"You don't think you're long, are you?"

"Brother Hou, that's it..."

This stick is really not a thing.

Just like something, now Xia Xun took a step back to give him the steps, but he immediately kicked his nose on his face, and then put on a high-spirited appearance. With Xiahou's temperament, how could he be so presumptuous?

clenched his fists and raised his hands, and he wanted to beat people again.

And Xia Xun was a little surprised, this surprise came and went quickly, and it was fleeting, even Xia Xun didn't understand what he was surprised about, and he always felt that something was wrong with the gesture of the god stick in front of him. But Xia Xun didn't think much about it, he just thought that the god stick was blaming him for conniving at Xiahou's evil.

Not salty or light, Xia Xun apologized: "I'm really sorry, but I also ask Dao Chang Mo to be familiar with the kid." ”

"Heh..."

Disdainfully sneering, the god stick patted the dust on the dirty Taoist robe, put back a dignified posture again, looked at the sky with high eyes, and said contemptuously: "Heh! Your knowledge is indeed ordinary enough." Last time, Poor Dao kindly sent you a chance, and you almost lost your life without appreciating it. This time, the poor mountains and rivers have sent you a blessing again, but you have suffered so much, and now you still pretend not to know? Hehe, I don't know the hearts of good people, I don't know the hearts of good people. Such a person who doesn't know what to do, I think you are really not far from death this time. ”

"Uh..."

The god stick said arrogantly, Xia Xun couldn't refute it, after all, this is the case.

Why can't you see people clearly when it's dark, then it's just an excuse for Xia Hou to indulge in Xiahou's exploration. It's good now, the god stick bites on this, and Xia Xun is in a dilemma. He scraped the bridge of his nose in embarrassment, thought about it, cheekily, and said lightly embarrassedly: "Please forgive me." The night is dark and the wind is high, there is no one in the wilderness, and the Taoist leader rashly intercepts the road, and the boys can only be careful if they can't see the situation clearly. However, the kid knows very well that the Dao Leader is a celestial being, and he will definitely not be like the kid, so..."

"So you can insult me when you wait? Hmph! Don't put a high hat on the poor road, do you think I'm a mortal like you!?"

"It's just..."

Pulling the dust, the god stick wisped a lewd mustache in one hand, raised his nostrils to the sky, and set off a smile: "It's just that what you said makes some sense." The poor Tao is the supreme heavenly master, who lives with heaven and earth, and holds the six paths of yin and yang, and can change the sun and the moon into a new sky when talking and laughing. With such a broad heart, how can you and other juniors be able to look around? Don't spread the word about tonight's events, and that's it. Otherwise..."

As he spoke, Dou Ding's small eyes swept over everyone, and his words changed sharply, and he said urgently: "Hmph! If you dare to divulge today's heavenly opportunity, be careful that the poor road summons the Nine Heavens Thunder Gong, and there is no corpse left for you!"

"Holy!"

"Oh, that Amitabha, brother..."

"What's wrong, Bajie?"

This god stick said fiercely, Xiahou was angry. The fat monk who had never had time to make a noise couldn't be calm anymore, and when he got closer to the little monk who took two steps, he muttered: "Senior brother, the bull that this Taoist master brags is bigger than Lao Zhu and me, and it actually blows to the sky." Could it be that our master really has a leg with him?"

"Humph!"

This head muttered, and the god stick also had good hearing, vigorously padd the flag in his left hand, picked up the dust in his right hand and pointed at the fat monk, and shouted: "Okay, you are a fake monk! I don't know that the catastrophe is coming, since you still dare to slander this way! I think, you are also a long idle life, right?!"

"Ouch, I'm so scared..."

The fat monk took two steps to hide behind the little monk, poked out his head and pretended to be pitiful and said: "Senior brother, look! He can't scare Master Xia, but now he actually comes to scare me, the master doesn't call the shots, you have to help me make the decisions." ”

"Bajie, don't talk nonsense again. ”

The little monk shook his head helplessly, he knew the temperament of the fat monk very well, he had nothing to look for, he was afraid of something, he was a headache. The little monk folded his hands and turned to look at the divine stick: "Amitabha, the Tao has come from a long way, can you make your intentions clear?"

"Mingyan?"

The god asked strangely, "Didn't you listen to me before?"

"Listen. ”

"Listen, what else do you say?"

"Little monk, I didn't understand. ”

"Uh..."

The god stick was stunned.

It seems that his previous performance was in vain. Xia Hou saw through his purpose at a glance, and he didn't have to act. However, until now, the little monk had not yet understood his intentions. I really don't know whether to say that the little monk is naïve, or if he is still too scumbag in his acting skills.

Pursing his eyes, the god stick impatiently picked up the black iron and dusted it.

"Then you listen carefully, and I'll give you a detailed explanation of the poor road again. ”

"Uh-huh, the little monk listened. The little monk nodded blankly, looking very serious.

Holding the dust, the magic stick clasped his palms on his chest, and said solemnly and deeply: "A few days ago, I watched the stars at night in the poor road, and saw the greedy wolf moving north with the emperor star. And tonight, when I pass through this place, I can see that you are waiting for the stars of your life to be dim, and only a few days before and after, the poor road will know that this is the omen of your blood light! After the blood omen, there will be great calamities! Therefore, the poor road is not far away, and they have traveled here in order to remind you to wait for a while, and send you a good karma, so as to help you wait for the calamity. This time, do you understand?"

"Little monk, I understand. ”

This time, the divine chatter of the god stick is much more straightforward. He was afraid that the little monk still didn't understand what he meant, so he made gestures while talking, and specially said the words "omen of blood light" very seriously. After listening to the chanting of the divine stick, the little monk nodded blankly and bowed seriously.

"Amitabha, thank you for telling me, if there is nothing else, we will continue on our way. ”

"Wait!"

After the little monk finished speaking, he turned around and followed the old monk and led the fat monk back to the carriage. Seeing this, the god stick suddenly became anxious. Hurriedly stride a few steps, pick up the black iron whisk dust and block in front of the little monk: "Didn't you understand what I said?

"Amitabha. ”

With his hands folded, the little monk turned around and shouted again, and said immaturely: "Thank you for the reminder, but there is bliss in life and death, evil causes and evil effects, good begins and ends, and there is also reincarnation in the catastrophe of blood and light." ”

"But, the poor road can help you to save yourself from the disaster!"

"The number of calamities is set in days, and the number of days is like this, and we can wait for fate. ”

“......”

The gods all began to wonder if the little monk's head was made of a wooden scoop. Seeing that the little monk was so unreasonable, the god stick had no choice but to give up entanglement with him. Turning his head sideways, he asked Xia Xun and the others angrily: "Do you also follow fate? Have you forgotten the events of Yuan Ye? I can tell you, this disaster is ten million times better than that one, if no one helps you, you will have to die." ”

"Uh..."

Actually, just like the god stick doesn't understand the little monk, Xia Xun can't understand the god stick in front of him.

Xia Xun couldn't tell that this magic stick was a master of the world, could it be true and Xia Hou guessed, just to ask for some money to beg for work? Thinking about it, Xia Xun was also tired of going around in circles, pads and clenched his fists, and said lightly: "Dao Chief, it's not early, I really have to hurry, if you have something to say, please say it directly?"

"Hey~"

In the face of such a group of people, the god stick is deeply powerless. Since people can't live or die, he has no place to go around in circles. sighed helplessly, and said, "Since this is the case, let Poor Dao ask Xiaoyou one last word." ”

Xia Xun spread out his hand: "Please." ”

“......”

The night moon is heavy, the dark clouds gather, and the moonlight for nine days is difficult to shine. The barren grass is green, swaying with the wind, and a paper lamp reflects a corner of the anecdote.

The god stick narrowed his small eyes and withdrew the dust that stopped him. Taking advantage of the gloomy night and the swaying wind, he gradually raised a solemn mood. Slowly walked towards Xia Xun. There is a sound of footfalling, light and heavy, not fast but not slow, as if there is some indescribable charm contained in it.

"The greedy wolf moves north with the emperor star, the army is entangled and killed, the lonely wind does not make clouds, and the lonely moon does not reflect the stars. Five hundred years of turbulent times, one hundred and ten years of pregnancy. You are about to be in the midst of the turmoil, the monsters from outside the sky will come, the land of Datang will be stained with blood, the world will collapse, and hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers will turn into iron beehives. You are waiting for this trip, which has already affected the number of lives in the world, and those who go against the sky will be punished by heaven. If there is no noble person to help you, you will definitely die if you wait here!

The words are deep and mysterious.

I have to say that the words of the god stick do express some feelings of being a master outside the world. The tone and frustration are all very well grasped, and the atmosphere here is suddenly serious as soon as he speaks. The whole Xiahou and Xia Xun couldn't help but secretly weigh the true identity of the god stick again.

And after the words were finished, the magic stick just walked in front of Xia Xun, no more, no less, just two steps away.

The obscene little eyeballs looked at Xia Xun fixedly: "At this moment, the noble man is close at hand, and there is only one line of vitality." I asked, friend, do you want to be sure?"

"Uh..."

After asking, there was no sound.

One young and one old, two steps away, four eyes facing each other.

The few are clear, calm as water. The old man is turbid, obscene as a thief, but it always makes people feel that it is not real, as if there is an infinite universe hidden in the turbidity, which is really difficult to see. In this way, the two opposite people looked at each other quietly, as if they were both looking at each other's inner thoughts.

The cool breeze is miserable, and the wilderness is cold.

Everyone in the audience stared silently, waiting for Xia Xun's answer.

After a few breaths, his eyes were as calm as water, and his eyelids were lowered. Xia Xun seemed to see something from the small eyes on the other side, but he wasn't quite sure. After all, the matter is too deep for him to speculate.

"Dare to ask the Elder Honor. ”

"Well said. ”

The obscene round face curled up a sly smile that triumphed. The god stick shook the flag in his left hand, and said concisely: "One word is a heavenly machine, Penglai old immortal, yes." ”

"Shhhhh

"Tsk..."

The words were decisive, and he didn't think about it at all.

As he spoke, he gasped for a few breaths. Xiahou, Mo Xian, and the fat monk in the carriage were all stunned by the unabashed answer of the divine stick.

The same question resurfaced in everyone's minds...

Could it be that he is really the immortal of Penglai in the South China Sea?

Xia Xun was also surprised, but he hid it well, and his expression did not change much. Without a word, he looked away from his gaze heavily, and slowly moved to the face of the old monk sitting cross-legged in the carriage. Xia Xun's meaning was obvious, he didn't dare to be sure, but he didn't dare to deny it. I had no choice but to leave this question to the only person here who could possibly know the truth. After all, it can be seen from his previous demeanor that this Sanzang Master must know something inside.

“......”