I use the card draw system to open the vest

Past

It is impossible for a human being to simply judge through a systematic map, and Du Yebai is aware of this.

Especially after meeting that guy like Xie Xu who looked like a traffic light, he had a clearer understanding of how the "map" is displayed.

So now he is more using this as a reference, rather than absolutely judging a person.

Every time after catching the target, Du Yebai would ask the opponent some questions with the sword in his hand in a friendly manner before making a decision.

It may be that the young man's childish and overly pale face is too deceptive, so that they can't notice how fast the sword fell to their necks just now. After Du Yebai let him go several times with good intentions, they still tried to take revenge. Well……

The result is of course—all belong to the eternal sleep.

Putting away the memories of some unpleasant things along the way, Du Yebai fell to the ground briskly.

Because, like the city where other monks gather, Lucheng is also forbidden to the sky. Du Yebai lowered his flying sword, and like other monks, walked along the main road to the gate of the city at a leisurely pace.

Although he told Lu Mujin that he would never go back, but... what does Du Yebai have to do with Lu Muqing when he went to Lucheng?

At this moment, several people from the desert where the sand and rocks were flying flashed past, and disappeared into the vibrant oasis.

Amidst the non-stop buzzing of chanting sutras, the monk who was sitting peacefully in the room arranged by someone was knocked on the door by an uninvited guest.

"Zheng-"

The piercing pierced through the paper window and went straight to the lifeblood of the throat in the room. The handsome monk who remained motionless stretched out his hand and easily grabbed the tip of the spear.

Although he pretended to be an early foundation establishment monk, he was actually a Mahayana monk, and the silver blade that gleamed coldly could not hurt him in the slightest.

The sneak attacker was not calm anymore. When he couldn't draw the weapon in his hand, he realized that this person was not something he could deal with, so he decisively dropped the weapon of his life, turned around and wanted to escape.

"Benefactor, since you have come to visit, please tell me."

The voice of the young monk rang in his ears, like a chime like jade, gentle and polite, it would have been better if his hands hadn't been clasped on his shoulders.

What……

The assailant, who was still in shock, stared at the monk who was smiling like a Buddha statue, and swallowed, as if facing an abyss, "Master... Master, I will know everything, and I will say everything! I will explain everything!"

"Not urgent……"

Xuanqiu took off the disguise on top of his head, "After all, monks don't tell lies, at least they should be honest with each other first?"

Xuanqiu (smiling): Heh, I'm bald and you still want to wear a wig?

People with bare heads not only feel that their heads are cool, but also feel that their necks are also a little cold.

If their identities are revealed, in their opinion, they may not live long even if they are destined to go back alive, unless...

He looked at Monk Xuanqiu with burning eyes, unless he was rescued by this senior. Moreover, after he faced this monk who was also named "Xuanqiu", he immediately realized that Master Xuanji's judgment might be wrong.

The outline of the young man who is as dignified as a jade statue has soft edges and corners, handsome and unassuming, the corners of his lips are gentle and smiling, his brows and eyes are full of compassion, and it seems that if there is light shining behind him, even a change of makeup and clothing will make people I feel that this is a tolerant and compassionate monk.

The more he looked at it, the more certain he became: it was definitely the reincarnation of that sage!

"Oh--"

Xuan Qiu raised his eyes, without asking him why he came here, "You seem to know me?"

"You are Master Xuanqiu, right?"

With such a demeanor, even if his appearance has changed, he can still recognize it.

Not to mention that the returned Master Xuanqiu's voice and appearance have not changed. When he was young, he once had a chance to meet Master Xuanqiu who was born with a Buddha heart. He will never admit his mistake with that special temperament that can soothe his mood!

Xuan Qiu was a little dazed looking at the staring eyes on the opposite person whose identity was revealed as a suspected monk, and he used a questioning sentence but a declarative tone, and there was even a trace of fanaticism in his eyes.

Wait, wait... It seems that the problem is not with the appearance, but with the name?

The name he chose at random... This can also hit! ?

Xuan Qiu, whose state of mind was far calmer than his body, looked even more calm, and nodded slightly to admit his identity.

He decided on the name Yan Yunzhi after looking at the inscribed name of the painting. He could understand that he was from Qiantian Pavilion; accept.

And this dharma name, which was decided by chance, perfectly fits the identity of the monk, or... the original identity, which is interesting.

He chose Monk Card and Lai Wuxiangmen to investigate the situation of Wuxiangmen. After this character card came out, there was an extra thing to investigate his identity. The name that popped up in a flash of inspiration was mysterious Ming made up for the missing corner...

It's almost like a script that's already been written, just waiting to be staged.

The problem is, as the leading actor, I don't seem to know the script and I seem to know it by heart. I can even blurt out the name of the leading actor.

Ascension Yangzong, Zuo Lu Mu, who returned to the secret space to practice, stroked his chin and thought: So the person who "written" the script was the way of heaven?still……

"Master Xuanqiu!"

The monk who was placed by Xuanqiu to sit opposite stood up and gave him a firm and loud knock, "I'm so offended, please forgive me!"

"It doesn't have to be like this," Xuan Qiu got up and helped him up, "Why don't you tell me why you came to visit?"

Whether it's accidental or a foregone conclusion, he just needs to keep going.

"Don't worry, I'm just a little novice monk from the Wuxiang Sect."

Xuan Qiu remained calm, he had stayed at Wuxiang Sect for almost two days, if the young novice monks here had a golden core cultivation, he really believed it.

But An Xin seemed to really think so, he sighed deeply, "It's a long story, 300 years after your death..."

Xuanqiu: Okay, so I died again.

In other words, should he be grateful that the birth point is not a coffin this time?

In the next two hours, An Xin made a long story short, briefly describing the fact that Wuxiangmen was secretly divided into two factions due to the dispute over Buddhism 300 years after Xuanqiu's death, and the internal friction became more and more serious, although one and a half of them were in the open and in the dark. Various glorious deeds of Master Xuanqiu are interspersed.

"The reason why I followed Master Xuanji at first was because he was your junior brother. Who knew! He actually wanted to separate from the Wuxiang Sect and form a school of his own. I want to leave..."

what?

Xuan Qiu, who was a little drowsy, was startled when he heard his tragic past. He still has a junior who lives in this world?

"Mage Xuanji, um—he stepped up—use—"

Xuan Qiu, who was still thinking about how to deal with it, turned her head and saw that An Xin, who had been talking for a while, had already vomited several mouthfuls of blood, "Needless to say... I already know."

He is very familiar with this method, but this silly boy wants to tell him that he triggers the restriction again and again, he is really...too honest.

Xuan Qiu asked him, "Where is Xuan Ji now?"

"It's in Wutongyuan," An Xin hesitated, "Master Xuanji doesn't believe in your reincarnation, he thinks you are someone who is just trying to catch fame, so he specially sent me here..."

"Besides he hasn't—"

Xuan Qiu was helpless: "You don't have to force it."

"Okay," An Xin nodded, "He already has the ambition to surpass the leader and preside over the self-reliant faction. I am afraid that even if he knows your identity, he will deny it."

Not far away from the Indus Courtyard, Xuanji stared at the direction of the Guest Courtyard with a sullen expression. Obviously, he also felt the restraint that he had just touched with peace of mind. He murmured in a low voice, with a hostile tone:

"An impostor who doesn't know how to live or die dares to use the name of senior brother. An Xin is also a waste. It's just right to die."

After all, he knows where the senior brother is now.