Chapter 472

On the grand viewing platform of the teahouse, Mr. Ji began to talk about the trial of the white bone heavenly prison hall five years ago.

His voice was melodious, and the story was thrilling, as if he had some magical power, clutching the hearts of the listeners. Even friars Qiu and I fell into the memories of the white bone prison hall and listened attentively.

In the whole teahouse, only Mingjing has not heard of books. He stared at the monk who came in from the door. He didn't remember someone at the door before. It seemed that he appeared out of thin air in a moment. He was covered with vicissitudes and dusty, as if he had just come back from a distant place.

Until the uninvited guest walked into the teahouse and found an inconspicuous seat to sit down at will, no one in the teahouse noticed his arrival.

Except for the mirror.

What attracts the mirror is not the monk's magnificent height of nine feet, nor his vicissitudes of temperament, but his snow-white cloth robe.

"... guru Luo broke through the barrier in the white bone prison hall, and finally reached the sixth floor. He met the first genius of the young generation in the southern celestial world, known as the little monster, Tianhua palace, you Beitian! You Beitian was dressed in a fiery red Taoist robe, and guru Luo was dressed in a plain white cloth robe against the six floor desert..."

The mirror stared at the man in the cloth robe, and Mr. Ji's storytelling story sounded in his ear. He was in a trance.

Just then, the man in cloth turned his head and smiled at him, revealing a mouth of snow-white and neat teeth.

Mingjing was embarrassed and looked away with a red face.

For a long time, when he turned his head and looked again, he saw that the man in the cloth robe had been absorbed in listening to the story, and the previous vicissitudes of temperament could not be found, which suddenly became ordinary.

The mirror scratched his head and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Come on, I'm just a Taoist friend passing by and listening to books. I happen to be wearing a cloth robe. What am I thinking.

Mingjing adjusted his breathing, looked at the pale and slightly depressed master beside him, and clenched his teeth secretly.

He knew that if master hadn't blocked most of his Qi machines for him, he might have died in the world. But Shifu also suffered a great loss of strength. In order to keep the face of the sect, he insisted here.

Tianhua palace, Tianhua palace... What a nuisance!

Mingjing clenched his fist, sad and helpless.

Gradually, Mingjing was also attracted by the stories in the storyteller population.

But listen, a trace of surprise flashed in the mirror's eyes.

Not only him, but almost all the monks in the teahouse were stunned. They raised their heads and looked strangely at Mr. Ji on the grand viewing platform.

Although Mr. Ji praised guru Luo in his words, he was at least neutral and more inclined to Tianhua palace.

But suddenly, Mr. Ji didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong, and the conversation changed sharply.

"... on the sixth floor of the white bone prison hall, guru Luo defeated the little monster of Tianhua palace in the first battle without suspense. Among the thousands of white bone guards, the little monster cried for mercy and showed his ugly appearance! The little monster, like his name, killed his master and betrayed his friends without shame! He was arrogant all his life and died in the hands of a group of white bone monsters! It was karma! It should be made clear!"

"... at this time, the elders of Tianhua palace and the first batch of overseas friars entered the white bone prison hall through the transmission array! My guest, guess what happened behind? Hey hey, these two groups of unlucky ghosts, even dogs bite dogs! Kill each other! Why do they say they are unlucky ghosts... Of course, it's because they want to offend guru Luo!"

Hoo... The autumn wind in the afternoon blew from Dongguan Street, brushed the friars' necks in the teahouse, and suddenly chilled.

All the monks in the teahouse tightened their faces and looked up at the elegant room on the third floor.

The mirror also looked up, tightened his face and endured the joy of gloating.

Yu Guangzhong, Mingjing saw the nine foot cloth robed friar again. He sat out of the view of the people, drank tea quietly, and looked at the long street outside the teahouse from time to time. His eyes were far-reaching and fleeting, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Bold!"

Qiu Wu's face was stiff and didn't speak. The woman in green beside him slapped the table fiercely, got up and angrily pointed to Mr. Ji: "little ordinary people, are you tired of living? How dare you slander the immortal family!"

"Exactly!" the woman in red on one side was unwilling to show weakness. She stared at Mr. Ji with absurd eyes: "since you can know the news of the practice world, you should know how our Tianhua palace exists! Do you mean to die!"

Mr. Ji was yelled by two Tianhua palace ladies. His face turned white. He didn't know whether he was angry or afraid. He curled up like a prawn and shivered back: "old man, what did I say wrong?"

Looking at Mr. Ji's unidentified appearance, the friars in the teahouse couldn't cry or laugh.

Qiu Wu's face eased a lot. He glanced at Mr. Ji and said coldly: "storyteller. You don't say that on weekdays. You want to play with the immortal family after telling a story full of loopholes that you've heard for several days?"

"Old man, where am I playing with flower heads!" Mr. Ji raised his neck and looked wrongly at the elegant room on the third floor: "it's the fairy family. You say it's good, there's a reward. The old man said so."

Qiu Wu frowned. He vaguely realized that something was wrong, but when he saw old man Ji trembling with fear, Qiu Wu couldn't laugh or laugh and couldn't get angry.

"It's all right. My immortal family doesn't care about you. You skip all the messy jokes and tell the final outcome directly." Qiu Wu waved his big hand.

He likes to hear that "the death of guru Luo" is selfish. It can also be regarded as a way to overcome the shadow and refine the state of mind of the Tao. However, if it discredits the reputation of Tianhua palace and is sent back to the sect, he can't escape being scolded.

"Well, well, say the end, say the end."

Mr. Ji nodded hurriedly, walked slowly to the center of the grand viewing platform, straightened his waist, glowed, and regained his previous strength.

"Between heaven and earth, under the Tao, there are a large number of talents and countless heroes!"

"However, when he was born, he was famous all over the world. After his death, he was just a handful of loess and scattered over the nine abysses!"

Hearing this, Qiu Wu put down his heart and closed his eyes.

Five years ago, the man swept through the white bone prison hall like a ferocious God and galloped freely. From the elder to the ordinary disciples in Tianhua palace, he was frightened by him and regarded him as a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh. He was a great disaster like a flood and a beast from heaven!

Guru Luo Chuanluo, a genius who seemed destined to lead the trend of the times in the Tiannan region, was finally buried in the white bone heavenly prison hall.

Hum! What a genius! Finally, it's not dust to dust, earth to earth! The so-called generation of Tianjiao hasn't lived as long as me!

Qiu Wu raised his mouth, closed his eyes and showed the color of enjoyment, waiting for Mr. Ji to say the man's final end.

On the grand viewing platform, Mr. Ji's eyes were shining and his saliva was flying.

"Master Luo, with his own strength, cracked the mystery of the white bone heavenly prison hall, broke the Millennium seal of the white bone heavenly prison hall, and opened the Qingchuan Jedi! But at this time, an accident happened... What kind of accident is it? Please let Ji sell a small pass!"

"As I said before, no matter what fate we have, it is inevitable that after a thousand years and a hundred years, the dust will return to the earth! The more arrogant and domineering, the more miserable it will be!"

"Just like guru Luo..."

Speaking of this, Mr. Ji stopped abruptly.

Qiu Wu's body was shocked. He opened his eyes and stared at Mr. Ji through the curtain. His breath became thick and his face showed that he couldn't wait before the climax.

He is eager to hear those five words. Every time he hears the five words "guru Luo is dead", he can always feel that his Tao state of mind is repairing, improving and moving towards perfection. There are many strange ways of heart refining between heaven and earth. Qiu Wu's heart refining method is unique. There is no other branch.

Mr. Ji swept the crowd, flashed a cunning look in his eyes, grinned and said, "just like the enemies of guru Luo."

Qiu Wu was stunned, then his face changed dramatically, "Teng" stood up and stared at Mr. Ji fiercely.

Mr. Ji was calm and generous. He carried his right hand behind his waist and smiled faintly: "everyone thought guru Luo was dead, but he didn't know that if guru Luo could kill him, only he himself. He just went to a far place. Before leaving, he left a group of guard friars."

"This group of guard friars, one stronger and one more legendary, is known as the old devil revenge regiment."

"When the old devil revenge regiment comes out from every corner of Tiannan region and gets together, it is the time for guru Luo to return to Tiannan practice world."

As Mr. Ji talked more and more about the back, his eyes were shining and his saliva splashed.

Qiu Wu's face was green and white. He was gnashing his teeth and staring at Mr. Ji. He often wanted to interrupt, but it was ridiculous to find that he couldn't find a socket.

"... the target of guru Luo's revenge is no one else, or the initiator of the plot of the white bone heavenly prison hall five years ago, and now the overlord of the southern cultivation world... Tianhua palace!"

When the voice fell, Mr. Ji knocked down the startled wood, and there was a bang in the teahouse.

Everyone was stunned!

No one expected that Mr. Ji would say such an ending.

A group of powerful guard friars, the old devil revenge regiment... What and what? It's nonsense!

"Old man Ji, are you crazy! Who ordered you to say that! Say! Where is the person behind the scenes!" Qiu Wu flashed away and disappeared. When he appeared again, he stepped out of his tone and stood in front of Mr. Ji, with anger in his eyes.

It's taboo for practitioners to attack mortals, especially for famous schools such as Tianhua palace. Qiu Wu stared at Mr. Ji angrily and tried to put his hand down several times.

"Don't hit me... What I, I and I said is true!" old man Ji stepped back and shrunk in surprise and fear.

"You... Are you playing tricks on Ben?" Qiu Wu was about to help himself.

"What I said is true. Why don't you believe me? Guru Luo is not dead. There is really an old devil revenge group..." old man Ji repeated endlessly.

"You want to die!" Qiu Wu trembled angrily. He could feel that Tao's state of mind was cracking. The taboo of not doing anything to mortals was thrown behind him at this moment.

"Go to hell!" Qiu Wu raised his magic power and stared at old man Ji, who was close at hand.

Old man Ji screamed and was split in half by mana streamer.

The monks in the teahouse were surprised, but the two female Taoists in the elegant room on the third floor talked and smiled sweetly and were indifferent.

Soon, however, everyone noticed something wrong.

Old man Ji was split into two pieces by Qiu Wu, but he didn't shed a drop of blood.

The autumn wind is cold and blowing to the backbone of everyone.

"Why don't you believe me..."

A gloomy voice sounded from behind Qiu Wu.

Qiu Wu's scalp is numb. Yu Guangzhong, the body of old man Ji on the ground has disappeared.

Turning around quickly, Qiu Wu saw old man Ji standing straight in front of him.

Qiu Wu's face suddenly changed, and a thick fear came from his heart.

He didn't want to, so he flew away, took out his flying sword with his backhand, and shouted, "who are you?"

"Me?" old man Ji raised his head, with a cold, crazy and sombre smile on his face: "Ben Dao, the Dharma protector under guru Luo, one of the old devil revenge regiments and the father of heaven!"

When the voice fell, a group of fierce mana Qi machine jumped up from the Tianji ancestor and took a step. He appeared in front of Qiu Wu.

Qiu Wu's face was pale. He poured mana into the flying sword and tried his best.

Boom!

The master of the secret of heaven laughed wildly, split and hung with one palm. The powerful blue magic Qi wave drove down and crushed Qiu Wu into meat mud in front of everyone in the teahouse.

Turning his head, Tianji looked at the Tianhua palace maid on the third floor, licked his mouth and smiled, raised his arm and shot mana.

Before the two Tianhua palace maids could make a sound, they were smashed by the mana air wave.

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(it will be stabilized for the time being, and will be updated at the normal time tomorrow)