C296 Time to go back

"Charm Art …" I understood instantly. Cultivating bewitching arts may not require a woman to interact with a man. At the same time, I believe that the Lei Family would marry a woman with a bad reputation. Even if that woman has a great power behind her, the Lei Family cannot afford to lose her. However, to a man, the reputation of having a wife who practices bewitching arts was not pleasant to the ears!

It was a very simple example. If a woman practiced bewitching arts, it would be nothing to worry about if a man could watch her in groups of three or five or even take turns. However, when that woman became his wife …

After lamenting about his changing fate, Lei Renyao started to probe the situation that we encountered in White Miao Village from head to toe. Zheng Wuxie and I had a tacit understanding of each other. Deep in the mountain, there were good mountains and good waters. A group of hospitable people invited us to watch a lot of programs and also brought us for sightseeing. They were extremely happy. As for the Gu King, what were they? What does she look like? Who the hell would know about this? Furthermore, I seriously told Lei Renyao that if we really saw the appearance of the Gu King, then we would have to look for him in the Underworld.

Lei Renyao thought about it, and probably felt that what I said was extremely logical. After all, that Gu King is the White Seedling's precious baby. Whoever wants to move that thing must be the White Seedling's mortal enemy. There's no reason for us to do anything to the Gu King.

After thinking it through, everyone's conversation became cheerful once again. In such a cheerful atmosphere, I had someone make a table for everyone to eat and drink and talk. The wuzhong's sour fish is very famous, if they didn't come here to taste the authentic sour fish, it would be a crime against them.

As a result, everyone slowly drank too much and started to shout with flushed faces and red ears. As for the little girl, she was even more clueless. Therefore, Lei Renyao once again set his sights on Zheng Wuxie and I, and praised the Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle that was leaning on the side, and asked me about the origins of the Demon Fighter Pestle.

I told him that the Ling Tu and the little brat were both brought out from the mountains by someone entrusted to us. As for the Demon Fighter Pestle, when we first left the mountain, we met a wandering monk who was in a dire situation. The wuzhong people were heartless and almost starved to death by the monk, and when we gave the monk a pot of dog meat, he was willing to pay us the Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle as food.

Gradually, everyone was drunk. Lei Renyao left in a hurry, and when we sent him out and closed the door, Zheng Wuxie and I looked at each other and smiled. We couldn't see anything in each other's eyes.

"With your acting skills, it's already a waste for a little gold person like you to be so good." Zheng Wuxie smiled and said a few words to me. Seeing that it was getting late, I called Li Houcheng and Shen Ao to gather four people to fight a few mahjong on the table. Shen Ao, the guy with the superb hidden weapon.

In the middle of the night, in my room, the Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle restlessly started to move about, causing me to be unable to sleep well. I cursed a few times in annoyance, but to no avail. Ever since the small black cloth absorbed the soul of the dragon Gu, it has truly become a piece of rag, it no longer calls out, and when I put it on the Demon Subduing Pestle, it's no different from a piece of rag.

"I'm kneeling for you, can we be quiet and let me sleep!" The Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle has been buzzing all this time. Originally, when I had leaned it against the wall, it had already run to the center of the room by itself. The aura emitted from its body was completely evil, without even a hint of buddhist treasure. If not for the Kitigarbha Bodhisattva that appeared in the illusory world, I really want to use the bench and smash it on its head.

The demonic aura that the Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle was emitting was getting stronger and stronger, to the point that by the time I could react, it was already affecting my consciousness, and was unceasingly stimulating the dark side that was hidden in my heart. This caused me to turn pale with fright. I hurriedly used the power of the Earth Flower to protect my mind, but the Demon Fighter Pestle was really fierce. Even the Earth Flower was continuously being corroded by it at this moment. Adding on the previous time when I signed the black yellow contract, this is already the second time that I have received damage from the Earth Flower. This is completely different from what I imagined the Earth Flower to be. Flowers bloom in the buddhist gate is the achievement of Bodhisattva Fruit? I thought to myself, This Bodhisattva is really weak.

Just when I was considering whether I should retreat from the house and temporarily hide, the shadow of a black-faced monk has already appeared beside the Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle. This cliff is the Kitigarbha Bodhisattva that I saw in the environment back then, and it just became an African species!

Ksitigarbha's devil nature! This thought suddenly welled up in my mind. This monk was completely devilish. He was as different as heaven and earth from Ksitigarbha in the illusory world. At that time, Ksitigarbha's body was filled with an endless buddhist aura.

When I thought about how the Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle was always unsettled at night, but did not cause a ruckus during the day, I was even more sure of my guess. The night was the time when negative energy was at its peak. The sunken Yin Qi did not suppress the evil element on the Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle, but instead made it more powerful.

Fortunately, it wasn't just me who was dissatisfied with the Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle. The bag I placed on the table also suddenly exuded a serene aura and the rusty mirror I put inside seeped out from my bag under this kind of light. Yes, it seeped out, I saw it correctly. From illusion to reality, it didn't do any damage to my backpack.

A small mirror actually had its own consciousness. Its surface was completely rusted and extremely smooth, clearly reflecting everything in front of it, including me who was standing beside the bed wearing only my boxer shorts.

The mirror continued to grow bigger, until it was the same size as a Demon Fighter Pestle. The seven steps of the staircase held a mirror in front of the African Kitigarbha Bodhisattva, and the endless dark light began to revolve, turning into a vortex that could swallow everything in its path. The evil mirror once again appeared in the mirror, releasing a force that made people unable to resist it.

I saw with my own eyes that Kitigarbha of Africa completed a perfect transformation between the various races. His skin turned slightly yellowish, but compared to his appearance in the illusions, it lacked a lot of Buddhism. Even the eye at the back of his head remained closed. Actually, the person in front of him right now didn't look like a Buddha, but more like an ordinary human.

Kitigarbha, with his white crown, stood at the bottom of the seven steps. He nodded towards the mirror on the seven steps, and his shadow became blurry as it merged with the Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle.

Help! The Demon Fighter Pestle fell to the ground, making a crisp sound when it touched the floor, and the room quieted down. The evil looking mirror also received its light, turning into a palm sized mirror and dropping onto the ground. The sound it produced was like a lump of dirt, and the sound it made was very muffled.

These two things are my lord! Feeling helpless, I had no choice but to put on my underpants and lean the Demon Fighter on the wall again. I put the mirror back into my backpack and quickly hid under the blanket to catch up on my sleep. It was fortunate that the temperature of the wuzhong was relatively high. If it was in Chang'an or Weicheng, it would be very cold to hang on to a thread during this cold spring season.

After leaving Chang'an, this was the most comfortable night to sleep on. Although the bed was a bit hard, it was still better than sleeping on the ground every now and then. This was an extreme pleasure.

The biological clock had already opened my eyes, and a group of men in the courtyard were using their own methods of training. Fan Cunhu was unceasingly practicing to correct the movements and direction of his own blade, and there were two men standing beside him looking at him with a serious expression.

Li Houcheng is leaving early in the morning, Shen Ao is accompanying him, he told me that everyone wants to come together to discuss things, and asked if I want to go, which I rejected. Furthermore, this time, Li Houcheng came to the wuzhong with a completely different identity. Other than Zheng Wuxie and Zheng Ping, no one knew where Li Houcheng came from. And I don't want to get involved with those aristocratic families right now.

From this trip to wuzhong, I can see that there are many things. The relationship between aristocratic families and families is just like a mud puddle, as long as I step in, it would be even harder to pull it out than to ascend to heaven! Furthermore, they would face endless troubles.

As the saying goes, one day's work is in the morning, and one day's work is in the morning. Thus, under a series of puzzled and astonished gazes, I hit the Longevity Fist thrice in an extremely flashy manner, and even infused the power of the Earth Flower into it to affect everything around me. When I finished this morning of planning, I immediately went back to my room to continue sleeping. After sleeping for a while, I woke up at noon with all sorts of sweet dreams.

Li Houcheng still hasn't returned, I told the families that I brought with him, and immediately brought Fan Cunhu and the others and ran towards the official city, the matters here have already been settled, it is time to return to Chang An, as for the major matters that will happen in wuzhong next? What the hell does this have to do with me? The sky is falling and there's a tall one supporting it. I'm not that tall anyway, so I can just hide behind people and enjoy peace. Not to mention that my thoughts don't have spirit, my spirit isn't in this direction. The current me is beginning to think about many things related to the Chang'an City, about the matter of me promising Bai Qiangwei, about the verdure being at their house, and about those bastards who had plotted against me in the other rooms of the Zheng Family. And … Li Xianglan... With the verdure here, what I didn't expect was that I would actually see the figure of the Phoenix Jade before I did, this is a huge matter.

And what happened to me when I was a kid? I felt like I had become a curious baby, and when would I become the cat who was killed by curiosity?