high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 78 Fighting

Beside Mrs. Yinshan, Song Chi's eyes flickered with only his soul body left, but he finally remained silent.

He knew that at this time, no matter how he argued, it was useless.

"How did you find me? Is that the cat?"

Mrs. Yinshan blinked, and she was as pretty as a girl: "As expected, it should be killed."

"It's called Yuchan. If you kill it, Zuo and Xie will go crazy."

The divine foot monk Guanghui looked dull:

"Since you are only here to pick up your lover's reincarnation, then let Du Shaozhi and the local officials go."

He looked at Song Chi with majesty like a lion opening his eyes:

"Why, do you still want to kill the master?"

There was a moment of silence in the air, and after a long time, Song Chi waved his hands weakly:

"Let it go."

From today onwards, I have to add another notoriety of collusion and treachery to my already infamous reputation.

Although even his story about everything is in the fog.

Mrs. Yinshan smiled, and shook the scroll lightly.

It was originally an ancient painting of her face, but Du Shaozhi and the local officials appeared.

As the picture scroll flickered, the two of them floated out of the picture immediately. Their bodies, which were as flat as pieces of paper, swelled and plumped up little by little, and finally completely returned to their original form in the black mist.

"Damn!"

The local official touched the long sword without scabbard behind his back with a look of shock.

As soon as Fang met, Mrs. Yinshan took him into the painting before he had time to ask questions.

He didn't use any means, even he didn't even have time to draw a sword.

"The kindness of a woman will kill you sooner or later."

Guanghui, a monk with divine feet, looked at Du Shaozhi who was silent and shook his head slightly. What he held in his hand was an unopened green silk bone umbrella.

Guanghui turned to Mrs. Yinshan again, with a slightly stern expression:

"Since Ma'am has fulfilled her wish, when will she return to Yinshan Mountain?"

"Yin Mountain? Why should I go back?" Mingli woman smiled softly with a playful expression.

Guanghui silently recited the Buddha's mantra, then raised her head suddenly.

Clang!Clang!Clang!

Countless golden sword sounds rolled in, and the sound seemed real, rolling in, twisting the heaven and the earth into a mighty strand.

Numerous vacuum channels suddenly appeared and exploded together. Guanghui stepped forward slowly, and Wanjun's thunderous drums exploded with his steps.

He is as sacred as the great Buddha sitting on Mount Sumeru, but also like an empty phantom of nothingness.

Hungry ghosts, Asuras, Vajras, lions, dragons, yakshas, ​​etc. surrounded him, and they all prostrated themselves to worship Guanghui, and a boundless dharma circle surrounded the sky above Fenyin City.

Storm is coming!

In the garden, Wu Xian, who was meditating with his eyes closed, raised his head in shock.

"Then let's fight!"

With a loud clang, the whole world rolled upside down.

The voice may be solemn, or ethereal, or violent, or peaceful, echoing above Qingming for a long time, like the sound of thunder.

"What a fighting monk!"

Mrs. Yinshan sneered again and again, but she didn't strike easily.

Most of Guanghui's killing intent was concentrated on Song Chi, and no one in the world could avoid it with a thunderous blow from the magic foot.

When she became more and more angry and the war was on the verge of breaking out.

Suddenly, Mrs. Yin Shan's expression froze.

Her expression was indifferent, her slender fingers clenched tightly.

In the distant South China Sea, an old pair of eyes was watching her calmly.

Immortal...

She cursed secretly, and finally lowered her raised hand slowly.

"Go away, stop fighting!"

She raised her face, cursed at the tall figure like a giant Buddha, and stomped her feet like a little girl.

"Good."

All kinds of visions were like water and dreamy shadows, which suddenly disappeared. Guang Hui's expression was still dull, and his eyes were indifferent.

At that moment just now, he also sensed the gleam in Nan Hai's eyes.

"I'll be going back to Yinshan Mountain later, dead bald head, get out!"

"Amitabha."

Guanghui hesitated for a moment, and finally said:

"Does Madam also believe in reincarnation?"

He pointed at Song Chi, but in an uncharacteristically earnest tone:

"How did Madam know that Song Chi is the reincarnation of your lover?"

"None of your business!" Mrs. Yin Shan raised her brows upside down, "Get lost!"

An angry look appeared on Guanghui's face, and she was about to explode on the spot, but she managed to suppress her anger, and with a cold snort, she disappeared.

With Xuan Wenjun here, there is no need for him to do anything else.

"Then I'm leaving too."

The magistrate paid tribute to Du Shaozhi who had been silent.

Next, it is the matter of the two masters and apprentices. As an outsider, he is naturally not easy to get involved.

After both of them left one after another, only Du Shaozhi's master and apprentice and Mrs. Yinshan remained above Qingming.

Song Chi took two steps back as if shrunk. He has always been calm in the face of Guanghui's attacks.

At this moment, I couldn't help trembling all over my body.

Scenes of the past came to mind, he sometimes clenched his fists, and sometimes frowned, his eyes were faintly red under the agitation.

When he couldn't help crying or laughing, a hand gently grabbed him.

Song Chi was startled, he turned his face away, and the bright woman looked at him worriedly.

"How do you..."

He said hoarsely: "How do you know that I am the reincarnation of your lover? Reincarnation? Do you really believe in reincarnation?"

After seeing through the depths of the purple mist, the strange and boundless scene, the woman in front of him suddenly appeared and grabbed him.

This is just an ancient painting that I randomly picked up at a small stall.

She never expected that she would be the most famous and mysterious ghost in the world - Mrs. Yinshan!

Until the moment he was captured, Song Chi was in a dream.

"I just know it!"

Like a little girl, the notorious Sneaky shook her hand coquettishly:

"You were covered by Confucian luck before, so I couldn't find you."

She narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly: "I've been looking for you for a long time. Fortunately, you were kicked out, otherwise it would take me a long time to find you."

It's... ridiculous...

Song Chi felt a sense of confusion in his heart. Such a big and sneaky creature looked like a girl in front of him.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled slowly.

At this time, there are still people who can care about themselves. It seems that it has been a long time since this feeling.

"What the hell did you do?"

She looked warily at Du Shaozhi who had been silent all this time, and said to Song Chi in a low voice:

"That's your master? Why do those holy lands and aristocratic families seem to hate you?"

Song Chi's eyes flickered, he raised his eyes, and suddenly gently clenched the sneaky hand beside him.

"ah?"

She screamed and jumped in shock. When she realized what had happened, her cheeks were flushed, and she squeezed Song Chi even harder with joy.

"Naturally..."

Song Chi unconsciously exerted force on his hand, trembling slightly. He looked at the man who had been silent all this time, and tightened his grip even more, as if he wanted to draw courage from that hand.

"Although I lost, but it is true..."

After a long silence, Song Chi suddenly laughed at himself: "But it is indeed a major event to nourish the people of the world!"

This sound was extremely loud, almost like a roar, like the explosion of thunder.

Du Shaozhi, who had been silent all this time, was finally disturbed. He calmly looked at the disciple who had been separated for hundreds of years, and even his voice was calm:

"When you were expelled from Yedu, I left you my master's jade pendant."

His voice paused:

"Tell me, what did you see in the purple mist?"

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While Du Shaozhi was talking with Song Chi, a brilliant golden light pierced through the layers of clouds like a shooting star at the border of an unknown distance from Fenyin.

In the golden light, Wu Hui, who was sleeping soundly, with his chest bare and his back exposed, jumped up suddenly, and even surprised Bai Shu who was meditating.

"Uncle Shenzu!"

With a stretch of Wuhui Zhenqi, he transformed into a monk's robe, covering his body in panic.

Bai Shu looked back, and in the void, there was a middle-aged monk with an ordinary face standing in his forties.

"Uncle Shenzu." Wu Hui greeted him with a sneer, "Why is uncle here?"

(End of this chapter)