Pranab is dead, and the things in the pool that harbor evil intentions have escaped because Lin Bai has kept the promise he made with Chi Tian, and there is no one to stop him on the Ganges; The Dragon Boat Nine Palaces Bureau has also been arranged, the mugwort leaves enter the water, the pure yang dissolves the yin in the river, and it is only a matter of time before the luck of the Chinese people is taken out.

Things have already gone on the right path according to their own plans, and Lin Bai is also happy that he can relax for a while. Spending his mind thinking about the layout and the like was really not something Lin Bai was good at, and fighting with Zen Jia and Pranabu successively consumed a lot of his energy, so it would be unwise not to take a good rest at this time.

"When will you get my luck back?" After Zen Jia was silent for a moment, he walked up to Lin Bai, who was sitting on the ground with a cigarette in his mouth, and asked softly.

And at this moment, the white elephant behind her no longer had the arrogance he had when facing Lin Bai before, and his body was still trembling a little. Although it had not yet opened its spiritual intelligence, it could still feel the mystery of Lin Bai's previous methods, especially Lin Bai's destruction of the statue of Shiva, which dealt a deeper blow to it, a sacred beast that was revered as Shiva's mount.

"Wait a moment, let me finish this cigarette and give it back to you." Lin Bai flicked off the cigarette ash in his hand, smiled on his face, and continued: "What's the matter, is it possible that you are afraid that I will bring this luck back to China and make you lose the foundation of India's development?" Or were you shocked by my methods just now, and some are afraid that you will do it with me in the first place? ”

"Afraid? When have I ever been afraid. Hearing this, Chan Jia smiled slightly, stared at Lin Bai and said: "If you really bring this luck back to Huaxia, then I will chase after Huaxia and tell Jia Er that you have done something wrong to me in India, and then irresponsible slap your ass and leave, guess what I say, will Jia Er believe you or me?" ”

Only women and villains are difficult to raise! Lin Bai sighed lightly, smiled bitterly and shook his head, he knew that Zen Jia's words were definitely not as simple as a joke, if he really didn't return this Indian luck to her, maybe this little girl really wanted to go to Huaxia and put herself in front of He Jiaer, and at that time, even if he was afraid, he couldn't tell.

However, it was not that Lin Bai was unwilling to return the luck to Zen Jia now, but that he had not yet mastered the means to manipulate the luck in the Hetu Luo Book at this time, so he could only let this guy swallow things into his stomach like gluttony.

However, Lin Bai felt that after the luck of the Ganges River was transported back to Huaxia, the Heavenly Dao would reward meritorious deeds, and then absorb some luck at that time, there should be some changes in the third volume of the Hetuluo Book, and by that time he should be able to master the art of manipulating luck.

Of course, if there is no such way, then I can only let this little girl go to He Jiaer to accuse herself of her black state! But this is not necessarily a bad thing, and not everyone in this world has the opportunity to make the Brahmanical goddess Kali their woman, even if it is just a verbal lie.

"If you say that, then I really won't pay it back to you." Lin Bai stretched out his hand and touched his nose, stared at Chan Jia with a smile and then teased: "It should be said that it is not a loss for any man in the world to make you, the goddess in the hearts of the Indian people, my woman?" ”

Chan Jia smiled slightly, but he didn't respond to Lin Bai's ridiculous words, and he didn't have the slightest intention of impatiently forcing Lin Bai to return the luck he 'borrowed' from her. As for the sentence at the beginning asking when the luck would be returned, I tasted it carefully, and I didn't want to rush, but it was more like I wanted to find an excuse to talk to Lin Bai.

"Have you ever considered staying in India, the ancient yoga inheritance is not inferior to the Chinese physiognomy, if you can also practice this kind of magic to the fullest, maybe there will be a chance to become a god-like existence in the hearts of ordinary people in the future." After being silent for a long time, Chan Jia stared at Lin Bai and asked softly, although his voice was calm, there was a faint hint of anticipation in it.

Lin Bai shook his head when he heard this, his attitude was extremely leisurely, and he said lightly: "I'm not rare if I don't have a god. To me, what you call God is nothing more than an object for transcendence, and that's all they mean. Although the inheritance of ancient Indian civilization is wonderful in the eyes of others, it is like chicken ribs to me, tasteless food, and it is not a pity to abandon it. ”

This is not Lin Bai's arrogance, but the truth. During this period of contact with foreign Qimen Jianghu people, he also saw a lot of mysterious methods, to say that there is no temptation, it is a lie, but he understands better that no matter what means are afraid that they will not be able to surpass the content recorded in the Hetuluo book, and the avenue is three thousand, and the different paths are the same, and in the end they have to return to the source.

And don't listen to the ease of Zen Ka's words, but in the recent process of fighting with these people who practice ancient yoga in India, Lin Bai found that these people all use some strange twisting and changing of their limbs to communicate the vitality of heaven and earth, this method is still good to practice when they are still young and their bones are flexible, but if they practice at their current age, I am afraid that the old bones of their bodies will be shattered.

"Why don't you follow me to Huaxia? Huaxia physiognomy is broad and profound, and the means are endless, and I see that your bones are strange, and your eyes are full of light, you are really a good seedling for practicing physiognomy! Lin Bai's eyes rolled, staring at Zen Jia and opening his mouth, his words were full of tone like when he tempted the little girl to watch a goldfish with a lollipop.

As he spoke, Lin Bai's eyebrows couldn't help but stir, looking inexplicably excited. Zen is a god in the hearts of the Indian people, if you can invite the gods in the hearts of these people to China, there will definitely be a good show to watch at that time.

Hearing Lin Bai's words, and then looking at the expression on his face, Chan Jia could only smile bitterly and bow his head, this guy really can't splash water, but if it is not so, then how can this person enter his own eyes.

"The sudden rise of the Ganges River happened suddenly, and the relationship between our two sides was not very harmonious. If something happens, someone will blame me if it is not enough, and if it is convenient for you, give a briefing on the few people in power for me, and see if you can turn the big things into small things, and if you make small things, it will be as if nothing happened. Lin Bai suddenly opened his mouth.

Zen Jia was about to speak, but he suddenly felt a strange fluctuation in the aura around him, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look, but found that Chen Bai'an and the others had already dissipated all the yin and evil in the Ganges River with the help of the dragon boat at this time, and that vast Chinese luck gradually began to appear in front of everyone's eyes with the help of the formation.

The color is golden, the breath is huge and boundless, the momentum is incomparable, and after the shape of this luck is gathered, it is quite like a five-clawed golden dragon in China!

After staring at this luck, which flew towards Huaxia rapidly, Zen Jia's expression changed, and she couldn't see how her cultivation could not see that the Huaxia luck suppressed under the Ganges River alone could be compared with those luck in her body, if it was as Lin Bai said, there were other places to suppress luck, and when all these luck returned, the change in Huaxia would be incredible!

And by that time, how can India be compared with China? If the authorities are now chasing after the release of water from the upper reaches of the Ganges, I am afraid that when China takes off, India will not be able to eat any good fruits, it is better to send a favor now, and it can be regarded as a good fate, and by that time, China will also leave some thin noodles because of today's feelings.

"Okay, I promise you." After thinking for a while, he spoke loudly, but after a long time, he found that Lin Bai did not respond, and couldn't help but look in the direction where Lin Bai was, but found that at this time, an incomparably rich qi actually descended from the sky, wrapping Lin Bai's whole person in it, and slowly merging into his body.

This sudden change made Zen Ka even more inexplicable. No matter where the people in the rivers and lakes of Qimen are, they all want to try to enhance their luck, but this thing is a thing that God has already predestined, and even he can inherit the luck of India, it is because he inherited the mantle of the goddess of Kali.

But Lin Bai and the others are a real gift from God, it can almost be said that it is something blown by the wind, this wonderful feeling makes Chan Jia can't help but be a little red that he is not a Chinese, otherwise, he can also absorb some luck for his own use.

As Lin Bai thought, after this Huaxia qi was transported into the body, it was absorbed by Hetu Luoshu. Among them, there are suddenly a few more paragraphs in the chapter on luck, which is about this technique of manipulating luck.

After becoming proficient, Lin Bai returned all the luck he had extracted from Zen Ga, and by the way, he gave him a little bit of the luck he had just obtained, after all, if he didn't have the help of this little girl's luck, it wouldn't be so easy for him to defeat Planab.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to Huaxia with me, there are still a lot of chances to get luck!" Lin Bai squeezed his eyebrows and stared at Zen Jia and asked with a chuckle, It is really a very interesting thing to deceive this goddess in the hearts of Indians into Huaxia.

Zen Jia slowly shook his head, his expression was a little gloomy, and said softly: "You and I have our own missions and destinies, although there is a slight intersection, it does not mean that we will always go side by side. There are some things that we can't decide. ”

After saying this, Zenka beckoned softly, and the white elephant ran in front of her, and then slowly fell to his knees. After boarding the white elephant, Chan Jia turned his head to look at Lin Bai, and then reached out and took off the sari on his head, his delicate face was unobstructed, there was no smile or tears on his face, and then he had the tone of voice when he first met Lin Bai and others, and said softly: "Remember me." ”

The words fell, turned around, and never looked back, but there was an extra tear on Zenga's face that was covered by the sari, or a tear of love.

This tear is not for luck, not for the world, not for women, but for fate. Rotation changes, sometimes even if you want to be a moth that goes to the fire, but fate may not give you this opportunity.