The Return of the Immortal of the City

Chapter 745 The Shocked Bald Monk

Chapter 810 The Scared Bald Monk (For Subscription, Reward)
But the request for support, Li Daoren performed the secret method of immortality, and it has been sent out.

However, after waiting for another half a month, they still did not receive any news from Feixian Continent, and no one from Feixian Temple came to help.

As for the practitioners in the Huaxia cultivation world, Li Daoren and Yu Fang couldn't control it anymore. They all filmed and were terrified of being killed. They turned around and fled in all directions.

Li Daoren and Yu Fang also had no other options. It would be absolutely impossible for them to desperately sacrifice their lives for the Chinese cultivation world.

Li Daoren and Yu Fang forcibly used the secret method to open the ascension channel, and left Huaxia with the black iron order.

The practitioners in the Huaxia cultivation world no longer have the heart to fight, and each retreats to the sect in order to keep the sect safe.

As everyone knows, under the nest, there are dead eggs!
The order of the Western Temple was issued: the Western Blood Ancestor, the Western Holy See, and the Western Wizard Clan, with their people, have rushed into the Chinese cultivation world.

Fortunately, these people have followed the ancient agreement: not to hurt mortals.

Huaxia mortals did not lose much. Although there were occasional deaths, it was not too much.

The Chinese cultivation world, on the other hand, ushered in the darkest moment in thousands of years.

Fight against each other, everyone is at risk!
As a result, Mr. An, who was in charge of the affairs of these special group departments, became even older, so he let out a sigh of relief and muttered all day long: "The dark age is coming, Gu Bei, you brat who lied to me is good!" Miserable~~”

Mr. An once listened to Gu Bei's advice, no matter how noisy the cultivation world is, the Anping organization should not intervene for the time being, and just take a small notebook and write down their crimes one by one.

But now, the forces of the Western Temple have entered the Chinese cultivation world, and their crimes have been heinous, but Gu Bei has not yet appeared.

……

Within the void space, three and a half months have passed.

Gu Bei, who was meditating cross-legged, didn't know the situation outside, and didn't even count how long the time had passed.

On the opposite side of Gu Bei, a bald monk stood there with his eyebrows downcast, neither dead nor alive, nor spoke.

And every time, after Gu Bei's closed-door training is over, during the rest time, he will chat with this bald monk for a while.

It's just that most of the time, it's Gu Bei who is talking, and the bald monk spits out the most words, "I don't know, I don't know".

Fortunately, Gu Bei was already used to the bald monk's attitude, and when he felt upset, he would at most raise his hand and slap him on the shiny forehead, cursing or swearing twice.

It's also a relief.

Gu Bei is not in a hurry to explore the way of cause and effect. Every day when he is interested, he will retreat for a while; sometimes, the time will be longer, and he will not open his mouth for more than ten days.

But whenever Gu Bei closed his eyes and began to meditate, the bald monk would open his eyes fearfully, glance at Gu Bei, then shake his bald head, and continue to keep his mouth shut and pretend to be dead.

Until this day of three and a half months, the bald monk suddenly opened his lowered eyes, eyes full of wisdom, filled with fear and fear: "He... really..."

I saw Gu Bei sitting cross-legged with his body floating, and there was a line around his body where there was nothing before.

The lines are red with a faint red glow.

Gu Bei slowly opened his eyes, and stretched out his jade-like transparent palm, holding the silk thread emitting a faint red light with one finger, and placed it in front of his eyes.

The red line slid around Gu Bei's fingers, and the corner of Gu Bei's mouth suddenly curved with interest: "Little bald donkey, is this the marriage line that your Buddhists call? Or is it called marriage cause and effect?"

The motionless bald monk suddenly widened his eyes, staring at the red thread on Gu Bei's finger, utterly horrified, and said hoarsely, "How did you find it?!!"

The bald monk's expression is definitely the expression of seeing a ghost in broad daylight; moreover, he can see that Gu Bei can actually control the marriage line?

This……

Even for some bigwigs in Buddhism, it is difficult to see the lines of cause and effect become real, and they are presented in front of them.

But Gu Bei can not only see it, but also...and control it? !
This is absolutely not real, it is absolutely fantasy!
"Little bald donkey, you don't think this is an illusion created by this deity!" Gu Bei raised his eyes and glanced casually at the Buddhist waiter, with a slightly smug expression on his face.

The past three months have not been wasted.

"Impossible! You can't see the causal line!" The bald monk still couldn't believe what he saw, and exclaimed.

"Is it impossible? Then take a look, what is this?"

Grinning, another thin thread appeared around Gu Bei's body.

However, the color of this thin line is dark blue, and it is almost impossible to see clearly in this dark night environment.

But the bald monk could clearly sense the existence of the dark blue line, so he was even more horrified.

"Don't be surprised, if the deity's guess is correct, this root should be... killing karma! Right?"

Gu Bei casually pinched the dark blue silk thread between his fingers and asked with great interest.

There was clearly a disturbing murderous aura emanating from the dark blue silk thread, but this killing aura, as far as Gu Bei was concerned, could not cause him any harm at all.

Then, Gu Bei moved five fingers, and three more silk threads appeared, namely yellow, green and black silk threads.

"Yellow represents the karma of family affection, green represents the karma of friendship, and this black... is the karma line of enchantment, is the deity right?!"

Gu Bei looked at the bald monk again.

"You, you, you can even find the black causal line?!!"

The bald monk raised his arms with all his strength, pointed at the black silk thread around Gu Bei's body, exclaimed in shock, and stammered his words.

"Disaster, disaster! The disaster of all living beings is about to come!!!"

The bald monk only had time to utter such specious words in horror, his eyes rolled in horror, and he fainted.

Gu Bei only heard a "plop", and then saw the bald monk discussing on the ground, rolling his eyes, his body stretched out and passed out, he couldn't help laughing and cursing angrily: "You little bald donkey... What about it?! Isn't it I found a causal line, it scares you!"

"You explore the existence of taboos, I have warned you many times, if you don't listen, you will die!!"

Before Gu Bei finished speaking, he heard a Buddha's voice suddenly came from the sky, but the Buddha's voice was mixed with endless anger.

Then, this empty space was originally without light and empty, but at this moment, it was full of rays of light, illuminating this empty space extremely dazzlingly.

"Big, my lord..."

It was a bald monk who had passed out, but he suddenly woke up, knelt on his knees, prostrated his head on the ground, and sang reverently and tremblingly.

(End of this chapter)