Chapter 1080: Fourth Master, What Is This?

The shopkeeper was watching, and the subordinates next to him felt strange, and couldn't help muttering: "It's really strange, why are these people bubbling with black gas." ”

The shopkeeper took a closer look, but saw that downstairs, the mortals who came in were all bubbling with black gas.

Thinking of the unusualness of the past few days, the shopkeeper frowned, thought about it, got up and went downstairs, and headed towards the lotus lake behind the gambling house.

Crossing the lively gambling house, passing through the roundabout garden rockery, along the path, all the way to the lotus lake, in the sparkling lotus lake, a white dragon lying in the middle of the lake, quietly, the body is shrouded in golden light, and its body is surrounded by a blooming white lotus.

A hundred years ago, Ao Zhan passed through Mount Meru, only felt that Lang Lang's chanting sound was very familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it, I was fascinated by it for a while, so I fell on Mount Meru, just when the old monk of emptiness preached, he listened to it on the mountain for three days, and after coming back, he sank into this lotus lake to participate in Zen, this ginseng is a hundred years.

A hundred years of light and shadow, he stayed at the bottom of this lake, motionless, until the golden Buddha light appeared on his body, and a white lotus bloomed around him, this lotus, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, always bloomed, no more, no less, a full one hundred and eight.

The shopkeeper stood by the lake, looking at Ao Zhan who was motionless at the bottom of the lake, he didn't know whether to disturb or not, thought about it, and said: "Fourth master, in the past few days, there have been a lot of mortals in the gambling house, and I don't know how they found here, but they all have black demonic energy on their bodies. ”

The white dragon lying quietly at the bottom of the lake was motionless, the white dragon's whiskers swayed slightly with the lake, and the golden Buddha light shrouded the body.

The shopkeeper saw that he didn't move, so he said, "It's not a big deal to think about it, I'll go and inquire again." As he spoke, he turned and walked away.

The sound of water behind him suddenly sounded, the shopkeeper turned around, only to see that the huge lake was rapidly receding, with Ao Zhan as the center and quickly disappeared, until it bottomed out, the huge white dragon at the bottom of the lake suddenly appeared, its golden eyes suddenly opened, and the huge body rose into the air, and the moment it left the bottom of the lake, under its body, a huge water source spewed out, and the lake rolled up dozens of waves, in an instant, filled the lake.

He fell to the ground in a white robe, and the one hundred and eight lotus flowers in the lake turned into one hundred and eight Buddha beads, condensing and flying down into his palm.

The shopkeeper looked at the one hundred and eight Buddha beads in his palm and said in surprise, "What is this?"

Ao Zhan held the Buddha beads in his hand, and after a hundred years of retreat, one hundred and eight lotus flowers had grown around him, he didn't know where these lotus flowers came from, but the magic weapon that this lotus turned into was condensed with huge spiritual power.

Putting away the beads, he raised his eyes, got up and walked towards the gambling house.

He wore a white robe and came to the gambling house, the shopkeeper followed behind him, the fourth master went out, everyone in the gambling house was happy, the shopkeeper followed behind him, and began to explain what happened in the century-old gambling house, and finally said: "Also, a few days ago, Miss Musheng went to Canghai to play, and her subordinates sent a few people to follow and protect along the way, do you want to inform her about your return?"

Ao Zhan said lightly: "No need. ”

Coming to the gambling house, through the crowd, he stood in the crowd, looking at the mortals on all sides, only to see that every mortal was surrounded by darkness like thick ink.

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