Jiujiang is the border of Jingzhou, separated from Yangzhou by a river, out of the land of Jingzhou, Zhou Bai changed his previous hurried itinerary, as if he didn't care about this matter, and seemed to be waiting for someone to appear.

Ao Xing's attitude and answer have already told Zhou Bai that the matter of Huangshi is related to Jiangcheng, and since you have avoided the confrontation between the two sides of Jiangcheng, if you meddle in this matter, you will inevitably fall back into this whirlpool.

It's about humanitarian karma, how can Zhou Bai not care about all kinds of injustices in his previous life, he is just a **, he doesn't dare to manage it, he can't manage it. Now that he has entered a different world, he is still as cowardly as in his previous life, isn't it in vain that he is blind and upright.

Zhou Baixin said, Brother Shen must know about this matter, I am afraid that this time I left halfway for this matter. Wait until you meet him in Jinling and ask him again.

Along the way, when you arrive at Tongling, it is already early September, and the verdant on the side of the road has now turned yellow, although it is difficult to see lush grass and trees in the south of the Yangtze River.

Before entering the city gate, Zhou Bai saw a Taoist in a dark Taoist robe waiting in front of the door.

Finally appeared, Zhou Bai couldn't help but sneer.

The carriage arrived in front of the Taoist, and without waiting to speak, Zhou Bai jumped out of the car and greeted him, "Dao Chief, I've been waiting for a long time." The scenery along the way is infinite, and the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River lingers below. ”

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The corners of the Taoist's mouth twitched, what does this mean?" ”

The Taoist crane has a childish face, a ruddy complexion without wrinkles, and he can't recognize the age at all, and the passers-by next to him will bow down and salute, calling him an immortal, and the Taoist people are also smiling in return.

"The Taoist is a master of the Tao and is deeply respected by the people, why bother to participate in this kind of thing?" Zhou Bai smiled, looked at Guan Chenzi sadly, and sighed.

"Poor Dao doesn't know what Mr. said at all?" Guan Chenzi wondered. "The poor road is just the meaning of the Daomen, please come to me to clear the void and get together, in order to form a good relationship. ”

"Good fate?" Zhou Bai was stunned for a moment, and looked at Guanchenzi's eyes seriously. Didn't I think I was wrong?

In the perception of Haoran's qi, he did not find that there was anything wrong with watching the dust. Zhou Bai said secretly, then he will follow him, and he will see the move.

The south is rich in rice lotus roots, and the autumn harvest has passed, it is the season of lotus roots, the three of them walk on the ridges, there are no busy villagers in the square fields, only rows of rice stalks that are cut and buried in the mud.

The frogs in the dry pond not far away were chirping, like the last carnival before hibernation, and suddenly an exclamation came from the mud pond, and Zhou Bai realized that there were still people in the mud pond!

Several big men were lying in the mud pond and blending in with the environment, and they couldn't recognize their faces for a long time, but they were anxiously shouting the local dialect around one place, speaking quickly and quickly.

Zhou Bai didn't understand what it meant at all, and he hadn't reacted yet. The casual observation of the dust has disappeared without a trace, and when I look at it again, I am already standing in the mud pond.

Hongyu and Zhou Bai glanced at each other and hurriedly rushed to the mud pond. Walking to the front, Guan Chenzi had completely lost the image of the immortal wind and bones of the Dao master just now, the clean and tidy Dao robe was full of black sludge, and even his hair was dyed black by the muddy water, condensing into a lump and sticking to his face and body.

Guan Chenzi pressed his hands to the ground and silently recited the mantra, only to see the muddy water splashing under his hands, adding another layer of sludge to his body.

Neither here. If you can't find it again, I'm afraid it will be more than lucky. The purest thing of the lotus is hidden in the mud and the divine object is obscure, so the divine means cannot be detected. If a person is trapped in the mud, the monk's methods are ineffective, and he can only try to find it little by little, Guan Chenzi is in a hurry, wipes the cold sweat on his forehead, and continues to work in a different position.

This time, fortunately, the villagers were killed, and the mud splashed less than six inches, and a person could already be seen struggling in the mud. Guan Chenzi finally breathed a sigh of relief and rescued the person.

"The poor way of cultivating is to meditate and cultivate nature, in order to know the clear meaning, so he is not good at supernatural means, but this time he is making a fool of himself in front of his husband. Seeing Hongyu casually remove the dust from the sludge on his body, a trace of envy flashed in his eyes, and he saluted Hongyu and Zhou Bai.

"The Taoist chief Gao Yi is bowing down, so there is no need to be polite for such a trivial matter. Zhou Bai said seriously. Before he could react to the right thing, Guan Chenzi had already rushed to the mud pond to cast a spell to save people, which shocked him.

After walking for a while, he bypassed a mountain forest, and Guan Chenzi said with a smile, "This is the place where the poor road retreats." ”

Zhou Bai carefully observed the slightly dilapidated Taoist temple in front of him, the vermilion paint of the door post was completely off, although the wood was not decayed, but there were a few faint moths, the door panel was like the transformation of the old bed board, and a few holes allowed the things in the view to be unobstructed. It is the door plaque of this Taoist view, I don't know what material it is made of, the three words of Qingxuguan seem to be hooked by a stroke of flowing water, and there is a rhyme lingering inside, so that people can see this word to soothe their minds, a treasure at the end.

Guan Chenzi was about to open the door, but he saw a head poking out of the wall next to him, and with a bang, a little boy who was seven or eight years old tall and no more than Zhou Bai's waist jumped from under the wall with his bare feet.

"Old man, old man~~ My old flower laid two eggs, and my mother asked me to bring them to you. Put it in your house~~"

Guan Chenzi said, "This is the child in the village next to him, thanks to their help on weekdays, the poor road will not go hungry." ”

Hongyu opened his mouth and said, "You are already cultivating in the Qi refining period, and you have already opened the valley." ”

"People, they always have to eat. Hunger and gluttony are human beings. Guan Chenzi grinned.

"I'm satisfied with your answer!" Hongyu's eyes narrowed, and even Guan Chenzi could feel her happiness.

The three of them took their seats, Guan Chenzi first went back to the room and put away the two eggs that Huzi gave him, and then took out a dusty ancient book from the corner of the table, wiped it and handed it to Zhou Bai.

Zhou Bai inadvertently caught a glimpse of Guan Chenzi's behavior and couldn't help but be speechless. "Three Thousand Dreams? This should be one of the highest mental methods of Buddhism, right? Why are you here?

The gentleman asked so many questions in a series of ways, and he didn't know how to answer them. Guan Chenzi smiled, "Although the poor Dao has a low cultivation, he is also a disciple of the Daomen, and of course he does not want to practice the Buddha's mental method. If I don't practice, why don't I make the best use of this thing, but it's a little thick to pad the corners of the table, so I tore a few pages. Now it is given to Mr. as a thank you for getting rid of the demon monk and saving the common people. ”

Guan Chenzi's words are true, this is the result of Zhou Bai's judgment, he believes in this judgment, but he does not believe in Daomen.

In the previous Cihang Pudu incident, although Daomen did not show up, he took advantage of Confucianism.

Isn't this a shot........ Zhou Bai's heart sank, I was afraid that the matter of the Dongyou Sect had something to do with the Daomen.

Unconsciously flipped through the mental method in his hand, and did not find any abnormality, but because he majored in spiritual consciousness, even Zhou Bai could practice, and he didn't have to be afraid of clash with Haoran's qi.

"Has the Daoist ever heard of the Eastern Journey Sect?" Zhou Bai suddenly raised his head and asked.

"Haven't heard of it. The poor Dao has only been practicing for a hundred years, and I have never heard of the name of the Dongyou Sect, isn't it the Hidden World Sect?" Guan Chenzi replied naturally.

After thanking Guan Chenzi for his gift, and politely rejecting his repeated gifts, Zhou Bai and Hongyu left Qingxuguan.

"If someone sends you, you want it, aren't you afraid of being calculated?"

"What if you don't collect it? It's still calculated, it's still calculated. An inexplicable light flashed in Zhou Bai's eyes.

Brother Shen, I wonder if you can give me an answer then?