Outside the White Horse Temple.

"Xuanzang, cheer up."

Li Daoxuan helped Xuanzang, who was about to fall unconscious, to sit under a locust tree, pinched the yellow charm in his hand, and stuck it on his body.

"Xuanzang, what's wrong with you?"

A shadow came out of the locust tree, it was Xiao Tang holding an umbrella, she was a ghost, it was difficult to enter the White Horse Temple, so she stayed outside, attached to the yin locust tree.

She stretched out her hand to hug Xuanzang, but as soon as her palm touched Xuanzang's body, she let out a painful moan, as if she had touched the coals of fire.

Li Daoxuan noticed that just now, the word 'Buddha' in Xuanzang's palm flickered.

"Little Sugar, don't be in a hurry yet."

Li Daoxuan comforted her for a moment, and then recited the spell.

"But the illness is prolonged, according to the five mountains, the eight seas know, the demon king is headed. Guarding my Xuan, the ferocity is dissipated, the Tao is eternal, and the urgency is like a law! ”

As the immortal talisman turned into golden light and escaped into Xuanzang's body, his breathing finally calmed down, and the whole person recovered some of his spirit, but the word 'Buddha' in the palm of his right hand still did not dissipate.

Li Daoxuan wondered in his heart, why did Huitong and Huichan become believers in the ghost fetus, but they didn't have this Buddha word in their hands, but Xuanzang, who adhered to his heart, was branded with this brand?

Could it be that in the eyes of that ghost fetus, what is so special about Xuanzang?

"Big brother...... Can't kill ......"

Xuanzang's voice was a little weak, but exceptionally firm.

"So, the ghost fetus you see with your discerning eyes is really ...... Three Music Masters? ”

Li Daoxuan frowned and asked.

Xuanzang's eyes were complicated, and he said, "According to my familiarity with the master, that fetus ...... It's a bit like my master. ”

"Big brother, although I can't be completely sure, but I'm eighty percent sure, he ...... It's my master. ”

Xuanzang clenched his fists, and his Zen heart was a little confused.

He admired the Master very much, and with the Master's temperament, he would never do such a thing as being reincarnated as a ghost fetus and confusing the minds of others, but the iron-clad facts were in front of him, and he couldn't help but believe it.

"Big brother, Master, he ...... There must be a problem, right? ”

Xuanzang held Li Daoxuan's hand tightly, as if holding the last straw.

Li Daoxuan sighed lightly and said: "Master Sanle is a high-ranking monk who has the mind to help the world, and I also believe that he must have a hard time. ”

He combed through the causes and consequences in his mind.

When he first saw the ghost fetus last night, he felt that the other party vaguely looked like Sanle, but he couldn't be sure, so he thought about going back to Xuanzang to see it again.

Xuanzang has lived with Master Sanle since he was a child, and he has a pair of natural Buddhist eyes, if anyone in this world can see whether the ghost fetus is Master Sanle, that person must be Xuanzang.

This is also the reason why Li Daoxuan didn't want to entangle with Huichan last night and was in a hurry to go back to find Xuanzang.

He wanted to confirm his guess, and now it was confirmed.

"Master of Three Music...... Moro ......"

Li Daoxuan pondered these two names, and then remembered the nightmare that Xuanzang had, in which Master Sanle gnawed on his arm, and he felt that there was a faint connection between the two.

"Xiaotang, you take care of Xuanzang here, and I'll pick up Changle."

Li Daoxuan gave an order, ready to go back and pick up Changle from the White Horse Temple first, but at this moment, his ears moved, and he heard a noise not far away.

"Luoyang is over, Luoyang is finished!"

"This old beggar really stinks, and he likes to talk nonsense, I'm afraid he's not a madman!"

"The Buddha Gate is pure, but he is making a lot of noise here, isn't he afraid of disturbing the Buddha and the Bodhisattva?"

"Quick, throw him out!"

……

A figure was thrown out of the door by several warrior monks of the White Horse Temple, his clothes were in tatters, his body was covered with black sores, his face was unkempt, his white hair was full of mud, and a few feet away, he could ask about the pungent stench.

The old beggar patted his ass and stood up, oblivious to the disdainful gazes around him.

"Phew!"

He spat thick phlegm in front of the door of the White Horse Temple, and said with a disdainful expression: "Superficial child, ignorant and ignorant, Luoyang is about to end, and the old flower does not want this thousand-year-old temple to be destroyed in one fell swoop, so he specially said that you still don't appreciate it, I bah!" ”

He was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of thick phlegm.

A foul smell hit, and the smell of yellow-brown phlegm was amazing, causing the people around to cover their noses.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Luoyang is going to be finished, and you will be a bunch of dead people in a while, listen to the old man's advice, go back and prepare the coffin quickly, you won't be able to grab it if it's too late!"

"Eat more good, the money saved at home is spent quickly, after all, you can't take it away after you die, of course, if you can't spend it, you can also pay tribute to the old flower, don't use a lot, just buy me a roast chicken......"

These words were like a curse, which made the onlookers angry, and they glared at the old beggar, and some of them were so angry that they even picked up the yellow mud on the ground and threw it at him.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

In the face of those dirty yellow mud, the old beggar did not hide, and even laughed.

"Smash it, smash it, the yellow mud is a foreign object, and it falls on my body as a lotus, hahaha!"

He laughed three times, and walked away with filth all over his body, and his crazy appearance made people wonder if he had fallen into evil.

But no one noticed that the two mouthfuls of thick phlegm he had just spit out turned into two toads and quietly jumped towards the temple......

The old beggar walked to a secluded pool, looked at the water and looked at his face, smiled, and then picked up the water to wash the yellow mud off his face.

Under the waves, an extremely ugly face was reflected.

Cross-eyed, collapsed nose bridge, cleft lips, rotten sores......

It's as if all the ugly faces in the world are concentrated on this face, and just looking at it can make people have nightmares for days.

It's like a face cursed by God.

The old beggar was stinky in front of the pond, and then smiled: "You two, what are you doing sneakily following the old flower?" I don't have any money on me but this mud. ”

In the woods, Xuanzang and Xiaotang walked out.

"Hehe, a monk and a female ghost, born to be a pair, haha-"

The old beggar's laughter stopped abruptly, because just behind Xuanzang and Xiaotang, another figure slowly walked out, with white jade as the crown, brocade clothes folding fans, long hair flowing, handsome and dusty, looking at him with a smile.

The old beggar stared slightly, staring at the young and handsome son, looking up and down, and was amazed.

"Strange, strange, I cultivated into a yang god at a young age, and I can still hide my perception from the old flower, after the world has changed greatly, how can there still be a character like you?"

"In Xia Li Daoxuan, I have seen my predecessors."

Li Daoxuan hugged his fists and saluted, although this old beggar had an ugly face, but the other party's Taoism was extremely good, and he could faintly feel a kind of pressure.

Sure enough, it is a master who hides in the downtown area, and the folk Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

He didn't hide his identity, the other party is a friend of Master Sanle and a high-ranking hermit in the game world, and he must show enough respect for such a character.

After hearing Li Daoxuan's three words, the old beggar's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "It turned out to be the Tang Dynasty National Teacher, that night you killed the evil five elders in Chang'an with the Four Saints Great Array, such as slaughtering chickens and dogs, and shocking the world. ”

"Your Excellency is a friend of Master Sanle, so naturally he is the predecessor of Poor Dao, this time, I want to ask my senior, what problem did Master Sanle encounter?"

Hearing this, the old beggar snorted coldly, the smile on his face disappeared, and said: "That guy Sanle, his temper is harder than the stones in the pit, isn't it good to live, he has to kill himself!" ”

"He also said that it was for the common people in the world, I bah, it seemed that without him, the common people would not be able to live, no one in this world, the sun rose as usual, he patted his ass and died, and wanted me to take more care of his apprentices, hehe, I don't take care of the flowers!"

The old beggar said viciously: "His apprentice named Xuanzang, it doesn't matter if he doesn't meet Hua, if he does, he will be slapped to death directly!" ”

Xuanzang: "......"

Xiao Tang hurriedly stopped in front of Xuanzang and gave him a look to let him leave.

But Xuanzang resolutely stepped forward, clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, poor monk Xuanzang, I have seen my predecessors." ”

Old beggar: "......"

"Little monk, aren't you really afraid of death?"

"Or do you think Li Daoxuan can stop me?"

Xuanzang's face was fearless, and his voice was sincere: "No, the little monk once dreamed that the master asked me for help, and he asked me to go to Shangyang City to find an old beggar covered in pus, that is, a senior." ”

After a pause, he looked firmly at him and said: "Senior, as long as you can save my master, even if the little monk is killed by a palm, I will still be grateful for your kindness!" ”

The old beggar looked at Xuanzang, and after a while, he sighed lightly and said: "Sanle has indeed accepted a good disciple, you go, go back and hurry up to return to the vulgar, and then find a mother-in-law to become your own son, don't chant Buddha again in this life." ”

As he spoke, the old beggar turned and was about to leave.

"Senior, has Master Sanle become the demon fetus in that woman's belly?"

Li Daoxuan suddenly asked out loud.

The old beggar's footsteps paused, he looked back at Li Daoxuan deeply, and sneered: "Boy, you do have some skills, but this is not Chang'an, but Luoyang, I always call Hua to advise you, don't be nosy, it's not easy to practice, don't be a pity for this way." ”

"Senior, although this is not Chang'an, it is still the Tang Dynasty, Poor Dao is a national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, naturally he can't know that Luoyang is in trouble and ignore it, in addition, Xuanzang is my brother-in-law, Master Sanle has also helped me, and I can't sit idly by."

His words were sonorous and powerful, and they exuded a high-spirited self-confidence.

The current Li Daoxuan is no longer the unknown person he was back then, he himself is a great monk of the Yang God Realm, and he also has heavy treasures such as the Fantian Seal and the Plague Bell, in addition, he can also shake people.

Tsing Yi Niangniang, Lao Tianshi, Master, Xu Jianxian, Sister Yu, Guan Yunchang, Yuan Tiangang......

Each of them is a top powerhouse in the Yang God Realm and above, standing at the top of the world, and together they are enough to wipe out any sect in the world!

And these people have a lot to do with him.

The world only thinks that he is invincible in Chang'an City, but they don't know that the connections behind him are the most terrifying place.

The old beggar stared at Li Daoxuan and sneered: "Not very old, but the tone is not small, you can save Sanle if you want to, just now I washed the yellow mud on my face in this pool of water, if you can make those yellow mud bloom into lotus flowers, the old flower can help you." ”

After a pause, he advised: "You are also a yang god, don't play the illusion, and you can't fool the eyes of the old flower." ”

Li Daoxuan's eyes showed a hint of solemnity.

Yellow mud and lotus are two completely different things, if you don't use illusion, the difficulty is several times higher than turning stones into gold, and you can't do it simply by using wood to do magical powers.

The only thing he could think of was the mediation and creation of the number one in Tiangang's great supernatural powers, creating everything out of nothing.

But unfortunately, he doesn't have this magical power.

This old beggar, as rumored, likes to test others with difficult problems.

"Hehe, you can't do it, since Li Guoshi is helpless, then hurry back to your Chang'an City, don't get involved in Luoyang's affairs, go back to your own home!"

The old beggar was confident and determined that Li Daoxuan would never be able to do this.

Even if it is Zhang Zhiyan and Tsing Yi, they will not mediate the great magic power of creation, let alone Li Daoxuan, although this kid is a bit evil and has a terrifying talent, but it is impossible to do it.

"Okay, that's a deal."

To the old beggar's surprise, Li Daoxuan smiled brightly and agreed.

"Li Guoshi, it's not a good habit to talk big."

"Hehe, seniors, let's wait and see."

Li Daoxuan stood by the pond, tapped his head lightly with the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "Little guy, get up and work." ”

The next moment, an elf-like little girl came out of her hair, only about three feet tall, wearing a delicate little dress, with wings as thin as cicada wings on her back, colorful in the sun.

She yawned while waving her little fists, and said in a milky voice: "Daddy, who are you going to beat?" ”

Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand, let her jump in the palm of his hand, and then whispered a few words in his ear.

The little flower god patted his chest, his delicate face was full of confidence, and said with a smile: "Daddy, don't worry, leave it to me!" ”

She waved her little wings and flew towards the pond, and her wings flew everywhere, sprinkling a little bit of light, like a firefly falling into the water.

"Whew! Whew! ”

The little flower god puffed up his cheeks and waved his wings desperately, sprinkling more points of light, making the whole pond sparkling, as if draped in a colorful gauze.

After a few moments, the little flower god wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, then closed his eyes and muttered the words in his mouth.

"@#¥%&齉齾爩籲灩......"

Li Daoxuan was stunned in place, not only him, but Xuanzang and Xiaotang were also confused, what kind of spell was the little flower god reciting? Why can't you understand a word?

Isn't this mess really made up by her?

"Gu Immortal Language, you actually know Gu Immortal Language?"

The old beggar looked at the little flower god with a shocked expression.

Li Daoxuan was also shocked, can anyone really understand?

It's scary to think about it, this old-timer...... I'm afraid it has a lot of origins.

After the little flower god finished reciting the incantation, his fingers were a little fuller, and he said in a milky voice: "Blossom!" ”

The next moment, a magical scene appeared, the yellow mud that had fallen in the pond water before had really turned into a tender shoot, and was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was about to turn into a pool of lotus flowers.

"It's blooming! It's blooming! ”

Xiao Tang said happily, and Xuanzang also showed a smile, relieved.

Big brother really has a way......

The old beggar squinted his eyes and exclaimed: "It turned out to be the bloodline of the god of flowers, and I thought that back then, I would ...... too"

He glanced at Li Daoxuan and stopped the words in his mouth, as if he was unwilling to reveal the origin of his heels.

Seeing Xuanzang and Xiaotang's happy appearances, he sneered: "Hmph, it's just the power of the flower god, Li Guoshi, you haven't won yet." ”

With that, the old beggar kicked the straw sandals on his right foot.

Poof!

The black straw sandals fell into the pool, seemingly unremarkable, and sank rapidly.

But soon, the place where the straw sandals sank gurgled and bubbled, and then a dragon's groan sounded from the bottom of the water.

A huge body loomed underwater, stirring the wind and waves, and it turned out to be a black dragon, swimming towards the growing lotus flowers, trying to destroy.

Recommend a new book by Brother Shi, "I Add a Point to Become a God in the World" to kill decisively add a little panel flow, and the plot flow. Synopsis: "Cao thief, you... Who the hell are you?! ”

"Your Majesty really wants to know?"

"Say!"

"In your eyes, the pillar of the court who is dedicated to the country and loyal is me."

"The Demon Flame on the rivers and lakes is monstrous, and the Heavenly Mandate Demon Venerable that comes out once in a thousand years is me."

"The master of the Dragon Palace, who hides in the dark and lays out the endless shadows for a hundred years, is also me."

"You... You... Or who! ”

"The minister is still Cao Bin, the Cao of the underworld, the polite Bin."

(End of chapter)