I'm looking for fairyland alone

Chapter 246 The Gathering of All Parties and Lu Zhen's Practice
The secretary pushed the ashtray on the table in front of the man: "The domestic situation in South Asia is also very complicated. They seem to use going north as a vent for the uncontrollable situation in the country."

The man smiled and said with a cigar in his mouth: "The more complicated the better, if you can't defeat the opponent in the country, then go north, there is a common enemy here... This is in the interest of all of them."

"I get it," the secretary concluded. "We help South Asians make as much trouble here as possible."

"However, we cannot help them without a bottom line, and the directors of the company will not allow this to happen, after all, South Asians are not our partners.

"So, where is the limit?"

"Of course we can't help them without a bottom line." The man sneered, "Even if all the South Asians die and continue to lose face here, we have nothing to lose. If we want to cut off the hand protruding here, we have plenty of ways. "

"But it's the best way to let the South Asians solve him. I think the limit is best controlled...in the words here, the degree to which both sides are damaged."

"Someone in South Asia died, preferably a master, and that Lu Zhen also died in the hands of South Asia, which will increase the conflict between the two sides and let the two sides restrain each other."

"For this reason, we can provide resource support for South Asians, and even human support. I will tell the director..."

Suddenly, the man's mobile phone on the table vibrated, interrupting the man's words.

The man glanced at the phone screen, it was an unfamiliar number.

But this is his mobile phone for work, and he was a little surprised when a strange call came in at this time.

He picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

A mature, slightly hoarse woman's voice came from the receiver: "Is that Mr. Robert?"

When Robert was looking at the phone, the secretary standing beside him walked out of the room silently, and just heard these words when he opened the door.

A few minutes later, the secretary heard Robert's greeting, opened the door again and walked into the room.

Robert put down the phone, with an intriguing expression on his face: "I didn't expect that the director's hand has already reached here, interesting..."

The secretary didn't speak.

She knew there were some things he could know and some things she couldn't.

Only by grasping this boundary well can she sit firmly in this position.

"Is there anything else you want to add?" she asked.

"The contact with South Asians will remain the same tomorrow." Robert smiled, "As a matter of sincerity, if you send the more detailed information I just obtained to South Asians first, it must be of great help to them. The man named Lu Really little guy is really not easy..."

"After sending out the information, you compare what we have investigated to see if there is anything wrong with the information, and report to me later."

……

On a car heading south, a middle-aged man with a calm demeanor and a thick beard sat cross-legged on the special rear seat of the car. On his forehead were three eye-catching white horizontal lines and a red dot the thickness of a finger. .

On the first day, the horizontal line is above the eyebrows, extending from the temple hair on the left side to the right side.

The second line is in the middle of the forehead, and a crimson point is located in the middle of the brow, dividing this white line into two halves that are not connected on the left and right.

The third white line is located below the hairline and is as long as the two lower lines.

The three lines and red dots seem to have some mysterious symbolic meaning, and they are very eye-catching like a magnet. Anyone who sees this person will immediately see the white lines and red dots on his forehead.

His complexion is the typical brown skin of South Asians, but his nose bridge is straight, and his facial features have certain characteristics of Westerners. His long hair is tied into a bun like a haystack, and the bottom is casually draped over his shoulders. A mess.

His body has some characteristics of an ascetic monk, but the skin on his body is very plump, not at all like a cultivator who has been tortured by asceticism.

This contradictory contrast makes him even more mysterious.

In the passenger seat, the South Asian young man who had followed Master Laxman to the north answered the phone, poked his head out from the side of the seat, and whispered: "Master Johari, Robert, the representative of Bechymos, has arrived here. I hope to meet with you tomorrow." You talk about it yourself, and if you agree, he wants you to arrange a place and a time to meet."

The man called Johari didn't react at all, as if he didn't hear the youth's words.

After a long while, his mouth moved slightly, and a textured voice came out: "Reply to him, I will see him in the southwest tomorrow."

The young man turned his head to look at the phone, tapped the screen a few times, and then handed the phone to Johari: "To show their sincerity, the people from Bechymos have already sent us detailed information about their opponent."

"This information is many times more detailed than what we collected ourselves, and there are many things that we can't investigate."

"I have to admit that Bechymos is much more informed than we are about Bechymos' presence here. If we accept Bechymos' help, things will definitely be a lot easier this time."

"Bechymos's hands are too long..." Johari's eyelids moved slightly, and his blue eyes appeared between the brown skin, which looked deeper, as if he could see through all the falsehoods in the world.

Anyone who looks at these eyes that are as clear as deep mountains and great lakes will inevitably feel a little panic in their hearts, because anyone can see themselves in these eyes.

The young man who was handing the phone lowered his head.

Every time he looked into Johari's eyes, the inferiority and cowardice in his heart would increase...

Johari took the mobile phone, looked at it for a while, then returned the mobile phone to the young man, and said slowly: "Lu Zhen...is really not an ordinary person."

"Ever since I learned that Master Laxman died at his hands, I have never underestimated him for a moment."

"He... I didn't see it with my own eyes when he killed Master Laxman, but afterward, he was not injured at all, while Master Laxman only had one head left..." The young man recalled the scene at that time, with both hands His fists were clenched tightly, his eyes showed uncontrollable fear.

"Master, you have communicated with Master Laxman, and you know the extent of Master Laxman's cultivation, but Laxman still died at his hands..."

After a pause, the young man gritted his teeth and said, "That's why we need Bechymos' help!"

"We are going to cooperate with Bechymos...I...I don't doubt Master Johari...Master...Master, your cultivation level has made a breakthrough. Now I don't know how far your cultivation level has reached, Master, but ……But……"

"Don't be nervous, Sitharaman." Johari stretched out a hand and pressed it on top of the young man's head, "Don't be afraid, don't panic, the omnipotent and omniscient Shiva will show us the way."

Feeling the infinite power contained in that palm, Sitharaman's distorted face gradually returned to normal.

Sitharaman let out a long sigh: "I'm really useless... Seeing the death of Master Laxman, I dream of Master Laxman every night, I... I am a weak person..."

"Everyone is weak, so we need to practice penance and seek Shiva's blessing. Weakness is not shameful before seeing Shiva. On the contrary, it shows Shiva's greatness." Johari withdrew his palm.

His voice was calm but with an inexplicable power, which quickly calmed Sitharaman's uneasy mood.

Sitaraman made a gesture of prayer: "Praise the great god Shiva..."

"It's a very strange thing for Behemoth to go north," Johari said.

"They have no business here, so they have no motivation to go north...I don't know why they go north, but they not only go north, but they are also very enthusiastic about our affairs..."

Sitharaman said in a deep voice: "I know that Bechymos has always focused on pursuing interests. They are eager to help us. There must be reasons that we haven't discovered. We should be vigilant against Bechymos, but..."

He looked at the mobile phone in his hand: "Master, you have also seen the detailed information of that Lu Zhen, he is more terrifying than we imagined."

"Not only did he kill Master Laxman, but he also defeated two practitioners who were not under Master Laxman's cultivation level behind him. He also killed one person on the spot, seriously injured another person, and the latter person was also killed He killed..."

"More importantly, the person on the highest peak is mentioned here... When I was there, I didn't see that person make a move, but here said that Lu Zhen seemed to have had a fight with that person, but he didn't stay. A little hurt."

"There are only two possibilities here, either they didn't fight and the news recorded here is false, or they had a fight, and this Lu Zhen not only survived that man, but also didn't leave any injuries... "

"However, as far as I know, when Lu Zhen killed two people and seriously injured one at that time, the possibility of finally making a move is very high..."

"Master, you have visited that person before, and you know better than me how terrifying that person is, so you also know better than me how terrifying this Lu Zhen's cultivation is."

"After all, he is the one that everyone should pay attention to!"

Johari said: "He is not that opponent. So far... I have seen no one who is that opponent. There should be another reason why he was not injured."

"No matter what the reason is, he survived in the hands of that person after all. Shouldn't we value him?" Sitharaman gritted his teeth, "So we should use all available forces at all costs to complete our mission. Otherwise, not only will we not be able to take revenge, but we may lose face here again and become a joke of all factions in the country!"

Johari's blue eyes looked at the back of Sitharaman's head: "Your mind is confused again."

Sitharaman smiled wryly: "I... am a weak person, and I am ashamed of the title of successor of Master Laxman... Maybe Master Ansari is right, I actually do not have the qualifications..."

"Master Laxman knows that he is about to die, but he brought you north, and he has given you this qualification." Johari said calmly, "Don't feel inferior, Sitharaman, Lord Shiva is watching us go forward."

Sitharaman took a deep breath, looked at the company's vehicle that was monitoring him in front, and said in a deep voice: "Master Ansari will go north and enter the southwest the day after tomorrow, together with Master Korana, and us, the tripartite cooperation, compared to the time The combination of the two of Mamel is even stronger... and Behemoth is willing to pay the price to help us."

"However, the company here threw him away after using it up, and was unwilling to help him at all. Now he has only one person... I believe that we will be able to avenge Master Laxman and regain the lost honor of Master Laxman."

Johari said piously: "God Shiva is omnipotent...since under the guidance of God Shiva, why are you panicking?"

"It's my fault." Sitharaman sighed again, "I have followed Master Laxman for many years, but my penance has not made much progress. If Master Laxman is still alive, he must be very disappointed in me."

Johari smiled slightly: "There are so many people in South Asia, only you can communicate with Master Laxman, and only you can become the tongue of Master Laxman."

"You are the inheritor of Master Laxman as it should be."

"Ansari and Korana were confused by wrong concepts for a while, and did not realize the will of the gods. They will eventually come back from their mistakes." Johari's eyes flashed a strange light, "And you, Sitharaman was destined to be the leader of the South Asian sect, to find the right way forward for many mortals amidst the wrath of the gods."

……

On the towering cliff, Lu Zhen sat cross-legged on a intact rock, looking down at the continuous green below.

Time flies by, and it has been two days since he left Tang Sect.

Two days ago, he had no intention of coming to this uninhabited land with pleasant scenery, so he chose to concentrate on cultivation here.

Tang Sect's coverage area is not small, coupled with the company's control in the southwest, if he stays in the city, the probability of being disturbed is not small.

Like now, if he stays in the mountains to practice at will, no one will be able to find his position.

In two days, he had exhausted the medicine that Xu Xin had given him to refine poison qi, and the blue color on his face hadn't deepened compared to when he saw Xu Xin.

Xu Xin thought that such a can of medicine could be used for a year or two, but he actually used it up soon after he opened it.

Xu Xin also said that he needed two or three cans of medicine to cooperate with him in refining poison qi, but after using the second can, Lu Zhen already felt a significant change in his qi.

He stretched out his right hand.

The heart fire and waste gold qi that appeared docilely in his palm were both light blue in color.

He hadn't fought anyone yet, and he had tried to use the two qi, but just looking at the gorgeous surface, he knew that the two qi had already been poisoned.

When Lu Zhen fought against people from the Tang Sect, he saw that the poisonous miasma of the Tang Sect was lavender, and the poisonous qi of another skill that can make the poisonous qi appear in the state of a constrictor was light blue.

He suspected that Xu Xin told him that the method of refining poison qi was part of the latter method, but he had no evidence.

But that doesn't matter either.

Now, his control over the two qi is easier, to the extent that it can be regarded as handy.

However, during the two days of quiet practice, his heart became more peaceful, and his Vipassana practice has grown rapidly, and he has reached the level that matches the refined poison qi.

The pressure on his viscera from the poisonous qi gradually decreased.

From the initial heart palpitations to now I have no feeling at all.

"The time is ripe for the real step into the third calamity..." Lu Zhen closed his eyes, "Entering the third calamity, can my hands be fully awakened?"

Compared with stepping into the third catastrophe, his expectations for the awakening of the red hands with both hands are not low at all...

(End of this chapter)