Fellow Daoist, come with me

Chapter 32

But what if it's too much?Excluding the ancestor and head Xun Jia, there are only two elders in the Zhaozhou Pavilion and eight elders in the distraction stage in the entire Zhaozhou Pavilion. These people are the future hope of the Zhaozhou Pavilion.I only hope that among them, they can enter the tribulation in the future, so that even if the ancestor's destiny has returned, the sect can be revived.Among them, the owner of the Wanghai Pavilion in the late stage of distraction was quite praised by the ancestors, saying that if anyone in the Zhaozhou Pavilion can step into the Mahayana stage, it must be Wanghaihuan.Therefore, Huanwu is also a very central figure in the entire sect.It is absolutely impossible for Zhaozhou Pavilion to cause Huanwu to fall.It was precisely because of this that Jindaomen dared to propose such an absurd exchange.

Today, if Xun Jia, the head of the Zhaozhou Pavilion, was here, the Golden Knife Sect would have succeeded, but now, without Xun Jia, Lei Ba would not agree.Huanwu's identity was a secret of Zhaozhou Pavilion, and Lei Ba didn't know the reason for this, and he was not very polite about trading him like a robbery.

After blasting away the two Golden Knife Sect monks, Lei Ba just lamented and said to Jingting: "Jingting, it's not that I don't want to save your master, you also know the significance of Wangxu Pill to the sect. Golden Knife Sect The lion opened his mouth wide. I, Zhaozhou Pavilion, are not to be bullied by anyone at will. I believe you also understand that the Bitao Buddhist herb is definitely not worth a Wangxu pill. Now the sect has ordered all the disciples outside to find Bitao Buddhist grass. Don't worry, it won't take long for good news to come!"

After patiently listening to Lei Ba's hypocritical words, Jing Ting saluted and then retreated, what else can he say now?His master's life now depends on the Zongmen!

After hearing Jingting's words, Chuanxiao frowned.Logically speaking, Zhaozhou Pavilion is also one of the best forces in the entire Lilin world. Even if the number of Bitao Buddha grass is indeed scarce, it is not enough to pour the entire Zhaozhou Pavilion's strength and get nothing.Now, as soon as the Golden Knife Gate came to the door, one could guess the score by blowing the flute. The Zhaozhou Pavilion was so much fanfare that someone with a heart could plot it.But if it is said that the Golden Knife Gate can cover the sky with one hand, and get all the news about Bitao Buddhist grass in advance, and get it early, Chu Xiao would not believe it.Among them, I am afraid that someone in the Zhaozhou Pavilion also stretched out their hands!

How could Jingting not guess, but now what can he do by himself?The leader Xun Jia intends to abdicate to Yunyou, to see if he can make a further step in his lifetime. Now he is looking for a candidate for the leader, and the master of the six pavilions is possible. Huanwu can be said to be the one who threatens the others the most. Preventing him from recovering would be of great benefit to several pavilion masters.Because of this, Huanwu's situation is very dangerous, and Huanwu himself probably knows that he placed himself in the convalescence room of Wanghai Pavilion, and no one can enter except Jingting.

"I only see Master and I in Haige Pavilion, and now Master can only rely on me!" Jingting sighed, "Now I only hope that the master will return soon. Trust the head."

If it was said that a few days ago, Chu Xiao had planned to leave Zhaozhou Pavilion and go on the road alone, but now he has given up the idea.Jing Ting had the grace to save his life, now that Jing Ting is in trouble, he must not get out of the matter, and this matter, he might not really be able to help, Chu Xiao pondered for a while: "I will help you."

Jing Ting showed a grateful smile, but to be honest, he didn't have much hope for the flute, but it was comforted by the support of someone by his side.

Flute could see that he didn't believe it, but it didn't matter, he didn't explain too much, he just said: "I need a few drops of your master's blood, or a piece of hair is fine." Originally, he wanted to show Huanwu Zhenren himself. , but this situation seems inappropriate now, even if he and Jingting are friends in need, he doesn't want to challenge the trust between the two.

Jingting looked at him suspiciously, he didn't know what he was going to do with the flute.Chu Xiao smiled sincerely: "I want to try my own method."

In the end, Jingting still gave him a small section of Huanwu's hair.The flute nodded in satisfaction, then bathed and burned incense, with black hair loose, put on a loose white shirt, and prepared cinnabar, water trays and other things. Before sitting at the table, spread out the cinnabar, water dish, and rice paper in sequence.Put your hands on your knees, close your eyes and meditate, and wait for your body to be light and clear before starting the deduction.The method he used this time is called 'Eight Directions Act'.This method is also an ancient deduction method. According to legend, during the Zhou Dynasty, wars were rampant, and young and old people went to the battlefield. Good or bad.After several generations of evolution, the disaster can be solved.There are very few people in the world who can use this method.

It is also the first time that Chui Xiao has used this method, if not for the abundant energy in his body, he has already achieved a great deal of physiognomy, so he would not dare to try it lightly.Jingting watched from a distance, not knowing what blowing flute meant, but standing here watching blowing flute, he was surprised to find that the moment he opened his eyes after meditating playing blowing flute, he and the whole courtyard Blending into one, as if he was born to be there, without the slightest violation.

Flute took out the bodhi tree branch, glued it with cinnabar, the anger slowly came out, and spread along the bodhi branch, the flute silently recited a mantra that even he didn't understand, his wide sleeves were blowing without wind, his slender hand used the pen to Holding the bodhi branch in the posture, and then slowly falling on the water plate, at that moment, Jingting's eyes were all attracted by the tip of the branch stained with vermilion. The tip of the pen seemed to have a big whirlpool, spinning Sucks everything around it.The flute unconsciously dropped the first pen on the water tray, which made Jingting's eyes widen in an instant.

This is really a surprising thing, he obviously never felt any spiritual fluctuations, but the branch held by the flute quickly drew mysterious runes on the water surface, which he didn't recognize, but it looked like that It was very similar to a spell made by a charmer. On the water surface of the disc, where the bright red handwriting stayed, it was as if ink was left on the paper. They were flowing with halos, very beautiful.Chuixiao picked up Huanwu's hair again, put it together in the palm of his hand, moved his lips slightly, and then opened his palm, that strand of hair automatically fell to the characters on the water tray as if with aura, and then slowly sank into the center of the water.

Jingting held his breath to watch this miraculous scene. What’s wrong with you? After that strand of hair fell into the water tray, it seemed to be swallowed by the water bit by bit. It was obviously sinking, but on the clear water tray But I couldn't see the part that sank into the water, but the vermilion characters on the water surface became brighter and brighter.

When the last bit of hair was submerged, the water plate suddenly became red, and the blowing flute hair was blown up by the burst of airflow on the water plate for a moment, and danced behind him, setting off his calm face, as if fascinated.For a moment, Jingting could only stare blankly. The characters on the water surface twisted and spread out on the water surface, and then slowly combined to form a portrait. Raising the snow-white rice paper on the side, spread it neatly on the water tray, and then picked it up, and the portrait was printed on the paper instantly.

Chuixiao raised his hand and sent the rice paper to Jingting: "Do you know this person?"

Jingting looked at it carefully, and said in surprise for a moment: "It's the head of the king, who is in charge of the distribution of resources in the inner sect. After the disciples of the inner sect complete the tasks of the sect, they will go to the head of the king to receive rewards. This time, the sect of Bi Tao Buddha grass The task is also entrusted to him."

Chu Xiao frowned: "This person has Bitao Buddha grass in his hands."

"What?!" Jingting was furious!A few days ago, he just went to inquire about the steward, and the steward Wang still had a sad face and reported that none of the sect disciples had sent back the Bitao Buddhist herb.

"How come..." Jing Ting looked up at Chu Xiao, "Are you sure?"

Chuanxiao put the bodhi branch back into the jade slip: "Do you know divination?"

Jing Ting nodded: "I have heard from my master that it is prevalent in the mortal world to ask gods for divination. There are experts who can stand up to mortals' fortunetelling, know the past, explore the future, seek good luck and avoid evil. Compared with ordinary people, we monks are born against the sky. All right, so whoever can predict good and bad luck for us must be very capable." He looked at the flute.

Chuanxiao tilted his head and smiled: "Xiao is not very capable, but my school is the school of divination. Now, only in this way, Xiao can achieve great success."

The confidence in that tone made Jingting look sideways.He looked at the portrait in his hand, and there was a cold light in his eyes. If it was really the king who was in charge, then everything would make sense now. Why is it that no one in Zhaozhou Pavilion can get the news of the spirit grass? I'm afraid that the news will be suppressed by the head of the king now, probably because of the position of the head!

Seeing Jingting thoughtful, Chuxiao didn't bother him, and changed to kneeling and standing. However, as Jingting said, divination for monks was really laborious, and Chuxiao staggered a bit, almost falling down.However, at the moment when he was about to fall, an arm was suddenly wrapped around his waist, and he leaned forward and threw himself into a majestic chest. The crimson eyes made him realize that this person was not Jingting .

"Thank you..." Chuixiao pushed this person away, and raised his head to thank him. No matter who it was, he was saved from the embarrassment of falling, but when his eyes touched this person's face, what about the last word? He couldn't even speak, he even forgot that he was still in the arms of others, he could only stare blankly at the face of the visitor, his black hair was like a waterfall, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, his eyes were as deep and wide as night stars, and he was infinitely handsome, and this face It was so familiar to him that it hurt his heart to read it.However, that all-over aura is not what Ah Xuan has. This person seems to have magical powers all over his body, and the aura that is both good and evil makes people unable to resist exploring. That kind of elegance is not what Ah Xuan has.Chu Xiao grabbed the shirt on his chest, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Ah Xuan is gone... Chuanxiao thought silently and forbearance, then he stepped away from this person and saluted: "Thank you for your help, fellow daoist, I wonder if you have something important to do here?"

Yin Xuanhuang looked at the flute quietly, with infinite joy in his eyes, but he was very dissatisfied with the distance between Axiao and Axiao, so he pulled him back as a matter of course, ignoring that the idea of ​​flute was nothing to him The itchy blow, hugged him in his arms with infinite satisfaction, buried his head in the neck of the flute, took a deep breath, and sighed with nostalgia: "Ah Xiao... so good..."

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