Chapter 114: Hidden in the City

"High Priest, get away, it's the police! What do you see over there? The crystal ball in Lydia's hand vanished, and she pointed in the opposite direction from the police. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The golden branch looked in the direction Lydia was pointing, and she saw a silver beast speeding past in the middle of the carless road, and the dark night could not stop its majesty, it was a white tiger!

With a flash of golden light, the golden branch transformed into a Dapeng golden-winged bird and chased after it, and in an instant, a silver light and a golden light disappeared into the night of Paris.

The police officer who came to Lydia saw the scene, and his mouth was wide open in shock.

Then he seemed to understand something: "Lydia, what the hell are you doing?" ā€

"Officer, I gave you the right calculation last time, right?" Lydia replied no.

"That's good, but I warned you not to do business here last time, and tourists are complaining again!"

"Officer I know, I won't come again next time, I'll give you a hexagram today, or don't want money!" Lydia said with a hippie smile.

"Okay, but that was just now? ā€¦ā€¦ā€

"Officer, what's that? You are tired, after finishing this hexagram, I will send you some ancestral herbs to ensure that you can sleep peacefully when you go home! ā€

"You gypsy woman, there's really nothing you can do!" The policeman's face softened as he spoke.

Snowflakes begin to fall in the brightly lit Parisian night sky, which excites those who love Paris even more.

The bell tower of Notre-Dame Cathedral struck twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the dull sound of the bell drifted down the Seine.

The bell heralded that the coffee on the left bank of the Seine was just hot, and that a great writer was putting a steaming cup of coffee to his lips, and a whimsical idea was taking shape in his mind; The bell also heralded the beginning of a dance on the right bank of the Seine, and a seductive woman with hot red lips was about to drink a glass of red wine.

In contrast to the bustling nightlife, there was a silent streak of silver and a golden light in the air of Paris, and that silver light fell on the top of the bell tower of Notre-Dame, and with it.

The golden-winged bird stood on the top of the bell tower and flapped its golden wings, only to see a burst of golden starlight and flying snowflakes drift towards the opposite side.

The white tiger standing steadily on the opposite side shook the silver-white fur on his body, and a burst of silver starlight also floated towards the opposite side.

The golden starlight meets the silver starlight in the night sky, and those sparkling starlights are like fireworks in the hands of children shining brightly in the darkness.

"Who's coming? Why can't this priest sense you? ā€

"High Priestess, don't come unharmed?" The white tiger grinned and spat out words.

"Do you know this priest?"

"How do you know? I've been waiting for you here for many years! ā€

"Are you with Lydia?"

"Lydia is just being entrusted with it, and it's me who is really waiting for me!"

"Is that you? Don't you do it for Longpo? "If it is now the embodiment of the golden branch, she must have apricot eyes!

What is it that makes up your mind about her, why not for Long Po? This is what Zhong Li taught her!

The golden eyes on the Goldfinch began to twinkle on its head, which was a signal to welcome the battle!

The white tiger's eyes widened, and the huge eyes showed a murderous aura! However, it quickly closed the tiger's eyes, and opened them again in an instant, and then there was a trace of sadness in the tiger's eyes.

It only said, "High priest, please follow me!" He leaped into the night, and a silver light disappeared into the distance.

The night is deep, leaving the bustling streets, those cobweb-like winding old alleys are twisted and quiet, this is the real firewood, rice, oil and salt of Parisians, here is the real symphony of Parisian life, but this cold winter night makes people close their doors early.

No one noticed a silver light in the alleys, followed by a golden light.

Not long after, the silver light turned into an arch, followed by the golden light.

A little candlelight flickered in the archway, and the smell of sandalwood and ghee that can only be found in Chinese temples permeated the inside.

Several monks in robes greeted the courtyard, all of them with different skin colors.

But they all asked in French:

"Master Zhiguang, are you back?"

"Master, have you waited?"

"How is the master?"

The monks surrounded the silver light that stopped, it was a silver-white majestic giant tiger, in the snowflakes that were getting bigger and bigger, the white tiger shook its hair, and instantly transformed into a monk, the big monk's vermilion robe was draped with a snow-white cloak, although it was no longer young but the eyebrows were a little handsome.

The great monk smiled slightly and parted with the apprentices, and only then did everyone notice a big golden bird parked in the middle of the courtyard.

The great monk only said one sentence: "Female benefactor, please come with me......" and walked to a room with flickering candles.

The big bird flapped its wings, and in a burst of golden light, it transformed into a beautiful girl in a neon dress and feather robe.

The girl glanced around, and followed the great monk into the candlelit room under the astonished gaze of monks of all colors.

It is a spacious room for the Buddha and the Bodhisattvas, and rows of butter lamps illuminate the room as bright as day.

The great monk reverently knelt on the futon in front of the Buddha:

"Buddha, the person I was waiting for is finally here......"

The great monk muttered, but Jin Zhi clearly heard clearly, at this moment, the great monk spoke the language of the Bai people.

Jin Zhi opened his beautiful eyes like black grapes, and there were crystal tears rolling in those eyes, Jin Zhi already understood something!

Jin Zhi held back his tears, silently knelt on the futon next to the great monk, and asked in vernacular, "Are you, brother?" ā€

"Golden Branch, I know you'll come one day!" The great monk seemed to be talking to himself.

Hearing this, Jin Zhi couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

All this is like a world apart, Jizu Mountain thought it was a yin and yang separation, and I couldn't imagine that we could meet again in a foreign country many years later.

Although they have never seen each other since birth, the flesh and blood that is thicker than water have never broken their hearts.

Master Zhiguang turned his head to look at Jin Zhi, and his eyes were full of tears: "Jin Zhi, the world is unpredictable, everything is already decided. I shouldn't have seen you when I was outside the red dust, but when the fire engulfed my father, his words are still in my ears......"

"What did my father say?"

"Father said, let me find you!" Gen Zhiguang's words began to tremble, but he tried to restrain himself.

"Brother......" Jin Zhi's tears rushed down.

"Jin Zhi, I'm relieved to see you!"

Jin Zhi stopped his tears and grabbed Master Zhiguang's hands: "Brother, let's go home together!" ā€

"Jin Zhi, everything has already been decided, you belong to the Blue Realm, and I have long taken refuge in Buddhism. In fact, if the parents know underground, they will also be pleased, although this parting will be the end ......of the world from now on."

"Brother......

"It's just that what my brother wants to explain to you is that don't let the ancestor's dragon Po leave the Blue Realm again, once Long Po leaves, this world will be divided again, and the lives will be ruined, and the blood will flow like a river!"