Chapter 104: Fantasy Storm

Bianjing is prosperous, and it is even more Lin'an.

At this time, it was only seven days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Tianyou and others entered the capital, and they asked the seven holy Taoists when they met people, but they didn't want to know that no one in this huge Bianjing knew the seven holy Taoists, and they had no clue after asking for a few days.

A few people were puzzled, the Seven Holy Dao people who liked to be in the limelight so much, no one knew about it.

Qijie was particularly anxious, and said: "There are many fish and dragons in this capital, there must be someone who knows the whereabouts of the Seven Sages Old Dao, let's find a few Taoist temples to ask, maybe we will know where he is." Everyone nodded, and for the time being, it could only be so.

In order to find the Seven Sages faster, the soldiers were divided into two ways, Gu Yunfei always liked to be alone, so he went to inquire about the news alone, and Qijie and Tianyou were in a group.

Tianyou took out a yellow talisman and handed it to Gu Yunfei, this yellow talisman is a little different from other rune paper, not painted with cinnabar, but painted with black-green entanglement lines, like some kind of juice depiction, Tianyou said: "Yunfei, if you are in danger, incinerate this talisman, we can rush to help, remember!" ”

Gu Yunfei nodded, thanked him, and parted ways with Tianyou.

Tianyou looked at Gu Yunfei's back and muttered in his heart: "Why is he so weird today, and he is still in such a hurry, is something wrong?" ”

But Qijie had already pulled Tianyou and shouted: "Big brother, don't care about him, let's leave quickly." ”

There are many shops in Bianjing City, the traffic is busy, a prosperous scene, the willows on both sides of the river in the city are still around, the lotus leaf fields, and the scenery is endless.

At this time, although it is close to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the scorching sun is still shining, and it is still hot. Qijie picked two lotus leaves, put them on the top of his head, and followed Tianyou along the street to ask if there was a famous Taoist temple.

Suddenly, there was the sound of horses' hooves.

The carriage was moving rapidly, almost scraping Qijie, who was walking carelessly, Qijie was so angry that he jumped in front of the carriage, grabbed the carriage, and stopped the carriage.

"Hey, how did you drive, what if you went on a rampage and hurt us?" Seven precepts of the airway.

There are three carriages in this convoy, and the six jujube horses are tall and majestic, and the bodies are all made of nanmu, carved beams and painted buildings, and painted with gold and color, which is very unusual. The coachman shouted, and all three carriages came to a halt.

"Stinky monk, don't you walk for a long time! Dare to ram our carriage. The coachman scolded unceremoniously.

Tianyou frowned when he heard this, thinking to himself who was so arrogant in this car.

The carriage in the middle was particularly gorgeous, the emerald embroidered curtains were gently lifted, and a thick voice came out: "What is it?" ”

"Great master, there is a great monk who doesn't open his eyes and almost disturbs the horses." The coachman said.

As soon as he finished saying this, there was a sudden sigh in the carriage, and then a slightly chubby middle-aged man stepped out of the car.

"Seven precepts? Are you the precious apprentice of the mad monk Drunken Bodhi? ”

Qijie's eyes widened, a little incredulous, he didn't want to meet someone who knew him in this huge Bianjing, but he didn't know this person, and hurriedly folded his hands and said: "Exactly, the great monk, I am Qijie, you are ......"

The man smiled and said, "I have some friendship with the old monk, I saw you in Lin'an many years ago, it seems that you don't remember." ”

Seeing that it was his master's deceased, Qijie hurriedly saluted again and said, "Qijie has seen his predecessors!" ”

The man nodded, and then asked, "That crazy monk Ke also came to Bianjing?" ”

Qijie shook his head and said: "My master doesn't chant Buddha or ring the bell all day long, and he comes and goes without a trace, I don't know where he is now." ”

The man had a complicated expression on his face, and he couldn't tell whether he was sad or happy, and said for a long time: "Also, otherwise how can you match the nickname of the mad monk Drunken Bodhi." ”

The man screamed twice in pity, and said, "Although that crazy monk does not have the image of a monk, his cultivation of Buddhism is shocking, and it is rare to see a monk like him who is truly enlightened." ”

Qijie saw that this person really had a lot of friendship with his master, so he asked, "I don't know what the seniors call them?" ”

Before the man could speak, the groom driving the car snorted coldly and said, "You don't even know Bianjing's No. 1 business tycoon, Mr. Li?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Old man Li hurriedly scolded.

"Virtuous nephew, I don't know why I came to Bianjing?" Mr. Li asked.

Qijie glared at the groom viciously, so frightened that the groom hid behind Old Man Li and didn't dare to make a sound.

"Don't hide it from our predecessors, we came to Bianjing specifically to find the traces of the Seven Holy Daoists. He has killed many people, and there are many souls in his hands, and we will kill the evil way! Qijie said.

When Old Man Li heard the words Seven Holy Daoists, he was slightly surprised, and said secretly: "What's the use of him killing people?" But these words were only between the lips and teeth, and no one else heard them at all.

"These Seven Holy Dao Humane Methods are profound, I am an ordinary mortal, and I can't do anything!" Old Li frowned and said.

Tianyou smiled: "You don't need to go out too hard, as long as you can tell him where he is." ”

Li Yuanwai's expression changed slightly, and he immediately said: "These Seven Holy Dao people like the Fantasy Gate Illusion the most, if my guess is correct, he should participate in the Fantasy Gate Fantasy Storm!" ”

"Fantasy Storm? This is? Qijie asked puzzled.

"It's an opportunity for the disciples of the Fantasy Sect to compete for the deer, and only those who are favored by the master of the Fantasy Sect, Jin Hengxu, are eligible to enter, presumably they will definitely participate, but it is difficult for you to sneak in! Even if it is difficult for you to find out where Qimen Fengyun will be, I think you should give up this plan. Li Yuanwai frowned tightly and said.

Qijie hurriedly saluted again and asked, but Li Yuanwai's face changed and said: "I only have a few relationships with that mad monk, and I don't have a deep friendship, if you want to know the secret of this matter, you need to exchange your Buddha weapon to slay demons!" ”

"No! Absolutely not! This is a thing passed down by my father, who once warned that the pestle is in the people, and the pestle is lost and killed! Qijie directly refused.

Qijie saw that this Li Yuan's foreign commission was really cunning, and he was angry, and said: "I don't believe that only you know where the fantasy storm will be held in this Bianjing, so we won't ask." ”

Tianyou stopped Qijie, and said with a smile: "Since Li Yuanwai wants to exchange the secret of the Fantasy Gate for the second brother's demon pestle, it's not too much, but how do we know that you really know where it is?" ”

Li Yuanwai laughed and said with disdain: "In the vast sea of clouds, there is a mystery. The fantasy wind and cloud will not be on the land of Bianjing, if you want to go, you have to climb the clouds, if you can't open the door, you are expected to be today, and you can't find it when you dig three feet into Bianjing. ”

When Tianyou saw him say this, his right hand unconsciously protected an object on his chest, and suddenly he had an idea in his heart, and he laughed from himself: "Since this is the case, then thank you Li Yuanwai for the reminder, anyway, we can't find it, so we won't look for it." ”

Li Yuanwai didn't know why, and asked, "Why didn't you look for it?" Don't you get rid of the demons? ”