Immortal Voices

Chapter 940: return

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After Rong Xian left Wuxin Sect, she turned her head and headed towards Niehai Bodhi Mountain.

In the Buddha's residence on Mount Bodhi, the ruthless and lustless Buddha is conscientiously wiping the golden body of the Buddha statue. His eyes are clean, the corners of his mouth are smiling, and his every move has a Zen meaning that makes people unpredictable and smiling.

At this moment, he heard a pleasant sound of the piano, the rhythm of the piano was crisp and pleasant, and it was endless.

Buddha: This seems to be my violin that was stolen.

His temples were throbbing, and there was always an ominous premonition.

After waiting for a while, the Buddha still couldn't hold back, and quickly left the temple and walked towards the sound of the qin, and then he saw Rong Xian who was sitting on the seaside and playing the qin.

The Buddha's heart skipped a beat, he walked slowly to Rong Xian, and calmly said, "Amitabha, long time no see, Your Majesty, are you okay?"

Rong Xian rested her cheek with one hand, plucked one hand on the strings, and replied nonchalantly, "Does the little monk look like I'm fine with my sad face?"

The Buddha bit his head and asked: "His Majesty just returned is a happy event, and the domestic worries have been cleaned up by His Majesty. The little monk can't think of His Majesty's troubles."

This evil star has just returned from nowhere, intact, and the story of Rongguo's Red Sea Treasures has been spread all over, that is, Emperor Xu used some means to kill the thieves who rebelled first.

But the point is not what Emperor Xu's methods are, but that this fellow has already gone back, why not stay in Rongguo to deal with the affairs of the state, but come to the Western Pole Continent instead.

The Buddha always felt that something was not right. After all, the Western Antarctic continent has not been peaceful in recent years. I just hope that Emperor Xu is not here to make trouble.

At this time, he heard Rong Xian sigh lightly, her tone was intimate and she said with hatred for being steely: "I have no choice but to come to the Western Pole Continent, this is not my territory, and I am not used to staying there. But my teacher Here, there is a little trouble, and I have to come here to clean up the mess."

Buddha: "... eh? Teacher?"

He seems to have never heard that Emperor Xu has a teacher. Is this teacher referring to those ministers of Rongguo or who

Buddha's heart is like a cat's claws scratching.

He pondered: "Does your Majesty want to seek help from Buddhism?"

Rong Xian nodded and said in a sincere tone: "This matter needs to be resolved, it must be Buddhist."

The Buddha thought for a while, and felt that Emperor Rong Guoxu's favor was quite worthwhile, but he didn't take it all in. Who knew that Emperor Xu would throw him a big hole.

"If your majesty is willing, you might as well talk about what it is." The Buddha said cautiously.

Rong Xian sat up straight, put both hands on the piano, and answered in a vague voice, "I heard that your house has a mirror."

The Buddha's heart froze: "It's not our family, it's the little monk's sect. There are many mirrors in the sect. I don't know which piece your majesty is talking about?"

The word 'mirror' was too sensitive, so he had to be vigilant.

Seeing his serious appearance, Rong Xian moved her eyebrows slightly and sighed slightly, "I didn't believe that the teacher still loves me very much at this time."

Otherwise, why would you give such a precious thing to her

Of course, the transfer of firepower is also by the way.

The Buddha had a question mark on his forehead, and felt that he couldn't spit out the sigh of relief in his chest.

Is this the so-called 'anger'

Amitabha, he was again teased by Emperor Xu to violate the precepts.

But the problem is that he can't calm down, anyone who talks to Emperor Xu like this will be mad at him.

It is really difficult for Emperor Xu to communicate. When he talks, he hits a hammer in the east and a hammer in the west. There is no causal relationship between the previous sentence and the next sentence. Unless she wants to, you have no idea what she's trying to say.

The Buddha took a deep breath and conceded defeat: "What does your majesty want to say?"

Rong Xian said with kindness: "The teacher gave me a gift, which is said to be a Buddhist mirror. Since the Buddha said that you have a lot of mirrors in Buddhism, you probably won't care about this one, right?"

The Buddha had a bad feeling in his heart: "What is the name of the mirror?"

Rong Xian smiled subtly and shyly, and replied crisply, "No sign."

The Buddha's eyes were black, and he was really hammered. It was their treasure of the town.

This thing will actually be in the hands of Emperor Xu!

He forced a smile and asked tentatively, "The phaseless mirror is something of my Buddhist school. I wonder if His Majesty Emperor Xu can return it?"

Rong Xian glanced at him in surprise: "What nonsense are you talking about, this phaseless mirror is a treasure given to me by the teacher, it's my thing. If you touch your lips, you will make me return to Buddhism. It's a dream."

Buddha: "..." Although he guessed that he might not get back the phaseless mirror, he didn't expect Emperor Xu's words to be so piercing.

The Buddha quickly turned the bead on his neck, lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and said, "Is there a condition for your majesty? As long as it does not violate the Buddhist rules and regulations, the Buddhists will do their best to help, as long as your majesty will leave the mirrorless mirror."

Rong Xian's eyes swept across his face, and then he spoke calmly: "I am Emperor Rong Guoxu, one of the most powerful and powerful people in the world. When it's time for help, as long as you are #shanglai# it's enough for me, don't try to be a disservice."

She asked suspiciously, "So who gave you the confidence that your Buddhists can help me?"

Buddha's son: It's really itchy for people who don't have enough oil and salt.

"Then what is your Majesty here today?" The Buddha sighed and asked helplessly.

As for flipping? He really has no confidence, as long as he is a Buddhist, no one can compare to the madness of Emperor Xu.

"Didn't I say it? The teacher gave me a mirror, which I think is pleasing to the eye. I'm here to let you know." Rong Xian's eyes seemed to look at the space behind the Buddha, domineering even Unreasonable, "This is my teacher's intention. Since the mirror is already mine, don't think about going back. As for the teacher..."

She said confidently: "If you have the ability, you can conquer him and let him personally find me to take back the Wuxiang Mirror. Oh, by the way, my teacher is the Wuxin Sect Sect Master that you have been chasing recently. He is my mentor and teacher. My teacher in Xiaoqianjie."

After habitually pitting Ji Shu, Rong Xian remembered that she had a good time with Ji Shu this time, and Ji Shu even gave her a gift.

So Rong Xian picked up #Respect Teacher Chong Dao again and decided to give the teacher a talisman: "After you know who he is, you should be careful when you strike. I don't think you will deliberately kill or maim my teacher. You're angering me, right?" Rong Xian's eyes were not sharp at the corners of her brows, but she looked forward to the flight of God, making people forget the world.

But the Buddha will not think that this is just talking, think about the three kingdoms of Zhao, Jiang, and Jin in the past, and then think about the aristocratic family that is being wiped out...

"Emperor Xu, this is the Western Pole Continent. You are threatening us from our boundary." In the void, Master Wugou finally couldn't help standing up.

Rong Xian's face sank, and she said coldly, "Threat? If my two old friends were not here, I would have sent troops to the Western Pole Continent. Where would it be your turn to bargain."

She sighed in an unwavering tone: "Heaven has no eyes—" She always gives you nasty ways to survive.

Heaven:?

The new book has been reviewed and is waiting to be signed. The publication time is estimated to be at the beginning of September. It is called "Spring Mountain Laughing". .

(End of this chapter)