"Senior sister, do you think Yun Xinghe will need immortal cultivators who can't even reach the earth immortals to help him get out of trouble? In other words, he would be willing for these people to share the opportunity with him equally?"

"What do you mean......" As soon as Qianqiong's words came out, something suddenly came to mind in her mind, so she looked at Bai Xuanyue suddenly, and at this time, Bai Xuanyue also looked at Qianqiong, and they all saw the light in each other's eyes.

"There are still three days before the emperor's birthday, and we still have time to do so, as long as the people of Xianmen don't go to the secret realm of Senhai when the time comes, there will still be salvation!"

Qianqiong's originally bright eyes gradually dimmed, and she shook her head slightly: "How easy is it to let the people of the Immortal Gate not go to the secret realm of the Senhai? This is a sweet spot for them, even if they know that there is a trap, they will definitely go to death without hesitation! What's more, it has been a thousand years, and those people don't know the existence of God at all, how can they believe us?"

"But now we can only try, hope, better than no hope. It was not difficult for Bai Xuanyue to understand Qianqiong's words, after all, before she came to this world, she was still an atheist.

After thinking about it repeatedly, Bai Xuanyue finally asked the Chitian Little Flying Tiger to find the little monk Dhara, although he was not a serious monk, but now Bai Xuanyue only recognized him.

Although the stone door of the cave is closed, but fortunately, the Chitian Little Flying Tiger once lived in the countryside, so he and some mice have learned the ability to make holes, at the moment it is only a matter of a few minutes to dig a small hole under the stone gate, and soon a hole slightly larger than the mouse will be dug, the Chitian Little Flying Tiger did not spend much effort, so he squeezed out of it, and did not forget to bury the hole after going out, and rushed towards a certain place in the palace.

"Your book is reversed, since you don't want to read it, go and pick up the dead leaves in the yard one by one!"

Dhara's hand fell into the air, his red eyes stared at the abbot of Guanghai for a moment, and the white jade-like nose fell into a shadow under the slanting sun: "Old monk, you said that we recite the scriptures, are we reading to the Buddha, or to ourselves?"

"It's not good to read books, and I'm thinking about these things that I don't have!" The book that Abbot Guanghai rolled in his hand knocked on Dhara's head with a muffled sound.

"Let's go pick up the fallen leaves outside!" The ethereal voice of the abbot of Guanghai sounded again, and he added a sentence at the end, "If you can't hear the Buddha's chanting, how can the Buddha hear it?"

But is there really a Buddha in the world?

When the little flying tiger was on the wall, he saw Dhara bending down to pick up the dead leaves on the ground one by one, and when the leaves filled the palms of his hands, he scattered the leaves under the roots of the tree, and as soon as the wind blew, those leaves were blown everywhere by the wind again, and the leaves on the tree also fell in a slump, and spread a thin layer on the green brick ground.

"Is this monk in the brain?" As soon as the Chitian Little Flying Tiger finished complaining, his feet suddenly fell into the air, and he was lifted by the back of the neck of fate, and the Chitian Little Flying Tiger looked stunned, and there was no more Dhara in the courtyard.

"The little donor knows that lying in the corner of other people's walls and gossiping about others will be plucked out by the Buddha. Dhara's voice sounded coldly above the head of the Red Sky Little Flying Tiger, and the Red Sky Little Flying Tiger trembled violently.

The Chitian Little Flying Tiger slowly twisted his neck, and the enlarged face of the Dhara in his pupils was staring at it with a smile, exuding an evil temperament all over his body, especially the pair of red eyes that were full of treacherous light, and the Chitian Little Flying Tiger shuddered when he saw it: "Little ...... Master, I just said that you have fairy water in your head, yes, it's fairy water!"

Dhara's two jade fingers easily clamped the neck of the little flying tiger in the red sky, looked at it meaningfully, and flew down the wall without saying anything.

Dhara didn't let go of the Chitian Little Flying Tiger, he directly carried it into the house, pushed open the door and asked, "Old monk, you said that the guest who will come to visit today won't be this kitten, right?"

Abbot Guanghai was sitting on the futon chanting sutras at this time, and the golden Dharma was constantly spit out from his mouth, and it circled around in an orderly circle, surrounding the body of Abbot Guanghai, constantly rotating.

Seeing this, Dhara closed the door with his other free hand, threw the Red Sky Little Flying Tiger to the ground, and stood in front of the Red Sky Little Flying Tiger like a wall, and smiled and said, "Say it!"

Although the person in front of him was laughing, but he exuded an evil aura all over his body, Chitian Xiaofeihu resisted the urge to escape, and told Bai Xuanyue's suspicions and her danger at this time to Gyro.

"Speaking of which, the old monk has also received the invitation letter from the Senhai Secret Realm!" The Buddhist beads in Dhara's hand moved one by one, still calm and calm.

"What kind of secret realm is it, it's basically the conspiracy of the national teacher, the stupid woman has been arrested now, you must find a way to make those Taoist monks who cultivate immortals not go to that secret realm. "Chitian Little Flying Tiger and Bai Xuanyue have spiritual knowledge exchanges, Bai Xuanyue is afraid that they won't believe it, so he asked Chitian Little Flying Tiger to add, "Maybe what the national teacher did was related to the sacrifice to the gods." ”

"The little monk didn't know that the national teacher was not very human, but he didn't expect that he still had a relationship with the gods, no wonder ......" The strength of the national teacher even the old monk felt frightened, and a strange light quickly surged through the eyes of Dhara.

"Hmm...... Hmph!" Suddenly a heavy pant sounded.

The Red Sky Little Flying Tiger and Dhara looked at the source of the sound in unison, and the old monk on the futon was shrouded in a ball of golden Buddhist texts, which were combined like golden ribbons slowly shrinking, and finally gradually flew into the eyebrows of the abbot of Guanghai.

"Hey, the old man still can't realize the seventh layer, and he has never been able to break through the shackles of this sixth layer. Abbot Guanghai exhaled, then stood up and walked towards the Red Sky Little Flying Tiger.

"The old man has been restless before entering the palace, vaguely hit the catastrophe, originally thought that the fate of the catastrophe began in the previous Bailu City, since entering the palace, the uneasiness in the heart of the old man has not receded, until he met the national teacher, only to know the source and complexity of this catastrophe. ”

Chitian Little Flying Tiger immediately rushed towards the abbot of Guanghai: "So, master, are you willing to save my master?!" But before Chitian Xiaofeihu reached the feet of Abbot Guanghai, he was dragged by the tail by a foot behind him.

"Huh......" Chitian Xiaofeihu sucked a mouthful of tears in pain, and turned back to accuse the demon, but saw that Dhara did not look at it.

"Old monk, although the strength of the national teacher is extraordinary, as long as we don't go to the secret realm of Senhai, we can resolve this unjustified disaster, how can it be so serious as you say?"