There is a statue in the north of Shengjing City.

The statue is gray-white, smiling, facing Shengjing City, and the Great Shura behind him looks down on Shengjing City like a demon god!

Before leaving, the barefoot monk said that he would plant some flowers and plants here.

It was the early summer season, and the flowers and plants centered on him were already budding, and the fragrance of the flowers was wanton, but the skull in his hand, even if it was a gray-white stone, his expression was very hideous, and it was incompatible with the surrounding flowers and plants.

Before leaving, the barefoot monk also said that he should not eat vegetarian food, but eat some meat and drink some wine.

Therefore, the meat and wine in front of him have never been broken since last year, and I don't know if he has no regrets after that, because he is not dead after all, and he can't move the food in front of him all the year round, which is really tormenting.

When Zhang Xiaodao came to the barefoot monk, it was close to noon, when the sun was at its peak.

Although the heavy clouds in the sky are layered, they are illuminated by the strong light, and although they do not directly penetrate the heavy clouds, they illuminate the gaps in the edge of the clouds, and at first glance it seems that the day has cracked.

Zhang Xiaodao, who brought wine and meat, came to the barefoot monk, put down the wine and meat, and then looked at his smile, and he also smiled.

It's just that Zhang Xiaodao's smile is a little reluctant.

The reason for his reluctance was simple, because he felt the pressure of overstepping the mountain.

He didn't know if he would be able to control the spatial code, and he was still terrified of looking at the monument.

But he was even more afraid that Shengjing City would become the next Qingzhou border pass, so he had to accept it, and at the same time resist the temptation to go home.

He didn't know if he would be able to save the barefoot monk, but he knew if the barefoot monk woke up. He alone can fight the world's heroes!

So, here he is.

The moment this smile appeared, Zhang Xiaodao rubbed his face, and then stretched out his hand to touch the barefoot monk's big hand with five fingers parted.

There is no hint of warmth, only the texture of cold stone.

Zhang Xiaodao closed his eyes, the divine wheel in his mind rotated wildly, and the mysterious power from time seeped out of his palm, which did not change the fact that the barefoot monk was still a statue, but he could feel the palms of the barefoot monks softening.

This softening gave Zhang Xiaodao a glimmer of hope, but with all his strength, he could only feel that the stones in the palms of the barefoot monks were only slightly thinning. I felt hopeless.

Under a wave of discomfort and dizziness. Zhang Xiaodao stopped, he understood that with his current strength, even if he was all overdrawn, it would be impossible to melt a finger of a barefoot monk.

So, I had to give up.

So. I can only sigh.

After sighing, Zhang Xiaodao did not leave immediately. Instead, he sat down. Looking at the end of the field bordering the sky, I fell into deep thought.

In fact, although Liu Jianbei's sword fulfilled him, he initially had the ability to use the power of time. But to this day, Zhang Xiaodao still doesn't know how to improve this power.

According to Wang Luohan's growth experience, if the North and South Shenmen want to improve the power of the code, almost all of them come from watching the stone stele, and the stone stele is their teacher.

But the Time Divine Monument is naturally in the hands of Nanshenmen, and he can't look at the Time Divine Monument, so he can't improve the power of time, and he can't unlock the seal of the barefoot monk.

He sighed because of this, he knew that it would be difficult for the barefoot monk to really wake up in the short time to come.

After sitting for half a pillar of incense, Zhang Xiaodao finally raised his head, and this time he smiled a little happier, but obviously because of the lack of confidence, the smile was still a little reluctant.

Leaving the north of the city with a reluctant smile, Zhang Xiaodao went straight to the Futu Temple.

He hoped he could read the monument.

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Not long ago, he appeared at the Qingzhou border pass, and the master of the Nanshenmen Gate, who destroyed the border pass in one go, returned to the South China Sea.

There is a distinction between the north and the south, and there is naturally a difference between the north and the south overseas.

In the North Sea, where his mother-in-law is located, only demon beasts live, but the South China Sea under his jurisdiction is not only demon beasts, but also people.

The master of the door, dressed in a gray robe, came to the island where there were still people, and the people who lived on the island naturally came to greet him, but there were not many people, only a few people.

The eight people had two teenagers, four middle-aged men, and two old men.

But they all called the master of the Nanshen Gate 'Father!'

The word 'father' is full of respect and at the same time surprising.

The master of Nanshenmen accepted it calmly, because these eight people were indeed orphans he adopted, whether they were teenagers, middle-aged, or old men, they all grew up under his watch.

And the reason why we raise them is to wait for today.

The master of the Nanshen Gate didn't say anything about it, but just said softly: "Go to the Tang Dynasty!"

Then the eight of them began to pack their small belongings, and under his watch, they got on the humble raft.

The raft was very simple, just a few huge logs tied together, and after all eight people boarded the raft, the raft seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure, fell apart, and became eight logs!

Each log carries a person who has only one log under their feet, but they have to cross the boundless South China Sea.

Both teenagers were thin and weak, and their bodies were a little unsteady standing on a log.

The two old men were a little trembling, and it seemed that they would be slapped by a gust of sea breeze or waves at any time, and they would fall into the sea and die, except for the four middle-aged men who stood quite steady, it was very doubtful that they would die before they went to the Tang Dynasty this time.

But the master of the Nanshenmen Gate did not have the slightest worry, because he knew that even if he stayed on this island, even the lowest cultivation had already reached the Destiny Xuan, and the two old men had even supernatural powers, such a group of people, as long as they set foot on the mainland, would cause panic among everyone in the world.

Therefore, they have to arrive in the Tang Dynasty at the end and make a final decision!

No one thought that there would be such a group of people in the South China Sea who would arrive in the Tang Dynasty.

If you know the strength of this group of people, I'm afraid that even Mr. can't be moved, because the strength of these people is enough to support a country, and even stronger than the current Great Wilderness!

Watch as eight logs disappear in the waves.

The master of Nanshenmen did not leave the island, but sat on the reef by the sea and looked at the sky, as if the cool sea breeze was very refreshing today.

He sat like this for a whole day and a night, watching the tide rise and fall, watching the stars shift, watching the twilight and the sunrise, and finally stood up at noon the next day.

In the scorching light, he smiled with absolute confidence, but he couldn't help but smile when he remembered the boy who was the same as himself.

Of course, he knew that after he left the big tree outside the Qingzhou border pass, Zhang Xiaodao wanted to kill himself with murderous anger.

But this is just a joke for him, Zhang Xiaodao will sooner or later become his partner, a partner who goes to find his hometown together.

Of course, if Zhang Xiaodao is unwilling, he will become a puppet, a puppet for him to find a home......!