The Monk

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In order to avoid being discovered, although I don’t know what is on this planet, just to be on the safe side, I used the heart of God to form a black shield to cover the bones of my life.

This place is 10,000 meters deep and light cannot enter. It is pitch black everywhere. It is most appropriate to seal this place with a black shield. Therefore, Zhang Ai is hiding under the sea 10,000 meters away and slowly absorbs the invisible power mixed in the sea water.

Because there is no need to fly anymore, there is no need to worry about other things, and you can concentrate on your cultivation. Also, because these powers have been offset and dissipated by more than 30%, the remaining powers have become much more stable, which brings convenience to your cultivation. Therefore, just one year later, Zhang Wen will put these All the power is absorbed into the soul

In his Yuan Shen, there are ice crystals and divine tears. If it weren't for the difficulty of absorbing the power in the Yuan Shen's body, Zhang Wu would have already mastered these powers and left here calmly.

But it’s not too late to leave now. After getting hold of those powers, I took back my natal bones and the heart of God. My soul rose up and appeared on the sea surface not long after.

The sea surface was as calm as a mirror, and the sky was filled with white clouds and warm sunshine. It was a beautiful sight. Zhang Ai looked at it for a while, and thought it was pretty good, and it looked pretty, so he flew towards the land.

This is an ordinary planet. There are no cultivators in the true sense. There are only ghosts, gods and demons. For example, ghosts and other invisible creatures will soon reach the land and wander around, planning to find a body to live in. If there is no body, no matter what Everything is inconvenient

He set his target on the cemetery, looking for the dead person. He only visited several cemeteries in a row, and did not find a suitable corpse. Generally speaking, his requirements were not too high. There were only two points, one was a young man, and the other was that he could not It’s too ugly, but it’s such a simple condition, and I can’t find a suitable body.

Time flies by, and day turns to night. Zhang Wei looks at the sky and smiles to himself. Night is the world of ghosts. It seems like he is like this now.

After it gets dark, the cemetery becomes spooky and scary. Sometimes it is accompanied by a few weird bird calls or ghost fires, which makes it look scary. Of course, I don't care about these, just walk through each cemetery.

This is the seventeenth cemetery he has seen. He has seen countless corpses and searched for them all but was not satisfied. After seeing this cemetery, he randomly picked a place to sit down and pondered, and gave a wry smile. He already looked like this. You look good, why are you picking and choosing? The reason why he couldn't find a suitable body was because he was too picky and didn't want such a body to represent him. But in this big world, where could he find a body that looked like his?

After thinking about the reason, he hesitated for a moment, then chose a grave and got into it. After a while, a pale young scholar emerged from the grave. He was thin and walked towards the city not far away.

When the city gate was closed at night, Zhang Wen walked under the city gate and looked around. He didn't find anyone, so he used magic to enter the city and chose an inn with lights on. Just as he was about to enter the house, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. His clothes were very It was weird and not something that ordinary people should wear. He smiled helplessly and went out of the city again to return the clothes to the grave. Then he flew to the river and washed them carefully from head to toe before returning to the city.

Now that he has a body, his natal bones transformed into an ordinary robe to cover his body, making the little scholar look very neat and tidy at this time.

Zhang Ping originally wanted to fly away from this planet and find a way to regain his body, but for the past few years, he had been alone, looking at the dark starry sky all day long. It was really boring, so he wanted to take a rest first. Today, I was wandering around and relaxing in the world, so I went back to the inn and found a place to rest first.

Several streets in the city are brightly lit, especially restaurants and brothels. There are many people coming and going. Even the lobby of the inn where Zhang Wen is staying is filled with more than a dozen tables of customers eating and chatting.

Looking at the familiar scene, Zhang Wen smiled secretly. He didn't know how long it had been since it was so lively. He scanned the store with his spiritual mind and knew that the money on this planet was still mainly gold and silver, so he chose an empty table to sit down and ordered some. Wine and food, listening to the customers talking in the store

After sitting like this for half an hour, Zhang Aing wanted to go back to his room to rest. As soon as he got up, he saw a fortune teller coming in outside the inn. Zhang Aing smiled secretly. It seems that the world we live in is not much different. There are also fortune tellers here.

He wanted to leave, but he didn't expect the fortune teller to walk straight towards him. When he got in front of him, he looked carefully, looked again and again, shook his head or nodded, and muttered something silently.

Zhang Ai asked curiously: "Sir, what are you doing?" He just listened to the conversation and knew that they were talking about the same language, which saved him the trouble of learning the language.

Hearing his question, the fortune teller frowned and whispered: "It shouldn't be."

"What shouldn't it be?" Zhang Ain answered and asked. At this time, a guest next to him said: "Mr. Divine Fortune Teller, please sit down quickly. Sit here." From this word, it was known that the fortune teller was doing well in this place.

The fortune teller ignored the man's words and stretched out his right hand, wanting to touch Zhang Fei's wrist. Zhang Fei quickly backed away and asked, "What do you want to do, sir?" The fortune teller thought for a moment and said softly, "You shouldn't be this person. "

Hearing this, Zhang was a little surprised. Was this guy deceived or did he really figure it out? How does he know I'm not this person? Then he smiled and said, "Who am I not?"

While Zhang Wen was talking, the fortune teller kept staring at his eyes. He stared at him for a long time, pondered for a while, and sighed: "I'm not good at studying. Alas, I'm not good at studying." As he spoke, he turned and walked out of the house.

In this city, the fortune teller is indeed very famous. As he walked out, the innkeeper hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile: "It's rare for me to come to the inn once, and I would like to ask you to show your respect to me. How about a simple meal? Come on, I'll treat you here." "

He wanted to invite the fortune teller to dinner, but the fortune teller smiled and replied: "You're too polite. I won't eat anymore. I've taken it from my heart." He said to the shopkeeper, but he was still thinking about what Zhang was afraid of.

As the fortune teller walked out, Zhang Wen looked at him and felt that this man was very Taoist and fairy-like. It seemed that he was really like that, so he said, "Sir, if you have time, you might as well come and sit here and chat while we drink." Not happy?"

What he was thinking was that if this fortune teller was really effective, he would ask when he could see Song Yunyi's five daughters.

Hearing him speak, the fortune teller stopped, looked at the innkeeper, then turned to look at Zhang Awei, and responded with a smile: "That's fine, I happen to be thirsty, so I'll ask you for a glass of wine." The boss answered from the side. He said: "Don't disturb the guests. Sir, just eat. It will be all on me." The fortune teller smiled and thanked him, walked to sit across from Zhang Wen, took the wine glass, filled it with wine, and held it in his hand. Shaking gently, he asked, "Sir, do you have anything to ask me?"

Zhang Ain smiled and said: "Sir, you are a great talent. I do have something to ask you." The fortune teller drank the wine in his glass and said with a smile: "He is just a fortune teller. There is no need to call me sir. My surname is Long. Xinger, please call me Just Long Er”

Zhang Ping said: "How dare you be so rude and call Mr. Long?" The fortune teller Long Er said: "It's up to you." Then he said: "You have something to ask me. In fact, I have something to ask you. I don't know if it is convenient for you to answer?" "

Before asking the question, he first asked if he could answer it. From then on, he knew that the fortune teller was definitely not asking a simple question. Zhang Ping said: "If Mr. Long can help me clear up my doubts, what if I just answer your question?"

Long Er smiled and said: "As you said, you ask questions first."

Zhang Awei nodded, glanced around, first raised his glass to toast, and then said: "Let's have a drink first, and we'll talk about it later if you have anything to say." This meant that there were so many people here, it was inconvenient. Long Er said with a smile, "Okay, raise your glass and drink together."

In this city, the name of Shensuan Long Er is very famous. From the moment he entered the inn, there were countless eyes chasing him around. The originally noisy lobby was now much quieter, everyone was waiting to hear what he had to say.

The two drank for a while, and Zhang Ping said, "I'm staying here. I dare you to ask Mr. Long to go upstairs and talk."

Upstairs was the guest room. Long Er nodded and said, "That's what I meant." There was something that confused him and he really wanted to find out what it was. Even if Zhang was afraid of not mentioning it, he would take the initiative to bring it up.

So, Zhang Wen asked the innkeeper to prepare two pots of tea, fruits and other things, and sent them to the guest room upstairs until everything was ready. Zhang Wen and the fortune teller went into the room and sat across from each other. Only then did they ask the questions in their minds.

Zhang Ai asked first: "Just now downstairs, Mr. Long said it shouldn't be, saying that I shouldn't be this person. Please explain to me, what is it that shouldn't be done? Who should I not be?"

There was no one in the room at this time, the door was closed, and it was time to talk in detail. Long Er replied: "I'm sorry to speak bluntly, but please forgive me for my rashness." Zhang Ping said: "We are just talking. If you have any objections, sir, just say it." "Long Er nodded and said: "In that case, I will speak frankly." After saying this, he turned to look at the closed door and the window not far away. Finally, he took a closer look at Zhang Awei's face, and then spoke softly. Said: "Mr. has a strange appearance and heroic appearance. He should be a man of great talents. There is only one thing. His body is full of death, and his face is full of death. It is said that people who have been dead for a long time have such looks. But Mr. actions His speech is completely normal, and there is a hint of Ling Yun's ambition on his head, so I said it shouldn't be. One shouldn't mean that this face and this death aura should be a dead person, and he shouldn't be alive. The other shouldn't be talking about how the death aura can be compared with Ling Yun's. Like two people hiding in the same body? No matter which of the above two statements, this death energy should not belong to Mr., so you should not be this person."

Having said this, Long Er stood up and clasped his fists and said: "Sir, please forgive me for cursing you like this. It's just that these words are stuck in my heart and I don't want to say them out. It's because I really don't understand that I said them. Sir, please don't be angry. If you don't If you are happy, just punch me a few times to vent your anger."

Zhang Ai was a little surprised in his heart. He had the body of a god. Well, once his body was gone, he was just a god. He came here to borrow a corpse for use, but an ordinary fortune teller saw the clues. This man was really Judging from this situation, some people may be able to calculate when they will see Song Yunyi. The five girls couldn't tell yet. They immediately stood up and said: "Mr. Long, please sit down. There is no need to apologize all the time. It's just a talk. There is nothing wrong with it." ? "To be continued)

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