Daoying

Chapter 127 Who is Pei Hua?

Several hours later, the three came to the sky above an island.

This is an ordinary island that can no longer be ordinary, with a first-level aura, and millions of mortals live on it, as well as a large number of low-level monks.

All monks with better conditions will go to the second-level islands, and those who stay on the first-level islands are basically three-no monks who accept their fate like Pei Hua.

There are a large number of people gathered on the beach, all of them are going out to work.

Some monks walked on the water, or flew on the magic weapon, which aroused everyone's attention and amazed.

Xie Huanfei landed on a large reef, looking at the sea, it seems that this area was captured.

Blue light and silver light bloomed in his eyes, he looked around, then slowly closed his eyes, thinking about the state at that time.

Suddenly he opened his eyes suddenly, the silver light in his pupils seemed to brighten a bit, staring at the surrounding sea area, shooting out two terrifying rays of light.

Xu Wei has been following him, since Xie Huan asked him how he entered the Tianhuang Palace, Xie Huan remained silent, making her confused and unclear about the situation, she felt something strange at this moment, and immediately came forward to ask: "Brother, what's the matter?"

Xie Huan's eyes of insight kept analyzing the scene of the surrounding sea water, as if seeing something extremely incredible, he muttered to himself: "Impossible, impossible!"

At this time, a Sanwu monk was chasing a spirit fish in the distance, his feet were running wildly on the water, holding a spear in his left hand, and making a formula with his right, he kept pointing towards the surface of the water, making splashes of "bang bang bang".

The spirit fish was about one foot long, long and narrow like a willow leaf, with graceful curves flashing, dodging in the water.

Suddenly, Lingyu's body shook, and it burst out of the water, and was taken into Xie Huan's hands.

"Who are you? Steal my spirit fish!"

When the monk saw someone, he was startled, raised his spear and became alert.

Xie Huan looked at the spirit fish, the scales had faint luster, frowned slightly, looked at the monk and asked, "Is this the floating dust island?"

"Of course yes."

The monk replied, looking at the fish in Xie Huan's hand, he shouted, "Give me back the fish."

He dared not come forward.

The other party can catch the spirit fish away with a light grasp, and his cultivation level is unfathomable, probably far above his own.

And it looks very strange.

He remembered that Sanwu monks often disappeared, and he couldn't help but get nervous.

Xie Huan threw the fish to him directly, and asked: "Is this sea area rich in spirit clams?"

The monk caught the fish, was overjoyed, hurriedly pocketed it, and said with a smile: "Senior, you just joked, Fuchen Island is rich in this kind of willow silk fish, and I have never heard of a spirit clam."

Xie Huan's hand trembled imperceptibly, his five fingers clenched tightly behind his back, and he said in a deep voice, "No clams?"

"No birth."

The monk said with certainty: "I have lived on this island for more than sixty years, and I have never seen a single clam."

At this time, several other monks sensed the situation here, and they all moved closer.

The monk talked to everyone, and everyone shook their heads: "There are no clams."

Xie Huan only felt a chill hit his forehead, and he asked with an ugly face: "Then have you ever heard of a monk named Pei Hua?"

"Pei Hua?"

Everyone looked confused.

The previous monk said: "Shouldn't it be a monk from Fuchen Island? If it's from this island, I'll definitely recognize it. I've never heard of this name before."

"What about Meng Nian, Yang Gong, and Jia Siqi?"

Xie Huan calmly asked three more names.

The monk was taken aback, and several other monks also looked strange. The monk pointed to himself and said, "This is Gong Yang." He then pointed to the other two: "He is Meng Nian, and he is Jia Siqi."

This time Xie Huan's face was even uglier.

He stared at the man named Meng Nian, took a deep breath, and asked, "Don't you recognize Pei Hua?"

The man named Meng Nian was in his thirties, wearing a patched Taoist robe, with a beard full of embarrassment, Xie Huan stared at him all over, shaking his head tremblingly: "I don't know."

Several monks gathered together nervously, made eye contact with each other, and then ran away desperately.

"Brother, what's the matter?"

Xu Wei felt that Xie Huan's condition was getting worse and worse, so she stepped forward and asked with some worry.

Xie Huan looked up at the sky, then at the huge island, and then at the fleeing monks.

The three people he mentioned were all companions in Pei Hua's memory, especially this one named Meng Nian, who borrowed five low-grade spirit stones from Pei Hua back then, and was later seen in the mine of Tianhuang Temple, and was With no hands and feet, he lay on the ground and picked up the ore with his mouth.

Now the name is there, but the person is completely different.

Memories all changed?
Xie Huan felt inexplicably cold.

As soon as his figure flickered, he flew to the island.

A while later, they came to Pei Hua's home.

Those few rooms are still there, just like in memory, but there are people living in them.

Xie Huan stepped down, and after a little perception, there were four people, all mortals.

Two elderly parents, the old man is beating on the wooden boards in the backyard, repairing a big boat, the old woman is cooking something to eat, the soup is bubbling in the pot, and a boy and a girl are dividing the food with a kitchen knife Sea fish, ready to dry up.

Xie Huan frowned, went straight to the backyard, was stunned for a moment, and found that the tomb he had erected was gone.

"who is it?"

The old man was repairing the boat, and suddenly found that there were more people in the yard, immediately put down the iron in his hand, and called out vigilantly.

Xie Huan glanced at the old man and asked, "Excuse me, is this Pei Hua's home?"

"What Pei Hua?"

The old man stared and said, "This is my home, Yang Zimin."

He paused, then suddenly remembered something: "Pei Hua?"

Xie Huan hurriedly said: "Yes, Pei Hua." He gestured these two characters in his hand.

"These two words are familiar. It's strange. Where have I seen them?"

The old man thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, pointing at Xie Huan and shouting: "I remembered, a few years ago, there was an inexplicably more clothes tomb in my yard, with a few names written on it, and the end was Pei Huali! Mom Yes, who is so vicious and set up a tomb in Lao Tzu's house, it is really a thunderbolt, and he will die!"

The old man yelled and cursed, then stared at Xie Huan and said, "Isn't it a stand-up?"

Xie Huan: "..."

"Is it really yours?"

The old man immediately stood on end, and picked up the iron tools on the ground.

At this time, the old woman, the boy and the girl were all alarmed, and they all ran to the backyard: "What's going on?"

"There is something to say."

Xie Huan took out five low-grade spirit stones and put them on the chair.

The courtyard was suddenly silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Lingshi.

The boy couldn't help but screamed: "Lingshi! It's really a Lingshi!"

The old man trembled all over, looking at Xie Huan, he was filled with fear immediately: "My lord, is my lord an immortal master?"

For a moment, Xie Huan didn't know how to answer, or rather, didn't know what he was going to say, but felt that everything was like a dream.

Everything in front of me is unreal, or Pei Hua's memory is unreal?
"Immortal Master, please forgive me, Immortal Teacher, please forgive me."

The old woman suddenly knelt down and kowtowed desperately: "Our family is honest and responsible, we have never had any grudges with others, nor have we offended the immortal master, and we hope that the immortal master will spare his life."

The young man hurriedly helped the old woman up, looked at Xie Huan in horror, and suddenly said: "Could it be that the fairy master is my brother's friend?"

"Your brother?"

Xie Huan's pupils shrank slightly: "Who is your brother?"

"My brother's name is Yang Shan, and he used to be a monk. My parents, sister, and I worked hard and saved money for my brother to practice alone.

"Brother really lived up to everyone's expectations, he cultivated aura a few years ago and became a fairy teacher.

"But not long after, my brother got up early one day, saying that the early bird catches the worm, and he was going to catch the sea to make some money, and then he never came back."

After the boy finished speaking, his eyes turned red instantly.

Several other people also had sad faces, and the old woman even cried "Woooo".

Xie Huan took out a pen and paper, drew Pei Hua's original appearance, showed it in front of several people, and asked, "Is this what Yang Shan looks like?"

Several people glanced at it, and all shook their heads and said no.

The girl knew how to draw, took the pen and paper, and after thinking for a while, she drew a picture of a young man, completely different from Pei Hua, with small eyes and a square chin, extremely ordinary, exactly like the old man and young man in front of him. There are six similarities.

Xie Huan took a few glances, then burned the two paintings directly in his hand, took out ten low-grade spirit stones and put them on the ground, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, and disappeared in a flash.

He didn't even know how he left, and his heart was getting heavier and heavier.

The sun shines on the body, but there is no warmth at all, as cold as winter.

At first Haishan was watching from a distance, now Xu Wei is also watching from behind, she could see that Xie Huan was a little lost, but she didn't ask any questions, so she had to follow behind.

Pei Hua's memories... were all wrong.

Is there such a person as Pei Hua?

No, there must be, if not, then who is the original owner of my body at this moment?
But what about this memory?

It wasn't all wrong, Fuchen Island was there, people like Meng Nian were there, and the "home" in Pei Hua's memory was also there. His parents and younger siblings were there for him to practice, and then he went to sea early and disappeared.

Xie Huan slowly calmed down.

It was originally his principle not to panic when things happen, but this time the incident was too weird, which made him lose his mind for a moment, and at this time he slowly regained his composure.

The key now is two questions:

[-]. Who is this body?Or who is Pei Hua?There is no such person on Fuchen Island, so where did this person come from?

[-]. What happened to Pei Hua's memory?It seems to be a bit like Yang Shan's memory, but it's not at all.

Xie Huan thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure out what to do, but no matter who Pei Hua was, no matter who the original owner of this body was, it was his own now, there was no doubt about it.

Secondly, my memory is correct, after coming out of Tianhuang Temple, I did come to this island and set up a tomb, all of these are correct, the only thing that is wrong is Pei Hua's memory.

Perhaps the problem lies in—the Heavenly Desolation Palace!

Xie Huan frowned, but he couldn't find Huangdian even today.

He returned to the beach, closed his eyes slightly, and ran on the water.

It was the memory path that Pei Hua left behind when he was arrested. Even if this path is wrong, follow along to see where it will go.

(End of this chapter)