high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 65 The Mirror of Ten Hearts

The carriage ran over the bluestone road, and the people along the way hurriedly dodged to the side.

Although they don't know the identity of the owner of the carriage, they can still ride in the carriage at this time, no matter what their identity is, they are not something they can offend.

Eyesight is always important.

In the carriage, Bai Zhu was leaning on the soft chair, the tea in front of her was emitting mellow steam.

Xie Fanjing and Huamao are playing a head-bumping game, you hit me, I bump you, never tired of it.

After a full cup of tea, the tea in front of me has completely cooled down and no longer has the slightest aroma.

The carriage finally stopped.

Bai Shu and Xie Fanjing were ushered in, and they stopped in front of a magnificent palace after turning around and turning around.

This place is more than several times wider than Baishu's residence, and it is magnificent. At the entrance, on the black golden nanmu plaque, the three characters of Yueshou Palace break into the eyes.

Surrounded by a vast garden, it surrounded the Yueshou Palace.

In the garden, there are colorful flowers and trees, craggy rocks, tall and straight, small bridges and flowing water in the garden, winding roads, and several extremely exquisite pavilions.

Bai Shu looked around and saw a man in his 30s wearing a purple robe leading a group of maidservants to admire flowers in the garden.

When the man saw Bai Shu looking over, he smiled and saluted.

After the two greeted each other, a servant who led him beside him bowed forward.

He stepped forward to open the door and made a gesture of invitation.

"My lord, please come in." He said, "The two masters are waiting for you inside."

Stepping into the portal, the veil hangs low, and in front of you is a large screen made of red sandalwood and marble. Turning around, there is a living room.

Wuxian and Wuhui were sitting on chairs drinking tea, when they saw Baishu approaching, they smiled and nodded.

In addition to the two, there is a man in Confucian shirt with a miserable face, and a beautiful woman with a ponytail, tall and graceful, with picturesque eyebrows and fair skin like jade.

"This is your nephew?" The woman looked over curiously, "Little Red Dragon twice, in your temple, it is only worse than those few."

"This is a member of the Yan family in Taizhou."

There is no obvious explanation to Baishu, and he is easy-going.

While Wuxian's lips moved slightly, he didn't know what he said to the woman, and after a while, she covered her lips, walked past Baizhu with a smile, and walked out the door.

"this."

Wuxian opened his mouth again, and raised his hand to the man in Confucian shirt with a miserable face, "You know this one too, don't you?"

"Sheep sacrificial wine."

Bai Shu gave a salute, "I haven't congratulated on the safety of Jijiu's body yet."

"I would rather die myself, so I don't have to pass on the sword scriptures to you."

Yang Shixuan had a bitter face, and his expression was dull, "I never expected that you would enter the Vajra Temple. I really never expected it."

The kid in front of me, I could tell at a glance that day that he wanted the sword scripture, and due to the situation, I had no choice but to pass on half of it to him.

After all, I had no more energy left, even though the kid said to the Xie family girl in a low voice, I couldn't hear it.

What stealing is not successful, then direct Mingqiang, what is using hostages as coercion, and what is deliberately selling one's favor.

If it weren't for Mrs. Yan's shallow martial arts, it was difficult to protect her body, and she was like a candle, unable to last.

Yang Shixuan almost rewarded him with a sword.

I wanted to lure him with half of the sword scriptures first, wait for someone to wake me up, and then rely on my identity to order him to bring back the half of the sword scriptures.

As for whether to kill with a sword or erase the memory, we will talk about it later.

It's just that he never expected that it was the King Kong Temple that saved him first, and that kid also entered the King Kong Temple.

This time, it was really a dumb person who ate Coptis chinensis, and couldn't tell the pain.

After thinking up to this point, Yang Shixuan's face became even more miserable.

"Hurry up, old sheep, don't dawdle."

After seeing Yang Shixuan's words, he didn't move for a long time, and shouted indistinctly:

"Your boy has always been unhappy in doing things. Why, you want to rely on the grace of saving your life?"

The long-haired greasy man stared: "I promise, and my brothers in the King Kong Temple don't agree either!"

That's all, that's all...

Yang Shixuan let out a long sigh, got up and pointed again, between Baishu's eyebrows, then slammed the door angrily and went out.

"Lao Yang, kid." Wu Hui giggled strangely.

Dong!

In my mind, those weird cloud-like words were tumbling and changing again.

The blue light shone everywhere, and countless characters crawled out of the blue light little by little.

Finally, after the mind completely calmed down, the remaining half of the sword scriptures had been completed.

"The Sutra of Using the Sword of the Fetal God"——

Bai Shu looked at the remaining half and was overjoyed.

He has seen the power of the flying sword before in Yang Shixuan, and Yang Shixuan is so precious to this sword scripture, it seems that it is extraordinary.

"Thank you to the two uncles for completeness."

Bai Shu suppressed the joy in his heart and thanked the two of them.

If they were not there, seeing Yang Shixuan's face, this sword scripture would definitely not be in his hands.

"Among the same sect, why should it be so?"

Wu Xian shook his head with a smile, his eyebrows were in the sea, and a round of perfect mirror with precious light was quietly closed.

In the past ten days, although he was busy looking for Mrs. Yinshan, he also sent people to find out the details of Atractylodes macrocephala.

It is natural to be cautious when accepting disciples in the Holy Land.

If there are treacherous people in the sect, not to mention the damage to the reputation, if the fundamental law of the sect is leaked, it is a matter of great importance.

The young man in front of him is indeed a servant of the Zhao family, and has no connection with other holy places.

"how?"

A heart sound resounded in the sea of ​​consciousness, but it was an unobstructed voice.

"In just a few tens of days, it is only one step away from Wuchen. This is the real short-cut body."

The voice was somewhat complaining: "When I touched the bone, I did not fail to measure it, but you suspected that he was from another holy place, and you borrowed the ten-heart mirror, how about this time?"

"There are indeed no strange treasures, and no other aura."

Wuxian also responded with heart sounds.

Just now, he activated the ten-heart mirror, and carefully illuminated the young man in front of him.

There is no strange treasure in the body, nor any other breath.

A boy who is close to the Tao, a boy who can break through two red dragon catastrophes by himself, even the King Kong Temple, cannot be ignored.

Brother Wuhuai of Fengshan Temple also practices the Chilong Heart Sutra, he is the most suitable person to teach the young man in front of him.

The result is over, when Wu Xian passes the message through the mirror of ten hearts.

At this moment, far away in Jiangbei, in a magnificent treasure temple, the old monk with white beard and hair, surrounded by countless light clusters around his body, and surrounded by the sound of chanting scriptures raised his head slightly.

"Can!"

Hearing this, Wu Xian bowed quickly, not daring to neglect at all.

"Nephew."

After the voice faded away, Wu Xian raised his head and smiled at the unintelligible Bai Shu.

"I called you here today, firstly for the sword scriptures, and secondly, to teach you some exercises in the temple."

Now that he has been approved by the abbot, Bai Shu can be regarded as a real monk of the Vajra Monastery from now on.

He didn't make any statement before, of course Mrs. Yinshan has important matters ahead.

But since the result of the ten-heart mirror is correct, it is also time to teach him some fundamental Dafa.

(End of this chapter)