"So you were worried about war, and I understand. Then why is that miracle doctor reluctant to go out of the mountain?" asked Zhang Bai.

"Who knows? This miracle doctor was not originally from Guishan, he was an old foreign man, and no one knew what he thought. ”

"Then wouldn't it be okay for His Majesty the Emperor to send an army and force him to go to the doctor?" Zhang Bai said viciously.

When the man heard this, his eyes widened like copper bells, revealing a lightning bolt and said, "That's a fairy! Send an army? You want to die." ”

Immortals? Wouldn't it be an immortal cultivator again? Zhang Bai suddenly became concerned.

"Then where does this immortal live?"

"Of course it's the Gasserga Pagoda, where else else in the city could it be?"

Zhang Bai pretended to suddenly realize and nodded his head, didn't ask more, and hurriedly said goodbye and went home with a few words of greeting. Now the most important thing to worry about is not the gods in the pagoda, but the payment that you haven't gotten, what will happen to your life after that?

When he returned home, he told everyone about the situation, and Brother Ma was confident, and suggested that some of the Buddhist scriptures should be sold in the store, and the price would be according to the price sold to Master Suraj, so as not to make his master unhappy. In fact, Brother Ma had already cleaned the store before, and put up a sign at the door, writing: "Buddhist scriptures, books, paper and pens are sold!" Because the price is cheap, people have been asking about it recently.

I really admire it, Brother Ma is indeed a practical talent, and it's no wonder that the Blood Underworld Sect would recruit him before.

Regarding the topic of immortals, Mu Jing was also a little worried about the tracking of the Dharma Sect. She offered to take Piggy with her and go to explore the way. They belong to two non-humans, and their concealment attributes are super strong, and Zhang Bai thinks it is very feasible.

That night, Mu Jing and Pig set out to find the pagoda and the gods. Zhang Bai had nothing to do, so he practiced the exercises. At this time, he had the Yang stilt vein and the breath of the Du pulse in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, especially the "Shangyuan Sutra" refined in the Du vein, and the progress was slow at the beginning of the practice, but the more he practiced, the faster he entered the realm, and it was really a first-class exercise. Up to now, the sea of yang veins in the Du Mai has begun to form. In addition, the "Innate Pure Yang Gong" in the Yang Stilt Vein has long been completed, so at this time, the Yang Qi in Zhang Bai's body is at its peak, but it seems that the Yin Qi is somewhat exhausted.

The headache that didn't matter at once is getting worse day by day.

He discussed this matter with Mu Jing, but Zhang Bai's practice method was so strange that Mu Jing had never even heard of it, so he was helpless.

In the end, Mu Jing proposed to read all the books brought out from Dai Yueguan, maybe he could get some inspiration, Zhang Bai felt reasonable, so he took out the books and put them on the bookshelf in the room, so that Mu Jing could read them at will.

But until now, I haven't found any good way, so I have to continue to cultivate.

......

As the night wore on, no one was watching in Peshawar, and there was silence in all directions. In the hazy moonlight, suddenly a sharp birdsong chirped.

Zhang Bai was practicing, and outside the room, a white figure flashed.

The window of the room was closed, and the window was colored glass, and the man could not see inside, so he stood silently outside the door, staring at the window, as if his eyes could see through the wall into the room.

Zhang Bai didn't notice anything unusual, and was still on the bed in the room, practicing the exercises cross-legged.

After a while, the moonlight was already in the middle of the sky.

The man seemed to be a little tired of waiting, and suddenly flew across the courtyard and came to Mu Jing's room. The room was also closed, and the figure easily entered the room through the wall in a flash. After a while, the room was lit up with an oil lamp. The figure suddenly flew out of the room, towards Zhang Bai's room, and entered the room in a flash.

Zhang Bai cultivated very attentively, and he didn't notice that there was another person in the room at all. At this time, it was the critical time of cultivation, and his face was half red and half blue, and his face was covered with layers of fine sweat.

The figure slowly approached Zhang Bai, silently under his feet, until he was an arm's length away from Zhang Bai, and then stretched out his finger and pointed at Zhang Bai's eyebrows.

Zhang Bai's whole body was shocked, and his brows were furrowed for a moment, as if he was in great pain. A milky white mist instantly rose around him, and the mist did not spread, but only gradually thickened, becoming more and more like a liquid. In this liquid, there are two forces of white and cyan that are incompatible with each other, and there is a fierce battle.

As the aura became thicker, Zhang Bai's body trembled more and more. The white aura around him gradually prevailed at this time, devouring the cyan aura little by little. Half an hour later, the cyan aura was all digested, the aura around the body had become milky white, and Zhang Bai's trembling gradually subsided.

When Zhang Bai opened his eyes and suddenly saw a person standing in front of him, he was taken aback and jumped up from the bed, so he could concentrate on watching.

This look was even more surprising than just now. The person who came was dressed in soap clothes, three locks of mustache, white beard and eyebrows, and was an old man dressed as an ancient Han person. He was smiling at himself, and Zhang Bai faintly felt a little familiar.

"Do we know this old grandfather very well? Why did you go to the wrong room? Your private room is next door. The corners of his mouth smiled evilly, and he popped out of modern Chinese.

"Hahaha!" the old man laughed, "You little slippery head, you really don't change." ”

Zhang Bai was a human being in two lifetimes, and he was called Little Slippery Tou only once, that is, in the dungeon of the East Prince's Mansion, Nanhua Lao Xian once called himself so.

He was stunned for a moment, and after a long pause, he asked, "Are you Nanhua Immortal Master?" Seeing that the figure was a bit similar, Zhang Bai was difficult to determine. That day in prison, Nanhua was locked in the depths of the cell, and he could only see a vague figure, but he didn't see Nanhua's face clearly.

The old man's laughter gradually lowered, and he calmly asked, "Do you have any imperial medicine left?"

Sure enough, it was Nanhua Old Immortal, only he and Pig knew that they had imperial medicine. Zhang Bai immediately knelt down and said in a trembling voice: "I didn't expect to meet the immortal master here, I didn't see the immortal master's face in a hurry that day, and the disciples didn't dare to recognize each other indiscriminately, please don't blame the immortal master!"

At this time, the door was suddenly opened by a gust of wind, and the pig rushed over first, grinning his teeth, and rushed straight to Nanhua Laoxian. Zhang Bai was shocked and shouted, "Stop it, pig! This is Master's ......."

Seeing that the pig couldn't be contained, the fangs and sharp mouths were about to bite up.

Nanhua was not nervous, but surrounded by his hands, acting like holding a round ball, and a ball of warm and soft light appeared between his palms. As soon as he sent his hands to the pig, the ball of light immediately lassoed the pig and wrapped it, and the pig seemed to fall asleep instantly without any struggle. As soon as Nanhua received it, the ball of light came into the palm of his hand.

"Piggy!" Zhang Bai shouted worriedly, "The immortal master's subordinates are merciful, this is my spiritual pet, it doesn't understand people, the protector is anxious for this abruptness, please forgive the immortal master!"

Nanhua didn't answer, but observed carefully, the ball of light became a little smaller, just the size of Nanhua's palm, and the pig also became smaller with the ball of light.

"Sure enough, it's Lizhu, so worldly, there is even Lizhu born, it's strange. ”

"It's not surprising, it was the Blood Netherworld Sect that used the token to take it out of the Heavenly Realm. Mu Jing suddenly appeared beside Zhang Bai. In the face of Nanhua, he replied lukewarmly.

When Nanhua saw Mu Jing, he was puzzled for a while, and soon remembered something, and seemed to be surprised in disbelief.

"How are you?"

"It's me!" Mu Jing replied.

Zhang Bai was also confused and asked, "How do you know each other?"

Mu Jing turned his head and said, "He is the immortal who lives in the Gasserga Pagoda?"