At the same time.
Extraterritorial.
Tiannan Realm, within the Seven Emotions Sect.
In a quiet and elegant stone room, a man and a woman were sitting opposite each other, chatting continuously.
A middle-aged man.
He has an elegant appearance, a graceful demeanor, a gentle temperament, and a doting look in his eyes.
The woman is eighteen or nineteen years old.
In terms of appearance alone, she is only half a point inferior to Feng Xi and Mo Chenyin. Especially her eyes are like clear springs, without any impurities and pure to the extreme. No one who sees her eyes can be deceived at all.
Come on his mind.
Sudden.
The man paused and glanced into the distance.
"Master."
The woman spoke slowly, her voice was like the tinkling of spring water, clear and moving, "What's wrong?"
"nothing."
The man withdrew his gaze and gave her a loving look.
"Some minor accidents happened, don't worry, don't be distracted, and stabilize your practice."
"Yes, Master."
The woman's eyes trembled slightly for a moment, and she nodded obediently.
The man seemed not to notice, his expression remained gentle, but a strange color flashed deep in his eyes.
More than half a month ago.
A piece of his soul was chopped off.
Just now, Zhong Yu touched the backhand restriction he left behind.
Who is it?
After taking a look at the woman who was immersed in meditation, he suppressed the urge to go and inquire about it in person.
The price is too high.
And...the immediate thing is the most important thing.
…
Eastern Wasteland.
"Ancient Cang Realm?"
Gu Han frowned slightly, "Taihao... what does this have to do with Ling Ya?"
immediately.
He stopped thinking about it.
If you ask Xiao Yang about matters involving the Ancient Cang Realm, you will naturally know everything.
"Grandmaster."
He bowed respectfully.
"Thank you for your help, Master. I'm so grateful, junior..."
Thank you for this.
Of course it is sincere.
"donor."
The old monk clasped his hands together.
"The Bodhisattva, did it help you?"
"Without it, I would lose the most precious thing."
"It seems."
The old monk smiled.
"This thing is indeed destined to the donor, and the donor is also destined to my Buddha."
Who did Bodhizi help?
How was the process?
He doesn't care, he only cares about the results. Being able to help people is the best result.
"well."
immediately.
He sighed again.
"old
I haven’t cultivated my mind enough, and today I thought of anger, ignorance, and lies. It’s a sin, a sin…”
"Grandmaster."
Gu Han was a little curious.
"Were you planning to convert him?"
"good."
"Then why just..."
"It will take a thousand years to transform that benefactor..."
Gu Han suddenly realized.
This means... that it is a waste of time to cross Hua Zhongyu?
"Grandmaster."
After thinking for a while, he asked again, "I feel like he can't beat you..."
"Eh!"
The old monk looked solemn.
"Donor, please don't lie! I am a monk and cannot kill!"
Gu Han was stunned for a moment.
This means... you can't kill, so you handed him over to me?
The master is also a temperamental person!
He was very doubtful.
If the old monk hadn't converted to Buddhism, he would definitely be a forthright person who was happy to take revenge!
"I understand."
He was a little helpless.
"Did you just say that on purpose?"
"donor."
The old monk said seriously, "It's not what I said. This person really has no connection with our Buddha. If the Buddha doesn't save him, there is nothing I can do. Alas... It's a sin, it's a sin..."
Gu Han's mouth twitched.
Whether it's fate or not, isn't it up to you to decide?
After all, Buddha belongs to your family!
Master, you...
To be continued...