Zhong Sishuang said Amitabha Buddha, and then said: "The thing has been delivered, and the poor monk should resign." ”

"Come on, send Master Zhong Si out of the palace." Gu Sang Ning commanded, sat in place and watched Zhong Si's back disappear around the corner of the imperial garden, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Mu Xianyue coming from the other side, and immediately took the brocade box and stood up, "Go back." ”

At night, Gu Sanning bathed and washed under the service of Gong E, sat alone in front of the dresser with half-wet hair, took the brocade box, opened it with a little effort, and took out the rosary in it.

Twenty-one, eighteen of which are made of thunder split jujube wood, have a year of two or three hundred years, although they are precious, they are far from the point of rarity.

What really taught her to care was that the three relics seemed to be refined from the bones of Master Linghui after he sat down.

It stands to reason that even if Master Linghui is a high-ranking monk, the corpse bones refining relics should not have such a pure and frightening aura.

It is a little better than the relics carried in the string of thunder-splitting jujube trees obtained in the ancient family in the past, and there is an inexplicable sense of closeness.

"This is the breath of the Great Dao." Buji couldn't stand it anymore, so he couldn't help but mention something: "In the theistic space, the existence of relics is rare, but in this kind of space that has evolved from nothing, when the first person becomes a Buddha, his body is imprinted by the law." After the bones are refined, the remnants of the Great Dao aura merge into their bones and condense into the three relics in your hands. The time and place are favorable, and it is rare, and it is the true treasure of Buddhism. ”

"As for why I became close to you, because you are the master of this copy world, you are sensitive to the aura of the Great Dao."

"Can I take this thing with me?" This kind of good thing is hard to find, and the string of thunder splitting jujube wood in the ancient family in the past is enough for her to regret, and this baby says that no idea is fake.

Boogie was silent for three seconds and said, "Yes." ”

Gu Sang's eyes lit up when he boarded, this trip was really fruitful!

Boogie Watch, who had insight into her thoughts, was also a little speechless, the luck of the spicy chicken player was really leveraged, and she was able to meet all the good things.

Is it because of the Son of Luck?

Gu Sang was satisfied, then remembered the others, and asked, "I remember you said that if the Son of Luck is gone, the world space in which you are located will collapse?" ”

"Thanks to you, you still remember ......" Boogie muttered, why didn't he necessarily remember this when the designer Li Qingyun came.

Spit and complain, Boogie has a heart for popular science, "That's a normal situation, this world is different." ”

"Somewhere is different." Gu Sanning asked.

Boogie coughed a few times and raised his tone, "Strictly speaking, in fact, the only son of luck in this world is Mu Xianyue, and the other half he identifies is the heroine, that is, the son of luck following him." "Even though it sounds like it's not the same as the mechanical sound you're used to.

Gu Sanning was slightly surprised, this setting is inevitably machismo?

"There's no way, whoever made the plot of this dungeon world start with him." Boogie shrugged.

"What about the last copy?" Gu Sanning asked curiously.

The last copy was Mary Suwen, which unfolded from the perspective of the heroine, and Qiu Yizhi must be an absolute son of luck, right?

Gu Sanning thought with confidence, but the answer turned out to be diametrically opposite.

"It's the same, the female protagonist of the last copy is like a silk grass, climbing to the male protagonist to survive, so ......" Boogie stopped at the point.