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Chapter 116 The World Is Unpredictable (Please Subscribe)

In the Daozang Hall of Jinhuai Mansion, in an independent private room on the second floor.

Wang Ping is looking through the books collected by Daozang Hall that record some history, humanities and biological evolution in ancient times. Some of them are translated versions, some are the discovery of new records, and some are for practitioners who are interested in ancient ruins. Information collected after the Chishi expedition.

Daozang Hall also has a special exchange point for this kind of information to stimulate the monks' desire for exploration and archaeology.

These materials record many biological skeletons discovered in ancient times. Some have the same energy field as the skeletons under Whitewater Lake, while others are just ordinary bones.

When Wang Ping was flipping through the information, Yu Lian was lying on his shoulder, staring at the contents of the book with a pair of vertical pupils curiously. As for Hu Qianqian, she was reading a book of notes from the previous dynasty. The body that was sitting neatly was leaning on the armrest of the chair at some point, and his feet were still swaying back and forth.

Two hours later.

Wang Ping finally saw a record similar to the skeleton at the bottom of Baishui Lake. This was discovered by an inbound monk in the sea east of Haizhou Road. More than fifty skeletons were found at one time, all of them in a giant deep pit on the seabed. .

The imported monk also roughly drew the general appearance of the species based on the skeleton, and the portrait of the giant creature at the bottom of the lake looked like a giant bird, but its head resembled a giant snake, with six eyes, four wings, and four legs. .

There are some elements here that are imaginary. The four wings and four legs are inferred based on the shape of the skeleton. The bird's body is probably correct, but the giant snake's head and six eyes are purely random drawings.

In the final introduction, Daozangdian specifically pointed out that its skeleton was too cold, and wrote a warning with a red pen, warning the monks not to fuse and absorb the cold, otherwise the soul would be damaged.

This giant has a very special name, called 'Hirayama-kun'.

It's like a title given to it by Daozang Palace.

"According to the Taoist Scriptures, all spiritual species existing in the world evolved from ancient wonders." Wang Ping looked at Yu Lian, "Do you have any inheritance memory in this regard?"

"No!" Yu Lian gave an affirmative answer.

"The records in this regard should be correct. Our fox demon clan also has such records." Hu Qianqian leaned on the chair and responded lazily. Then she seemed to think of something, and looked like she had made a mistake under Wang Ping's gaze. The troubled child straightened up and sat up as quickly as possible.

Wang Ping ignored Hu Qianqian's rudeness. He picked up the documents and records of Wudaofu and browsed through them. Soon, he found the information about Baishui Lake. Sure enough, the huge corpse at the bottom of the lake was not a secret, and it was specially marked. , Devouring the energy source at the bottom of the lake will cause the soul to be bound to the skeleton. No wonder everyone knows that Bai Zhuo cannot leave Baishui Lake for a long time.

When Yu Lian saw this record, she couldn't help but said: "This Bai Zhuo has really made up his mind. Absorbing the energy from the bottom of the lake is equivalent to imprisoning himself..."

Hu Qianqian continued: "What's the matter? Some old monks in the Snowy Region who don't want to sit down and die at the end of their lifespan lock themselves in a secret room and enter meditation for hundreds of years at a time."

"Isn't Buddhism in the Snowy Land cultivating the afterlife? Why are you still afraid of sitting in a state of reincarnation?" Yu Lian asked.

"I do not know."

While they were chatting, Wang Ping put away the borrowed materials and stood up and walked towards the door. Hu Qianqian immediately put on her special bamboo hat to follow.

Opening the door, there was a Qi practitioner waiting for him outside. He was a man about twenty years old. He respectfully took the books handed back by Wang Ping and Hu Qianqian, and then said with a smile: "Changqing Dao Commander, someone from Bao Pavilion just came to report that there is news about the water control instrument you are looking for."

"What kind of magical weapon is it?" Yu Lian asked. In the past few years, she had often followed Wang Ping to the Daozang Hall, and she no longer had the original vitality.

"I heard that a water tribe member in Linshui Prefecture failed to transform into a dragon. Someone used his remaining energy and consciousness to refine a 'water control token'. It can help water spirit monks strengthen their ability to control water."

"How much is the bid?"

"Two hundred thousand taels of silver."

"So expensive?"

"It's precisely because of your reputation that the news came to us, otherwise it would have been bought by the monks from Linshui Mansion."

This makes sense. Most of the southeastern sea area is populated by water spirit monks. A treasure that controls water will definitely be very popular. However, ordinary monks will never be able to afford it with [-] taels of silver, and most of the monks who can afford it will look down on it. “What is the specific effect of the magic weapon?”

"The water spirit inspiration increases by [-]%...but it requires a very sensitive soul."

Yulian's eyes lit up, but she didn't speak. After all, two hundred thousand taels was a bit expensive. Wang Ping's eyes also lit up, so he asked, "Can I take a look first?"

"According to your status in Daozang Hall, it is possible, but you need to pay a handling fee of one thousand taels first. This is the cost of transportation."

"no problem."

Wang Ping immediately walked to the Treasure Pavilion under the leadership of the Qi Practitioner, paid the fee of one thousand taels, and then got a new identity card for Hu Qianqian, assigned her to Qianmu Temple, and registered her with him. under the door.

After getting the new identity badge, Hu Qianqian asked happily: "Master, can I go to Baishui Lake now?"

"There's no rush. Go back to the temple first and let the disciples in the inner courtyard take you to White Water Lake. Only then will you be justified."

"Oh!"

...

Two days later.

As soon as Wang Ping landed at his dojo, he heard Taoist Yucheng send him a message: "Come to my side."

Naturally, he couldn't ignore the master's summons, so Wang Ping left Hu Qianqian's affairs to Yu Lian, and he turned into a stream of light and fell outside the small courtyard of Taoist Yucheng in the back mountain.

Taoist Yucheng was sitting next to the stone table as before, holding a letter with the imprint of Three Rivers Temple in his hand.

"Master!" Wang Ping saluted.

"Come and sit..."

When Wang Ping sat down, Taoist Yucheng asked, "What's going on with the fox demon?"

He first asked about Hu Qianqian, and Wang Ping answered in the simplest language. After hearing this, Taoist Yucheng said: "It just so happened that Baishui Lake was short of someone to watch. This fox demon was born to escape. Now that he has returned to Qian's sect, You need to teach well."

"Yes!"

After finishing speaking, Taoist Yucheng put down the letter in his hand, straightened his expression and got down to business: "Guangxuan failed to enter the country..."

Wang Ping's expression changed slightly when he heard this. Entering the country is not building a foundation. If he fails, he will most likely become a deformed body, or go crazy directly due to the invasion of spiritual bodies.

"The Three Rivers View..."

"At the critical moment, fellow Taoist Gu Heng used his own spiritual veins to forcibly fuse Guangxuan's earth veins with water and milk, allowing him to reluctantly enter the country. However, his lifespan has also come to an end, and his death will only last a month or two."

"... "

Wang Ping was filled with emotion. He had just been worried that the inheritance of Sanhe Temple would be delayed for a hundred years, but he didn't expect Gu Heng to be so ruthless and choose to spend his life to help his apprentice forcefully enter the country.

This is the last resort for small sects to continue their inheritance.

Taoist Yucheng said while Wang Ping was thinking secretly: "Guangxuan is entering this time. Sanhe Temple is going to hold a Dharma conference for him. Most of the sects on Nanlin Road have been invited to attend. We also want to go."

(End of this chapter)