Young hero, please stay! !

Chapter 38 The Wind Rises

As the old voice appeared, the entire ferry was filled with a faint golden light, and even the old woman's strong death aura became lighter.

The old woman laughed ferociously, waved her sleeves, and a strong sense of death suddenly appeared in the cabin, like a wave, pushing Meng You and the others who were standing outside the door to the deck!

The death aura was so rich and powerful that even Meng You from the fifth floor and the warriors from the sixth floor were unable to stop them. They only felt a burst of powerful force and appeared on the deck in the blink of an eye. !
"Amitabha."

An old voice came to his ears, and an old monk with white hair and beard slowly stretched out his hand. There was a flash of golden light, and Meng You and the four of them stood on the deck unscathed.

The old monk clasped his hands together, with a solemn Dharma behind him. It was an eight-armed Buddha. The golden light shone on the Dharma, and he walked like a lotus. There was a huge chanting sound on the calm river, just like the Western Buddhist country, with golden sutras soaring into the sky. Above, there are water ghosts who have been in the Duhua River for who knows how long.

Just this vast breath makes people breathless. Whether it is the old woman just now or this old monk wearing ordinary monk robes, they are both among the top figures in the world.

The old woman fell from the sky and landed slowly on the deck. She seemed to find the people next to her a bit annoying, so she simply activated her ghost energy and made those people sleep.

The old woman didn't take the Buddha-like old monk seriously at all, and said with a ferocious smile: "What a Lord of the Lotus World, why do you want me to re-enter reincarnation today?"

The old monk clasped his hands together and looked pious: "Amitabha, Aunt Bai, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The old woman who had already gained a huge reputation didn't waste much time talking, she just flew out of the ferry and stepped into the river!
The old monk silently recited a line of Amitabha, then tiptoed towards the river.

As soon as the two stepped forward, the turbulent river water suddenly stagnated. Only when the two people settled on the river surface did they resume their running momentum.

The old woman showed no mercy, ghosts spurted out from behind, and she kicked the old monk in the chest!
The old monk lowered his head and glanced at the straw sandals he had knitted by himself. They were motionless and looked solemn.

The old woman missed a single blow and retreated three times. Without any signs of fatigue, she jumped to the center of the river. With a flick of her toes, she picked out a water column as thick as a bucket. She stabbed forward sharply with her water sword. The person followed behind the sword. The old monk raised his head slightly and raised his hand. He raised an arm, covered his hand with his big sleeve, and covered it with a demon-subduing seal. The water sword fiercely hit the monk a foot away. It was like an egg hitting a stone, shattering into pieces, and spraying water all over the sky. The old woman didn't know that it was difficult. He retreated, and even used the dead baby in his arms to break the old monk's demon-subduing seal.

The old monk couldn't bear to do it and looked sad.

Unexpectedly, the old monk's eyes were filled with tears. His eyes were no longer turbid, but as clear as a spring. His hands were clasped behind his back. In a few breaths, his appearance had changed for decades in the blink of an eye. Just a moment ago, he was still an old monk. Now, He turned into a young monk with beautiful features, but his eyes had the vicissitudes of love like a man's.

"Aunt Bai, you are old."

The old woman just responded with a sneer.

The monk named Chang Shui looked down at his cassock and fell into deep thought.

"If I had not entered Buddhism, would you have left Zhou Mubai?"

The old woman said calmly: "Never."

The ghost baby floated behind her and slowly opened its dark eyes.

The monk lowered his head and smiled bitterly, raised his hand and borrowed a sword from a dead attendant. He held the sword across his chest and flicked his finger. The sound was not in front of him, but came from the sky, "I didn't enter Buddhism back then. I traveled the world with swordsmanship, but lost only once to Zhou Mubai in 30 years. From then on, I gave up swordsmanship and practiced self-cultivation, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name every day."

The monk looked at the old woman who had lost her former grace, with gentle and intoxicating eyes.

"You and I were already engaged. Back then you said you wanted to see the Sword Immortal with your own eyes. That time it was half a decade too late, and this time it was a whole thousand years too late."

The old woman's expression finally became more solemn. The only time he was angry when he was young was the day she and the fetus in her belly died.

On that day, a hilltop was cut off from Mount Juxu, which accounted for half of the world's martial arts movement.

There was finally a hint of fluctuation in the old woman's eyes: "I betrayed you back then, why are you still so stubborn?"

The old monk shook his head and smiled: "I don't have any extravagant hopes in this life."

"Then you still want to stop me?"

"I don't want you to commit murder again."

The old woman put away the Dharma sign, waved her hand and said: "I won't fight, I won't fight. I can't beat you, so why ask for trouble."

The monk smiled and said, "Good."

The old woman looked at the four people standing on the deck and said softly: "You can follow me into Xiangyang."

The old monk, who had returned to his old appearance, nodded slowly.

The old woman looked strange: "Back then, I betrayed you, you betrayed her, she betrayed Zhou Mubai, and Zhou Mubai betrayed me. It is true that reincarnation is so easy in heaven, and no one has a good outcome in the end." The old monk whispered Amitabha.

"Are you really willing to meet her? She made such a big fight just because of me. I never thought that you would actually come from the Lotus World."

The two returned to the deck, and the ferry sailed down the river without any hindrance.

The old monk withdrew his magical power and looked at the four people with a kind expression: "There have been talented people from generation to generation, but today's world is no longer as sluggish as it was back then."

The four of them looked at each other. They had all witnessed the battle between the old monk and the old woman with their own eyes. It could be said that it was comparable to the power of God.When such a person talks to me, I don't know how to respond.

The old monk was not annoyed and asked softly: "Looking at your level, you guys also came to Xiangyang to find an opportunity?"

The four of them were stunned and looked confused.

The old monk also saw the clues, smiled slightly, and took out three lotus flowers with golden light from his arms: "We are destined to meet each other. I have three tokens to give to the three little friends. If the three little friends find out when they arrive in Xiangyang, If you encounter something interesting, just go there with these three tokens."

The three of them accepted the lotus flowers given by the old monk and thanked them with gratitude.

The old monk had a kind face, and after whispering a few words to the old woman, the two flew out of the ferry and headed straight to Xiangyang!

The Jianghu Ranger fiddled with the golden lotus in his hand, his eyes shining brightly: "My dear! This is a treasure! I never thought that I could meet the legendary Lord of the Lotus World! He is one of several Buddhas in Buddhism!"

Meng You and the little Taoist priest didn't know the reason, but they just felt that the lotus in their hands exuded waves of peace.

"That senior said there is an opportunity in Xiangyang City, do you know?" Meng You asked.

The Jianghu Ranger shook his head and said softly: "I have vaguely heard about it. It is said that there is a relic of a certain senior in Xiangyang City. It will only be opened once every sixty years. Famous sects in the world will send disciples to seek opportunities, but they are all I’ve heard that I’ve never seen him before.”

Meng You nodded, looking nonchalant.

Zhou Baikang looked surprised: "Why, you don't care about such a huge opportunity?"

Meng You smiled and shook his head: "I don't have any other advantages. I just have a big heart and know what should be my own and what shouldn't be my. I am just a commoner with a flat head. Do I really expect this kind of thing?" Can such a huge opportunity fall on my head?"

Zhou Baikang had a look of admiration on his face: "Brother, you are not as big-hearted as an ordinary person. Anyway, senior said that he should go and see when he wants to go. When we go to Xiangyang, let's go shopping casually. Why don't we stop by and see the excitement?"

Meng You hesitated.

His original idea was to go straight to Xijian City. There was no place he had to go to except Rouge County along the way.

Xie Gou walked out of the cabin, walked to the railing, took off his pants and started to release the water.

The young man is full of fire and never stops under the torrent.

Xie Gou, who was still immersed in sleep, had no idea what he was doing now, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Go! You'll definitely make some money!"

After saying that, Xie Gou staggered into the cabin again.

Several people were stunned.

Zhou Baikang gave a thumbs up and said in amazement: "Brother, your brother is really a ruthless person!"

Meng You also looked dumbfounded. He did not expect that Xie Gou would have the habit of sleepwalking.

Meng You?Sleepwalking?
The name is the same.

Meng You smiled and suddenly remembered a joke made by the third master of the Little Sage Village.

Xie Gou follows his instructions.

A gust of river wind blew by, which was biting and cold.

Somehow, Meng You always felt that if he really went to Xiangyang this time, something big would happen.

(End of this chapter)