795. The Mortal Bureau

"Elder Qu, Mrs. Jian, thank you for your protection this time. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "Cheng Yu solemnly bowed.

Qu Fu waved his hand: "Don't say these polite words, how can you say that you are also a disciple of Budian, if something really happens under my nose, Budian will not be able to settle accounts with me." Except for me, there are only four elders in the sect, and I have already convicted the two of them, but I can't let your master come to trouble me again. As he spoke, he turned around and shouted to the disciples to hurry up and get on the flying boat.

Mrs. Jian leaned forward and whispered, "What does the Buddha vessel you get look like?" When you get back to the sect, you'll have to show me. ”

Just as Yuan Yan thought, this matter was clearly Cheng Yu's doing, and many of the Yuanying monks present at that time knew it. It's just that those who understand also know that the Buddha artifact is not driven by the power of the Buddha, and it is just an ornament.

Under the circumstances at that time, even if she had the intention to snatch it, she had to consider whether she could take it in the hands of Cheng Yu, who was powerful in the incarnation of the Heavenly Demon, and she also had to take into account the many monks who were clearly standing on her side. The most important thing is that the power of Buddhist cultivation, which is rumored to be closely related to Cheng Yu, has never appeared.

"Okay." Cheng Yu happily responded, everyone understands people, and she naturally will no longer pretend to be confused in front of Mrs. Jian.

And in the clouds in the distance, there are two monks hiding in it at this moment.

"Dad, I'm talking about that female cultivator, obviously her luck was a mortal situation from the beginning, why did she get out of the secret realm safely and get a Buddha weapon?" Ji Wuce pointed to Cheng Yu's back.

Beside him was a handsome monk wearing a black and white gossip array robe, which was Ji Wuce's father, Ji Yan. I saw him say lightly: "No choice, did my father tell you that you can't judge the life and death of a monk based on luck alone?" ”

Ji Wuce nodded: "But luck is right to judge life and death, could it be that she is the one who can't be counted?" ”

"You're right." Ji plays the head of the jaw.

Ji Wuce was stunned: "She is a person who changed her life against the sky? ”

"Definitely. There are people in this world who change their lives against the sky, but there is no one in ten thousand. This woman's luck is slightly better, this kind of luck is very common among monks, but she is doing good deeds, as the so-called heavenly way is kind, she will always favor one or two at every critical moment, but she is not the kind of person who gathers great luck. Ji Yan retracted his gaze at Cheng Yu: "But this luck is just right." Everyone envies the atmospheric fortune, but they don't know that atmospheric luck is accompanied by a big crisis, and life and death are often on the line. ”

Ji Wuce was curious: "Dad, have you seen that kind of atmospheric luck monk?" ”

"Naturally, I have seen many, and some have long since fallen. Some have gone through hardships, just like the uncle and grandfather who sent you. When he was young, he didn't know how many opportunities he had, and he even had the ancient tricks, but later he ended up with both legs broken. Ji Yan sighed slightly.

"But it doesn't make much difference if a monk like him has legs or not." Ji Wuce is still a monk who envies the great luck.

Remembering his previous words, he said: "What luck is better, why do I see that her luck is black to the end, and she will die." Ji Wuce polished his eyes again and looked at Cheng Yu.

This time, Ji Yan didn't give Ji Wuce an answer, but said: "Your Xuan Yan technique is still just a few skins, and when you can really understand the mysteries, you will definitely know why what your father sees is not the same as what you see." ”

"Dad, if you don't tell me, I'll go back and ask my mother." Ji Wuce is also used to Ji Yan's temperament of saying half and leaving half every time.

"In that case, let's go back. Your mother can't see you anymore, I'm afraid I'm going to go out of the palace to look for you. Ji Yan said.

Ji Wuce took a step back and said busily: "Let me see her luck again." Ji Wuce suddenly stared at him.

Cheng Yu immediately noticed this divine sense, looked over, but saw Ji Wuce and a high-ranking monk who looked like him six or seven points standing there, and was slightly stunned.

Ji Wuce saw that Cheng Yu had already discovered her, smiled and beckoned, and then said to Ji Yan: "It looks like her luck is still like this." Could it be that I've made a mistake now that anyone is a mortal game. Dad, is it possible that the monk on the side of this female cultivator is also wrong? ”

Ji Yan took a look and saw that the male cultivator was extraordinary, and he looked at the beautiful female cultivator with great concern, and said, "This son, it's a pity." Alright, let's go. ”

Cheng Yu watched Ji Wuce wave to her, and then disappeared into the sky with the monk.

"Have you ever heard of a high-ranking monk surnamed Ji? That Ji didn't know where he came from. Cheng Yu asked out loud. Ji Wuce is so smug, he must not be an idle monk.

Yi on the side shook his head, he didn't know much about Tianchu's affairs. I listened to Mo Zhiyan on the other side and said: "The surname Ji is an ancient noble surname, and now most of them are scattered everywhere, if you can say that you can have the strength to cultivate such a young Jindan monk, I think of three places." One of them is a family of cultivators surnamed Ji in Dongling, who has been casting swords for a living for generations, and it can be regarded as a family with deep roots in the Cangjian faction. But this one is obviously not, the kid doesn't have a sword in his body. ”

Cheng Yu nodded, and he didn't see that he was interested in the spirit sword.

"The second is a highly respected organ master in the Honghu Sect's cabinet." Before Mo Zhiyan finished speaking, Cheng Yu exclaimed: "Fuchen Zhenjun." ”

"You're right, he is called Fuchen, but his surname is Ji."

Cheng Yu shook his head: "It's not." Ji Wuce didn't learn mechanical arts. ”

"In this way, it is most likely that it is the palace master Ji Yan of the Xuanyan Palace." Mo Zhiyan affirmed: "That kid is used to the art of the Five Elements Bagua, if you talk about the Five Elements Bagua, who in this world can compare to the Xuanyan Palace." ”

"Xuanyan Palace? But at that time, Ji Wuce had already denied that he was not a disciple of Xuanyan Palace. It's that he only lives with his father and mother...... Could it be that there are only three of them in the whole palace of this Xuanyan Palace? Cheng Yu was surprised.

"There is also this possibility, the Xuanyan Palace is the most mysterious sect among the thirteen great immortal cultivation sects of Tianchu, and they have never interacted with other sects, and I don't know how many disciples they have, and they rarely haunt the immortal cultivation world, and only a few monks have been able to see the palace masters of the Xuanyan Palace for thousands of years. I also learned about it from Mo, uh, my dad. ”

Hearing this, Cheng Yu praised: "Such a sect can be based in Tianchu for a long time, and this metaphysical technique is really exquisite. ”

Mo Zhiyan also agreed, and said: "Although the Xuan Technique is not prosperous in Tianchu, it is highly respected, and the reason for this is that the monks know very little about it, and they are afraid of the unknown. In addition, monks such as Ji Wuce, who practiced occult arts, were able to observe the luck of the monks and judge life and death, which greatly impressed the monks every time they appeared. ”

"That's true." When Cheng Yu said from Ji Wuce that her luck was a certain death, he felt that this mystical technique was very mysterious, but maybe this kid was too young to learn the essence of it, so he couldn't see that she was actually a reborn person. Since the original owner is no longer there, her luck must have the appearance of death.