The word "中文" has the saying that "round means the rules, square means the rules", and also means the inner spiritual world.
Suowonda was confused by the word "中". When he looked again, there was no trace of Zhu Tong in the Lingzhuan, only a point of darkness shot towards the Linglong Pearl.
The speed blocker had no time to dodge, and the blackness collided with the Linglong Pearl. With a crisp sound, Suowonda's spiritual transmission disappeared.
Could he be invisible? The Linglong Pearl was broken, and the living Buddha felt an unknown fire in his heart. He glanced around, under the yew trees, the wind and snow were moving, and the halo of the red lantern was swaying. There was really no shadow of Zhu Tong.
After all, Suowengda was a living Buddha with advanced cultivation. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. He understood that once Zhu Tong saw through the secret of spiritual transformation, he would have no choice but to use his own cultivation to deal with him.
"Om, Mani, Padme, Hum! Now."
Suowonda jumped up on the spot and silently struck the redwood branches with his huge palm.
Zhu Tong was hiding there to recuperate, and it was not easy for him to escape from Lingzhuan. Although the word "中" could make him invisible in front of Suowonda, it was just a temporary illusion. It took all his strength to break the Linglong Pearl.
I had no choice but to jump on the yew tree and adjust my breath, hoping to recover 30% of my cultivation level as soon as possible.
However, the giant handprint is no joke. The living Buddha has already discovered his hiding place. Zhu Tong has no way to dodge, so he stands up to greet him.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Suowanda clutched his wrist and fell under the yew tree. Zhu Tong was knocked out, passed through several large trees, and crashed heavily into a snow nest at the foot of the mountain.
This time there was nothing fancy, the competition was about the most solid basic cultivation; Suowanda felt that he had not taken any advantage. The powerful counterattack force in Zhu Tong's body made him dizzy, and his strength was hidden
Thirteen strands of needle-like force from Han counterattacked along with the living Buddha's big handprint, causing Suowonda's body to become a mess; he had never seen such weird and powerful body-protecting Qi.
The fire in the living Buddha's heart was gone. He felt the thirteen stabs in his body and did not resist. After they subsided on their own, he stepped closer to the snow nest.
"Living Buddha, you lose."
Zhu Tong got out of the snow nest and tidied up his body in a state of embarrassment.
"I lost, but please wish the leader success and give me another slap."
Suowanda looked at Zhu Tong's chest, where there was a palm print.
"That's a beautiful idea. Do you really want to kill me?" The little liar waved his hand and refused. The only thing about his body that could stand up to Suowonda was the area on his chest that was protected by the Phoenix mask.
"If the living Buddha really wants to compete again, that's fine. You slap me and I stab you. You are not allowed to dodge." Zhu Tong straightened his chest and turned the Phoenix Star Hair in his hand. Where is the Dragon Star Hair? Zhu Tong temporarily
Not sure.
Suowonda hesitated, what difference is there between fighting with two stupid boys like this? Looking at the black needle in Zhu Tong's hand... Well, this deal is not worthwhile. Who knows what the mysterious Zhu Men will do with the black needle.
Tricks?
"Then forget it. Saving people is more important. I'm going to treat the eldest sister of the Liu family."
Suowunda refused and wished Tongcai could breathe easier; now he is just a piece of water, only a bluff; even if the living Buddha agrees to compete, the little liar no longer has the energy to move the black needle.
"Trick me one more time, Living Buddha. I don't want much, just answer my three questions." Immediately, the little liar remembered that he had suffered a loss.
"You just ask. If I can answer, I won't hide it. If I can't answer, I won't tell you at all." Sowonda's answer was not at a disadvantage.
What Zhu Tong wanted to know most was about the Bamboo Taoist priest. Hearing Suowonda say this, he didn't care: "First question, where is the Bamboo Taoist priest now?"
Suowonda thought for a moment and pointed to the sky: "He is there."
"Who was with Taoist Bamboo at that time?"
"I am here, Miss Liu is here, Taoist Zhu passed the position of Dao Zong to Zhenren Yu Xuan, and the witness is Elder Huo of Dao Zong." Suowonda spoke very slowly, and Zhu Tong listened very carefully. Compared with what he said just now in Ling
What I experienced when I turned inside was actually exactly the same!
In this way, the last moment should not be an illusion? Where is that place? What tricks are the old liar and Mei Ye doing? Who is that woman? Who is the child?
"Last question, why did the living Buddha come to me?" Zhu Tong couldn't understand, so he managed to calm down and asked the last question.
"Before leaving, Taoist Bamboo said two words in my ear. One of them was: Taoist priests owe their liberation to Zhumen. He wrote a word on the palm of my hand."
"What word?"
"This is already the fourth question, but I still answer you; the bamboo Taoist priest wrote this word in front of my eyes." Suowonda said, drawing a big word "qi" in the air, which was what Zhu Tong was doing.
The magic word that the bamboo Taoist wrote down when he was healing his wounds.
"Can you teach me how to write this word?"
"No, unless..." Zhu Tong put on airs, but thought in his heart: It turns out that everything just now was not an illusion. The child the old liar was holding was...
"Unless what?" The living Buddha's eyes flashed with eagerness.
"Unless you are a disciple of the Zhu sect, no word of the Zhu sect is passed down to the outside world." Zhu Tong organized his thoughts and quickly returned to reality; he was afraid that Suowonda would see through his weakness.
"This is not difficult. Suowonda has worshiped twenty-one masters in his life. As long as he can learn the art of liberation, Suowonda is willing to take off his cassock." Suowonda pondered for a moment, then made a decision.
I mean to become a disciple immediately.
This startled the little liar, and he waved his hands quickly: "Living Buddha, I was joking. It is not easy to write spells well. It will take three years just to lay the foundation."
"Don't tell lies, a poor monk. From now on, Suowonda has nothing to do with Butian Temple. I can follow Master Zhu to learn writing with peace of mind. Master, you will regret it if you don't accept me as your disciple. Accept me, it's not a good idea."
Teach me and you will regret it too."
"Regret?" Zhu Tong felt that the joke was too big. If the Zhu family had a master like Suowunda as a disciple, would it be a blessing or a curse?
Before he could understand, Suowonda had already turned around and jumped up: "Master, give me a month to deal with the chores around me; by then, Suowonda will go to become a disciple."
Before the voice fell, the person had already lost his trace.
"My puppy." Zhu Tong called towards the place where the Living Buddha disappeared.
"Aren't you at your feet?" Suowonda's voice came from far away.
Zhu Tong lowered his head and took a look, and sure enough, Yin Yang was sleeping deeply at his feet.
Zhu Tong froze under the yew tree for a long time. It was not until the candles in the red lantern burned out that he went to find Aunt Butterfly.
Isn't it a dream? Zhu Tong hasn't thought carefully about accepting a disciple. Tai Haiyan is undergoing a test. Suowonda, the best master in the world, wants to be his disciple. What can he teach such a powerful master? However,
, very majestic, isn’t it? What would Master Zhu Huang think if he knew about it? If the old liar knew about it, why wouldn’t he laugh his tongue off?
A few stars flew in his mind, Zhu Tong's eyes darkened, and everything in front of him was blurred. He quickly sat down on the spot and used the Pengma Kung Fu to conserve his inner breath and repair his over-exhausted spirit; he competed with a master of Suowonda's level.
, it’s really not something humans do!
However, this time the consumption was too great, and the true energy in the body was still relatively good. With the protection of the Phoenix Mask and the three weeks of running Peng Ma Gong, less than half of it had recovered. There were more and more gold stars in my mind, from the first three to five.
By the time I reached seventeen or eight, they were lingering in some secret corner and could never go away.
Illusion, it must be an illusion, I'd better go back to Shanghai and see a psychiatrist.
What kind of dragon and phoenix star are really made of Buddha relics? Zhu Tong held the dragon and phoenix star in front of his eyes and stared at it.
In the starlight, there were two glimmers of light inside the crystal. The closer you looked, the faint sound of the flute sounded in your ears, the fairy music that the bamboo Taoist played on the mushroom rock before ascending.
Zhu Tong felt the danger and quickly put away the dragon stars, and two more golden lights appeared in his mind.
Duohua was sitting at the corner of Nanhua Mountain. When she saw Zhu Tong carrying Auntie Die down, she hurriedly stepped forward to take her mother.
Zhu Tong raised his wrist and took a look. His CK watch showed that it was already one o'clock at midnight, and it had been more than two hours since he left Ye'er.
"She's fine. She'll be fine when she wakes up." Just now, Aunt Die had a dragon star stuck in her chest. It could be said that it was Zhu Tong who injured her like this.
"Brother Zhu, thank you." Duohua had tears in her eyes and buried her head in Aunt Die's chest.
"What are you going to do?"
"I want to take mom back to Butterfly Cave and never see him again."
Duohua was heartbroken by Huang Hai's scolding, with a stubborn look on her face.
"Duohua, don't act like a child. Huang Hai didn't mean it. He was just angry with himself."
"Brother Zhu, I have been thinking about it for a while. After arriving in Shanghai, Huang Hai often loses his temper for no reason. I have tolerated it before, but today he beat me in front of so many people... My mother never did it when I was born at this age.
He told me loudly. He didn’t have me in his heart at all.”
"It's not like that." Zhu Tong tried to persuade her weakly; "Shanghai is not Xiangxi. Because of you, Huang Hai has to face a lot of pressure. He can't tell you that he will lose his temper only if he feels uncomfortable."
What Zhu Tong didn't say was that it was impossible for Huang Hai's family to accept her; but Duohua understood: "I have never asked for anything. Huang Hai only needs to say something and I will leave; but he has no right to beat me."
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"It's dark, you can't go back to Butterfly Cave now; Duohua, find a place to stay first, and wait until Auntie Butterfly wakes up."
"No, there are boats on the riverside, I..."
"Duohua, Auntie Die can't stand the hardship in such a cold weather. You have to go back by yourself, don't regret it." Zhu Tong was annoyed, and then Duohua thought of her mother and cried weakly.
There are many inns along the Tuojiang River. It was almost two o'clock when Zhu Tong arranged for Duohua and her daughter.
In Grandma Chen's inn, Ye'er was still waiting in front of the brazier.
Seeing Zhu Tong walking in with a slightly pale face and a messy body, she was so frightened that she shouted: "What's wrong with you?" She didn't know that this was already the best condition Zhu Tong was in after tidying up outside the door.
"Duo Hua has been found. Tell Huang Hai not to look for him anymore. She won't see him today."
"What's wrong with you?" Ye'er helped Zhutong sit down, looked around, and was surprised when he saw Yin Yang: "I was asking Ah Huang just now."
"The road on the mountain was slippery and I fell. Duohua is a girl. It's so late. Who can sleep until I find her?" This is the only explanation. The fight in the rivers and lakes cannot be told to Ye'er.
"Li Xiang, I'm really sorry for you." Ye'er was moved and fell into Zhu Tong's arms; in comparison, Li Xiang's calmness and sense of responsibility were much better than Huang Hai's impulsiveness.
"As long as Ye'er doesn't imitate Duohua and run around in the future." Zhu Tong stood up; "I'm going to wash it. I can't keep these clothes."
"I won't run around." Ye'er blushed and went to prepare a change of clothes for Zhu Tong.
The bathroom at Chen's Inn is very small, with only one faucet connected to the water heater; taking a bath in such a simple bathroom in winter is not a pleasant thing.
Zhu Tong threw his clothes outside the door and let them be washed away by the faucet; in the mirror, he still had a strong and slender body, the black butterflies on his shoulders had become colorful, and the blank space on his chest was much smaller, just like the shape of a phoenix mask, and his breath was lingering
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"Your clothes." Ye'er knocked lightly on the door.
The door was pushed open a crack, and Zhu Tong took the clothes but did not close the door; the risks in the world were getting bigger and bigger. Maybe there should be a showdown. No matter how Ye'er reacted, it would be good for everyone.