Mirroring the changes

‘Lonely Wutong’ is exactly the wonder of the inner world of Master Lonely.

This is also the first time Li Chen has seen it.

I didn’t expect that he was entangled by the red snake just now, and in a blink of an eye, the enemy and I have switched positions!

A flash of horror flashed across the beautiful eyes of the Red Snake Venerable, and in an instant, she suppressed her emotions again, raised her red lips, and leaned on the body of the Lonely Zen Master.

“Ouch, Master, you hurt me~”

Ignoring the hypocritical behavior of the Red Snake Venerable, the Lonely Zen Master put away the water spirit jade, and actually rolled up half of the sleeves of the Red Snake Venerable in public.

A flash of shame flashed across the eyes of the Red Snake Venerable, but the monk’s strength was so great that he couldn’t break free.

[Thief monk! I will kill you! ]

Although she has been practicing charm since she was a child and behaved in a wanton manner, she is actually chaste. Others have been bitten by the red snake before they get close to her.

She has never been so embarrassed as now.

Although he was angry in his heart, his face remained calm: "Oh, Master, you are so impatient."

This remark caused a laugh from the monks around him.

"Hey, this monk from the Killing Temple is a little bit careless."

But who knew that the lonely Zen Master was not affected at all, just staring at the red plum blossom on the forearm of the Red Snake Venerable, and was stunned.

"Is your surname Mei?"

When the Red Snake Venerable heard this, his eyes dodged and his face turned pale: "Monk, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

After saying this, he actually waved a palm directly at the lonely Zen Master. The palm wind contained smoke, and the smoke turned green, which was very poisonous at a glance.

The lonely Zen Master sighed lightly, immediately let go of the other party, waved his sleeves, fanned away the poisonous smoke, took a step back, and looked at the other party deeply: "Amitabha."

"Good, good."

[Finally found you. ]

[The spirit of the master in heaven should be able to rest in peace. ]

The Red Snake Venerable snorted coldly and turned away without looking back.

On the contrary, Jing Congling behind her was full of doubts.

[How could this monk know that the master's surname was Mei!!!]

Her beautiful eyes moved, and she couldn't help but look into Li Chen's eyes: There is an affair!!!

The two of them were burning with gossip.

At this time, on the lakeside boat, it turned into 19 streams of light, crossing the sky, and all appeared on the island in the middle of the lake.

"Hahaha."

"Little monk, we meet again."

But it was Ke Chengye who walked in front.

He had asked his subordinate Zhao Mo to try Li Chen's skills before, so it can be said that they didn't know each other without fighting.

"Amitabha."

"The monk Li Chen greets City Lord Ke."

In any case, the proper courtesy should be maintained.

Ke Chengye held his hands up: "Hey, Buddhist son, don't be so polite."

"Today, the master really opened our eyes!"

"From now on, let's see who can still underestimate my Southern Xinjiang monks!"

In the past few hundred years, Southern Xinjiang has been weak.

At every Eight Desolate Conference, Southern Xinjiang almost always ranks at the bottom.

The Eight Desolate Artifacts have not been circulated in Southern Xinjiang for many years.

The Eight Desolate Artifacts can suppress the luck, and wherever they are, auspiciousness and vitality will surely fall from the sky.

For so many years, Southern Xinjiang has always been ranked at the bottom, so naturally there is no artifact to suppress it. The luck in the corresponding territory is unstable, and resources will be wasted.

A vicious cycle has formed.

So the 19 city lords are so eager to sign peach and plum contracts with the major sects, and there is another meaning for next year's Eight Desolate Conference.

The Eight Desolate Conference is held every ten years, and next year is the time for it.

Li Chen's extraordinary spectacle can be regarded as a shot of confidence for the 19 city lords of Southern Xinjiang.

Ke Chengye shook the black scales on his body and said loudly to the cultivators from all over Southern Xinjiang: "Since the Ten Thousand Valleys Secret Realm has been closed, it is time to sign the contract next."

"Please take out the water spirit jade."

As soon as he finished speaking, the various Tianjiao disciples looked at each other, and finally all looked at Li Chen.

What water spirit jade?

There is not even a hair!

Li Chen felt a little embarrassed by being looked at by everyone, and subconsciously took out a piece.

Ke Chengye's face lit up, and just as he was about to reach out to take it, he was stopped by a pair of big hands.

"Hey, hey, hey, Ke Heizi, are you not a man of honor?"

"With my old Yan here, you can forget about the Killing Temple."

Ke Chengye's heart sank. He was the lord of the 19th city, and he was not afraid of anyone, but the crazy Yan in front of him.

He was a complete reckless man.

He could do anything when he was anxious.

At this time, Lu Fenggao walked up to Qi Gaohan and wondered, "That's it?"

Qi Gaohan smiled embarrassedly, "Ahem, I was unlucky this time. I just entered the secret realm and encountered a full moon."

"The fish scale house appeared directly."

"The rivers in the entire secret realm were all attracted by the fish scale house, and there was no time to look for the water spirit stone."

Qi Gaohan couldn't help but smile bitterly when he said this.

The city lords were shocked when they heard this.

Shuilingyu is a thing that suppresses rivers.

Without Shuilingyu, rivers will easily overflow.

Especially in a desolate borderland like Nanjiangbin, people depend on the weather for food. Without Shuilingyu, the consequences of the many rivers in the entire southern Xinjiang once the rainy season comes are unimaginable.

Is it going to be a disaster year?

"Disaster, disaster!"

"Without Shuilingyu, my southern Xinjiang is in danger!"

"There are many mountains and rivers in southern Xinjiang. Once a flood occurs, won't the people suffer!"

It has been recorded in history that before the appearance of the Wanhe Secret Realm, southern Xinjiang would turn into a swamp once the rainy season came.

Floods continued, and no crops were harvested.

The people were displaced and starved.

Until later, the Zhou Emperor offered sacrifices to heaven and earth and invited the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Valleys to suppress it.

This finally brought Southern Xinjiang back to life.

Without the Water Spirit Jade, would Southern Xinjiang turn into a swamp again?

At this time, Lu Fenggao subconsciously looked at Li Chen: "Just this one?"

Li Chen smiled.

The next moment.

Crash~

One by one, blue Water Spirit Jade piled up on the ground like a small mountain.

"Good, good, good!"

"Shasheng Temple is really the lucky star of my Southern Xinjiang!"

The city lords were overjoyed. Seeing so many Water Spirit Jade, they didn't have to worry about the flood problem in Southern Xinjiang.

But Lu Fenggao suddenly laughed and said, "The flood can be solved, but how should so many Water Spirit Jade be distributed?"

"Could it be that all the 19 cities in Southern Xinjiang have signed peach and plum contracts with Shasheng Temple?"

Li Chen smiled slightly: "City Lord Lu is flattering. My Shasheng Temple knows its own limitations and dare not sign contracts with the 19 cities at the same time."

At this point, Li Chen deliberately pondered and said nothing.

At this time, Yan Lifu suddenly stepped out of the crowd and said in a muffled voice: "Haha!"

"Lu Daizi, you don't have to worry about this.

Since these water spirit jades are obtained by the Buddha of Killing, the distribution will naturally be decided by the Killing Temple!"

Li Chen couldn't help but look grateful when he heard this: this Yan City Lord is not as reckless as he looks on the surface.

Yan Lifu looks rough, but his mind is extremely meticulous.

At this time, he jumped out to speak for the Killing Temple, just to leave a good impression on the Killing Temple.

The last time Li Chen had a conflict with Zhao Mo of the Black Scale Army of Shangyang City, it was also this Yan City Lord who rescued him.

As soon as these words came out, the island was silent.

Suddenly, a cold snort came from the crowd: "I object!"

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