I have nothing but luck

Shen Xi didn't turn his head back, and calmly said to Fang Linhe who was behind him: "Generally speaking, Brother Xie and Fairy Yu are either finishing their questions or on their way back, so Brother Fang and I just need to get through it." During this period of time, you can work together with the two of them to kill."

Fang Linhe was as cold as his strong sword aura: "The two of us are enough."

It means that even Xie Rongjiao and Yu Yingqiu don't have to wait.

Shen Xi nodded: "Where is Brother Li?"

Fang Linhe continued to say coldly, "He's too noisy."

Shen Xi patiently waited for the following.

"So I knocked him out and threw him in the room."

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Shen Xi is not worried about whether the two of them can get through the difficulties in front of them safely.

He was worried that Xie Rongjiao, who was entrusted to them to take good care of Li Zhixuan, would seek revenge after the two narrowly escaped death.

The Mahayana Demon Cultivator has always been used to calling the wind and calling the rain in the clan. Seeing the two people, you say nothing and I don’t pay attention to him. Ignorant junior, today I will teach you how to look good!"

A handsome man in high crown and fine attire got out of his carriage with a lazy expression and yawned.

That carriage is extremely extravagant, so much more than a carriage?It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a moving palace, and it is even more gorgeous than the main hall of the Buddhist Sect's outer courtyard that is docked next to it.

No one in Xijiang will recognize the iconic carriage of Qian Baizhu.

A little novice greeted him, and with a smile, he invited the big Buddha into the Buddhist sect.

Qianbai Louzhu is not the kind of moody and moody temperament that the outside rumors say, he waved his hands easily, and opened the fan with a clatter: "Don't bother little master, I will go in by myself."

He walked in waving his fan, and the little novice watched helplessly that the figure in the rich clothes and high crown disappeared without a trace before his eyes.

Lord Qianbai waved his fan and came in front of Mo Er who had just copied the guy and was about to fight.

He stopped the fan, and the flimsy paper was unscathed in front of the terrible weapon that had been stained with blood donated by countless practitioners. The flowers and birds were still lifelike, and he smiled and said: "I saw a good show when I first came to the Buddhist sect. Don't let me down."

He looked at Fang Linhe and Shen Xi, but what he said made them confused: "Forget it, for me to feel better, I will have to please that Xie family son in the future, so I might as well do it better at this time .”

The same regards magic as air.

Moxiu's cursing words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't get them out.

They were horrified to find that their spiritual power was stagnant under the folding fan, which seemed to be a plaything for the decoration of a rich man.

Lord Qianbai smiled and said, "Please don't scold me. Of course I can't beat your master. But now your master has a more powerful role to deal with. I must be a villain and bully his two soldiers and crab generals."

Not big brother, who wants to scold you?

The two demon cultivators wanted to cry but had no tears.

Knowing that they can't beat them, they still want to take advantage of it by cursing the street, are they desperate for magic repair?

It's a pity that the landlord Qianbai failed to sense their aspirations. It seemed that he had unilaterally and unreasonably made trouble to confirm this fact. He twirled his fingertips and the fan twirled.

Shen Xi and Fang Linhe looked dumbfoundedly at the thought of making a big move just now, the Demon Cultivator who would not stop demolishing half of the inner courtyard of the Buddha Sect was shattered to pieces under the fan of the Thousand Hundred Lords.

With a click, the folding fan closed again.

Between talking and laughing, ashes disappeared.

"My son sensed the aura of the white tiger in the dungeon, so I asked this question? No wonder, the Xie family has a deep relationship with Phoenix, so my son should be destined." Abbot Jiansu smiled with relief.

"Although my Buddhist sect has demonic cultivation, I have nothing to hide from my fellow practitioners. It is true that the dungeon where the prince is now was originally the place where the white tiger was buried, and it was recently rebuilt by Mo Luo."

This was something that Xie Rongjiao had guessed, so he was not surprised at first hearing it: "The abbot seems to have something to say."

"That's right, my son is smart." Seeing the common abbot sighed with lowered eyebrows, "This is an old thing, although it is embarrassing, there is no such thing as not being ugly."

"More than two hundred years ago, the Northern Desolation was in chaos, and the Buddha School was the first to bear the brunt due to its geographical location. That was the real disaster for the Buddha School. , Fazong, and Jianmen sect."

"It was in that disaster that the bones of the white tiger were lost. Although they were later recovered and sent back by the Northern Zhou Tai | ancestors, most of the white tiger's aura was lost.

The son should know that the most important thing on the white tiger bone is the white tiger's aura, and there are strange runes. At that time, my master was the abbot, and the master was worried that Moxiu would use the white tiger bone to achieve himself, so he couldn't help worrying.But he was comforted by Zhou Tai|Zu and said that nothing happened, and the person with the white tiger aura was also killed by him.

Seeing that the abbot told the truth to Xie Rongjiao, he simply confessed the truth and said, "But before Master passed away, he told me that the person with the spirit of the white tiger is clearly alive, so I should be careful. I have repeated it over and over again. After calculation, I even invited the dean of the academy to deduce the secret together, and the result is indeed as the master said."

Let the dean of the academy who is proficient in derivation and the abbot who sees the common people work together, even if the saint deliberately conceals the secret, it may not be impossible to push it out.

Xie Rongjiao spoke with difficulty: "Is it Moro?"

What happened more than 200 years ago, with the white tiger aura, jumped up to now, and the Goddess of the Western Wilderness that Jiang Jingxing mentioned from the national teacher happened to be a descendant, except for Mo Luo.

Seeing the common abbot shaking his head: "The matter of the white tiger's aura is so mysterious. I can only get a glimpse of the general idea, but not the details. But when I saw Mo Luo a few days ago, the white tiger aura on him was very weak, and I didn't want to let it happen. Omen, probably not."

"In terms of seniority, Moro should call me elder."

"If I didn't have scruples, I should be sanctified in 200 years, and Jiang Jingxing won the first place. Otherwise, why do you think Mo Luo's father would die of hatred at my hands?"

The messy past and Jiang Jingxing's chattering words flashed through his mind like a fleeting image, and finally settled in a seemingly casual conversation of the national teacher under the locust tree in Dayin Temple.

Xie Rongjiao remembered that the national teacher's eyes were bright and elegant, and the snow-white Sophora japonica flowers fell all over his shoulders, as if snow had fallen all over his head.

Xie Rongjiao's mind was buzzing, and he didn't know how to respond properly.

This speculation is absurd, if you say it, you will be laughed out of your teeth, even if it is outrageous, it will not be included in the book to attract people's attention.

But Xie Rongjiao faintly felt that it was true.

He said dryly: "Relax, maybe the person with the white tiger aura really exists in the world, but as the Northern Zhou Tai | Zu said, he has already killed that desolate demon cultivator."

The riddle was played inconsistently, and Yu Yingqiu couldn't help asking a second time: "How is your son?"

Apparently, he was mildly worried that his fight with Moxiu would damage his brain.

But the old monk seemed to understand what he meant, clasped his hands together, squinted his eyes and smiled contentedly.

He did not forget to say in his mouth: "Infinite merit, infinite merit."

Then there is only one last thing left.

"May I ask the abbot, although I can sense the breath of the white tiger, I still can't perceive the location of the white tiger bone. Where is it?"

Seeing the common abbot spread his hands innocently: "Ahem, it's not surprising that the son can only perceive the breath of the white tiger. After all, the bones of the white tiger have lived in the Buddhist sect for a long time, and after many years, there will inevitably be a strong breath left."

"As for the white tiger bone, it must have been moved back by Moro."

Wait, didn't the old monk have any reaction when Mo Luo moved back the treasure of their Buddhist sect?

Is it so Buddhist?

While staring at the bald men in disbelief, Yu Yingqiu thought that if the things guarded by her Fazong were stolen, it would be strange if she didn't run after the person who stole the things and smash his dog's head off.

Xie Rongjiao was very calm.

There is even some time to imagine that the images of the Buchou Academy, Fazong, and Jianmen have all collapsed, leaving only one Buddhist school.

Sure enough, the Bodhisattva's golden body was shining brightly for a long time, and now his family pulled him down in one breath.

The two turned back along the same road.

On the way back, Yu Yingqiu couldn't keep her mouth shut: "I don't think Senior Brother Shen and Brother Fang have ever sent us a messenger talisman, so it must be because it's very peaceful outside."

After leaving the firewood room, Xie Rongjiao was silent.

It was really peaceful.

Fang Linhe wiped his sword, Shen Xi read a book, Qianbaizhu leisurely waved his fan and drank tea with Xie Huan to reminisce about the old days. It was very different from the other side where Jiang Jingxing and Xie Ronghua saw the smell of gunpowder and almost drew their swords to fight.

He was so peaceful that he almost thought that he dragged his family over to snatch the territory of the inner courtyard of the Buddha Sect.

Although there were many people, Xie Rongjiao's eyes were always firmly fixed on Jiang Jingxing.

He thought about the scenes of meeting many, many times, and thought about sitting down and reasoning with Jiang Jingxing in a good voice; I thought about drawing the sword directly to let Jiang Jingxing know how powerful it is.

In fact, so many thoughts about Xie Rongjiao, who has always just walked his own way, crossed mountains and slashed through demons, have already explained a lot of problems.

But when he actually saw Jiang Jingxing, Xie Rongjiao didn't think about anything.

He found that he couldn't blame Jiang Jingxing.

Because Jiang Jingxing had the same philosophy as him, and they were supported by the same backbone, they were in a different place, Xie Rongjiao asked himself to do what Jiang Jingxing did.

What's more, Jiang Jingxing treated him really well, and he really liked Jiang Jingxing.

Jiang Jingxing was actually a little nervous.

After all, in front of so many people, it was a bit embarrassing for Kyushu Sixiu, who had been beaten up by his apprentice for two of his long-lost friends and a former sworn enemy, who was only one MUJI to be able to play a table of mahjong.

Immediately Jiang Jingxing thought about it again, just beat him up, anyway, this thing was done unethically, he thought, let those guys pass it on to those who should pass it on, and if they pass it on to people who shouldn't pass it on.

Then beat them up.

When is the time for retribution.

So when he saw Xie Rongjiao who was walking towards him quickly, almost bumping into his arms, he wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into his arms almost without thinking.

Xie Rongjiao closed his eyes slightly, and for the first time in a few days, he felt so at ease that he fell asleep directly.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Jingxing, who was not beaten but had an extra person in his arms, was a little embarrassed: "A Ci, do you have anything else to say?"

Xie Rongjiao thought about it seriously: "Master, you are not dead, I am very touched."

Jiang Jing was at a loss for words.

It is really the familiar and friendly Xie Rongjiao style as always.

Xie Ronghua was also very embarrassed, put down the peace knife in his hand and asked Xie Huan, "Did Buci go in the wrong direction?"

No matter how you look at it, the sister who reunited after a long absence should be more likable than the surnamed Jiang who cheated Xie Rongjiao together.

Shen Xi was even more embarrassed: "Brother Li is gone, and there is no one in his room."