Floating Immortal Order Chapter 387: Descendants of the Fairies

The water of Bailang River is fast, and there are waves in the sun. Occasionally, white wave fish jumps up. If you are not careful, you can't tell who is the fish and who is the wave.

Lu Lingxi couldn't help but watch, the white wave fish seemed to like chasing the waves, although it wasn't even a first-order spirit fish, it was definitely not an ordinary fish.

As the saying goes, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, and relying on the sea to eat the sea, she looked vaguely at the well-bodied boatman and his wife who were working on the boat.

"Does the girl want to go to Qiandao Lake to worship her ancestors, or to seek immortal fate at the ancestor worship ceremony of Qiandao Lake?"

The woman's face was kind, and she seemed to be surprised by women who like to wear veils. "I heard that this year's festival is more solemn than before. Ciyun Temple and Ciyun Zhai will be there to include people who are destined."

Ciyun Temple in Ciyun Temple?

Combining with the immortal fate she mentioned earlier, how could Lu Lingxi not know that those two Buddhist sects want to enroll their disciples in their ancestor worship ceremony?

"Really? I'm just going to have a look."

Lu Lingxi thought for a while and asked, "Why does ancestor worship have anything to do with Ciyun Temple and Ciyunzhai's acceptance of disciples?"

She seldom goes out and does not know how the Buddhist family maintains the inheritance.

"Haha! Isn't the girl from Wu country?" The woman smiled, "Speaking of Ciyun Temple, Ciyunzhai and Qiandao Lake, there is another story."

This way, we all go down the river, so you don't have to use too much force when you paddle. "It is said that the area around Qiandao Lake is descended from immortals. When immortals ascended, their descendants were captured by demons in the hundred thousand mountains. The king and the underground ghost king were eyeing, and the two joined hands to enter Qiandao Lake.

At that time, there were thousands of immortal cultivators in Qiandao Lake. Each of them occupied an island for more than a month. They were killed by demon kings and ghost kings and they were unable to fight back. Even the water of Qiandao Lake was dyed red by their blood. Then, the masters of Ciyun Temple and Ciyunzhai couldn't bear to see the descendants of their former friends become the food of others. They came out of the temple, helped Qiandao Lake, fought back the demon king in the 100,000-strong mountain, and calmed down again. Underground ghost king.

Later, in order to commemorate the war, the ancestors of the ancestors every 60 years will be invited to the masters of Ciyun Temple and Ciyun Zhai to observe the ceremony. Over time, the masters of the two families will also open the door of convenience to our entire Wu Kingdom at that time, and include all the disciples who have a predestined relationship with the Buddha. "

“…”

Seeing the longing looks on the faces of the woman and the boatman, Lu Lingqi was speechless.

Since they are descendants of immortals, why haven't they passed down the cultivation methods of immortals?

This legend is whether the people of Qiandao Lake are boasting about themselves, or is it a means of ignoring the people of Ciyun Temple. The immortal world in Tianyajie doesn't care. She doesn't need to raise a bar if she passes by. She just listens to what others say. !

"What does the demon king in Shiwanda Mountain look like? Can he become a human?"

"Yes!" The boatman became resentful, "I heard that they can become like each of us. Ten years ago, there was a walking dragon in the Bailang River. Grandpa Lei Gong didn't kill it. Both sides of the strait were flooded because of it, and in the end, it was the masters of Ciyun Temple who took action and took down the wandering Jiaojiao.”

Walking Jiao?

"Have you ever seen a walking Jiao?"

"I've seen it from a distance." The boatman seemed to think of something terrible and shuddered. "The horns on the snake's head haven't grown up yet, its body is thicker than a basket, and its eyes are bigger than a bowl.

Is it a Jiaolong who wants to advance to the eighth rank?

Ordinary people can see the dragon and not die. Lu Lingxi felt that the boatman was lucky. "There is also a branch in the upper reaches of the Bailang River that connects to the Shiwan Mountains?"

If there are dragons on the Bailang River, where can there be boatmen sailing on it?

"Yes!" The boatman gave her a somewhat surprised look. "Afterwards, the master of Ciyun Temple said that the walking Jiao came out of the 100,000-strong mountain."

"Uncle knows the master of Ciyun Temple?"

Lu Lingxi remained calm and seemed to ask him curiously, "Are they also able to fly through the clouds? By the way, look, is the little monk standing on the bow of the boat also from Ciyun Temple?"

"It belongs to Ciyun Temple." The boatman seems to be envious of his colleagues over there. "In our place, only the masters of Ciyun Temple wear cassocks."

He turned to the woman, "Penny's food, hurry up, send the packed sesame cakes to the master."

When he said this, he was already rocking the boat and changed his direction, "Brother Chen Shan, wait a moment, I will send some offerings to the little master. Little master, I am Xie Yuan from Beiwa."

"Amitabha!"

The young master seems to be really young. When he was proclaiming the Buddha name, he might have lost his front teeth and leaked some air. "Huaiwei doesn't need to give charity for the time being. The donor has a heart. I will give it after Qiandao Lake!"

Looking at his eagerness, yet serious refusal, Lu Lingxi couldn't help but let out a smile.

This boatman is also interesting. He knows that he is still a child and even offers sesame cakes. Is this clearly trying to seduce the little master?

"That's right, when we arrive at Qiandao Lake, I'll give it to the little master."

"Amitabha!" When the young monk Huaihua was chanting Buddha, he bowed to them and bowed to them, looking very polite, "Thank you, Lord!"

They were chatting on this side, but on the other side, a big boat came in from the middle.

It's just that the people on the big boat didn't seem like the boatman of the small boat, and they respected the monk when they saw the monk, but instead accelerated.

When Huai Wei frowned, Lu Lingxi frowned slightly.

There's a little monster in the shipyard.

I don't know what material the cage is made of. It contains a small black tiger. It seems that it was born not too long ago, and it is lying pitifully in the cage.

Tier 3!

Lu Lingxi's consciousness was bundled into a line, and when he found the little black tiger, he quickly retracted it.

If it is an ordinary little demon, when it is born, it is usually in the first and second order, and there are very few third-order ones.

The origin of this little black tiger is not easy.

It's just that since it can be caught intact from its mother, it must be a mid-late foundation-building cultivator. Is it difficult to get a spirit beast bag?

Even if it's difficult, I won't give up flying. Instead, I will turn to Fan City and take such a slow boat.

Lu Lingxi touched her wrist and couldn't help sighing, she couldn't enter the Hongmeng Pearl Realm today.

"Boatman, I'm going to rest in the boathouse. Call me if I have something."

The small Wu Peng was also divided into two sides, one side was a slightly larger guest warehouse, and the other side was probably the residence of their husband and wife.

Lu Lingxi took a look at the fairly clean bedding, performed a dust-cleaning technique, and released the futon to meditate directly.

Everyone is cultivating in the Tiandu Realm in rotation, but it is she who has been delayed for a long time without speaking, and was injured.

In an uneasy place, Lu Lingxi did not directly run Zhou Tian, ​​but only mobilized the spiritual energy in his body, bit by bit to drive away the inexhaustible cold air in the cracks of the bones.

She took a break here, but the little monk Huaiwa did not dare to take a break.

He looks at the big ship running ahead with some hesitation on his face.

How could that third-order little milk tiger appear here?

Thinking of the beast tide in Jincheng caused by this little milk tiger, Senior Brother Huailiu had to stop over there to help and watch, and he felt uncomfortable.

Qiandao Lake worships ancestors, why do you have to use cubs every time?

Huai Wang sighed sadly, seriously suspecting that the demon king would come to make trouble this time in Qiandao Lake.

When it was getting dark, the Wu Peng boat stopped on the shore. Lu Lingqi ate a bowl of Bailang fish porridge made by the boat lady. It felt very sweet. He was about to have another bowl when he suddenly felt something Busy breath.

“Ow~~~~~”

In the river wind, a black tiger came from the wind, and stepped on the big boat amid the screams of many boaters who stopped the boat.

Ding ding ding...

The people on the boat were probably already prepared. When an ice pick talisman was thrown out, countless ice picks were inserted into the black tiger.

“Ow~~~~”

The black tiger was furious, and there was an aura of light on his body. When he blocked the ice picks, he lifted a corner of the cabin with one paw.

The appearance of the small beast in the cage made it roar again, and slapped a paw at one of the cultivators who also wanted the talisman.

Boom!

The cultivator broke his bones on the spot and spurted blood.

"Kill!"

When he roared, four cultivators suddenly flew out from the bottom of the boat. They were holding two flags of green and gold. Jie, then, there was only a cloud of scattered clouds, and there was a thunderstorm!

Crack!

The thunder struck the black tiger, and all the hair on the black tiger stood up. It seemed to be even more angry. After slapping the cultivator who vomited blood with one hand, it tore the cage with another paw.

"Woooo~"

The little black tiger shrank to one side and cried pitifully at the black tiger, but it seemed that it was too late. There was a flash of silver light from the cage, and countless silver needles shot out from the top of the cage.

At the same time, the stray thunder and lightning, under the waving of the two flags of Qing and Jin, turned into small thunder swords that could be easily caused, and together with the wind blades blown out by the hurricane, hit the black tiger.

"Bastard, don't hold back?"

After one of the monks shouted loudly, the golden flag in his hand was raised again, and the sky gathered and flashed with thunder.

At this point, how could Lu Lingxi not know that this little black tiger is what they used to attract this **** tiger?

The two flags of Qing and Jin are clearly the famous wind and thunder array.

Lu Lingqi let out a light breath.

In order to prevent accidents, although she didn't go to check the flag, her eyesight was still there, and the wind and thunder formation was still a little bit weaker, otherwise, there would have been lightning and thunder by now.

They couldn't trap the black tiger, unless they kept borrowing the formation to hold the little black tiger, whom the black tiger cared about very much, in the formation.

As long as the little black tiger can keep dragging the black tiger, the wind and thunder array can slowly drag the **** tiger to death.

"Amitabha! You can't beat him."

The young monk Huaiwa carried a childish voice, which spread far away, thinking that he used his spiritual power, "Let's release that little tiger."

"It turned out to be Master Huai Xuan, and I hope Master will help me."

The friar did not listen to the admonition, but rejoiced that he would join.

Huh?

Lu Lingxi couldn't help standing in front of the warehouse door, looking at the little monk who was standing at the bow of the boat a hundred meters away.

Not quite right!

Those cultivators don't need to detect the spirit, just look at the means they use, and they won't be lower than the middle stage of foundation building.

Then this monk...

Huaiwang's robes and robes were all bulging, "Amitabha! I can already smell the black tiger demon king on his way. If you let them go, you can run for your life right away. If you are going to die, you will all be slaughtered by the demon king in this radius."

Huh?

Really?

"Monks don't lie!"

Just when the four cultivators were in shock, Huaiwei said again, "Don't let the tigers go, let them leave quickly?"

Crack!

Another thunder light slashed down, and the black tiger's skin was split open, and the wound was quickly enlarged by the whistling wind blade.

“Ow~~~~~~”

When it roared in pain, there was also a roar in the distance that made the world go silent.

The roar carried endless majesty, making the waves of the Bailang River a little higher.

"It's over, get out now!"

Little monk Huai Wang kicked a monk away with one foot, causing the wind and thunder formation to stop. In the rolling river wind, the black tiger demon king had already appeared.

Under everyone's attention, it turned into a big man in black, "Is it a little late to leave now?"

As he spoke, his figure flashed and he landed behind a monk. Just as he was about to pat it down with a palm, a wooden bead that spun around slammed into his palm, blocking all his possessions. strength.

Between the lightning and flint, under the strong desire to survive, the cultivator swung his body, like a swimming fish, straight into the Bailang River.

"This is my master's crown sound pearl."

The little monk Huaiwa was obviously not the little qi-refining cultivator that Lu Lingqi thought, he saw his figure flashed, and he quickly stood on the big boat without the wind and thunder array, "I can open this cage, but you can't fight it. Kai, we all take a step back, I will let your little tiger go, where did you come from, you should go back as soon as possible."

"Hehe!"

The Demon King of the Black Tiger glanced at the black tiger that had been chopped with blood, but did not move the beads that were still spinning in his palm, and said with a smile, "I want to take my nephew's life to sacrifice to my ancestors, and he was injured again. My brother, Huai Wei, how big of a face do you have, you think that a crowning pearl from Master Tongyuan can make this king swallow this breath?"

When Lu Lingxi heard about Master Tongyuan, he felt something was wrong.

That's the cultivator of the gods and Buddhas of Ciyun Temple!

His apprentice...

Lu Lingxi half-drooped his eyes to see how Huai Wei answered.

"The demon king thinks, am I alone here?"

Huaiwei glanced at Lu Lingxi inadvertently, "You came to save your nephew, and your brother was also injured. If you don't want them all to die here, the monk advises you not to take things too seriously. Otherwise, my master will not be able to catch up for a while, but in the future your Black Tiger Mountain will be in constant trouble."

"Anyone else?"

The Black Tiger Demon King's eyes were filled with endless oppression~IndoMTL.com~ I finally ignored the boatman and his wife and looked at Lu Lingxi, "Where did you come from?"

He didn't crush the Guanyinzhu, but he just didn't want to feel it, "Is it also for my brother and nephew?"

Speaking of this, the murderous aura has already been pressing down like a mountain.

Although Huai Wei tried his best to block his murderous aura for the mortals on the dozens of ships, but the eighth-order monster moved too fast, he only protected half of it, and the murderous aura seemed to be real, and it had already been suppressed to the seventh in the middle. At the boat, seeing the three people on the boat turned pale, their bodies swollen, and they were about to die on the spot, his face couldn't help turning white.

"I don't know your brother or nephew."

Lu Lingqi stepped forward, shrinking into an inch, and after blocking the murderous intent for the three, he waved his hand and threw a barrier, "It's just a matter of pleasure to be a boat and travel the Bailang River."

She bowed her hands solemnly, "Senior, you don't need to think too much, but I agree with this master. You are here to save your brother and nephew, so why should you have any grudges?"

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