It is said that Zhang Fan left the Wa Palace and returned to the Biyou Palace, and the two of them began to discuss the Tao and the Fa, and unconsciously, more than 100 years have passed.

On this day, Zhang Fan left Jinao Island, first went to Buzhou Mountain, or the broken Buzhou Mountain, and then went to the ancestral land of the Wu clan - Pangu Palace, and searched all over the world, but finally found nothing.

"It's weird, where did this Chaos Bead, Chaos Bell, and Pangu Hall go? Hongjun must know this, but it's a pity that I can't beat him, what should I do? Forget it, Xiaobai, return to the world of Journey to the West. ”

"Okay, master. ”

Journey to the West, the world many years later.

This place has long been different, except for a few caves and blessed lands and immortal mountain islands, there is no trace of the flood at all.

It is also divided into three worlds: heaven, earth, and man, the heavenly realm is inhabited by immortals, the earthly realm inhabited by monks, and the human realm inhabited by mortals.

The heavenly realm is in order, the lowest cultivation is the earth immortal, the highest cultivation is such as Sanqing and others, quasi-holy Taoism.

The realm is chaotic, mortals, monks, and immortals all have it, and the highest cultivation is such as Zhen Yuanzi and others, and they are still quasi-saints.

The human world, with its distinct hierarchy, is all mortal (except for a few exceptions), and the monks have long since disappeared, except for one of the stars, which has a name, called the earth.

Here, as soon as Zhang Fanchu arrived, he was full of thoughts, he saw Sun Wukong, the Buddha of the West Heaven, Taishang Laojun, Sanqing, the Jade Emperor, Nuwa and so on.

He found that these people's cultivation was not high, and none of them were saints, and at most they were quasi-saints. Moreover, their strength is very low, or their mana is very low, and the same Da Luo is more than a step worse than the flood wilderness.

The main thing is that he saw the earth, the earth of his descendants, and still on it, found an acquaintance, a monk with a big ear.

At this time, the big-eared monk was still wearing a robe, bald and big-eared, and he was at a fork in the street at a fork in the street, helping a young man look at his face.

In front of him, there is a table and two chairs, all of which are made of rosewood.

Next to him, there was a banner standing there, with the inscription 'Monk divination, hundred trigrams, hundred hexagrams, but the spirit comes before the money, and the spirit does not need money'.

Subconsciously, Zhang Fan moved to the earth, appeared directly beside the big-eared monk, and listened to him talk nonsense: "Donor, I see that your Yintang is black, your cheeks are crimson, and your eyes are like peach blossoms. If you want to solve this calamity, please tell the donor the place where he will go at night to the old man, and the old man will go through this calamity for you, and the Buddha will say that I will not go to hell who will go to hell, Amitabha Buddha ......"

"Dead monk, if you are sick, your sister, if you still want money like this, you will starve to death sooner or later. ”

The young man's face darkened, he glanced at the flag again, cursed, and turned away.

At the same time, as soon as Zhang Fan arrived on Earth, in a luxurious villa thousands of miles away from him, a person suddenly raised his head and looked at him through the layers of void. And he, including the big-eared monk, didn't feel anything, didn't notice it.

This villa has a romantic and solemn temperament, with a high entrance hall and a magnificent door, round arched windows and corner stones, showing grace and luxury.

The white stucco walls combined with light red roof tiles, continuous arches and cloisters, and the living room with high windows are fresh and unconventional, making people feel refreshed.

The porch and foyer stretch to the north and south, and the living room and bedroom are equipped with low windows and hexagonal bay windows, and the dining room is connected to the north and south, which is elegant and exquisite, and there is no lack of comfort, and the indoor and outdoor scenes are blended.

"Two cosmic warriors, one level six and one level seven, kind of interesting. Hey, on the body of the seventh-level warrior, there is a trace of the aura of the family ancestor, strange! That breath, that ring, so familiar feeling, it seems to be ......."

In the living room of the villa, on the black marble floor, there was a handsome man, in his thirties, sitting cross-legged, looking at the sky and muttering.

His smooth and fair face, with an angular coldness, and dark and deep eyes, glowing with charming color. The thick eyebrows, the tall nose, and the beautiful lip shape all show nobility and elegance.

He looks like he is bohemian on the outside, but the gleam in his eyes from time to time makes people dare not look directly.

On the other side, after the young man left, Zhang Fan stepped forward and asked curiously, "Little monk, what are you doing in the mortal world for sealing and cultivating?"

"You...... It turned out to be Zhang Fan Daoyou, what is the matter with Daoyou? Please stand aside if you have nothing to do, stay while you have something, talk again when you have time, don't delay Lao Qu's business, thank you!"

When the big-eared monk saw Zhang Fan, he was startled at first, his whole body tensed, and suddenly he seemed to remember something, and he became casual.

After he said a word, he didn't pay attention to Zhang Fan anymore, and the old god was sitting there, as if he was sure that Zhang Fan didn't dare to do it.

"Your sister, hurry up and answer Lao Tzu's question...... Don't say yes, I think you're also underbeaten!"

Seeing this, Zhang Fan was expressionless, raised his hand and cast an enchantment, punched the big-eared monk, and specially greeted him on his face.

There was a bump, followed by a scream, mixed with an incredulous sound.

"You...... In the mortal realm, how can you still have mana?"

"There's a lot of nonsense, there is a nine-grade pure world white lotus here, which is ranked as a top-grade innate spirit treasure, so I will give it to you as a favor. Let's talk about it, you don't have to wait for the blessed land of the Immortal Mountain, what are you doing in the mortal world, are you cheating?"

Zhang Fan was too lazy to say, casually threw a white lotus platform to the monk, and asked again.

"Ah, thank you Daoyou, Lao Ke can help Daoyou to attain the Tao, it is purely a coincidence, Lao Ke is ashamed, grateful. Lao Gu's nether realm can be regarded as entering the world to practice, and by the way, he helps the world and accumulates merits, so that his cultivation can go further......."

"Little monk, I want to tell a fortune!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded, not only into the enchantment, but even more bizarre was that the person who spoke was still outside the enchantment, looking at Zhang Fan and the others.

Zhang Fan and the others were shocked, turned their heads to look, and saw that it was a handsome man, an ordinary mortal, and they couldn't see the traces of cultivation at all.

The more this is the case, the more apprehensive Zhang Fan is in his heart, his enchantment, it is difficult for a powerhouse of the same level to find out, let alone a mortal?

And the big-eared monk breathed a sigh of relief, he only thought that Zhang Fan's enchantment was ordinary, so he didn't think much about it, and asked directly: "What does this benefactor want to count?" auspicious, evil, misfortune, blessing, wealth, official luck, marriage, longevity, or fate?"

"Hehe, little monk, you have a lot of tone, you can count your fate! Then you can help me look at palmistry, my good luck today, and longevity, what is your fate?"

The handsome man sat on the wooden chair, stretched out his right hand, and said with a smile.