What is the most surprising thing about an ancient monk who carries a giant fish with him
that fish
No, it's the gourd that holds the fish.
Nan Hongzi looked at the blue gourd in surprise. He heard Shi Feng and Chen He talk about the South China Sea. This big gourd, which looks like it can only be poured into a pot of soup, has a sea-devouring beast inside
Every monk has a storage bag, but even if it is a storage magic weapon, it cannot put living things.
It can put living creatures, and it is such a huge monster, even if the monster will become bigger and smaller, the storage magic weapon will not be recognized, as long as it goes in, it must be restored to its original shape, otherwise anyone can make things smaller and stuff it into the storage. There will be no shortage of space in the lower-tier storage bag - this magic weapon, no, this must be a fairy!
Yang Xinyue slowly re-wrapped the gourd into the felt robe. When he carried it diagonally, he gained a lot of weight. If he didn't wrap it in the felt robe, it would be like a gourd the size of a seven-year-old child. Everywhere will be looked at.
If this is an immortal weapon, it would be reluctant for a cultivator to use it to hold things, and it would not even be able to add blindness.
Nan Hongzi couldn't help feeling sympathy: fish are not easy to raise!
"Eat a lot every time." Nan Hong looked at the still struggling gourd.
Yang Xinyue disagreed: "You don't need to eat, just let it sleep."
"… "
The world is difficult, and it is not easy to be a fish.
Nan Hongzi changed his position to the fish, and a new emotion emerged.
Probably because the meaning of his eyes was too obvious, Yang Xinyue had to cough lightly: "The food it likes to eat has become extinct with the shattering of the ancient wilderness, and there is nowhere to find it. Even its blood relatives, there is only one left. Or the ancient wilderness did not have the monster cloud-swallowing whale that mutated later, and the cloud-swallowing whale only eats shrimp."
It's all starving!
Only those guys who put down their dignity and swallowed the shrimp survived.
Nan Hongzi smacked his lips, in awe of the cycle of this world.
Yang Xinyue held the gourd and said casually, "Don't mind, Xiaotun has been making a fuss all the way, it's not because he smelled your mutton soup."
Nan Hongzi looked down at the crock where only the soup was left, and used chopsticks to fish out the mutton shank.
"This is Luoyang mutton soup. Pindao once studied at a mutton shop in Luoyang for many years. Since becoming a monk, he has not cared about his diet. I have never tasted this authentic taste anywhere else. I didn't expect—"
Once the body was disintegrated, and when he became a mortal Qu Hong, he only felt that there was nothing more delicious than the Luoyang mutton soup that was the deepest memory.
Yang Xinyue glanced at Nan Hongzi casually, and found the clue: "Are you taking the house?"
Nan Hongzi said bluntly: "I should have been looking for a newborn baby who was born or lost his soul before birth, but the time was delayed. When I found this child, he lost his way and died of starvation. It's hard to fly so high."
"yes?"
Yang Xinyue asked subconsciously, and immediately realized that Nan Hongzi was just talking. He didn't worry about such a thing at all, and immediately said, "Are you from Luoyang?"
As the suzerain of the Nanhe Sect 8,000 years ago, Luoyang and Xiangyang treated him no differently.
But his spirit was reincarnated into this world, and he happened to be a native of Luoyang.
It’s just that I was too young to leave my hometown. I have long forgotten what to eat in Luoyang. I only remember that the Luo family is a flower farmer. The peony sold every year is enough for a family of ten to chew on, but the good times didn’t last long. He owed too much debt and ended up selling several children.
Most of the monks in the East China Sea were found by Liang Yange from all over the world and sold to the South China Sea in the East China Sea.
The person who was reincarnated by Yang Xinyue's spirit was no exception.
Hundreds of years have passed, and nothing can be found, but it is exempt from the worldly involvement.
"Pin Dao was born in Luoyang, before he became a monk...cough, when he was young, he worked in a mutton soup shop." Nan Hongzi didn't even tell Shi Feng.
The world only knows about Nan Hongzi's self-enlightening deeds, and only that he was a general of the previous dynasty.
But no one was born to be a general. The Shi family had a prominent surname in Guanzhong. That was later. In their early years, they were in Luoyang, Guandong. No matter how big the family is, there are more than a dozen poor relatives. Those who can't get enough to eat have to go out to find work, and they can't rely on their female relatives to do needlework.
When the army was in chaos, the imperial court recruited soldiers, went door-to-door to check the household registration, and left if anyone was involved.
After many years of fighting and killing in the frontier, the generals on the frontier died faster than those sent by the imperial court, and the children of nobles and noble families did not dare to go here. head.
"Really? You have an aura of killing, but you can't hide it from my eyes." Yang Xinyue sharply pierced through Nan Hongzi's unfinished words, "As far as I know, nothing major has happened in the cultivation world for hundreds of years. "
"Sect Master Yang's words are bad. Three hundred years ago, there was a disaster of changing the dynasty. Recently, chaos has arisen in the cultivation world. Seeing that it is a catastrophe that swept across China, how can it be said that there is nothing wrong."
Yang Xinyue said coldly: "Thousands of people you have killed... No, you have seen the lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of people, this kind of killing spirit has penetrated into your soul. The ancient wilderness has been broken for many years, and now you are cultivating your true self. How can there be so many monks in the world?"
Nan Hongzi paused: "So, so is the Sect Master?"
"The ancient desolate monsters are infested with endless births and annihilation. How can my cultivators not kill and add themselves?" Yang Xinyue was indeed willing because Nan Hongzi seemed to have something in common with the ancient desolate cultivators. Stop and say these words more.
"In addition to monsters, there are also gods."
Nan Hongzi's words made Yang Xinyue change color suddenly: "You—"
"The ancient wilderness is not torn apart by monsters."
Nan Hongzi leisurely picked up the crock pot and started drinking the mutton soup without anyone else.
The soup was delicious, and after a long while he sighed contentedly: "I forgot about the poor way, when the sect master was alive, Gu Huang was still fine!"
Hit people without slapping their faces, and expose people without exposing shortcomings.
Nan Hongzi embarrassed Yang Xinyue like this, but Yang Xinyue's face was ashen, but he was very calm, neither rebuking nor refuting. This disappointed a certain Taoist priest who was trying to find out why a Nanhe suzerain came to this point.
"I seem to remember the saying in today's world that Taoists are monks and don't eat meat and fish?" Yang Xinyue said gloomily.
"Oh!"
Nan Hongzi waved his hand casually in an angry tone: "I do this Taoist casually, and there is nothing to prove my status as a monk. Sect Master Yang probably doesn't know, in this world, monks and Taoist priests need to be saved before they count. A real monk and a real Taoist priest, everything else is fake and cheating."
"… "
Nan Hongzi put away the clay pot and chopsticks, put his hands behind his head as a pillow, and just lay down against the wall, still muttering something in his mouth: "Pindao will not disturb the important affairs of the sect master, the wind and sand will not change, and the mutton will not be changed. , there will be an expiry later.”
The South China Sea was so far away from the border, and Yang Xinyue came all the way, obviously something happened.
No matter what, Nan Hongzi was not interested.
- The former suzerain of the Nanhe Sect symbolizes the troubles of heaven.
Before life, after death, pile after pile.
As a result, Yang Xinyue did not leave, and sat still: "Is this where I want to come?"
Nan Hongzi opened his eyes in surprise and repeated in disbelief, "Here?"
What can attract Yang Xinyue to a desolate abandoned city outside the customs? Can there be any treasures
It was not until the sun set and the ruins fell into darkness that Yang Xinyue said slowly, "Eight thousand years ago, this was the residence of Nanhezong."
"… "
Nan Hongzi had an intuition that the other party was lying, and then he thought of one thing, could it be—
"This city, as well as under the wasteland dozens of miles away, has intricate secret passages. It is very long ago. I don't know who built it. It is very strong. Is this what the Nanhezong left behind?"
Yang Xinyue frowned: "So, didn't you pass by here?"
The remnants of thousands of years ago have sunk into the ground, and the place is barren, how can ordinary people find it.
Nan Hongzi laughed embarrassingly, lest Yang Xinyue say that there is a treasure here, a secret treasure of the Northern Mystery, and he has been tossed to seize the house and start again, and he will not be able to ascend, and another one will really kill him.
Fortunately, Yang Xinyue just looked at the extinguished fire in a trance and didn't delve into this issue.
"It's called Nanhezong, I'm afraid it's in the south, this is the north—" Nan Hongziyin didn't elaborate, the ancient wasteland was broken, and what remained was only a small part of the land back then, the bitter cold outside the Great Wall, buried below The dilapidated stone road that was left behind turned out to be the ruins of the ancient Cultivation Sect, which was really unexpected.
Nanhezong lost, the ruins of the sect, not a single thing remained.
Only the stone road remains...
"At least it's still there. If there is an ancestor of the Beixuan faction, they won't even be able to find their hometown!" Nan Hongzi said disapprovingly.
It was completely destroyed three thousand years ago. Some people can't wait to dig three feet in the ground to find treasures, and the mountains can be leveled.
"Hmph." Yang Xinyue had obviously heard of this, and he just hummed coldly and didn't say anything mean about the fate of his old rival.
As the sun sets, the sound of horse hooves and human voices can be heard from the end of the wasteland in the dark night.
A passing caravan is facing the ruins that can cover the wind and sand. It used to be a tall city, and the remaining city wall is still a resting place for many people.
"Sect Master, please, the poor man still has money and can live, so he doesn't need to meet people."
Nan Hongzi said with a long laugh, and he disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Yang Xinyue did not say a word, cast a blindfold on himself at will, and found a high place to sit alone.
At this time, he saw the caravan leading the horses into the city, and the torches they held illuminated the mottled and blurred words above the remaining doorway of the city wall: Yuling Pass.
****
Holo pie.
The smoke disappeared, and the sleepy Taoists suddenly woke up again.
"Master, can you gain something?"
"What did Tianji say?" They eagerly approached the offering table, very curious about the lesser-known Mahayana monk.
Master Chixuan's eyes were straight, and several elders thought that something had happened to him, and almost recalled the primordial spirit to the head.
"Look, I saw it, but the secret is puzzling." The real Chixuan looked tangled.
All the Taoists asked in unison, "How do you say that?"
"...Saw a hot pot of mutton soup."