017 Sea City Master

Luo Shang's face was different, and few people knew her name. She looked out and saw a gray shadow looming outside the backyard door, as if she knew each other and strange.

Let go of his hand, and the little monk quickly shrank his head and went out. Luo Shangshang hesitated for a moment and followed him. Outside the backyard, there stood two monks, one in a plain robe, about 50 years old, with big eyes, long eyebrows, round faces and a kind smile.

The other is Shami, who is about 20 years old, wearing a monk's hat on her head. She looks ordinary, but her appearance gives Luo Shang a sense of déjà vu.

When the old monk saw Luo Shangshang coming out, he said, "The old monk came to treat the injury for Si Nanshi."

"Avoid?" Luo Shangshang was shocked, but immediately looked at him and said, "Master Kongxiang has already flown to the Buddha world. How can you be him?"

The old monk smiled and said, "Master Sinan swallowed the blood red pill. Do you know who matched the blood red pill?"

Luo Shangshang naturally knew these allusions, but he did not answer. He said to himself: Only the three of them knew about the blood red pills, and the old monk didn't know where he came from.

When the old monk saw her like this, he said, "If the female donor refuses, I can naturally go back, but I just waste the good intentions of Lord Yang."

Luo Shangshang turned pale and said, "Where is he?" She knew who the old monk said about Yang Shizhu and felt very guilty about him.

The old monk said, "Master Yang has something to do, so he won't come over. The female donor can let the old monk in now?"

"That's bothering the master."

Luo Shangshang glanced out and didn't see Yang Zifan. She felt even more guilty. She glanced past Sha Mi and led the old monk into the backyard.

The rain was still falling. No one noticed that the sami beside the old monk did not follow up. Instead, he looked at the two people who went in, bowed their heads, walked out, and stood outside the gate of the Donglai Temple.

Only when Luo Shangshang's happy cry came from inside, a warm smile appeared on his cold face, exhaled and walked down the mountain.

There is another monk waiting for him at the foot of the mountain.

"Lord Yang, there is nothing to do with the empty elephant master."

Shami turned around and looked at the last glance. This temple, which was never seen for the first time, was green tiles and white walls, curling with smoke. Looking forward, the wind and rain were still the same, and the road was muddy. He laughed three times and said, "Brother Wuchen, let's go."

The two rose up in the air and disappeared into the rain.

At this time, the empty elephant master had just come out of the courtyard. Luo Shangshang was so happy and sent him off. Only then did he find that there was no sand around the empty elephant master. For a moment, he looked around blankly, only the rain was there.

The name Shami has returned to the empty city at this time. Under the night, he came out of the alias Xufan and went to the city of Emperor Chu with Wuchen.

Emperor Chu's city, the collapsed wall has been repaired. Before it was higher and before the new city, Wuchen fell five miles outside the city and took Yang Zifan to the city.

The gate was closed, and someone above the head of the city shouted, "Who is coming?"

Wuchen raised his voice and said, "Wuchen of Tianning Temple."

There was a burst of chaos above the city, mostly cursing words. Yang Zifan was a little surprised to hear it. The people of Emperor Chu City did not seem to pay attention to Tianning Temple.

At this time, a general from the head of the city shouted, "Monks of Tianning Temple, it's late tonight, and the gate is closed. Come back tomorrow if you have something to do."

Wuchen shouted, "Tonight, the little monk will take the order and talk clearly about what happened before May. If you wait until tomorrow, I'm afraid it will be late."

The man in the city said, "Your Tianning Temple is unreasonable first. Do you still want us to wait for you in Emperor Chu City?"

Wuchen said slowly, "Tonight is to explain that the general is still bothered to open the door at this time. If the little monk goes back empty-handed today, I'm afraid it's hard to say."

The man in the city was silent. After a while, the door creaked and cracked a gap, and a team of guards came out of the door one after another.

One of the guards ran out and looked at Wuchen, and then looked at Yang Zifan, who pretended to be Shami around him, and said, "Who is this man?"

Wuchen said, "It's just a sand in Tianning Temple."

Yang Zifan was overhanded by the void master with profound spells. The guard looked at it for a while and didn't notice anything: "Follow me." Wuchen and Yang Zifan followed the guards all the way in, and the gate closed.

The guard took the two of them to the foot of a red palace wall.

"Wait, you two. I have to go in and report it."

After saying that, walk to the door not far from the palace wall.

Yang Zifan was a little puzzled and asked in a low voice, "Brother Wuchen, isn't Master Haicheng a disciple of Tianning Temple?"

Wuchen whispered, "Of course, but he has already gone down the mountain and left Tianning Temple."

Yang Zifan nodded and still had some doubts in his heart. He wanted to ask again. The guard who had just left came out of the door and said to Wuchen, "Your Majesty's bedroom has been closed, so you can go to the Haicheng Mage Zen Academy tonight and talk about it tomorrow if you have something to do."

Wuchen nodded and said, "That's the only way." Then he followed the guard and went south.

After about half an hour, the candlelight began to appear in front of you. Not far away, an elegant Zen temple appeared in his eyes. The guard stopped and said, "This is the Zen room of the sea city mage. Don't walk around at night. You must have seen the guards you just met along the way. If you come out and were killed by mistake. There is no one to blame."

Wu Chen said together, "Amitabha, thank you for your reminder." After saying that, he took Yang Zifan to the door of the Zen temple and knocked gently, and the guard hurried back.

After the guard went far away, Wuchen suddenly stopped the movement of slamming the door and whispered, "Xu Fan, let's go first. I'm afraid Master Haicheng can't hear the sound outside during practice."

Yang Zifan's heart moved. Wuchen did not call his name directly and called his magic name. He was afraid that things would change, and his consciousness dispersed. Suddenly, he found that there were many pairs of eyes hidden around him and were staring at them. Because he was afraid of exposing his cultivation, he had been restraining his cultivation from entering the city of Emperor Chu. At this time, he was in Wuchen's Click to let go of the cultivation, and I was really scared.

So he quietly used the method of spreading the voice of Professor Cang Longzi in the purple garden fairyland that day and said to Wuchen, "I'm afraid there are no more than 50 people left and right."

Wuchen was slightly shocked. He felt some unusual atmosphere around him, but he didn't expect that there were so many people. As for Yang Zifan's method of sound transmission, he has never heard of.

Yang Zifan said again, "Someone came from the temple."

After the words fell, the door of the courtyard opened, and a little bald monk came out. When he saw Wuchen at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he said, "Brother Wuchen, please."

Stepping into the Zen courtyard, there is a courtyard with green bamboo and ** planted. There is a small pool of goldfish in the middle. Only lotus leaves float on the surface of the water, and the rain in the sky has not stopped.

An umbrella popped open.

A white monk under the umbrella walked down the eaves, with a handsome face, tall figure and bright eyes. He smiled at the rain at the corners of his mouth, with a evocative smell of dust removal.

Wuchen saluted hand and said, "Wuchen has seen Uncle Haicheng."

Yang Zifan was a little surprised and a little surprised to see the real master of Haicheng for the first time. I have never seen a monk so handsome and elegant.

The monk in white saw the two and said, "Brother Wuxiang is good."

Wuchen said, "Master is very good. It's a pity that he didn't see his uncle here five months ago."

The monk in white didn't seem to hear it. He stared at the two, and the raindrops fell into the pool. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, and the rain actually rained on Wuchen's body through Wuchen's body protection.

"You and I are vulgar, why are you forced to be superiors?"

Wu Chen was drenched through the rain, but he was not angry and said, "My uncle taught me that."

Yang Zifan secretly said that the monk in white wanted to get it.

"Papa." Another umbrella opened, brown, blocking Wuchen's head, and the rain splashed down. Wuchen took it. The monk in white stood by the pool, looked down at a pool of goldfish and said to himself, "Have you thought about how to go out when you came here today?"

Yang Zifan was shocked. Although the monk in white said this sentence to the goldfish in the water, he could hear the hidden meaning of this sentence.

Wuchen also noticed something wrong and quickly said, "Master asked the little monk to come tonight just for the matter before May."

The monk in white raised his head and smiled, "It's too late today."

Wuchen's expression changed slightly, and Yang Zifan felt that the breath around him began to be chaotic.

The monk in white took a step closer, turned his head and whispered a word in Yang Zifan's ear.

A sudden shout came from outside the house, "Dead monk, what did you say to him?"

Wuchen was shocked, looked sideways at the sound and said, "Who dares to talk to the mage of Haicheng so boldly?"

The man ignored Wuchen and said, "Kill them all and leave the monk in white alive."

With this sound, I don't know how many people gushed out from all directions, densely wrapped around several people like cotton cloth. The white monk looked up and shouted softly, "Let's go."

The paper umbrella in his hand flew up and hit the crowd. The shadow dispersed, and Yang Zifan was able to see clearly that it was not a human but a scorpion-shaped magic weapon he saw that day.

However, now he can't tolerate more. Yang Zifan pulled up Wuchen and said, "Escape quickly." The words of the monk in white just now are still in my ears.

"Where to escape."

The two bumped into the door and jumped up. There was a sound of thunder from the sky, and a huge black palm fell in the air. Yang Zifan shouted softly: "Break!"

The huge palm disintegrated, and the man was surprised. Yang Zifan pushed open Wuchen and said, "Master Haicheng said the word Jieyu. Go back quickly and tell Master Kongxiang."

Wuchen's head is still in a hazy state, and Yang Zifan said another word: "Move." Wuchen's figure disappeared and was removed by Yang Zifan with a broken secret.

At the same time, behind. A Buddha's name in the courtyard was so noisy that a large golden light burst out. The light swept around like a wave. The man in the sky was shocked and said, "It's terrible."