After the old mother of Lishan suppressed Bai Suzhen in the pagoda and imprisoned Xu Xian outside the pagoda, she looked at Zhu Ganglie with the little baby girl in her arms, revealing a trace of solemnity: "I can't see your heels clearly, are you the reincarnation of the ancient god or are you guarded by a strange treasure?"

Lishan's mother's words made Zhu Ganglie shocked, and he was secretly vigilant against Zhu Ganglie in his heart, this Lishan old mother almost broke his identity with a word, although he was not the reincarnation of the ancient gods, but his origin was also mysterious, and there was an innate spiritual treasure on his body.

Combined with some legends in his previous life, he also had some impressions of the old mother of Lishan, according to legend, this old mother of Lishan was an incarnation of the saint Nuwa, and it was even rumored that this was the saint himself, thinking of this, Zhu Ganglie was even more shocked.

"Don't worry so much, how can Lao Shu covet the treasures on your body, you are very qualified, if you can achieve the original god, the future will be smooth. ”

The old mother of Lishan smiled faintly, stretched out her hand to tease the baby girl in her arms, and said with a smile: "I will call you Pear Blossom in the future." ”

"Xu Xian will see you through thoroughly, and you can also help your wife to tear down the pagoda and come to Lishan to see me. ”

The old mother of Lishan said lightly, her figure slowly soared, her eyes fell lightly on Zhu Ganglie's body, she groaned slightly, and said: "If you become an immortal and come to Lishan, I will give you a chance." ”

Hearing Lishan's mother's words, Zhu Ganglie condensed slightly, bowed down and said, "Thank you, ancestor." ”

After the old mother of Lishan left, everyone was relieved, Zhu Ganglie looked at Xu Xian under the tower, and couldn't help sighing, he didn't expect fate to turn back, although the nature has changed, but the result has not changed in the slightest.

"Thank you Dr. Zhu for your kindness, Xu Xianruo can finish the demon in his heart. He will take his wife to see Dr. Zhu. ”

Hearing Xu Xian's words, Zhu Ganglie clenched his fists and bowed his hand, and he was not ready to stay here to waste time, he looked at Zen Master Zhisheng and said: "Zen Master, I will enter the world now, and I will ask my predecessors to support me." ”

"Xiaoyou can rest assured that the poor monk will definitely live up to the trust of Xiaoyou. ”

After receiving the promise of the Zen Master of Wisdom, Zhu Ganglie nodded, and immediately blocked his mana and memory, and his body flickered. Lost in the remote place of the Tang Dynasty in Middle-earth.

Three years later, in a dilapidated mountain village, a young man named Feng Zuo went to Chang'an with a book frame on his back because of the death of his parents, preparing to enter Beijing to take the exam, get famous, and fulfill the last wish of his deceased parents.

The young man was weak, but his face was elegant and his eyes were firm. Through the spiritual light, at first glance, it is a kind of scholar who has the spirit of poetry and books in his belly, and when the night falls, this scholar enters a temple to stay. Prepare to leave tomorrow.

"Boy, you don't want to die, dare to lie in this Lanruo Temple. ”

Just when Feng Zuo slept until midnight, an angry roar came from a distance. woke Feng Zuo up and rubbed his eyes, Feng Zuo was shocked. The once prosperous temple turned out to be a dilapidated temple, extremely desolate, full of foxes and rats scurrying around.

In front of him was a Taoist priest with a rough complexion, a big beard, a brown robe, and a long sword on his back.

"Who are you?"

Feng Zuo shouted, his face revealing a hint of panic.

"My name is Yan Chixia, I am a Taoist, why are you a scholar lying here alone, don't you know that there are monsters in Lanruo Temple?"

Yan Chixia glared at her, scaring Feng Zuo again.

"Hey, why do you kid give me a sense of familiarity? A sense of déjà vu, what are you called, scholar?"

Yan Chixia looked at Feng Zuo and asked, after these hundreds of years, Yan Chixia's Nine Flame Dragon Sword has reached its full completion, cultivated to the realm of heaven and earth, and now travels around, hoping to prove the Yuan Shen as soon as possible, enter the gate of immortality, and lay the immortal Dao fruit.

However, looking at Feng Zuo, Yan Chixia couldn't help but think of the yin difference she encountered hundreds of years ago, especially the talisman that Yin gave to her, which actually had signs of consistency with the aura on the scholar in front of her, which made Yan Chixia can't help but ask.

"My name is Feng Zuo. ”

Feng Zuo immediately picked up the book frame, and said with a slightly panicked expression, after all, the Taoist who suddenly appeared in front of him and the Buddhist temple that had become a pile of broken temples were all weird, not understandable to him as a scholar, fortunately, Feng Zuo was not the kind of person who died to read, and he had also read some legends of gods and demons, especially some mysterious books that circulated in Hangzhou Mansion of the Tang Dynasty, and he had read them many times.

"Feng Zuo?"

Yan Chixia looked at it slightly, there was a hint of caution in her eyes, but after a while, it became suddenly changed, and the long sword behind her flew out, turning into a huge fire dragon and groaning, rushing towards a dark place in the distance.

After the dragon's groan, a huge dryad was directly shattered, leaving a pile of ashes behind.

"I don't know what treasures are in these Buddhist temples in Ludao, which has caused countless demons to entrench here, making this good Buddhist ancient temple become a place where demons are rampant today. ”

Yan Chixia withdrew her sword, looked at the ruins around her, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hero, I'll follow you. ”

Feng Zuo looked around, couldn't help but worry in his heart, and immediately followed behind Yan Chixia.

"You kid is clever!"

Yan Chixia smiled, and had a good impression of Feng Zuo, after all, this Feng Zuo is not the kind of rotten Confucian who reads dead books and reads dead books.

And this Feng Zuo is Zhu Ganglie's true body that blocked memory and mana, although he was sealed with memory and mana, but the innate spirituality made Yan Chixia pay attention, and it was with this spirituality that Zhu Ganglie became a great Confucian who read poetry and books in just a few years after blocking memory and mana.

"We can't leave tonight, so we'll stay here for the night, and we'll be walking tomorrow morning. ”

Yan Chixia glanced around, said with a slightly solemn face, and the long sword behind her turned into nine long swords of several zhang with a sonorous sound, surrounding the left and right.

"Scholar, I have fought with a big demon today, I need to recuperate, there is my Nine Dragons Flame Sword guarding here, as long as you don't get out of here, you will be fine, and you can't wake me up tonight, so as not to disturb my recovery." ”

Yan Chixia said to Zhu Ganglie, and then crossed her knees, at this time, Feng Zuo also saw that there was a huge piece of black qi wriggling under Yan Chixia's brown robe, which was terrifying and terrifying.

Feng Zuo didn't dare to be careless at this time, following Yan Chixia's example, he knelt cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, and recited Confucian classics in his mouth to calm a trace of fear in his heart.

It was only in the middle of the night that a faint female voice entered Feng Zuo's ears. (To be continued......)