I expected that the most difficult problem would be solved inexplicably, and even I felt very surprised.
A Xue practiced black magic himself, and she knew very well about the essence of black magic, which was sacrifice and sacrifice.
In fact, all magic follows the supreme theorem of equivalent exchange, but the things delivered by each system are different. For example, the sacred magic, in addition to personal magic, the faith in the gods is also very important. The more pious the faith, the higher the level of sacred magic you can perform.What black magic requires, in a nutshell, is life energy.Such as bones, flesh, essence, blood, internal organs, brains, are containers containing life energy. When using black magic, they sign a contract with the dark gods, dedicate life energy in exchange for the short-term borrowing of the dark gods, and launch a powerful destructive attack.
Purely in terms of academic theory, black magic only requires sacrifice, but does not necessarily have to dedicate the life energy of others. To put it more clearly, directly use your own life energy to dedicate, without going through other forms or catalysts, the least loss of energy transmission process should be the most effective method, and the power of the dark gods obtained is also the purest. However, with a selfish nature, I would rather die in the whole family than let myself lose my hair. Apart from this fool, Ah Xue, how can there be a wizard in the world who is willing to harm oneself and benefit others like this?
There are indeed many benevolent people in this world who are brave enough to sacrifice and dedicate, but these people usually walk on the road of light and become monks or knights early in the morning. They practice sacred magic and will not step into the world of black magic.To be kind to others on the road of black magic, that is to be cruel to yourself and to harm yourself and benefit others for a long time. The consequence is not to have blessings, but to be short of life.
Therefore, Ista's wizards are most selfish, and their luck makes black magic rely entirely on bloody sacrifices. Slaughter and sacrifices occur in China every moment, and on average, seven lives will disappear every second. If you encounter several famous crazy periods in history, this number will even increase tenfold. The blood sheds stain every inch of the land of the royal capital. The direct consequence is that just standing in the distance, you will feel that Ista's territory is full of resentment and ghosts are everywhere.
In the past, when we took on other tasks, we had passed the border of Ista. As the first-class black magician, Axue sensed the most profoundly. She was influenced by the strong resentment and vomited. She couldn't help but receive some pictures in her mind. It was because of the impact of these pictures that Axue was extremely resistant to Ista and didn't want to get closer to Ista. I thought it would be difficult to convince her to change her mind, but she didn't expect that before I could say anything, Axue took the initiative to make a request.
The huge trouble was solved inexplicably. However, I did not agree to A Xue’s request immediately, but instead deliberately pretended to be embarrassed, saying that there were many difficulties in this matter and I could not agree to her request rashly.
A Xue has always been simple in her mind. When she saw that I didn't agree, she just begged repeatedly. I took the opportunity to hug her, kiss her, and touch her. She estimated that she had a lot of humiliating and erotic agreements. Alas... If there are such good things every day, I don't know how beautiful life is.
After getting to settle Axue, I began to make formal preparations and purchase some equipment needed for a long journey. When everything was almost done, I suddenly received a notice that Master Xinchan was forced to shorten the lecture course because I was about to leave and wanted to ask me to give my last lecture.
(Damn it, does the stinky monk have a grudge against me? He doesn't let me go before he leaves... Forget it, give him some face and go and see what he says.)
After all, I owe someone a favor. Although I don’t want to go at all, I still can’t refuse.In fact, the reason why I am afraid of the lectures is not entirely because of boredom. A considerable part of it was scared by the conversation between Mao Yan'an and Master Xinchan.
The bad middle-aged man is a long-term friend of Master Xin Chan. Of course I know this, but after listening to their speeches several times in a row, I gradually suspect that their friendship is not simple. In addition... it is also the Gorgeous Flower Federation. A man and a woman may have pure friendship here. Two men are not called friendship here, but... they are called... adultery.
I am actually very broad-minded and easy to get along with. Whether it is perverted or erotic, as long as I am far away from me, I can accept it widely with a tolerant heart, but if I step on my side, I will be embarrassed. I am such a good young man with a sense of justice and will fight to the death to eliminate harm to society.
This inexplicable worry reminds me of a conversation with Yueying on the side of her pillow a few days ago.
Brother... Have you noticed that Master Xinchan actually appreciates you very much?
appreciation?What do you appreciate me?Everything is good, don't appreciate my handsome appearance.
Where did you think of it? The master said that you have wisdom and admire you very much.
Uh...sister, in such a sensitive situation, can you please not mention the word "root".
I'm talking nonsense again.I think there is a bit of a misunderstanding between you and the master, it is best to communicate...
That word for ditches is not allowed!
The heavy mental pressure caused me to lose my hair if it worsened.
I am very clear about my position. Before leaving, Bai Qi also said that I am a useless man and have more qualifications than qualifications. I will never dare to be arrogant in this regard. Therefore, Master Xinchan will never treat me as a candidate for my disciple, but will have any other intentions.
The more I thought about it, the more I became more and more uneasy. When I came to the Buddhist temple where I usually preach, the little novice monk at the door told me that Master Xinchan had just changed the place and asked me to go to another place to see him.
This sudden change in the place change is probably a trap of the enemy's design and plot. I have had too many experience in making changes. I am very careful in this regard and carefully inquire about every detail of the place, but I got an answer that is more terrifying than the enemy's ambush.
...The Liuli Hall instructed by the abbot is on the top of the mountain there.
I looked in the direction pointed by the little shark monk. What I saw in my eyes shocked me and staggered and took several steps back.
Then, that strange mountain would be...
Brokeback Mountain Ah, donor, you are really strange, every Gorefresh Federation knows that mountain.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………To put it more clearly, I am not a staple!
Knowing that there is a tiger in the mountain, I certainly would not be stupid enough to travel to Tiger Mountain. However, several monks from Cihang Jing Hall said that due to the poor security in the city recently and the prevalence of assassins, they have the responsibility to protect my safety, so they specially sent the famous Eighteen Arhats to escort me to meet the abbot.
The Eighteen Arhats in Cihang Jing Hall, holding sticks and a knife on their waists, surrounded me in the center, and were on high alert. Even if thousands of troops and horses came together, I might not be able to attack for a while. However, what I really care about is not whether thousands of troops can kill in, but how I can kill out.
...No way to find.
I was trying to get out of here along the way, but facing the iron bucket-like surround, I really couldn't find a way to escape. I made excuses to leave several times, but I was rejected by the Eighteen Arhats, asking me to see the abbot first, and I was forced to go up the mountain by the Eighteen Arhats. Like Master Xinchan, the Eighteen Arhats also looked at me up and down with strange eyes. On a short road up the mountain, I felt so irritated by them, as if I was staring at some carnivorous beast, and I would be knocked down and attacked at any time.
I went up the mountain with a worry. The meeting designated by Master Xinchan was a Buddhist temple. The yellow glazed tiles reflected the sunshine and were very solemn and grand. However, the three big words written on the plaque at the door were not very clear because they were not very clear.
The donor, in front of it is the Liuli Hall where the abbot is located.
Oh, is it Liulitang?Not the Glass Hall?Huh, I was shocked.
Donor, there are many rumors outside that you are a spy sent by the Black Dragon to infiltrate, but we all observe the rumors and find that the rumors are unreliable.You are actually a person with wisdom, and you may consider joining our circle...
Ah?What circle are you in?
I really wanted to run away, but at this time a little novice monk came out of the Liuli Hall and asked me to go in alone, and let the Eighteen Arhats guard outside. No one was allowed to enter without permission until the end of this lecture.
Donor, please follow the monk.
Finally, I escaped from the clutches of the Eighteen Arhats, but I had no joy of salvation at all. It seemed that I jumped from the mountain of swords to the sea of fire and was about to fall into a deeper and terrifying hell. Looking at the two thick copper doors of the Liuli Hall, I felt that I was about to step into a world where I could not turn back.
This glass hall is indeed very unusual.I've seen its special structure outside the door. Not only does it use a strange material, but it also has multiple barriers inside. When it is in a closed state, no matter what happens inside, no one can find out outside. In other words, if you want to do something shameful, this is definitely the best place.
(There are traps in Zhong and Zhong. The old monk pulled me over. He must be unhappy. There are still people outside the door to guard him. After finishing the ugly thing, he might even kill someone to silence him... He shouldn't have taken off all his clothes and waited for me inside, right?)
A chill came to my mind. The scene of Master Xin Chan standing in a grim smile while wearing a leather jacket, holding a long whip and candle in his hand, and cold sweat flowed all over my body in an instant, almost wanting to turn around and grab the door.
Amitabha, John's nephew, you are finally here.
With a Buddha's name, in the quiet and dark Buddhist temple, Master Xinchan sat upright on the cushion, with dozens of candles lit on both sides. The flames swayed, reflecting the kind face of the monk.
The situation was different from what I imagined. I felt a little relieved, but I always felt that something was wrong. I looked around and saw a poem on the four pillars behind Master Xinchan, and I was shocked.
Outside the city of Chang'an, you can see Chang'an from Brokenback Mountain. There are broken backs everywhere in Chang'an, and both broken backs touch Chang'an.
The meaning revealed in the poem makes people shudder. Before I could comfort myself again, Master Xinchan was the first to speak.
Amitabha, in a person’s life, there are bad fates and good fates. I invite you to come today to establish a relationship with you.Master Xinchan said, and actually blinked at me and smiled: The fate between me and you has already begun before I first met you.
It's really not a good feeling to be frown by a man. Although the verses of Buddhist monks are often ignorant, this sentence is my personal understanding and it seems to be...
The fate between you and me was destined before we first met...destined!Destined!Destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined,
Actually, I often hear this sentence. Mao Yan'an likes to use this sentence to deceive young and ignorant young girls. The next sentence that should be followed after this sentence seems to be...
It is God who destined us to be together... together, together!Together!Let's get up together together together together together together together...
In an instant, the feeling of the five thunders thunder made me know that I was standing at a major turning point in my life. Just as I was about to turn back, I heard a heavy and dull sound. The two doors behind were closed heavily, cutting off the light from the outside, and putting me in a darkness. I only saw Master Xin Chan in front of me smiling at me. The smile seemed so evil.
Nephew, if you have no objection, let’s start.
No, no objection?If you have no objection at this time, you will have nothing in the future.
Great...Master, please spare your life!
With a plop, I knelt down, wailing with snot and tears. Master, there are eighty mothers above the little ones, hungry and thirsty women below, and many people need to satisfy themselves... I... Our family has three generations of single generations, and we have to continue the family line. I cannot join the Ah in your circle...
I don't know if it's an illusion, but I seem to hear someone laughing behind me
...If you insist on looking for a master, just look for the bad middle-aged man. He looks lustful and cheap, and he must like to do this. If you ask him to do it, he will not only not resist, but will also be so happy that he will be rolling around.
Hey, it is forgivable to betray my friend at a critical moment of life and death, but I also sold me at a better price, making me roll around the ground. Wouldn't it be too ugly?
Mao Yan'an's voice came from behind. I turned around and saw that Jia Huo was standing behind me, with a smiling treacherous minister's expression, and he saw that I was a good show of being a model.What to look at?What's good to look at?Take a look at it and wait for the monk to do it together.
I threatened fiercely and did not play a role. Mao Yan'an and Master Xinchan looked at each other and laughed at each other.
Xian, nephew, you made a mistake again. Master Xinchan came to you and there is an important matter to discuss with you, not to sodomize you, hahahaha
It turned out that I was looking for someone to come for a meeting and didn't say it clearly. I was frightened and almost thought I was going to be finished.
I was about to get angry and was about to have anger, but Master Xinchan took out something from behind and handed it to me, making me unable to speak.Nephew John, you are about to go to Ista. You will take this item with self-defense along the way. When you arrive at Ista, if possible, return it to the original owner.
What Master Xinchan took out is the Dragon Slashing Blade, one of the seven holy tools of the Creation World.On that day, Gui Meixi assassinated the layman Xindeng with the Dragon Slaying Blade. He could not take him away when he escaped. This divine weapon was detained by Cihang Jingdian. I thought Cihang Jingdian would take this treasure for myself, but I didn't expect that Master Xinchan's head would break and actually handed the treasure to me.
Weapons are ominous things, and we monks are not in conflict with the world. What is the use of this weapon?The Dragon Slaying Blade is originally the treasure of the Dragon God Clan in the East China Sea. Now the Dragon God Clan has successors. If you can do it, the Dragon Slaying Blade will naturally return to the original owner.
I picked up this magic sword that could change its appearance according to the characteristics of the owner, looked carefully and found that it still maintained its appearance when it was on the Ghostly Xi's hand, which was thin and long, which was very different from the heavy shape on the Kato Eagle's hand.
I touched the Dragon Slaying Blade flat on my wrist. This magical sword, known as the world's most sharp sword. Even if it is its edgeless plane, its sharpness is enough to cut gold and jade. If you touch your wrist, you will cut off your hand if you accidentally. But I naturally have a reason to do this. The blade swung towards my wrist, but was blocked by an invisible energy a few centimeters away.
Buzz
The sage bracelet on my wrist emits a bright light, and the seven-colored light of the rainbow gazes around my wrist, buzzing, and the Dragon Slaying Blade also makes the same sound. The two holy objects seem to be resonating with the long-lost old friend, making a clear and high-pitched resonance.
After confirming the authenticity of the Dragon Slaying Blade, I immediately separated the Dragon Slaying Blade far away, otherwise the resonance phenomenon would immediately absorb the essence of the host. I am not A Xue, so how could I have such good ability to launch two creator holy tools?
Therefore, the task entrusted by the master to the younger generation is to bring this thing to Ista and hand it over to Admiral Li Huamei?
Yueying's escort Nassas back to China should be the highest secret that must not be leaked, but with the ability of Master Xinchan, it would be strange if he didn't know about this, so I didn't have many, so I directly confirmed it with him.
Amitabha, I entrusted my nephew to bring the Dragon-Slaying Blade to Ista, and if it is convenient, I will return it to Admiral Li.
Master Xin Chan is working on me again. If the object returns to the original owner, the object returns to the original owner. There is no inconvenience. Will Li Huamei not want it if I return the Dragon Slaying Blade?It's really ridiculous.
I laughed secretly and wanted to speak, but my heart suddenly became shaking and understood the monk's intention.Since the Divine Sword is a weapon, in order to avoid the excessive murder of this weapon, it naturally cannot fall into the hands of the cruel murderer. Master Xinchan has never seen Li Huamei, so he specially entrusts me to make an appraisal on his behalf to see if he should return the Dragon Slaying Blade.
But if Master Xinchan can’t trust Li Huamei, can he trust me?The Dragon Slaying Blade is a magical object in this world, with infinite power. I am not as noble as I am not at all moved by this. What if I just put my heart on and swallowed the Dragon Slaying Blade?
Master, after arriving at Ista, if the object is inconvenient to return to the original owner, how should this weapon be handled?
If this is true...good, if the world is destined to get it, please ask the nephew to find a destined person who is destined to accept it.
Damn, I keep the Dragon Slaying Blade, and I judge whether the object should be returned to the original owner. Which tower is closer to the water than me?What Master Xinchan said clearly is that he intentionally gave the things to me.If you think about it carefully, I am not his illegitimate son, why is he so cheap for me?He had risked his life twice before, but now he has nothing to do to give me a big gift. Everyone is not a relative or a good person. These behaviors are really suspicious.
Amitabha, how good.
Perhaps because he noticed my questioning eyes, Master Xinchan closed his palms and chanted the Buddha's name. The eyes that looked at me suddenly became very strange.My nephew, although you and I have never met before, I have been paying attention to you for a long time because of the incense of old friends.Over the years, I have been traveling around the world and I am very disagreeing with what you have done. I do not want to see your great young man make mistakes and leave regrets for life. So after you came to the Gorgeous Flower Alliance, I speak harshly to you, with the purpose of trying to train you so that you can regret your past mistakes.
Master Xinchan said: If you had enough time, you would stay in the Golden Flower Federation for three or five years. If you accept me preaching day and night, you will definitely cleanse your sudden aura and correct your mistakes and be kind. Unfortunately, I will not give you time. You will leave in a short time. I cannot be strong, but I can only tell you the past before you leave.
Halfway through hearing this, I felt a sudden thrill of heart and cried out in secret. I never expected that Master Xinchan had planned to stay with me for three or five years. If this matter came true, it would take less than three or five years. As long as I was locked up for three or five months and listened to the monk chanting scriptures every day, I would really die. I couldn't even become a Buddha.
However, after hearing the words, I felt something was wrong.Master Xinchan kept saying that he looked at me differently because of the incense of old friends. I originally thought that the so-called old friends mean Mao Yan'an. Master Xinchan took good care of me because I was walking with Mao Yan'an. But from this passage just now, Master Xinchan might have started to pay attention to me before I met Mao Yan'an.
(Why is this? What do I have to pay attention to?)
Close your eyes and think, a thought suddenly appeared in your mind, and the words and deeds of Master Xin Chan were connected by this thought, and all the clues were consistent. I instantly understood what the so-called incense of old friends meant.
Big, Master... Do you know my perverted dad?
Yuantang Farrell is famous all over the world. I am afraid there is no one on the loess land who doesn’t know him, but the meaning of my question is not that simple. Master Xin Chan and Mao Yan'an looked at each other and laughed at each other, confirming that what I guess was right.
It’s not just about knowing my nephew, your father Yuantang Farrell, who was our best friend back then. He, Amao and I, we are like brothers, and we have been in the world together. Although the whole time is not long, it is the happiest time in my life.
Master Xinchan said, as if he was recalling the past, his face was radiant, his waist and back were straightened, and his whole body suddenly emitted a sharp aura. The feeling of being warm and old was swept away, and the whole person seemed to have become more than teenagers in an instant, as if he had become a different person, which surprised me very much.
However, the real scary thing just started now. Master Xinchan reached out to Mao Yan'an and Mao Yan'an threw something over. Before I could see clearly what it was, I suddenly burst into tears in front of me. I was so excited that I saw that the bald monk in front of me actually had hair.
...Master, you use a wig...
It's fine with a wig, but it's also long to the waist, and the color is eye-catching and blood-red, looking like some visual artists from the Gorebroken Federation.
A ridiculous feeling appeared in my heart, as if I saw those liars who pretended to be monks begging for alms during the day and wigs to spend time at night. However, after Master Xinchan put on his wig, the feeling was completely different than before.
Mao Yan'an handed over a few more things, one with a leather drum, two metal drum sticks, and a pair of sunglasses.Master Xin Zen put on his sunglasses and picked up the drum stick. In an instant, I felt that he had become young and tall. He seemed to be full of energy and did not look like the warm old monk I knew.Master Xinchan held the drum stick, and Mao Yan'an took out a guitar from somewhere, and was wearing a pair of sunglasses of the same style as Master Xinchan. The two looked at each other like two brothers, and then began to move at the same time.
Zheng!
Dong!
The clear guitar and the intense drum sounded at the same time. In the Buddhist temple blocked by the barrier, beautiful music passed by like flowing water. The Barsala Orchestra, which was once popular with countless orcs in the Southern Barbarians, was resurrected at this moment. Although there was one member missing, from the heart-shaking notes, I could vaguely see the powerful charm of the sun, moon and star those days.
Mao Yan'an is indeed a strong man of decathlon. His hands pressed on the guitar, his movements were so fast that they were almost unseen to the naked eye. He transformed into a bunch of residual images, as if five or six hands were plucking the strings at the same time. The music played at such a speed seemed to be like the nine-yao cloud dragon breaking through the sky, whistling and whistling, unpredictable; the music became faster and faster, and the higher and higher. Every time I thought the music could no longer be raised, and it was about to change the tune down, but the guitar sound suddenly tightened, and it pulled up to a new peak again, as if the word "limit" did not exist.
The Xinchan master who served as the drummer was wearing a cassock. This dress was really funny and funny when he matched the metal drum stick in his hand. However, the Xinchan master who was in his hand seemed to have regained his life and youth. The drum beat was both big and fast, like a mighty general, passionately beating the drum battlefield, commanding thousands of horses to charge into battle.
In a trance, I seemed to see a tall and strong man with long hair, wearing a heavy metal style Fuke, with black leather jacket and leather pants all over, holding two drum sticks in his hand, and quickly hitting wild notes. Mao Yan'an's superb guitar skills were quick and slow, and they cooperated with the drum sound.Just right, every note flying moved my heart. I really wanted to jump up and do some intense movements, either shake my head or sing loudly, to relieve the strong impulse that made me restless.
The music played in their hands does have magic that is indescribable to words. If it weren't for the little flaws in the turning point of the music and seemed to be missing something very important, then I would definitely not be able to control my body and would have stood up and danced wildly.
In an instant, I understood and knew what was missing in this musical sound.Not every song in this world needs lyrics, but if there is a lead singer who rides on this violent melody and sings the bloody, cruel, lewd, and depraved lyrics of the perverted lyrics, the song will be more perfectly interpreted, giving the listener a super shock of 200%.
Even I feel this way, let alone two performers who are mutually affectionate.Master Xinchan and Mao Yan'an stopped together, and the excited music stopped. The two of them looked at each other with regret.
...It's a pity... one person is always missing.Without his songs, the music tastes wrong.
Amitabha Buddha, the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to complete in ancient times.
Master Xinchan said open-mindedly, but the regret in his voice could not be hidden. When he put down his drum stick and put his palms together, the wild man who had just been reborn in the music disappeared with the ashing of the wig on his head, and the only thing left in front of me... was just a kind old monk.
However, I should say thank you, because from the actions just now, I already understood that Mao Yan'an, Master Xinchan and my perverted father were once so good that they were close friends, traveling side by side with the world and traveling to the Nanman.From this point of view, my chance encounter with Mao Yan'an in the Southern Barbarians was probably not as simple as it seemed. Maybe he was like Master Xinchan, who deliberately took care of his old friend's son from the beginning...
The perverted father was alone all his life. It was extremely difficult to find a friend of his or her enemy but he was not dead, so it was difficult for me to send out the relevant information about my mother. Now that I have encountered two, and I am also witnessing the critical time of the Southern Manchus, can my mother's identity be confirmed?
A Xue practiced black magic himself, and she knew very well about the essence of black magic, which was sacrifice and sacrifice.
In fact, all magic follows the supreme theorem of equivalent exchange, but the things delivered by each system are different. For example, the sacred magic, in addition to personal magic, the faith in the gods is also very important. The more pious the faith, the higher the level of sacred magic you can perform.What black magic requires, in a nutshell, is life energy.Such as bones, flesh, essence, blood, internal organs, brains, are containers containing life energy. When using black magic, they sign a contract with the dark gods, dedicate life energy in exchange for the short-term borrowing of the dark gods, and launch a powerful destructive attack.
Purely in terms of academic theory, black magic only requires sacrifice, but does not necessarily have to dedicate the life energy of others. To put it more clearly, directly use your own life energy to dedicate, without going through other forms or catalysts, the least loss of energy transmission process should be the most effective method, and the power of the dark gods obtained is also the purest. However, with a selfish nature, I would rather die in the whole family than let myself lose my hair. Apart from this fool, Ah Xue, how can there be a wizard in the world who is willing to harm oneself and benefit others like this?
There are indeed many benevolent people in this world who are brave enough to sacrifice and dedicate, but these people usually walk on the road of light and become monks or knights early in the morning. They practice sacred magic and will not step into the world of black magic.To be kind to others on the road of black magic, that is to be cruel to yourself and to harm yourself and benefit others for a long time. The consequence is not to have blessings, but to be short of life.
Therefore, Ista's wizards are most selfish, and their luck makes black magic rely entirely on bloody sacrifices. Slaughter and sacrifices occur in China every moment, and on average, seven lives will disappear every second. If you encounter several famous crazy periods in history, this number will even increase tenfold. The blood sheds stain every inch of the land of the royal capital. The direct consequence is that just standing in the distance, you will feel that Ista's territory is full of resentment and ghosts are everywhere.
In the past, when we took on other tasks, we had passed the border of Ista. As the first-class black magician, Axue sensed the most profoundly. She was influenced by the strong resentment and vomited. She couldn't help but receive some pictures in her mind. It was because of the impact of these pictures that Axue was extremely resistant to Ista and didn't want to get closer to Ista. I thought it would be difficult to convince her to change her mind, but she didn't expect that before I could say anything, Axue took the initiative to make a request.
The huge trouble was solved inexplicably. However, I did not agree to A Xue’s request immediately, but instead deliberately pretended to be embarrassed, saying that there were many difficulties in this matter and I could not agree to her request rashly.
A Xue has always been simple in her mind. When she saw that I didn't agree, she just begged repeatedly. I took the opportunity to hug her, kiss her, and touch her. She estimated that she had a lot of humiliating and erotic agreements. Alas... If there are such good things every day, I don't know how beautiful life is.
After getting to settle Axue, I began to make formal preparations and purchase some equipment needed for a long journey. When everything was almost done, I suddenly received a notice that Master Xinchan was forced to shorten the lecture course because I was about to leave and wanted to ask me to give my last lecture.
(Damn it, does the stinky monk have a grudge against me? He doesn't let me go before he leaves... Forget it, give him some face and go and see what he says.)
After all, I owe someone a favor. Although I don’t want to go at all, I still can’t refuse.In fact, the reason why I am afraid of the lectures is not entirely because of boredom. A considerable part of it was scared by the conversation between Mao Yan'an and Master Xinchan.
The bad middle-aged man is a long-term friend of Master Xin Chan. Of course I know this, but after listening to their speeches several times in a row, I gradually suspect that their friendship is not simple. In addition... it is also the Gorgeous Flower Federation. A man and a woman may have pure friendship here. Two men are not called friendship here, but... they are called... adultery.
I am actually very broad-minded and easy to get along with. Whether it is perverted or erotic, as long as I am far away from me, I can accept it widely with a tolerant heart, but if I step on my side, I will be embarrassed. I am such a good young man with a sense of justice and will fight to the death to eliminate harm to society.
This inexplicable worry reminds me of a conversation with Yueying on the side of her pillow a few days ago.
Brother... Have you noticed that Master Xinchan actually appreciates you very much?
appreciation?What do you appreciate me?Everything is good, don't appreciate my handsome appearance.
Where did you think of it? The master said that you have wisdom and admire you very much.
Uh...sister, in such a sensitive situation, can you please not mention the word "root".
I'm talking nonsense again.I think there is a bit of a misunderstanding between you and the master, it is best to communicate...
That word for ditches is not allowed!
The heavy mental pressure caused me to lose my hair if it worsened.
I am very clear about my position. Before leaving, Bai Qi also said that I am a useless man and have more qualifications than qualifications. I will never dare to be arrogant in this regard. Therefore, Master Xinchan will never treat me as a candidate for my disciple, but will have any other intentions.
The more I thought about it, the more I became more and more uneasy. When I came to the Buddhist temple where I usually preach, the little novice monk at the door told me that Master Xinchan had just changed the place and asked me to go to another place to see him.
This sudden change in the place change is probably a trap of the enemy's design and plot. I have had too many experience in making changes. I am very careful in this regard and carefully inquire about every detail of the place, but I got an answer that is more terrifying than the enemy's ambush.
...The Liuli Hall instructed by the abbot is on the top of the mountain there.
I looked in the direction pointed by the little shark monk. What I saw in my eyes shocked me and staggered and took several steps back.
Then, that strange mountain would be...
Brokeback Mountain Ah, donor, you are really strange, every Gorefresh Federation knows that mountain.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………To put it more clearly, I am not a staple!
Knowing that there is a tiger in the mountain, I certainly would not be stupid enough to travel to Tiger Mountain. However, several monks from Cihang Jing Hall said that due to the poor security in the city recently and the prevalence of assassins, they have the responsibility to protect my safety, so they specially sent the famous Eighteen Arhats to escort me to meet the abbot.
The Eighteen Arhats in Cihang Jing Hall, holding sticks and a knife on their waists, surrounded me in the center, and were on high alert. Even if thousands of troops and horses came together, I might not be able to attack for a while. However, what I really care about is not whether thousands of troops can kill in, but how I can kill out.
...No way to find.
I was trying to get out of here along the way, but facing the iron bucket-like surround, I really couldn't find a way to escape. I made excuses to leave several times, but I was rejected by the Eighteen Arhats, asking me to see the abbot first, and I was forced to go up the mountain by the Eighteen Arhats. Like Master Xinchan, the Eighteen Arhats also looked at me up and down with strange eyes. On a short road up the mountain, I felt so irritated by them, as if I was staring at some carnivorous beast, and I would be knocked down and attacked at any time.
I went up the mountain with a worry. The meeting designated by Master Xinchan was a Buddhist temple. The yellow glazed tiles reflected the sunshine and were very solemn and grand. However, the three big words written on the plaque at the door were not very clear because they were not very clear.
The donor, in front of it is the Liuli Hall where the abbot is located.
Oh, is it Liulitang?Not the Glass Hall?Huh, I was shocked.
Donor, there are many rumors outside that you are a spy sent by the Black Dragon to infiltrate, but we all observe the rumors and find that the rumors are unreliable.You are actually a person with wisdom, and you may consider joining our circle...
Ah?What circle are you in?
I really wanted to run away, but at this time a little novice monk came out of the Liuli Hall and asked me to go in alone, and let the Eighteen Arhats guard outside. No one was allowed to enter without permission until the end of this lecture.
Donor, please follow the monk.
Finally, I escaped from the clutches of the Eighteen Arhats, but I had no joy of salvation at all. It seemed that I jumped from the mountain of swords to the sea of fire and was about to fall into a deeper and terrifying hell. Looking at the two thick copper doors of the Liuli Hall, I felt that I was about to step into a world where I could not turn back.
This glass hall is indeed very unusual.I've seen its special structure outside the door. Not only does it use a strange material, but it also has multiple barriers inside. When it is in a closed state, no matter what happens inside, no one can find out outside. In other words, if you want to do something shameful, this is definitely the best place.
(There are traps in Zhong and Zhong. The old monk pulled me over. He must be unhappy. There are still people outside the door to guard him. After finishing the ugly thing, he might even kill someone to silence him... He shouldn't have taken off all his clothes and waited for me inside, right?)
A chill came to my mind. The scene of Master Xin Chan standing in a grim smile while wearing a leather jacket, holding a long whip and candle in his hand, and cold sweat flowed all over my body in an instant, almost wanting to turn around and grab the door.
Amitabha, John's nephew, you are finally here.
With a Buddha's name, in the quiet and dark Buddhist temple, Master Xinchan sat upright on the cushion, with dozens of candles lit on both sides. The flames swayed, reflecting the kind face of the monk.
The situation was different from what I imagined. I felt a little relieved, but I always felt that something was wrong. I looked around and saw a poem on the four pillars behind Master Xinchan, and I was shocked.
Outside the city of Chang'an, you can see Chang'an from Brokenback Mountain. There are broken backs everywhere in Chang'an, and both broken backs touch Chang'an.
The meaning revealed in the poem makes people shudder. Before I could comfort myself again, Master Xinchan was the first to speak.
Amitabha, in a person’s life, there are bad fates and good fates. I invite you to come today to establish a relationship with you.Master Xinchan said, and actually blinked at me and smiled: The fate between me and you has already begun before I first met you.
It's really not a good feeling to be frown by a man. Although the verses of Buddhist monks are often ignorant, this sentence is my personal understanding and it seems to be...
The fate between you and me was destined before we first met...destined!Destined!Destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined, destined,
Actually, I often hear this sentence. Mao Yan'an likes to use this sentence to deceive young and ignorant young girls. The next sentence that should be followed after this sentence seems to be...
It is God who destined us to be together... together, together!Together!Let's get up together together together together together together together...
In an instant, the feeling of the five thunders thunder made me know that I was standing at a major turning point in my life. Just as I was about to turn back, I heard a heavy and dull sound. The two doors behind were closed heavily, cutting off the light from the outside, and putting me in a darkness. I only saw Master Xin Chan in front of me smiling at me. The smile seemed so evil.
Nephew, if you have no objection, let’s start.
No, no objection?If you have no objection at this time, you will have nothing in the future.
Great...Master, please spare your life!
With a plop, I knelt down, wailing with snot and tears. Master, there are eighty mothers above the little ones, hungry and thirsty women below, and many people need to satisfy themselves... I... Our family has three generations of single generations, and we have to continue the family line. I cannot join the Ah in your circle...
I don't know if it's an illusion, but I seem to hear someone laughing behind me
...If you insist on looking for a master, just look for the bad middle-aged man. He looks lustful and cheap, and he must like to do this. If you ask him to do it, he will not only not resist, but will also be so happy that he will be rolling around.
Hey, it is forgivable to betray my friend at a critical moment of life and death, but I also sold me at a better price, making me roll around the ground. Wouldn't it be too ugly?
Mao Yan'an's voice came from behind. I turned around and saw that Jia Huo was standing behind me, with a smiling treacherous minister's expression, and he saw that I was a good show of being a model.What to look at?What's good to look at?Take a look at it and wait for the monk to do it together.
I threatened fiercely and did not play a role. Mao Yan'an and Master Xinchan looked at each other and laughed at each other.
Xian, nephew, you made a mistake again. Master Xinchan came to you and there is an important matter to discuss with you, not to sodomize you, hahahaha
It turned out that I was looking for someone to come for a meeting and didn't say it clearly. I was frightened and almost thought I was going to be finished.
I was about to get angry and was about to have anger, but Master Xinchan took out something from behind and handed it to me, making me unable to speak.Nephew John, you are about to go to Ista. You will take this item with self-defense along the way. When you arrive at Ista, if possible, return it to the original owner.
What Master Xinchan took out is the Dragon Slashing Blade, one of the seven holy tools of the Creation World.On that day, Gui Meixi assassinated the layman Xindeng with the Dragon Slaying Blade. He could not take him away when he escaped. This divine weapon was detained by Cihang Jingdian. I thought Cihang Jingdian would take this treasure for myself, but I didn't expect that Master Xinchan's head would break and actually handed the treasure to me.
Weapons are ominous things, and we monks are not in conflict with the world. What is the use of this weapon?The Dragon Slaying Blade is originally the treasure of the Dragon God Clan in the East China Sea. Now the Dragon God Clan has successors. If you can do it, the Dragon Slaying Blade will naturally return to the original owner.
I picked up this magic sword that could change its appearance according to the characteristics of the owner, looked carefully and found that it still maintained its appearance when it was on the Ghostly Xi's hand, which was thin and long, which was very different from the heavy shape on the Kato Eagle's hand.
I touched the Dragon Slaying Blade flat on my wrist. This magical sword, known as the world's most sharp sword. Even if it is its edgeless plane, its sharpness is enough to cut gold and jade. If you touch your wrist, you will cut off your hand if you accidentally. But I naturally have a reason to do this. The blade swung towards my wrist, but was blocked by an invisible energy a few centimeters away.
Buzz
The sage bracelet on my wrist emits a bright light, and the seven-colored light of the rainbow gazes around my wrist, buzzing, and the Dragon Slaying Blade also makes the same sound. The two holy objects seem to be resonating with the long-lost old friend, making a clear and high-pitched resonance.
After confirming the authenticity of the Dragon Slaying Blade, I immediately separated the Dragon Slaying Blade far away, otherwise the resonance phenomenon would immediately absorb the essence of the host. I am not A Xue, so how could I have such good ability to launch two creator holy tools?
Therefore, the task entrusted by the master to the younger generation is to bring this thing to Ista and hand it over to Admiral Li Huamei?
Yueying's escort Nassas back to China should be the highest secret that must not be leaked, but with the ability of Master Xinchan, it would be strange if he didn't know about this, so I didn't have many, so I directly confirmed it with him.
Amitabha, I entrusted my nephew to bring the Dragon-Slaying Blade to Ista, and if it is convenient, I will return it to Admiral Li.
Master Xin Chan is working on me again. If the object returns to the original owner, the object returns to the original owner. There is no inconvenience. Will Li Huamei not want it if I return the Dragon Slaying Blade?It's really ridiculous.
I laughed secretly and wanted to speak, but my heart suddenly became shaking and understood the monk's intention.Since the Divine Sword is a weapon, in order to avoid the excessive murder of this weapon, it naturally cannot fall into the hands of the cruel murderer. Master Xinchan has never seen Li Huamei, so he specially entrusts me to make an appraisal on his behalf to see if he should return the Dragon Slaying Blade.
But if Master Xinchan can’t trust Li Huamei, can he trust me?The Dragon Slaying Blade is a magical object in this world, with infinite power. I am not as noble as I am not at all moved by this. What if I just put my heart on and swallowed the Dragon Slaying Blade?
Master, after arriving at Ista, if the object is inconvenient to return to the original owner, how should this weapon be handled?
If this is true...good, if the world is destined to get it, please ask the nephew to find a destined person who is destined to accept it.
Damn, I keep the Dragon Slaying Blade, and I judge whether the object should be returned to the original owner. Which tower is closer to the water than me?What Master Xinchan said clearly is that he intentionally gave the things to me.If you think about it carefully, I am not his illegitimate son, why is he so cheap for me?He had risked his life twice before, but now he has nothing to do to give me a big gift. Everyone is not a relative or a good person. These behaviors are really suspicious.
Amitabha, how good.
Perhaps because he noticed my questioning eyes, Master Xinchan closed his palms and chanted the Buddha's name. The eyes that looked at me suddenly became very strange.My nephew, although you and I have never met before, I have been paying attention to you for a long time because of the incense of old friends.Over the years, I have been traveling around the world and I am very disagreeing with what you have done. I do not want to see your great young man make mistakes and leave regrets for life. So after you came to the Gorgeous Flower Alliance, I speak harshly to you, with the purpose of trying to train you so that you can regret your past mistakes.
Master Xinchan said: If you had enough time, you would stay in the Golden Flower Federation for three or five years. If you accept me preaching day and night, you will definitely cleanse your sudden aura and correct your mistakes and be kind. Unfortunately, I will not give you time. You will leave in a short time. I cannot be strong, but I can only tell you the past before you leave.
Halfway through hearing this, I felt a sudden thrill of heart and cried out in secret. I never expected that Master Xinchan had planned to stay with me for three or five years. If this matter came true, it would take less than three or five years. As long as I was locked up for three or five months and listened to the monk chanting scriptures every day, I would really die. I couldn't even become a Buddha.
However, after hearing the words, I felt something was wrong.Master Xinchan kept saying that he looked at me differently because of the incense of old friends. I originally thought that the so-called old friends mean Mao Yan'an. Master Xinchan took good care of me because I was walking with Mao Yan'an. But from this passage just now, Master Xinchan might have started to pay attention to me before I met Mao Yan'an.
(Why is this? What do I have to pay attention to?)
Close your eyes and think, a thought suddenly appeared in your mind, and the words and deeds of Master Xin Chan were connected by this thought, and all the clues were consistent. I instantly understood what the so-called incense of old friends meant.
Big, Master... Do you know my perverted dad?
Yuantang Farrell is famous all over the world. I am afraid there is no one on the loess land who doesn’t know him, but the meaning of my question is not that simple. Master Xin Chan and Mao Yan'an looked at each other and laughed at each other, confirming that what I guess was right.
It’s not just about knowing my nephew, your father Yuantang Farrell, who was our best friend back then. He, Amao and I, we are like brothers, and we have been in the world together. Although the whole time is not long, it is the happiest time in my life.
Master Xinchan said, as if he was recalling the past, his face was radiant, his waist and back were straightened, and his whole body suddenly emitted a sharp aura. The feeling of being warm and old was swept away, and the whole person seemed to have become more than teenagers in an instant, as if he had become a different person, which surprised me very much.
However, the real scary thing just started now. Master Xinchan reached out to Mao Yan'an and Mao Yan'an threw something over. Before I could see clearly what it was, I suddenly burst into tears in front of me. I was so excited that I saw that the bald monk in front of me actually had hair.
...Master, you use a wig...
It's fine with a wig, but it's also long to the waist, and the color is eye-catching and blood-red, looking like some visual artists from the Gorebroken Federation.
A ridiculous feeling appeared in my heart, as if I saw those liars who pretended to be monks begging for alms during the day and wigs to spend time at night. However, after Master Xinchan put on his wig, the feeling was completely different than before.
Mao Yan'an handed over a few more things, one with a leather drum, two metal drum sticks, and a pair of sunglasses.Master Xin Zen put on his sunglasses and picked up the drum stick. In an instant, I felt that he had become young and tall. He seemed to be full of energy and did not look like the warm old monk I knew.Master Xinchan held the drum stick, and Mao Yan'an took out a guitar from somewhere, and was wearing a pair of sunglasses of the same style as Master Xinchan. The two looked at each other like two brothers, and then began to move at the same time.
Zheng!
Dong!
The clear guitar and the intense drum sounded at the same time. In the Buddhist temple blocked by the barrier, beautiful music passed by like flowing water. The Barsala Orchestra, which was once popular with countless orcs in the Southern Barbarians, was resurrected at this moment. Although there was one member missing, from the heart-shaking notes, I could vaguely see the powerful charm of the sun, moon and star those days.
Mao Yan'an is indeed a strong man of decathlon. His hands pressed on the guitar, his movements were so fast that they were almost unseen to the naked eye. He transformed into a bunch of residual images, as if five or six hands were plucking the strings at the same time. The music played at such a speed seemed to be like the nine-yao cloud dragon breaking through the sky, whistling and whistling, unpredictable; the music became faster and faster, and the higher and higher. Every time I thought the music could no longer be raised, and it was about to change the tune down, but the guitar sound suddenly tightened, and it pulled up to a new peak again, as if the word "limit" did not exist.
The Xinchan master who served as the drummer was wearing a cassock. This dress was really funny and funny when he matched the metal drum stick in his hand. However, the Xinchan master who was in his hand seemed to have regained his life and youth. The drum beat was both big and fast, like a mighty general, passionately beating the drum battlefield, commanding thousands of horses to charge into battle.
In a trance, I seemed to see a tall and strong man with long hair, wearing a heavy metal style Fuke, with black leather jacket and leather pants all over, holding two drum sticks in his hand, and quickly hitting wild notes. Mao Yan'an's superb guitar skills were quick and slow, and they cooperated with the drum sound.Just right, every note flying moved my heart. I really wanted to jump up and do some intense movements, either shake my head or sing loudly, to relieve the strong impulse that made me restless.
The music played in their hands does have magic that is indescribable to words. If it weren't for the little flaws in the turning point of the music and seemed to be missing something very important, then I would definitely not be able to control my body and would have stood up and danced wildly.
In an instant, I understood and knew what was missing in this musical sound.Not every song in this world needs lyrics, but if there is a lead singer who rides on this violent melody and sings the bloody, cruel, lewd, and depraved lyrics of the perverted lyrics, the song will be more perfectly interpreted, giving the listener a super shock of 200%.
Even I feel this way, let alone two performers who are mutually affectionate.Master Xinchan and Mao Yan'an stopped together, and the excited music stopped. The two of them looked at each other with regret.
...It's a pity... one person is always missing.Without his songs, the music tastes wrong.
Amitabha Buddha, the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to complete in ancient times.
Master Xinchan said open-mindedly, but the regret in his voice could not be hidden. When he put down his drum stick and put his palms together, the wild man who had just been reborn in the music disappeared with the ashing of the wig on his head, and the only thing left in front of me... was just a kind old monk.
However, I should say thank you, because from the actions just now, I already understood that Mao Yan'an, Master Xinchan and my perverted father were once so good that they were close friends, traveling side by side with the world and traveling to the Nanman.From this point of view, my chance encounter with Mao Yan'an in the Southern Barbarians was probably not as simple as it seemed. Maybe he was like Master Xinchan, who deliberately took care of his old friend's son from the beginning...
The perverted father was alone all his life. It was extremely difficult to find a friend of his or her enemy but he was not dead, so it was difficult for me to send out the relevant information about my mother. Now that I have encountered two, and I am also witnessing the critical time of the Southern Manchus, can my mother's identity be confirmed?
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