high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 47

"Young Master Bai..."

When Bai Shu and Xie Fanjing were about to go out, the beautiful woman timidly called him to the side.

After these few days of cultivation, although the boy's face is still a bit sickly, his breath is no different from other normal children.

According to Bai Hou later learned that the boy was bitten by a living corpse.

Shouldn't he die on the spot with such an injury?

I don't know what method Yang Shixuan used to revive the dying boy's breath. Maybe it's the real qi that can suppress the living corpse, or maybe it's the devotion that has another miraculous effect.

Bai Shu was quite curious about that loyalty, and the moment the loyalty appeared in his body, the fire dragon surged and ran away.

In the dark, Bai Shu has a feeling that if he can swallow that loyalty, it will be of great benefit to the Chilong Heart Sutra.

It's just that in that situation, Bai Shu didn't dare to gamble on whether Yang Shixuan still had a back hand.

What's more, from the beginning to the end, what I wanted to seize was that sword scripture.

Bai Shu touched the center of his brows, his eyes were fixed.

That half of "The Sutra of Using the Sword of Taishenyuan" is indeed exquisite and unusual. This kind of fairy method of flying a sword thousands of miles away to take a human head is truly the first time among all the martial arts classics that Bai Shu has come into contact with so far.

It's just the first half, it only talks about how to choose the divine iron, how to break into the talisman, how to forge and nourish it...

As for Feijian's driving methods, they are all in the remaining half of the book.

Bai Shu raised his eyes, and the timid and graceful woman was looking at him timidly.

"Mrs. Yan." Bai Shu nodded slightly, "I don't know what to teach?"

"I just hope that the young master will take care of his health."

The beautiful woman's eyes rolled, and her tone was so charming that water dripped out:

"After the concubine dies, she will have to rely on the young master."

The corners of Bai Shu's lips twitched, but his eyes did not change: "I understand."

Ignoring the iron pillar who was puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, Bai Shu and Xie Fanjing walked out of the ground.

The morning light is only faint, and the purple mist remains in the sky.

"I do not like her."

Walking out of the ground, Xie Fanjing suddenly said sullenly.

"Huh?" Bai Shu pointed to the small basket on her back, "This basket was made for you, why don't you like it?"

"I don't like it now."

Xie Fanjing reluctantly put the small basket on the ground, and looked up at Bai Shu:

"Can you make up one for me?"

How can I fix this thing...

Bai Shu frowned, and when he was about to refuse, seeing Xie Fanjing's upturned face full of anticipation, he couldn't help but pause.

"Let me try."

He sighed, and picked up the small basket that Xie Fanjing had put aside.

"Don't throw it away, I have to follow this when the time comes."

"Ok!"

Xie Fanjing nodded vigorously.

Not long after, Bai Shu stretched his body slowly downstairs in Zangyue Building, allowing the intention of fist to flow naturally around his body, forming a simple and simple fist post.

20%, this seems to be a dividing line for Divine Elephant Fist, no matter how hard he tries, the gains are always minimal.

With the rapid consumption of Qi and blood, a phantom of a god elephant slowly solidified in the low air.

"so hard……"

He looked at the unchanged proficiency and sighed inwardly.

Not only Shenxiang Quan, because Zangyue Tower does not have any exercises that involve the essence of Buddhism, and the improvement of the seven-step lotus is only very small.

"When will an eminent monk give me the alms?"

Bai Shu looked at the Qibushenglian, thinking endlessly: "With tears in his eyes, he took over his cultivation and became a Buddhist monk. It doesn't seem too bad."

……

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"You are also an eminent monk of the Buddhist sect, so what's wrong with doing something for the people of the world?"

At the same time, not far from Fenyin, next to Zuo Zhao, a monk was persuading a man with long hair and covered in oil.

The man was about thirty, and although he had long hair, he wore a nondescript monk's robe. He ignored the monk's words, hummed twice, and turned his back.

The monk and his party were exactly the group that followed Du Shaozhi to Pingchuan County.

Originally, they were supposed to cross the Tongjiang River and return to Jiangbei according to Du Shaozhi's words, but for some reason, they actually appeared in a small city not far from Fenyin.

"No obscurity!"

The monk suddenly yelled like a lion's roar, startling Zuo Zhao who was watching the excitement.

"Don't be so stern, come on, have a smile."

The monk called the divine monk clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Your pharmacology is far superior to mine. Calling you out of the mountain gate also means doing your part for the world and the Vajra Temple."

The monk spoke earnestly: "Even Master Shenzu was disturbed by the living corpse, how can you continue to sit in the meditation room?"

"I don't have a meditation room on the mountain." Wu Hui turned around and said frankly:

"I went to the brothel to have a good time whoring, and I used the name of King Kong Temple to pay on credit. When the girls heard your name, they offered me a [-]% discount."

The monk was stunned when he heard the words, his face turned from white to blue little by little, and his forehead swelled up high.

He put his trembling hands into the wide monk robe, and didn't know how to face each other for a moment.

"grown ups."

When Zuo Zhao listened with gusto, the soldiers in black armor bowed forward.

"All the living corpses in the small city have been put to death, and the surviving people in the city have also been resettled."

"Oh."

Zuo Zhao turned around and answered casually.

"As for the lung energy of this city, have you collected it properly?" He squinted his eyes, "Master Chaozhong asked for it by name, it's related to the source of the epidemic, you and I can't be sloppy."

"The humble job is done."

The black-armored soldier lowered his body, "What else do you want to order, my lord?"

"Then follow the original plan and leave for Fenyin."

Zuo Zhao looked at the small town that was still emitting black smoke, and his tone was somewhat mocking:

"Mr. Da really changed his order day and night. It was agreed that he would go to the south of the Yangtze River and I would go to the north of the Yangtze River. Before I had passed the Tongjiang River, he asked me to turn back. It was hard work for you to run around with me."

How dare he respond to these words, the black-armored soldier just tried his best and bent his body again.

When Zuo Zhao was still about to speak, the monk suddenly turned around solemnly:

"Be cautious about this matter. It will be another twists and turns for Mr. Da to know about it."

The monk said sincerely:

"The capital of Ye is in the north of the Yangtze River, with a ruler sitting in the town. The disaster of living corpses has long been suppressed to the minimum. I follow the orders of my teacher, and Miss Yan and brother Zuo follow the orders of the clan. The three of us came here to eliminate the disaster, but in fact it is just to share the benefits." A cup of merit."

"Mr. Da sent me back to Jiangbei because he was dissatisfied with Brother Zuo. Fortunately, the three of us finally returned."

Speaking of this, the monk is serious:

"It's really not easy for me to lead an army alone and march into Songyang. Even if I did my best behind the scenes, it took a lot of effort in front of Mr. Da.

The rest of the leading armies, there are quite a few aristocratic families and sects who share their merits with us.

Brother Zuo must not hold resentment or hatred in your heart, because the small loses the big. "

This remark was indeed from the bottom of my heart, and the Zuo family in Danbei had a long-standing friendship with Jingang Temple, even though Zuo Zhao had a violent nature, he had no choice but to be negligent.

"I remember the words of the monk."

He waved his hand behind him, "Send the order, the whole army will move out of Fenyin!"

The black-armored soldiers received the order to retreat, and after a while, the marching horn was heard far away.

The sound of heavy footsteps is connected together, and the armor is densely packed, shining black light in the morning light.

Looking up and down, a full [-] powerful troops were connected in a line, rising straight up, turning into a sky-supporting battle flag, bursting a corner of the dense purple mist.

"After the matter in Fenyin is over, after returning to Yedu." Zuo Zhao laughed at Wuhui, "I'll take you to find some real fun!"

(End of this chapter)