Wanderer of the whirling world

United States.

New York, John F. Kennedy International Airport.

Private jet terminal.

Da da da.

In the passage, the sound of high heels tapping the ground came rhythmically.

A young Caucasian girl, with long blond hair like a waterfall, and blue eyes like spring water, walked on the marble floor with her head held high.

She was wearing a custom-made tube top black dress, revealing a fragrant shoulder like soft jade. Under the light, her delicate skin became whiter and more dazzling. Yang, the skirt danced lightly, causing pedestrians on the side of the road to look sideways from time to time.

What is especially worth mentioning is that on the right arm of the girl Bai Nen, there is a long black poisonous snake tattoo coiled around. The triangular snake head landed on the back of her hand, spitting out snake letters, which was lifelike and added to her whole body. Somewhat strange and mysterious beauty.

Behind the girl, there are two tall men in black suits, carrying four or five huge suitcases for her, while she herself is holding a small and exquisite Kun bag in her left hand, and pressing her mobile phone to her ear with her right hand, making a call.

"Yes, I have already arrived at the airport... What? Someone wants to go to Yanjing, China with me? Who is so cheeky and wants to use the private jet I chartered for nothing? Want to go to China, buy an economy class ticket by yourself... "

"Diana, don't be so rude. Mr. Aiden is the most outstanding genius in the Hall of Valor in recent years. It won't hurt you to get to know him..."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, the girl suddenly had a feeling in her heart, she turned her head suddenly, her sapphire-like eyes were piercing, and she looked behind her.

Not far behind her, a tall blond man wearing a white cloth embroidered shirt, dirty suede leather pants, and heavy patterned cowboy boots was smiling at her.

Seeing the girl's gaze projected over, the man smiled with one hand behind his back, and took off his wide-brimmed cowboy hat with the other hand, drew a playful arc in mid-air, and finally put it on his chest, greeting her slightly.

"Miss Diana, hello..."

"cut……"

The girl snorted, turned around, and walked forward without looking back.

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Japan, Tokyo.

In a luxurious villa, an inexplicable ripple suddenly rose in the air, and the surrounding space rippled like water waves.

The figure of Nataro Shimazu appeared out of nowhere, with his feet up in the air, and he fell heavily on the floor, his face covered in blood.

He reluctantly turned over, leaning his hands on the ground, panting heavily, big grains of blood dripping and splashing on the floor, his eyes were full of unbelievable expressions...

call.

The handsome and feminine Shimadzu Masahiko took a step, stepped out of the space fluctuations, stood in front of Shimadzu Nataro, looked down at his cousin, his face was full of contempt.

On his snow-white training clothes, there were spots of bright red blood, but his face was still as white as before. Obviously, those blood spots were not his.

"Brother Nataro, for so long, your kung fu has only improved a little bit, from now on, you probably won't be qualified to be my opponent anymore.

"If you want to learn from each other in the future, we can't do it in the secret realm. I'm afraid that if you don't pay attention, you will be killed. But in the real world, I can give you a little advice."

Masahiko Shimadzu's words were straightforward, with an unquestionable tone, as if the person kneeling in front of him was not a senior practitioner of the same level as him, but an elementary school student from a martial arts club.

Naitaro Shimazu was furious when he heard the words, and struggled to stand up, but just as he raised his head, he met his cousin's sinister eyes, suddenly felt trembling with fear, and swallowed the rebuttal After all, I didn't have the courage to speak out.

At this moment, a piece of green jade around Masahiko Shimadzu's waist suddenly shone slightly. He reached out and took the jade tablet in his hand, pondered for a moment and said:
"Brother, please help me arrange a plane. The Realm of Floating Life is about to open. I'm going to Yanjing, China. I hope that when I come back, your short sword skills will improve. Don't lose our Shimadzu family." face."

At this time, he seemed to have regarded himself as the heir of the family, and treated his cousin as a follower. After giving orders, he turned and left, leaving only the stunned, angry but helpless Shimazu Naitaro.

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At the same time, in Northern Europe, South America, Africa, India and other parts of the world, dozens of young geniuses under the age of 30 are heading for the same place. Their goal is only one, and that is the Baiyun Taoist Temple in Yanjing City, the thousand-year-old capital.

……

At the same time, in Longquan Temple in Haidian, Yanjing City, a thin young monk wearing a yellow robe and glasses was kneeling on the futon in front of the Buddha statue, chanting prayers devoutly.

Outside the main hall, a middle-aged monk came in and said:

"Junior Xu Xingzi, in the past few days, everyone has reported that the curriculum arrangement you made is 'too cumbersome', I hope you can change it."

The young monk turned a deaf ear to his words, and was still reciting Buddhist scriptures silently. After a while, he opened his mouth and said:
"Brother, what is complicated? Please give me some advice."

The monk sighed and said:
"The Buddhist scriptures you quoted in your teaching plan are too many and fragmented. We are not high-achieving Yanda students like you. How can we memorize so many troublesome scriptures. When we lecture, there is no need to quote the scriptures, dig out so many details, and talk about it in general. It’s enough to talk about Buddhist thoughts, but those who come to this training class are all laymen, and they don’t understand too much, can they?”

Xu Xingzi turned around slowly, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said slowly:
"Reciting the scriptures is a compulsory homework for every Buddhist. What's the trouble? Also, all living beings are equal. No matter whether the audience is a layman or an insider, we should treat them equally. Just fool them.

"As long as we persevere, even if only one person in the whole class is enlightened, it will be of immeasurable merit. Brother, you have hosted the training class for so many years, don't you understand these simple truths?"

The middle-aged monks were full of anger. They set up Buddhist training courses in order to earn some extra money and seek benefits for everyone, but who would have thought that this master, who is profound in Buddhism, was so serious that he was outrageous.And ignorantly, he insisted on compiling the lesson plans for lesson preparation in an obscure way, which made everyone complain.

They intend to squeeze out this little junior, but this kid is a graduate of the Department of Mathematics of Yanda University and has received a full scholarship for a Ph.D. in the United States. The abbot of Longquan Temple likes it, and he must be held in front of the stage for everything, so that they will not dare to explode when they are angry.

Just as the middle-aged monk's eyes were rolling wildly, thinking of an idea to exclude this Xu Xingzi from the core circle of the training class, the young monk in front of him picked up a string of rosary beads hanging around his neck, was slightly taken aback, and immediately put his hands together. Heshi said:

"Brother, the poor monk is going to take a leave of absence for a week to deal with some trivial matters. During my absence, I also ask you to help manage the mundane affairs of the training class..."

The middle-aged monk was worried that he couldn't find an excuse, so he hurriedly said:

"Should be, should be, junior brother don't need to come back in a hurry, everything will be handled in an orderly manner with senior brother."

Xu Xingzi smiled slightly, stood up, and strode away from the temple...

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