After the fake death, the big bosses rushed to treat me as a widow

The Pasa Kingdom worshiped Buddha, even more so as a god. The royal Buddhist courtyard was specially emptied, stored, and decorated. The king personally led the way and greeted him with the little Rakshasa.

There are layers of guards of honor and luxuries, magnificent and bright all the way.To show respect, all the palace lanterns were lit up, illuminating the palace and city as bright as day after nightfall.

Everyone was looking at him, either amazed, commented, or delighted, but Xianglifei Lu lowered his eyes, his expression didn't even change, what was left in his eyes was not indifference, but indifference.

This kind of indifference makes people dare not get close to him, and dare not disturb him, like a slow-burning fire standing on dead ashes, although his face is not old and unchanged, but he no longer has the peace and tranquility of the past, only the last ray of heat in his chest , Desperately trying to catch it, approaching a daze.

It was getting late, and sandalwood and Buddha lamps were lit indoors. The young Rakshasa stood in the courtyard, curiously asking the guardian about the situation at home: "Has the master rested?"

"I don't know, Buddha told us not to disturb."

"I asked His Majesty to order me to go in and discuss the lectures with the Buddha. I still have a treasure map of the gods and I want to show it to the Buddha first."

"Okay, you go in."

After saluting, Raksha stepped into the courtyard and knocked on the door gently: "Master, are you free now? I have some things I want to ask."

"Please come in."

Xiangli Feilu didn't leave, he was sitting in the room, making seals with his hands, still tracking Rong Qiu's location and traces.This method consumes a lot of heart and energy. As soon as Luosha entered the door, he felt a heavy and oppressive force rushing straight from the room, almost making him take a step back.

He looked into the room and saw that Xiangli Feilu slowly opened his eyes and raised his head. At this moment, a pair of magic eyes were extremely active. Under the eye shadow of the candle flame, the eyes showed a compelling scarlet color, and at this moment they revealed an almost ice-cold look. It was so cold that people couldn't help feeling terrified.

It seems that the rumors are indeed true, the Buddha has indeed entered the magic barrier.

Luo Sha stepped into the room carefully, sat down in front of Xiangli Feilu, and said cautiously: "I came here to ask if the Buddha is free to give lectures to the monks of the National Academy recently, and if he can stay for a while. It is the wish of us and His Majesty."

"Yes." Xiangli Feilu said.

No more words followed.Xiangli Feilu looked away, as if he had forgotten that there was another person here.

Raksha coughed cautiously again, and said: "...Buddha, there is one more thing. Recently, a divine soldier entered Posa City, which caused some discussions. I brought the map of the divine soldier. Do you have time to take a look? Do you agree? Is it true?"

"Come." Xiangli Feilu said.

Raksha then dedicated the picture of the divine soldier in his sleeve to him.This drawing is old and precise, with the smell of drizzle and moist mud.

There is a long sword drawn on it, the style is simple and simple, only for sharpness and stability.The only patterns are complicated and detailed spells for exorcising demons, with powerful killing power.

Xiangli Feilu only glanced at it, and said, "It's a good sword." Then he pushed back the map of the magic weapon along the table.

The time was too fast, Luosha suspected that he didn't see it clearly, he held back for a while and asked, "Is it true?"

"What's true?" Xiangli Feilu frowned slightly, "I can't tell from the weapon map, besides, I haven't seen this sword before."

Luo Sha was stunned, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, but in the end he suppressed it.

He asked in a low voice: "Buddha...has he been back to Jiang country in recent years?"

Xiangli Feilu raised his eyes to look at him, the dark red color still didn't fluctuate.

"No."

He said.

The Basuo country is located in the center of an oasis, with beautiful scenery in all seasons, and it is also the beginning of the Spring Festival, with a lot of rain and a little cold.

Between the long bluestone road and the forest outside the city, a bright and beautiful carriage was rumbling forward. The driver was dressed in coir raincoats and bamboo hats, and the royal horse was walking slowly. "Ouch".

There was nothing ordinary about this voice, the clarity of an ordinary young man, but with some laziness and innocence, people couldn't help but think of the pampered young man from an aristocratic family.

"Teacher bumped his head?" In the car, a handsome young man looked at the man and smiled, "This side is mostly paved with pebbles. If the teacher is not used to it, we will stop in front. I will ask someone to carry the sedan chair over, but it will be easy." Slow down for a few days, but not just sit and suffer."

The young man he called "teacher" obviously didn't feel anything wrong. He just stretched lazily, pulled the messy corner of his clothes, stuffed the pink and white back, and lay down wrapped in the robe again: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome. It's not good to take a sedan chair, it's too slow, and there's no fun in enjoying the scenery."

"Teacher, do you want to stay in Posuo City? How long will you stay?" the young master asked, "You are good at cultivation, and my father wanted to keep you in the mansion for a few more days. As a student, I don't have any other reasons." What can be done, from the country thousands of miles south, we can help the teacher settle down, as long as the teacher wants, we can do it."

Rong Yi thought for a while: "There's no rush, I'll stay for a few days and see. Your people don't have to follow me, I'm more at ease by myself."

"understood."

The young man gestured respectfully.

Rong Yi rested, and continued to look out of the window.

A few days ago, he went to live in the desert for a while, and ate cactus for several months. It was a pity that he really missed the taste of the fruit, so he ran to the small humid country in the south again.

In order to earn money to buy fruits, he randomly picked a few powerful and dignified families, taught their children the skills of cultivation, and quickly earned enough travel funds.

The student who accompanied him today was named Liu Yun, the second son of the prime minister. Because he was not in power, he traveled around and determined to practice.

He also heard from him that although Posuo City has no training, but because of the climate, there are colorful fruits and other kinds of delicious food, and the folk customs are also open. If you want to be happy, there are world-famous casino restaurants For people to spend a lot of money and want to be quiet, there are also countless quiet and beautiful scenery here for people to recuperate and recuperate. He is very moved.

The carriage stopped and went, getting slower and slower, Rong Yi saw more and more people outside, and couldn't help asking: "Didn't it mean that the spring business trip is not yet the most prosperous time for business travel? Why are there so many people in this weather?" People running on the same road?"

"Master, wait a moment, I will ask."

Liu Yun asked the coachman to stop the carriage, and got out of the carriage to inquire.After a while, he came back and said: "There is a Dharma conference in Posa City, and a very powerful immortal teacher came to give a lecture, so many people came suddenly. The carriage will probably move a little slower."

"That's okay." Rong Yi has been fine recently, and he often picks up a few Buddhist scriptures to read. He looked at the crowds of bald men outside, and suddenly became interested, "Which immortal teacher is it? I think I Maybe you know him."

He has been away from the heavens for a long time. Although Yue Lao and Bai Ze knew that he was not dead, they still came to him from time to time, but after all, the distance is too far, and he is still alone in the three thousand mortal worlds. It will be a little lonely.

He now knows that this is loneliness, and he is used to getting along with it.

"I heard that he is a son of Wuxiang Buddha. I have an impression of this person. He seems to have been the teacher of Jiang Guo." Liu Yun mentioned this matter and asked him, "Master, do you know Jiang Guo?"

Rong Yi raised her eyebrows and smiled, "If you mention Jiang Guo, I won't be sleepy. There are still many things I can tell you. I have a deep relationship with Jiang Guo. They are so powerful now, and they have me thanks to

"Huh?" Liu Yun has been with him for several years, and he has never heard him talk about this matter. "Master, have you ever been to Jiang Country?"

"I've been there." Rong Yi recalled it carefully, then smiled, her eyes shimmered and she looked very mysterious, "And I happen to know that Buddha very well, do you believe it or not?"

Liu Yun's eyes widened.

Before he had time to ask a question, Rong Yi leaned back, adjusted his posture, and said calmly: "But it's all in the past. Now the bridge returns to the bridge, and the road returns to the road. Let each go one way. 1000 years, really It's been a long, long time."