyed with ink, black and thick.

There was a deep scar on the man's face, from the left eye to the chin, completely disfiguring this otherwise heroic face.

In the practice of martial arts, after the cultivation of the second level of yang talisman and the attainment of qi and blood, the physical body and the primordial spirit are harmoniously integrated, making it difficult for external evils to invade.

The scars on the man's face were just ordinary scratches, not any injuries.

Not to mention Yang Talisman, it is the monk who entered the realm of martial arts for the first time, the realm of fetal breath, as long as the blood is moved, the old scars will fall off and new flesh will grow.

But this scar has always remained on the man's face, and it has been like a day for ten years.

Even in order to prevent the self-healing of the body, the man specially performed surgery on his face, so that the scar remained in its original appearance, and it was still deep on his face.

The silhouettes of the four gradually drifted away, and soon they merged into the bustling crowds of the market, like a drop of water sinking into a pond, never to be seen again.

After a long time, the man withdrew his eyes lightly and turned his eyes to the house.

This is an exquisite quiet room, full of precious light, and all kinds of carvings under five colors are extremely gorgeous.

In this quiet room, apart from the man, there is also an old man with white beard and hair, holding a nine-jointed bamboo stick.

After the man nodded slightly to the old man, he turned his eyes to Yugui, the messenger in his palm.

"Bai Shu is gone, and she was eating in my Tangsheng Building just now."

The man smiled: "It seems that there are still people who know food."

In his palm, the message Yugui flashed twice, and then Mr. Zhemei's voice came out.

"Dining in elder brother's Tangsheng building?" Zhemei Jun said with a smile: "These land-based peoples also know how to entertain themselves."

"Father wants us to take care of him, and we can't leave him an inch."

The man held up the wine cup by his side, and the moon-white wine was slightly rippling in the cup, as if a moonlight had truly fallen on it.

"What is the identity of this person named Bai Shu?"

"I don't know." Sending the letter to Yu Guili, Mr. Zhemei's helpless laughter came:

"Father only said that he should take good care of him. Wherever he goes, he must be watched closely one by one, so that no mistakes can be made."

Mr. Zhemei's voice paused:

"Even the two royal families of Da Chu, Chu Xun and Chu Xiang, my father never ordered me to do so, and my younger brother also wants to know who he is."

"Then don't care about it." The man raised his glass and drank the remaining wine in one gulp: "Then do things as you order."

"Understood." Zhemei Jun replied.

After passing the message that Yugui's aura dissipated, the man looked up at the quiet room, the old man with white beard and hair, leaning on a nine-jointed bamboo stick, smiled warmly and spoke.

"Uncle Li, how can you be free now, come to my place?"

The old man in front of him was a carp in Tongjiang that became a demon. After the man was taken back to the Dragon Palace by Lord Qingli, he was still a young man, and he was always taken care of by the old man.

Food, clothing, housing, transportation, literacy and hyphenation, and even spiritual practice are all done by the old man himself.

Compared to Lord Qingli, the old man in front of him is more like his biological father.

Seeing that the old man was about to bow down to worship, the man was slightly taken aback, and hastily stepped forward, entrusting him to prevent him from bowing down.

"Uncle Li, how about going to Luzhou? Are you comfortable?"

Qingli Palace has close ties with the human race on land, so human relations are also indispensable. Uncle Li was ordered by Lord Qingli to pay a visit to Zhebing Mountain, the holy land of Beiwei.

I thought it would take at least half a year to go back and forth, but I didn't expect it to be so fast this time.

"Fortunately, that's it. It's not as comfortable as Dragon Palace."

Hearing the man's question, the old man with white beard and hair smiled and raised his head slowly.

"Beiwei and Dazheng seem to want to use swords. I don't think the situation is good. After seeing the Holy Lord of Zhebing Mountain, they didn't dare to delay and hurried back."

"The situation is bad? No matter how bad the situation is, no one dares to touch our Qingli Palace."

The man shook his head and smiled: "As for Dazheng and Beiwei, no matter how chaotic it is on land, it won't disturb our Dragon Palace, so you don't have to worry about it."

Speaking of this, his tone was also somewhat melancholy.

"Since the emergence of Ziwu, I have been unable to fathom the world's affairs."

The man sighed faintly: "Living corpses, human demons, Miao Yan... What the hell is Ziwu that created these things?"

In front of people close to him, it is rare for a man to let go of his defenses and make no secret of his worries.

Not only him, but most of the monks in the world are all surprised and uncertain about Ziwu's attitude.

The foggy river above their heads was a chaos unseen in 8000 years.

Even before Jedi Tiantong, I am afraid there has never been such a weird thing.

"Ghost? That's not necessarily the case."

Suddenly, an old voice sounded in the man's ear.

The man frowned slightly, and in front of him, the old man with white beard and hair spoke lightly.

"Uncle Li?"

"Let's take a look."

Before the man continued to speak, the old man's thoughts moved slightly, and some more messages came out from the man's Niwan Palace.

"Yi Ding Heart Sutra..."

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the old man in front of him in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.

"It is the only one that can save the world's aquarium."

Facing the man's astonished gaze, the old man's face remained calm.

"you you……"

When the man's palms were trembling, a voice suddenly came from Niwan Palace.

"Wang Qiuyi and Guanghui are here, I dare not be too ostentatious."

What resounded in my Niwan Palace was the sound of all living beings singing in unison, the sound of all living beings.

"My name is Miao Yan. If you are interested, after Wang Qiuyi and the others leave, you and I might as well talk about it in detail."

Speaking of this, the voice in Niwan Palace paused:

"If I haven't been beaten to death."

The voice in Niwan Palace stopped abruptly, as if it had never appeared before.

The man's eyes shook, and he fixedly looked at the old man in front of him.

"Yuanyou."

The old man with a nine-jointed bamboo stick raised his old eyes, and said to the man in a deep voice:

"It is the only one that can save the world's aquarium."

The old man sighed deeply: "If you want to avenge your shame, if you want to avenge your shame, you can only rely on it. Think about it!"

After finishing speaking, the old man did not wait for the man to speak again, leaning on a nine-jointed bamboo stick, he walked away tremblingly.

In the gorgeous semen room, surrounded by fragrant mist, the man's face was cloudy, he raised his head several times, and then lowered his head several times.

In the end, the light in his eyes flickered, but he remained silent.

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now.

Above the street market, there are bright lanterns. Even though the Xuanguang Stone, which is regarded as a sun wheel, has lost its brilliance, here, the gentle halo of the lotus lanterns still illuminates everything transparently.

Human voices, shouts, laughter... All kinds of voices merged into one place, beating from all directions, like huge waves.

Bai Shu carelessly avoids the crowds of people coming and going, he walks through the bustling market, holding a message jade jade in his heart.

He lowered his eyes, the messenger Yugui in the palm of his hand shone slightly, and then quickly fell silent.

As always, there was no answer from the other side.

Bai Shu's eyes flashed, and he raised his head again.

"Brother."

Cui Yuanzhou on the side looked at this scene and couldn't help asking: "Who are you calling?"

"Friend." Bai Shu smiled, "But she seems to be very busy and ignores me."

"very busy..."

As soon as Cui Yuanzhou opened his mouth, he hiccupped heavily. His face flushed, and after a sneer, he continued:

"Isn't something going to happen?"

"No." Bai Shu, who was silent for a short while, shook her head at him: "She will be fine."

Xie Jiujiu sent him a letter to Yugui, which was of no use at all.

No matter how much he urged, there was still no reply from the other side.

Reminiscent of what Xie Wei said, that little idiot made a mistake in his practice, and he will die soon, and has been taken to Baimao Mountain by Du Shaozhi.

Bai Shu's heart skipped a beat, and his fingertips felt like electricity.

The young Taoist priest in the lotus crown raised his head, and in the distance, there was a dim light, and the lights were just coming on.

As the night deepens, pieces of brilliant flames rise gradually, the sound of silk and bamboo and the sound of laughter rumble into the ears, the flying cover hinders the flowers, the fragrant wind is fragrant, the auspicious smoke is dense, and the clear shadows are scattered.

When Bai Shu was in a trance, a soft wind came from his side.

Bai Xi, who was bouncing around like a mad rabbit, was in high spirits. She held a handful of candied haws in her hand, and her little face was swollen from eating it.

"You know..." Bai Xi's voice was vague: "Do you know what festival this is?"

"What festival?" Bai Shu asked casually.

"This is..." Bai Xi puffed her cheeks and looked at him seriously.

Before the girl could finish her sentence, the face of Bai Shu opposite her suddenly changed dramatically.

"Come to Huaqing Palace to find me."

In Niwan Palace, Guanghui's voice resounded faintly.

Before he could recover, the voice in Niwan Palace had disappeared.

"I have something important to do, so I'll go ahead!"

Bai Shu made a confession, and hurried away.

In the same place, Cui Yuanzhou, Monk Huiyuan and others looked at each other in blank dismay.

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Huaqing Palace.

Outside the grand hall, countless monks of the aquarium tribe were patrolling back and forth, stirring up bursts of spiritual light, the waves of light surged like sea tides, and together they merged into a large formation of flowing water.

In the main hall, Guang Hui, who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes with a dull expression, and the originally locked door burst open.

Outside the hall, surrounded by a group of Shui tribe monks, is a Taoist priest in white wearing a lotus crown.

Bai Shu raised his head anxiously, and as far as he could see, there was only one middle-aged monk in a cassock with a dull expression in the empty hall.

"Master."

After he stepped into the gate of the palace, he clasped his hands together and saluted Guanghui solemnly.

A group of Shui tribe monks closed the door, retreated respectfully, and guarded outside the hall again.

Guang Hui raised his eyes, but did not speak, the two of them were the only ones in the empty hall.

And the atmosphere fell silent immediately.

After an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged monk's lips moved, and Bai Shu heard his sigh.

"Have you ever thought about becoming a vulgar?" Guang Hui suddenly said to him.

"disciple……"

"The granddaughter of Hanxu in Tangsheng Building."

When Bai Shu was in a state of confusion and hadn't figured out how to speak, Guang Hui asked again:

"Are you interested in her?"

"Never, never." Bai Shu shook his head again and again, repeatedly denying it.

"Isn't she?" The middle-aged monk was silent for a long time, and finally raised his head and smiled: "Wuming, do you have someone in mind?"

"I……"

Bai Shu opened his mouth, he suddenly remembered Xie Jiujiu's letter to Yu Gui, at this moment, he was silent for a moment.

"I see." Guang Hui closed his eyes, his expression calm.

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at the same time.

Zhongli County, Fengshan Temple.

The season has entered winter, and the snow has fallen for dozens of days.

Looking around, Fengshan Mountain is all white and gray, the mist is like snakes and pythons, rolling in the mountains, and the sky and the earth are all plain and bleak.

Xu Yan was cursing while sweeping the falling snow under the eaves.

Perhaps it was bad luck, but for several days in a row, the fat monk was the one who was drawn to sweep the monastery.

Just as he was cursing those bastards who deserved to be extinct, the tall fat monk's expression froze, and he slowly raised his head.

In front of him, without knowing when, there was one more person quietly.

In the knee-high snow, a little girl raised her head and was looking at herself.

She is like a piece of emerald immersed in clear water, warm and moist, as clear as a lotus flower, and as clear as glass.

Xu Yan traveled all over the Three Kingdoms in his early years. When he saw a lot of world, he also met many women.

But he never thought that he would be so shocked by the appearance of a little girl, that for a moment, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

"Little benefactor..." Xu Yan took two steps back vigilantly, frowning deeply: "Little benefactor came to my Fengshan Temple, why?"

"My name is Xie Fanjing." Xu Yan heard the girl say to him: "I'm here to find Bai Shu."

(End of this chapter)