Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

The functioning of the world is usually not determined by one person.

Just like now, Li Tong thinks that his family is somewhat famous in this ancient land.

It is estimated that it will have such a small impact on the upcoming catastrophe of becoming a god.

But now it seems that he still overestimated himself a little.

The established calculation will still be realized, and the damned people will still die.

It's just that in the subsequent steps, there may be some unexpected mistakes.

This just led to Nezha not standing in the golden light cave of Qianyuan Mountain.

Looking at the pool of water, waiting for Taiyi Master to use ordinary lotus roots to shape his body.

Although the soul has gained support, it has completely blocked the path to enlightenment in the future.

With such a master, Li Tong didn't know how to rely on him for a while.

Good or bad?

Come to think of it, Nezha must have had an idea in his heart at this time that is not common to outsiders.

That, however, has nothing to do with him.

However, seeing the joy of this little life, I felt a little sympathetic to his plight.

Therefore, the thought came up in Li Tong's mind, and he just spoke out, thinking of doing a small favor.

Lotus root is the incarnation of the lotus root, it seems like no one has it.

There is no need to ask Master Taiyi.

In order to avoid the tragic end of a family of five and four of them being on the list of gods.

Leading the way, the two people, who were a little confused and confused, were brought all the way to the backyard of the inn.

Let Kong Xuan and Nezha wait for a while.

Li Tong lifted the hem of his clothes and slowly squatted down by the pool.

Use your fingers to form a seal, and gently tap a few times on the lotus that is as white as if there is no trace of dust.

He said in a tone that sounded a bit like urging rent:

"Fellow Taoists have been coming to my backyard for some time, but I have never chased them away or spoken harshly to them."

"On the contrary, I will take more care of you."

Touching the lotus with your fingers, gently shaking it, causing little ripples in the water.

"One of my descendants suffered a disaster and lost his body, so I would like to borrow some lotus roots from you."

"Look at this..."

Li Tong rubbed his hands and looked at the lotus pond with a smile on his face, hiding most of the existence of caring for the green lotus seeds, only revealing the twelfth-grade pure white lotus that was the incarnation of a lotus.

Behind him, Kong Xuan frowned.

While searching with my spiritual mind, I realized that the thing in front of me was just an ordinary lotus.

It may be called a magical medicine, but it is obviously not enough to recreate the physical body!

This fellow Daoist Li, what else can he do to sell it?

Nezha, on the other hand, looked around the small courtyard with curiosity in his eyes.

As he glanced around, he met the eyes of the three demons peeking behind him, and was about to stare back with his eyes wide open.

Suddenly, an extremely peaceful and gentle wave came from the pool.

Or to be more precise, it was flowing on the lotus in the pool.

His wide-open eyes had no time to close, and he stared blankly.

It seemed that for a moment I couldn't imagine how this seemingly ordinary thing could suddenly change.

Kong Xuan's eyes suddenly changed, and his eyes were gleaming. Inadvertently, the energy in his body was flowing, and a five-color halo was revealed.

However, I sensed some danger.

Ordinary people can only detect the energy that dispels darkness and makes people peaceful and peaceful from the magical lotus in front of them, but he experiences another feeling from it.

That is, the great terror that will purify everything in the world!

This thing is dangerous and even more extraordinary.

Just when he was about to remind Li Tong to be careful in contact and not to be fooled by his appearance.

Just listening, Li Tong seemed to be talking to the thing in front of him again.

"What, only two sessions?"

I saw him shaking his head, bargaining like a hawker in a busy city:

"No, no, think about it, fellow Taoist. Human beings are divided into four limbs, a head, and a main body. So why can't I be given six sections?"

"Fellow Taoist is a bit stingy."

Li Tong waved his hand, as if he was not afraid of the innate spiritual creature that revealed its miraculous power. It was already its true form, revealing the true form of the twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus.

The lotus flowers swayed, and divine light fell down.

As if he could not help but fall into the pool of water, wrapping up the small green copper block.

Li Tong glanced slightly and naturally saw its movements.

There was a smile on his lips, but he remained calm.

Although I don't know what the purpose of this twelfth-grade pure world white lotus is so tightly attached to a lotus seed after the death of the giant green lotus, it is obviously as long as it is unwilling to give up this thing and leave.

Then this bit of blood must be shed today.

Sure enough, after a while, it became extremely huge, and the lotus flower almost completely occupied this small pool of water. It trembled for a while.

It was as if he was angry but had to endure it, which made Li Tong smile even more.

Plop!

The water splashed up, and several sections of lotus roots, which were as white and dust-free as white jade, flew out from under the pool.

It landed on the ground and splashed Li Tong's face with water droplets.

When he came back to his senses and looked again, the white lotus had disappeared without knowing when.

Even the lotus that originally grew out of the water has disappeared.

"Quite a stingy one!"

After muttering, Li Tong stood up, patted his clothes and said with a smile:

"I made you two laugh. This fellow Taoist Bai Lian is very shy and doesn't want to meet strangers, but he is also kind-hearted."

"Look, don't you already have this temporarily usable body?"

Saying this, he touched the lotus root on the ground with his finger.

Smiling, he looked at Kong Xuan, who had a thoughtful look on his face, as if he had countless questions that he wanted to ask but was unable to speak.

He said: "Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan, the next words will depend on you."

After saying that, he stepped forward and sat in the pavilion.

I started boiling water to make tea, as if I had done what I could do, and now it's up to you to see if it's your business or not.

"call......"

Take a breath and suppress the surprise in your heart.

It was extremely difficult for Kong Xuan to imagine that countless Huiyuan were missing from the Five-Colored Lotus Platform, and countless great powers had not been able to calculate the traces of the Pure World White Lotus.

It actually appeared here!

Appeared in the Storyteller Inn with an unknown identity, seemingly a visitor from a foreign land.

If this kind of news spreads, I'm afraid it will cause so much trouble!

But Li Tong was kind to him, but he would never tell her about it no matter what.

And Nezha...

"But he has the heart of a child. I'm afraid he will have to be warned later."

Thoughts were running through his mind, and Kong Xuan stopped thinking too much.

With his mind clear, he slowly looked at the segments of lotus roots piled on the ground.

As a spiritual creature derived from the twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus, it is more than enough to transform into a body.

It's even a bit wasteful.

But in the hands of Kong Xuan, there is no waste.

Five-color divine light turned into fireworks, wrapping those white jade-like lotus roots.

Gradually light smoke rises and the jade paste condenses.

Nezha squatted quietly beside him, looking at Kong Xuan Shiwei with great curiosity.

A strange feeling arose in my heart: "Is this my future body?"

"Why do I always have a weird feeling..."

Whisper quietly.

...

Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave.

Yang Jian, who finally finished his morning practice, walked quite tiredly through the jungle path at the foot of the mountain.

Visit the mountains and forests and relax your mind.

Looking at the amazing and beautiful scenery in the mountains, his thoughts were already flying into the distance without realizing it.

He flew to that distant place and landed in the place where he grew up, Yangjia Village at the mouth of the Guanjiang River.

"Sigh, I wonder what happened to my mother and father at this time?"

"Then the Great Heavenly Lord, I don't know if he continues to seek trouble?"

"In the inn, is the storyteller still continuing to tell stories? Where does the story end?"

Yang Jian, who lives in the blessed land of cave heaven and can only immerse himself in hard cultivation, knows nothing about this.

But soon his thoughts came back, and a look of hope appeared on his face.

"My little sister said that she saw someone selling the Storyteller's Recording Stone in the town at the foot of the mountain yesterday, but it was a pity that she went there a little late and never bought it."

"I went down the mountain early today, and I didn't know..."

While I was thinking about it, I heard a sound of running in the forest from a distance.

"It's my little sister!"

Yang Jian's eyes suddenly lit up and he stood up.

Although he only followed Master Yuding to practice in Jinxia Mountain for a short period of time, he already had outstanding talents.

Coupled with the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques that are incomparably compatible with him, the speed of his practice is thousands of miles per day.

At a speed that is unimaginable for ordinary qi refiners, he is improving like flying. At this time, he has already achieved the Taoist practice of refining the spirit and returning to the void.

In this regard, he was distracted by studying the holy body practice and wasted some time.

Therefore, his escape speed was extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, he landed in front of the extremely cheerful girl.

"Second brother!"

Yang Chan was not surprised when she saw the visitor, with an extremely happy smile on her face.

He spread his palms forward and said with a smile: "Look what this is!"

"Image stone, little sister, you bought it."

"of course."

Yang Chan said with a little pride, "But it took me a lot of effort to get that annoying vendor to give me this image stone."

"Okay, I know that little sister, you are the most powerful."

Rarely, a smile that could not be concealed appeared on Yang Jian's stern face, and he praised.

Then, he was not prepared to return to his home in Jinxia Cave.

He gently pressed Yang Chan's shoulder, and suddenly he flew to the top of a hill.

After finding a clean big stone and sitting down, the brother and sister couldn't wait to open the photo stone.

The familiar voice came again, and the light curtain unfolded in front of me.

"Second brother, look, those are mother and father. They are fine."

Yang Chan looked at the figure that flashed past in the face change with great joy, and said to Yang Jian.

Then he said a little strangely: "Why don't you see big brother?"

"Maybe he is busy with something."

At this time, seeing that his parents were fine, Yang Jian's worries finally subsided.

Calm your mind and listen to the words of the story told inside.

For a moment, the brother and sister were immersed in it, unaware of changes in the outside world.

After a long time.

"call......"

The two of them exhaled together and closed the shadow stones in their hands.

Yang Chan couldn't hide the smile on her face and said: "Mr. Li is still like that. He always likes to end at the most critical moment. It's true!"

"If you do this kind of thing too much, you will definitely be hated by others."

She pointed her finger and said this.

Yang Jian, on the other hand, looked far away and murmured:

"After the sea of ​​suffering, is there a spring of life..."

Then a flash of light flashed in his eyes: "On the contrary, there is not much difference in the content of the scripture that the teacher gave me."

"However, there are still some discrepancies."

He was thinking about it, how did Master Yuding get this skill? Did he get it from Li Tong specially for him, or...

Then Yang Chan suddenly stood up, pointed at something under the mountain, and called him loudly.

"Second brother, look!"

Yang Jian came back to his senses and stared in the direction she pointed.

Just below the cliff, in a small shelter made of raised stone walls, there was a black dog curled up!

A black dog with dull fur, extremely thin, and looked like it had been abandoned.

Yang Jian looked calm and said calmly: "Maybe he was from a nearby village and abandoned him here."

"I was born weak and unlovable, and I ended up like this for some reason."

"Let's go, the time has come, the teacher should be waiting for us."

After saying this, he prepared to return to the mountain.

Turning around, he met Yang Chan's tearful eyes full of pleading.

"Second brother, let's rescue it, shall we?"

He wanted to refuse flatly, but for some reason, Yang Jian's heart suddenly softened, his expression relaxed, and he nodded slowly.

When Yang Chan saw this, she immediately lost her consciousness and shed tears, and ran towards the black dog with great joy.

Standing on the top of the mountain, the breeze blew slowly, blowing Yang Jian's clothes.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered the dog in the inn.

A thought occurred to me:

"When the Great Emperor Wushi adopted that stray black dog, was it the same as today?"

With dark eyes, he looked at Yang Chan who carefully picked up the black dog.

Silent and speechless.

...

Above the vast waves, a three-colored Luan bird was flying away from the light, and it was mixed with an auspicious cloud.

These four people were the Sanxiao sisters who came out of the inn and returned all the way, and Taoist Duobao.

When approaching Biyou Palace, Sanxiao and Duobao said goodbye and made an appointment to go together tomorrow, then went straight back to their Sanxian Island.

After parting ways with Sanxiao, Taoist Duobao kept thinking about the exotic mysteries revealed in the story told by the storyteller.

While thinking about the plant that had been placed in a small flower pot next to the storyteller since the beginning, it looked like an ordinary weed on the roadside.

I thought about my teacher's ardent expectations for me in the past, and my disappointment when I saw that I had no intention of inheriting his legacy.

Taoist Duobao couldn't help but have a thought in his mind, and he felt inexplicably relaxed.

I have no intention of surpassing my teacher's swordsmanship, and I can't bear to let him down.

If this is the case, then I should be able to find a disciple for the teacher who is good enough and can take such a path!

Thinking like this, he quickly walked into Biyou Palace and entered the main hall where Taoist Tongtian practiced.

Before I could get inside, I heard a loud voice:

"My disciple Duobao, why are you in such a hurry?"

Hearing this, Taoist Master Duobao smiled on his face and said slowly: "Teacher, I just want to think about my junior brother who has not yet passed the school. I think he should have a name in the future."

"Junior brother?"

There was a hint of doubt in Taoist Tongtian's words: "I never said that I would accept another disciple."

"It's enough for me to worry about those of you who are careless."

"My disciple is unfilial and makes the teacher worried."

Duobao bowed: "But, today I saw one... one... in the Storyteller's Inn!"

"A man with extraordinary feet and far more talent than his disciples..."