I laughed, I can do this kind of trick too. And Linghu Gaoya can't do it, she is a negative Taoist, so she can only smile, as if she thinks that Grandpa Huo can take care of herself. She was relieved.

However, Linghu Gaoya's eyes when he looked at Grandpa Huo made me feel a little hairy. This girl has very ambiguous eyes. Fortunately, Grandpa Huo had a steady face and did not feel any discomfort.

At that moment, Linghu Gaoya and I said goodbye to Grandpa Huo, left the Zhushen Array, and went to Tibet. Tu Tu is practicing, so he can't take it with him.

There are indeed many benefits of becoming a saint, and just talking about this jet lag doesn't need to look like it. And my hairstyle can also be controlled, no longer gray hair up to the waist, control the hair shape to shorten and become shoulder-length broken hair. It feels pretty good.

Of course, the gray hair has been shortened and has not become thicker, but it has remained the same thickness, but the hair quality is excellent, and the roots are white and shiny, and it looks very tough. In fact, hair is not only hair in this realm. It's weapons.

It's just that I can't turn gray hair into black hair.

Along the way, Linghu Gaoya always wanted to get closer to me and talk to me. I naturally understood what this slave girl was, and I didn't say anything else to her. Just said something about the trip to the Potala Palace. She has been bored for a long time, and she looks resentful. Saying that I only treat her as a slave and not as a woman or something like that.

When I flew over Qingcheng Mountain, I still swept down with Lingbo, and sure enough, I saw Chen Yuanyuan sitting and practicing in the desperate valley on the other side of the Qingcheng Forbidden Land, obviously she was in the realm of Chongsheng. This woman, who actually restored her original appearance, is indeed too charming and charming.

I thought about it, isn't Chen Yuanyuan a yang Taoist, I'll mention her once! Whether she can be sanctified or not depends on her creation.

As a result, the Wood Dragon Ball separated a small seedling of essence fire in my body, and shot out from under the crotch of my energy robe at once. fell in front of Chen Yuanyuan. Linghu Gaoya couldn't help but say: "Damn, the master is so evil!" It's really good for that slut, and you don't want to mention me. ”

I don't take it seriously, it's still much faster to use my own essence fire than to use Uncle Gen's. Originally, I planned to sculpt Linghu Gaoya, Lu Xueqi, Sima Yourong and others, but Grandpa Huo helped me do this!

At that time, I saw that as soon as the wood dragon essence fire landed, it was suddenly full of vitality. In the entire valley, it was originally a bleak scene in early winter, but it immediately became green and blooming, and it was a turbulent spring.

Chen Yuanyuan was taken aback, looked around, and looked down at the small seedling in front of him, his eyes were even brighter. But when she looked up at the sky, I had already taken Linghu Gaoya and fled, leaving only a secret voice: "Chen Yuanyuan, the master has been here." If you can collect this essence fire, you will be sanctified, and it is up to you to create. ”

Chen Yuanyuan naturally can't see me and Linghu Gaoya, but my Lingbo can still see her. This girl was also too excited, excitedly holding the wooden dragon essence fire in both hands, and shouted: "Thank you, Lord, Yuanyuan loves you!" ”

Her voice was very beautiful, and it spread far and wide between the ravines of Qingcheng Mountain.

Linghu Gaoya listened disdainfully and said: "This slut, he actually hit the Lord's idea again, it's really shameless." Isn't it embarrassing that she's slept with as many people as she has slept with? Where is it like me Linghu is elegant, and it is still there. Humph......"

As he spoke, Linghu Gaoya leaned closer to me. I flickered when I saw this, and quickly dodged. As for her, she came depressedly: "Dead master, don't want a virgin, what a stupid hat." Could it be that the sexual ability was really burned by the wood dragon essence fire? Alas......"

I just don't think I heard anything like that.

When we were still five kilometers away from the Potala Palace, Linghu Gaoya and I had already hidden all our breath and landed. In a realm like ours, the four great gods will not be able to detect us.

The energy swung out, in the form of wild expedition equipment, and we walked towards the Potala Palace on foot. Originally, the spiritual waves were emanated, and they could observe the scenery of this plateau. But Linghu Gaoya, a woman, actually wants to take a walk, take a look, and say that it is only interesting to say that. And she transformed into another face, this is my arrangement, I don't want her to appear in the face of Ling Hulan.

But I can't understand her thoughts, at most she just wants to walk with me more. Although I still have a middle-aged face, she likes me, isn't it? Alas......

It was just afternoon, and the sky on the plateau was particularly blue, and the sun was quite pure and warm. Some wind, dry, for us, not to have altitude sickness in such a place. Along the way, Linghu Gaoya really looked like an ordinary beautiful woman, attracting a lot of attention, and bought a lot of things.

Of course, there was a male tourist who secretly photographed Linghu's elegant and charming back from more than 200 meters away, and she discovered it. At that time, she was actually unhappy in her heart, and scolded in a low voice, "Look how the old lady cleans you up", and then planned to go over.

I immediately stopped Linghu Gaoya, and whispered, "What are you excited about? You look charming, and people only secretly photograph you, aren't they? ”

"I hate this kind of bastard, it's not pure at all!" Linghu Gaoya pouted and coquettishly said to me, "Am I charming, why don't you look at me squarely?" ”

I smiled faintly, looked up at the sky, and praised: "Look at this sky, how blue, so pure." The sunshine was nice too......"

Before he finished speaking, Linghu glanced at me elegantly, snorted, as if he was angry, and walked forward.

Hehe, woman......

When I came to the Potala Palace, I didn't plan to go in right away. At this time, it is the time when there are more tourists, and it is not good to act during the day, and I don't even have the idea of Lingbo exploring the underground palace. Of course, Linghu Gaoya didn't, because she knew how to get to the underground palace.

We just bought tickets and walked around the Potala Palace, just like regular tourists. For the Buddha's way, the third grandfather has explained, saying that smart people believe in the Tao, the Tao requires perseverance, and the suffering is difficult; Fools believe in Buddhism and religion, how much money to support the monks, there are too few true Buddhas, and too many fake monks.

When you arrive in Tibet, you can feel how fanatical religious beliefs are in this world. The magnificence and magnificence of the temple, and the treatment of the monks and lamas, are simply two heavens with the ordinary people. The majestic Potala Palace, hehe, how many years of history, I don't bother to say, it is actually sometimes not like the crystallization of the wisdom of the working people, but only a witness to the suffering of the people, but also a witness to ignorance.

Some people under the guise of religion do things to fool the people at the bottom, and this is not to be investigated, because this is the reckless world of the chaotic world, and if there are people, there will be everyone.

Standing on the steps of the outer wall of the Potala Palace, looking out from afar, you can see that there are many Tibetans and Han people doing business on the other side of the square. Linghu and I stood there elegantly, looking at the wind, I have my feelings, she only has her vanity, because standing with me, because in the eyes of others, she is beautiful and sexy, and I am ordinary and ordinary, she has earned enough eyeballs. Someone even looked at me carefully, and the look in his eyes seemed to say: Uncle, just this goods, worthy of this girl?

I don't mind all of this. I just saw an elderly Tibetan woman in the corner of the square, selling a basket of hard-boiled eggs to tourists. The Tibetan woman was very old, thin, hunchbacked, wrinkled, with old black and red skin, dry hair under her hat, and her robe looked like it had not been washed for many years.

My nose was very sharp, and I could smell the aftertaste of butter tea and barley noodles on Tibetan women from afar, which were the smell that had been deposited over many years, mixed with the accumulation of sweat, and there was very little oily smell. I can only say that she has been poor all her life.

The egg basket is placed on the ground, and the Tibetan woman's left hand turns the prayer chakra, which seems to be going down for the rest of her life, and her withered eyes are begging for people, especially tourists. At this time, the Buddha she believed in and loved was not able to help her improve.

Well-dressed monks and lamas walked past her in a procession, and no one noticed her. She quickly got her own business, but it was ridiculous, hard-boiled eggs were a dollar, which was quite cheap. However, the tourist can only give her one yuan, she gives one egg, and another yuan, she gives another one, and gives a ticket of five yuan, and she does not accept it, nor does she give the egg.

At this time, the Buddha or living Buddha that the Tibetan woman believed in did not come to help her, it seems that he never blessed her, and he did not even teach her arithmetic.

I stood there looking at her, and suddenly my heart burned with sadness. Linghu Gaoya felt that my aura was wrong, turned his head to look at me, then followed my eyes, smiled, and said softly: "It's really stupid, I can't even count." ”

I whispered, "Shut up!" ”

"What's wrong? Am I guilty of you? Linghu raised his mouth elegantly, looked at me resentfully, and sprinkled his daughter's delicate, "Look at you like that, do you want to be kind?" Okay, I have a whole number of twenty yuan here, you go buy the remaining ten eggs, give them the price of two yuan each, see if the stupid woman accepts it? "Yaya died of his liver.