One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

Later, the little gangster and the proprietress said that they would borrow Zhang Yang to help him do something. The proprietress felt that Zhang Yang would still be able to wash the dishes with her and Dazui Liu, so she agreed. After the little hooligan thanked him, he was taken away without waiting for Zhang Yang to express his opinions.

After walking to the street, Zhang Yang shook off the little gangster's hand and asked, "How can I help?"

The little hooligan explained to him about the female ghost in Jinshan Temple, and he now has a clue. As long as he inquires about the home address of Qingyang and Qingyue, he can find out the cause of death of the ghost in white and help her go. But I wish to reincarnate as a man as soon as possible.

Since he is doing good deeds, he doesn’t plan to refuse, but he is more worried about the work in the store and the physical condition of the bone spirit, and he doesn’t know how long it will take to help. If the bone spirit cannot **** his blood on time, she will have Life-threatening. So Zhang Yang wanted to ask clearly how long this matter could be done.

I wanted to say that there is no definite answer to this matter, but in order to appease the publicity, the little hooligan panicked: "Of course it will be fast. With my wisdom, the matter can be solved in minutes."

"That's not right." Zhang Yang folded his arms around his chest and raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "You are so awkward, why are you looking for me?"

The little gangster dragged him to continue walking, and then explained: "Don't you need a helper to come and go, even in the villages around Chang'an, walking back and forth with your feet alone, I'm afraid it will take four or five days."

Zhang Yang asked: "So what?"

The little hooligan smiled and said: "You must have spells, take me to fly over, very fast."

Zhang Yang stopped doing it again. Where did he come from the spell: "Stop it, don't cheat me. I can't use spells, let alone fly."

The little hooligan looked unbelieving, and then he picked up a quick stone and slammed it on Zhang Yang's head, not surprisingly, hitting the golden bell outside his body again. He threw the stone away, and said disgustingly: "You have magic weapons in your body, I don't believe you have no ability to fly."

"Even if it is a magic weapon, it is not the same as mana." Zhang Yang just wanted to refuse, but he thought of something similar to the so-called magic weapon, which is Cotton Cloud! Since Bajie lent his cotton cloud to Zhang Yang, it has been used by Zhang Yang. When he came to Chang'an from the East China Sea, he relied on the cotton cloud. If the little hooligan didn't mention it, he would have forgotten it.

Seeing that his expression changed, the little hooligan asked, "How about it? Is it okay?"

"Okay, go and return soon." In fact, the little hooligan already knew the fact that Xiao Bai is a fairy, so Zhang Yang didn't intend to hide it from him, and said, "If I come back late, I'm afraid Xiao Bai can't breathe. When it comes to my blood, something will happen."

"You still use your own blood to raise her? What a pervert." The little gangster shook the goose bumps on her body, and then said solemnly: "A fairy is a fairy. She lives longer than you. When you die, she will again What to do? Can you make sure that she doesn’t **** other people’s blood? Everything is alive and dead, and it can’t last forever."

Hearing what the little hooligan said, Zhang Yang felt that he looked like Jin Chanzi. If Jin Chanzi disappeared in the Three Realms in front of Zhang Yang, he might really think that the little hooligan was the eleventh reincarnation of Jin Chanzi.

Zhang Yang asked, "Who taught you this? All things live and die, but there are still many people in this world who have lived for a long time and plan to live forever."

"No one teaches, I think about it." The little hooligan said: "Those who intend to live forever, unless they all become spirits, and the material will never exist forever. This is the truth."

"You are really like a person, mentally." Zhang Yang said.

"Tang Seng?" the little gangster asked.

"Almost, how do you know?" Zhang Yang felt a little surprised.

"The abbot told me that Tang Seng and I were picked up by him." Then the little gangster said: "But he was selected to go to Xitian to learn the scriptures. I don't know where he is now, but I can guess. The process must be very difficult."

Tang Seng was beaten to death by Wukong in Wuzhishan. Zhang Yang didn't plan to tell the little hooligans about this. After all, he used to be the one who took the place of Tang Seng to learn the scriptures, but now it's a dubious thing.

After that, the little gangster and Zhang Yang went to the Jinshan Temple with their own thoughts. Zhang Yang knew that all the people worshiping in the temple were Buddhas. He was more sensitive to this kind, so he waited at the door, and the little gangster had to go in alone.

The monks in the temple were all chanting scriptures. The little gang found the abbot who was meditating in the backyard. He was still meditating because of what the little gang had said in the morning.

"Abbot, who do you miss here alone?" the little hooligan teased.

"Guilty, sin, did the sun come out from the west today? You don't have any smell of meat on your body, and you came back so early. It seems that my prayers to the Buddha are effective. I have to continue." The abbot closed his eyes and prepared to meditate and pray. .

The little hooligan interrupted him and started to get into the main topic: "Abbot, I want to ask you something, where is Brother Qingyang's hometown?"

The abbot still closed his eyes and his head was empty. He replied, "Liujiacun."

After that, the little hooligan took Zhang Yang to Liujia Village, and Zhang Yang called Cotton Cloud. It has a very good personality and can carry both of them to fly at the same time. It is much gentler than Somersault Cloud.

At this time, someone in Liujia Village came one step earlier than them. This person was wearing a black cloth and a black scarf and hat, covering most of his face, only showing two small eyes. He was short in stature, bent over, leaning on a walking stick in his hand, speaking of a walking stick, but actually a long, slender, hard pipe. He limped and walked into the village.

Someone in the village saw this old man from outside and asked, "Old man, where are you from?"

The old man coughed twice and made a husky voice with difficulty, and said, "Child, can you give me some water? I have been walking for a long time, and my mouth is almost dry."

This young man was also kind-hearted and enthusiastically invited the old man to his home. There was only one old mother who was paralyzed in bed in his family. When the two old men saw the old man, they also enthusiastically asked where he came from.

"I came from Chang'an. I originally came back to my hometown, but I was ransacked by bandits on the road. My carriage and servants were killed, and they were also snatched by them. I really had nowhere to go, so I came. When I get here, I want to cultivate for a while." The old man said as he coughed, "I really disturb you."

At this time, the young man brought a bowl of water to the old man, and said with a smile: "Don't be so polite, just live here, and I will clean up the room for you in a moment."

"By the way, where are you from?" the old woman asked, "There are carriages and servants, so I must be an official in Chang'an."

"My hometown is in Nanfang Buzhou." When the old man spoke, he dared not raise his head. ..