Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 1310 Dream Escape (116)

"Master!!" Shenji shouted.

There was silence in the hall.

Shenji suddenly remembered what Master said when he was dying. "Your master's literary and immortal skills are the best in the world, but Yili and mathematics are not thorough. You can ask your master for thousands of skills in the future, but you must remember not to let him give you Fortune-telling, please don't let him tell your fortune."

Thinking of this, Shenji's face suddenly collapsed, did he ask his master to tell his fortune that day?
Shenji couldn't help but yelled again, with anxiety in his voice. "Master!!"

"Oh! What's your name? I want to ask Master to tell your fortune in the future, but Master won't give you a fortune-telling. I'll give you this shrine order. Go, go, Master has to practice in seclusion. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do. The skeleton's voice sounded a little playful, and a golden token flew out of the hall with a whoosh and landed in Shenji's hand.

Shenji: "..." Is this considered compensation?

He bowed to the main hall to salute, and then went down the ladder. At that time, the Palace of Divine Mercy had been floating in the sky for a long time, and it was extremely far away from Mengling Island. He rushed to Mengling Island without stopping, but in the end, she was not there.

Shenji was confused, looked outside at the endless sea and the endless city, his heart was at a loss, and suddenly thought that in that dream, did she look for him everywhere in the same way?

A warm current surged in Shenji's heart. He held the Shrine Token in his hand, and slowly poured spiritual power into it. The entire Shrine Token burst into light, and a layer of faint golden light emanated from the Shrine Token, firm but far away. Fly away.

On the land of China covered by golden light, every monk felt that the spiritual power in their bodies seemed to be uncontrollable, almost flowing out of their bodies, as if a voice awakened in their souls, ordering them to follow the instructions of the master of golden light. purpose.

The golden light flew farther and farther, and more and more monks felt the restlessness of the spiritual power in their bodies. They all looked at each other, terrified in their hearts. They could feel that if they didn't obey the orders, the voice deep in their souls would make them cry anytime, anywhere. Exploding to death, but in their hearts they were willing to fight bloody for that person.

Thousand Buddha Temple.

Master Zhizhi looked at the sky solemnly, and he could see the faint golden light in the clouds.

The legend is true.

A young monk held a mobile phone in his hand, and respectfully saluted Master Zhizhi: "Master Abbot, Taoist Master Wuwei called."

Master Zhizhi picked up the phone, and the voice of Daoist Wuwei came from inside: "The legend is true!"

Legend has it that this continent is a land of offerings to a main god, and all monks have the imprint of the main god in their blood.After the god died, the token was also missing, and history gradually became a legend.

Now the legend appeared in front of them, still in such an abrupt way.

"What the Taoist priest said is very true. Such a huge change does not know whether it is auspicious or inauspicious. Who does the Taoist priest think is holding the token?"

"Except for the one from the Palace of Divine Mercy, I really can't think of anyone else who has such abilities." Taoist Wuwei said bluntly.

Not allowing them to sigh, a clear order suddenly appeared in their minds: Find the owner of Mengling Island, Jiliang Island, and hunt down Qianyingmen Yinghua.

Everyone's heart trembled, and they couldn't help saying: "Yes!"

(End of this chapter)