"Thank you Leng Daoyou for your help just now, but I don't know if my friend has been delayed for so long in that Dihuang Mirror, and if everything is going well there...".

At this time, the purple water gave the gift of the Daomen, and looked at Leng Wushuang as if he was breathing the air here very freely, and now the spring breeze was floating towards him.

For a moment, before the human form arrived, I had already heard this person say quite relaxedly.

"I didn't expect that the old man and I would be able to enjoy this freedom of breathing in my lifetime...

Purple Water friends don't have to worry, I have been delayed there for so long because I have also sealed that masterless divine consciousness in the spiritual mirror here.

And at this time, it will not be easy to ingest other people's consciousness...".

The purple water understood in his heart that this divine consciousness naturally referred to the person who had fallen for a long time.

And this spirit mirror is afraid that because of this, there is another unknown mystery. But after all, the ownership of this spirit mirror does not completely belong to one's own family.

At this point, the purple water asked tentatively.

"That's... This spirit mirror, I don't know what else my friend has planned?"

"Hey~ Zishui friend, you are, if you say it, it naturally belongs to you only now, and the spiritual object chooses the master.

And I want to see who in today's cultivation realm, who dares to disobey and dare to be on an equal footing with the head of the righteous air path...

And I, the original owner... I have been contemplating this mirror for more than 30 years, and the fate here is over, not to mention that my friend rescued me from it.

This rare freedom, the price of its meaning, how can it be a treasure, it can be compared to exchange, so Zishui friends, you don't have to push it back.

It's just that... I also want to advise you, old man, that after all, it is a rumored thing, and we cultivators have limited time.

Friends don't want to let go of what is in front of them, and obsess over the good time... Hahaha...

And this friend at the Jindan level is the same person you said earlier, the like-minded person who came with you... Friends, right?".

That Leng Wushuang was in a good mood at this time, and he actually led his own topic to this talented and beautiful Phantom Butterfly Fairy between laughter.

The words are evocative, because once upon a time, he actually tasted the taste, there is beauty on the road of cultivation, accompanied by wind and rain.

"The seniors made fun of ... I've seen Leng Senior...".

"Alas, what seniors are not predecessors, we all have to talk to each other as equals in front of this purple water and ancestor, haha...

At this time, although you seem to be above the level, there is still room to climb into the realm, but you also have the help of this person from time to time.

Staying by your side, it's a blessing... In any case, you can do it... Haha...".

After hearing this, the phantom butterfly fairy seemed to be extremely useful, and wanted to wake up the elm pimple.

At this point, he pursed his lips and smiled, and this person's eyes were facing each other, between Zishui's eyebrows.

It seems to be intentional, and it is necessary to see that this person is at a loss when his hands and feet are resting up and down.

That Zishui was helpless in his heart, and shook his head again and again, because he was also really, and he couldn't understand why every character he met had to make the same joke as his own.

The purple water thought of the topic here, and actually avoided it intentionally, and the phantom butterfly fairy's gaze continued.

"Then I don't know Leng Daoyou, from today onwards, what are your plans?"

And this sentence was also asked so coldly, his face stiffened, and he seemed to have thought of his own answer in his heart for a long time, so far he said word by word.

"Bright flowers and dark fruits! No matter where you hide, it looks like you're going to have to pay it back sooner or later... And the debt I owed thirty years ago.

It seems that today will finally come to the conclusion, that is, I will be able to investigate the truth here, and then repay it twice.

So even if I go to the ends of the earth, I have to find their mother and son... Purple water friends, let's say goodbye today.

I just hope that when we meet again, I have already brought them with me and officially met you in the White Fang Nine Building, the Mountain of Righteousness.

Thank you in person for your kindness, our family's feelings today...".

"Leng Daoyou's words are serious, but if it really comes to that time, I will also open the mountain gate of Zishui, bow down and pray for blessings and wait to greet you...

But this thing... Taoist friends should also look at the fate of the fate, and I can only wish my friends early that everything will go well...".

When Leng Wushuang heard Zishui's words, he suddenly thought of something in his heart and said quite seriously.

"Friend Zishui said it very well! It's just that before I left, I also wanted to plant a good karma for this matter.

I don't know if Zishui friend is willing to fulfill me again?"

"Leng Daoyou, but it doesn't hurt to say it...".

"I don't have much face to go back to, so... I don't know Zishui friends, can you send this thing back for me...".

At this point, Leng Wushuang actually took out a magic weapon with a rather strange shape from his arms, the right-handed magic conch!

......

The cross-stream rows and scales, and the blue sea is boiling flowers.

At this time, the vastness of the South China Sea is boundless, and there are three small islands protruding from the blue sky, like the beads between the Buddha's palms, and standing in a place between the strands.

And the leftmost island, which is quite high and low, seems to be a green dragon lying horizontally, facing a small island on the far right.

The edges and corners are undulating and the backbone is distinct, and it is like a tiger carved in the sky, surrounded by a backdrop, an island in the middle.

The jungle is towering and strange and natural. At this time, on the island, the stone statues of the Nine Dragons are all facing the rising sun, and the straight lotus road here is at the end of the road.

There is also a huge stone statue of Guanyin carved in jade, carrying the appearance of the good man and the dragon girl under his body, and he is driving in the sky together.

At this time, all the people in the temple were also sitting in eighteen places, and the shape of the lotus petals was opposite.

The central platform was solemnly placed, and the purple water and the phantom butterfly fairy were cold and unequaled, and the right-handed conch of the Buddha's supreme treasure was returned.

At this point, the sound of percussion on the Buddhist utensils was also heard, which made the long-lost Great Treasure King extremely happy to chant the Sanskrit scriptures.

All of a sudden, the crowd was coaxed to rise, and the shocking sound of the hum was broadcast ten miles away between the South China Sea.

It seems that the sound of the waves crashing on the shore is also obscured, as if it has some kind of indescribable meaning.

The purple water and the phantom butterfly fairy had already restrained their cultivation and concealed their true identities, and at this time they were also committed to a side hall.

At this point, they pressed their minds and listened quietly.

The purple water was in the Dihuang Treasure Mirror, and it was nodded by Leng Wushuang above his divine sense.

I was also enlightened by the insight above the Buddhist ritual here, and at this time, it was accompanied by the sound of Sanskrit singing, and it sounded melodiously again.

It seems that in his heart, he understands the understanding of what it means to cultivate the Tao and fortune.

It turns out that the path that this person has traveled, the things he has experienced, and even the progress of his cultivation are different depending on the circumstances.

But they can't get out of the realm outside of his own home after all. And the shallow understanding of this sentence is nothing more than that.

No matter how blessed Zishui's cultivation is, he has not experienced what happened to Leng Wushuang, and he can't easily surpass this person.

And that Leng Wushuang is also because of this, the cultivation insight he gets, that is, what kind of cultivation Zishui himself has, and he can't practice.

And the cultivators here, in order to compete to get to that level, the final realm of cultivation, have also exhausted their own scheming and means.

It's just for the sake of plundering each other and fighting each other.

But they also know that this practice that is not limited to the practice is actually to convey the wisdom and understanding of everyone's cultivation.

Take it in one place and share it without selfishness. And then at that time, all paths return to the stream, and cling to each other, that is the heavenly level of cultivation that is getting higher and higher.

So if Leng Wushuang hadn't gone through this, how could he have figured out what freedom would look like after Buddhism.

And if the purple water hadn't been dialed back by that cold Wushuang without reservation, how would he have known that the meaning of freedom actually contained these...

At this time, the purple water's thoughts were also dragged back into his body by the voice containing mysterious power, and so far it was also his divine consciousness that he could see clearly.

At this time, the little novice who was wearing a soapy yellow robe and practicing Mahayana Nirvana Buddhism was also wrapped in a cloud of spiritual energy.

Ying Ying's growth seems to be in the two sides of the Dharma, after the ups and downs of Sanskrit singing, in a moment it has grown into a pair, quite a tall monk...

But at this time, the phantom butterfly fairy was already there, and she found it between the Sanskrit sounds here, and her inner peace was calm, so as to breathe her injuries and recover very quickly.

But at this time, she also clearly felt that the purple water outside her body was even more above the feeling of the Buddha's mana.

Refining and sublimating his own mana, it seems to be rising steadily, oppressing his own aura and can no longer control it.

At this point, the pair of eyes are looking at this person, who is still closing his eyes, and his heart is not happy but worried...