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Following the sound, I saw the eastern sky, and the slightly faint purple light rose to the sky, as if I wanted to blend with the sky, as if I wanted to make the moon also colored. The purple light rushed to the sky, but in an instant, the monks in the sky above Bai Ze all headed east.

"White girl, take a look." Qingrong said loudly, and at the same time gathered a spiritual power to hold Zheng Wan and Gao Yue and go east, its speed was so fast that it instantly left the monk who had gone there earlier, leaving behind Zheng Guan, making Zheng Guan can't help but secretly wonder where this Qingrong monk's cultivation is.

'Girl, concentrating on the palm lotus, you can see the image of the common people, I am afraid that there will be an old man. Qingrong suddenly transmitted a voice in his head.

Zheng Guan was slightly surprised, old man? How did Qingrong know who she knew, and then she guessed something because of what happened fifty years ago. As for the lotus flower in her palm, she didn't know what the common people were like, but Qingrong knew that she didn't want to show her identity when she reported herself to Bai Ju, so she was a reminder.

Zheng Guan was also worried that there were too many high-level monks here, and he was afraid that he would show his flaws, so he was relieved, and concentrated on the lotus according to what Qingrong said, only to feel a slight hot current flashing in his palm, and then withdrew the faint mist on his side, and smiled at Gao Yue on the back side.

Gao Yue was a little surprised, and muttered, although the voice was small, Zheng Wan could roughly hear what he said, "It turned out that it wasn't ......"

Along the way, Zheng Wan faintly felt that Gao Yue's gaze at her was a little unusual, as if she was looking for something, but there was a light mist on the side so that he would not see it, but she didn't want the other party to have too many ideas. She asked, "What did you say?" ”

Gao Yue said lightly: "Bai Daoyou's temperament is similar to a person I once knew, and I thought it was her. ”

Zheng Wan no longer answered, the statue of Cangsheng will definitely be useful, this point, she believes in Qingrong.

What is a statue of the common people? The images of all living beings and accumulation are all different.

It is different from the disguise, the original appearance is still there, just because the common people have desires in their hearts, and there will be differences when they see their true appearances.

The statue of the common people, when ten thousand people see it, there will be ten thousand faces.

About two quarters of an hour later, the three of them arrived at the place where the purple light was soaring into the sky, and there were already eight monks standing in the void, revealing a solemn aura, as if it could condense the air. Zheng Wan secretly thought that if he didn't have a clear face at this time, he might not be able to stand the aura emanating from these high-level monks. The strength is unfathomable, and it seems that the situation here is much more serious and complicated than she imagined.

This is a rare multi-peaked mountain with a height of more than 300 zhang in Bai Zeli, and there is a faint purple light in the peaks and valleys. There are nearly 1,000 purple willows growing in the valley, with different forms, some such as the vigorous dragon, some like children's naïve and lovely, some straight, some curved, the bark is mottled, showing purple, exuding a faint purple halo.

The purple willow is not more than 300 zhang high swamp, but the swamp can rarely be found on the high mountains of 300 zhang in the world, but the purple willow here is full of wind and water, just one is hundreds of years, and a few have been more than 1,000 years. There is nothing to say about the role of purple willow, most of them are only for ornamentation, because although purple willow is rare, it is not a strange thing.

"The surrounding mountain springs gather here, can not overflow, perennial months eventually become a mountain swamp, is to be able to live purple willow, there is nothing strange."

There are two monks standing in the north direction, one of them is a woman who looks like she is in her thirties, wearing a plain Taoist robe, embroidered with large hibiscus flowers with colored threads. Her face is good, and her facial features look a little cold, but there is a mature charm between her eyebrows, and this coldness is indifferent, just right, it is this woman who speaks.

And beside him, is a woman with outstanding appearance, looking at twenty-eight years old, wearing a sky blue Luo skirt, her face is like a clear moon, her eyes are full of autumn water, revealing a pure, smart, and curious look at Ziliu.

According to Zheng Guan's feeling, the latter's cultivation should not be very high, and it should be in the Jindan stage, while the former, that unfathomable feeling must have exceeded the Jindan stage.

"The woman who spoke is Yu Furong, the master of the Yuanmen of the Jindao Sect, known as the Furong Fairy, in the middle of the Yuan Infant, and next to her should be her beloved disciple Lin Kite, the early stage of Jindan." Zheng Guan's voice sounded in his head, and he realized that he was staring at the other party, and quickly took his gaze back, but at the end he received a cold gaze from the Hibiscus Fairy.

Qingrong's loud and peaceful voice sounded in front of her, relieving her trouble, "Fairy Furong, how is everything going with your sect master?" ”

Fairy Furong had no intention of talking, her face was expressionless, and she looked cold, "Lao Qingrong Holy Monk is thinking about it." ”

Qingrong Holy Monk? Zheng Wan suddenly remembered one thing, he knew that Qingrong was a Buddhist cultivator in the White Horse Temple, but he never thought that he was one of the four holy monks of the White Horse Temple.

The White Horse Temple does not ask about the world, but only the four holy monks walk around in the outside world, eliminate the demon and defend the road, the names of the four holy monks are: Qingyin, Qingrong, Qingxiang, Qingxiang. The name of the Four Holy Monks is equivalent to a title in the White Horse Temple, and if the Buddhist monks of the past generations were selected as one of the four, they inherited one of these four names until they passed away.

If you think about the Buddhist cultivation who entrusted the storage bag in the bitter sea back then, and can go to the Buddhist cultivation of the Demon Sect, I am afraid that it is also the holy monk of the White Horse Temple.

These names are like thunder in the world of cultivating immortals, and I can't imagine that I have seen countless little monks the size of sesame seeds, so from this point of view, I am really lucky. Thinking of this, Zheng Guan sighed.

"The two people on the right side of the Hibiscus Fairy are in the early stage of Jindan and the late stage of Yandan."

Zheng Wan glanced at it quickly, the two of them stood close, not making eye contact, with a public face, which was impressive, both dressed in black, with an orange brocade belt around their waists, and a thumb-sized white jade bead embedded in the front. They brought Zheng Guan an aura, always awe-inspiring, tense nerves, ready to deal with sudden situations at any time, that is what a person who has been baptized by many battles on the battlefield for a long time should look like. If you want to guess which force they belong to in the immortal cultivation world, it must be against the water. However, the orange brocade has long been a symbol of the reverse water, the eight generals of the reverse water, with white as the respect, which is divided into red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue, purple seven colors, Xiaoyaosheng is the orange general, with orange as the symbol.

"The two people on their right, the one who is closer to them is only one arm, they are Guo Mingwei, one of the seven strategies of the Dixian League, known as Mr. Haice, and his strength should be in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and the other person is close to the Great Perfection in the late stage of the Yuan Infant. ，

"In the blink of an eye, Haice was born in the abdomen", Zheng Wan recalled Bao Yuting's evaluation of Mr. Haice Guo Mingwei in the information he gave him, and thought that such a person should have a bookish atmosphere, dignified appearance, and extraordinary bearing, and the person in front of him was about 20 years old, with a sloppy face, a beard on his chin, and a robe with a few holes and mud.

Mr. Haice looked like this in front of him, Zheng Guan really couldn't understand it, and it could only be attributed to: he was too lazy, too lazy. Fortunately, he has a pair of still spiritual eyes that add some color to him, with a soft gaze, which makes people feel a little friendly and elegant.

The Yuanying Dzogchen monk standing side by side with Mr. Haice was the opposite, his eyebrows were straight, his face was thick and his lips were thick, and his breath was condensed, with a killing intent that seemed to be nothing, which made people retreat. But this person was neatly dressed, looked to be in his thirties, had a clean face, and his hair was neatly coiled. The fact that these two people could stand together made Zheng Guan feel so strange and shouted a miracle.

"The old monk hasn't walked around in the world for nearly a hundred years, and he knows that there are such people, and the cultivation of the person on the left side of the hibiscus fairy is quite high, and what method may have been used, the old monk can't see what realm he has reached." In his mind, Qingrong sighed.

On the left side of the hibiscus fairy, a person is shrouded in a wide black robe, looking at the figure should be a man, the huge coat and hat cover the entire head, although the night wind blows, it does not move at all, firmly covering most of its face, the only thing revealed is the round pink and shiny lips and the fair complexion of the corners of the lips.

On the four sides of the mountain swamp, five high-ranking monks gathered at once, so that the monks who were originally excited to explore the purple light gathered from all directions did not dare to get too close. In addition to the east, an aura was slowly approaching, and after a while, I saw a figure. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. )