"Brother, have you eaten?"
After a moment of stalemate, Xue Cheng stiffened his face, forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and asked this question.
He was a little stuttering when he first spoke, but after looking at the many documents in front of Zhang Mingtu, his words became much more fluent.
"Brother, you have been busy for a long time, you must not have eaten yet.
I saw that the lights here have been on for a long time, so I came here specially to ask you if you want to go to the morning market in Jiujiang County with me.
Jiujiang County's morning market is incredibly famous, with all sorts of unique snacks from all over the world..."
Zhang Mingtu touched his belly and looked at Xue Cheng, whose expression and movements were a little stiff. He suddenly understood why Xue Cheng came here.
This surprised him a little. He didn't expect Xue Cheng to tell him such an important and secret matter in advance.
His future brothers knew that Xue Cheng mistook him for the prince, but they did not expect Xue Cheng to bet so heavily on him.
As soon as the Lord of the Underworld appeared, he hurried to Zhang Mingtu to report the relevant situation.
He obviously wanted to discuss a countermeasure, but when he arrived, he found that the Lord of the Underworld had explicitly asked him not to tell others casually, so he fell into hesitation and entanglement again.
Fortunately, this person's mind was really quick, and he directly mentioned having breakfast.
Zhang Mingtu didn't care, as if he hadn't noticed anything. He said, "I've been busy all night, and I'm a little hungry. I'll need you to introduce me to Jiujiang County. It's been quite a while, and I haven't had a proper morning tea yet."
"Okay, let's talk while we walk. I'll lead the way."
……lined
In the Hanging Mountain, the mountain that hangs above the sky and never falls, in a dry well full of dead leaves, a dry hand suddenly stretched out.
Only when the branches and leaves rustled could they see clearly that it was a skinny old Taoist priest. His robe was faded and had turned white in many places due to being washed.
Or perhaps it's not due to starching or washing, but rather the wind, rainforest, and sun that have caused the original color to fade in many places.
The old Taoist's bun was already tangled, and it was unknown how many years he had stayed in this dry well.
At this moment, the athlete suddenly opened his eyes, as if a rusty machine was re-oiled, and his whole movement became dry and stiff, looking like a machine.
But after a long time, when his condition was almost back to normal, his body trembled like a drowning dog that had just come ashore.
Dead leaves and dirt flew all over the sky, revealing a figure that looked not much different from an ordinary old man.
He looked up at the sky with a hint of doubt on his face.
"That barrier is loose?"
He originally planned to stay in seclusion. If he couldn't break through, he would end his life in this dry well, dust to dust.
After decades of seclusion without any gains, he thought he had reached a hopeless situation, but now he felt a slight change. His original state of mind had loosened slightly, and his strength had increased a little bit.
For ordinary people, it may just be eating more than usual, to the extent of eating instant rice, which is not noticeable at all. But for people who have reached the realm of Martial Saint, it is like a stone dropped into the water.
Can easily grasp the subtle changes.
The Martial Saint has become extremely considerate and has achieved such a state of control that even the regeneration of severed limbs is no longer a difficult task.
In the perception of this old Taoist, the originally normal world had a subtle feeling that was difficult for him to perceive and capture.
“Who caused this change?”
He was calculating the Taoist Plum Blossom Divination with his fingers in the dry well. He had mastered it to an extremely high level. It could be said that as long as it was related to calculations, there was basically nothing in the world that could be hidden from him.
However, after trying several times, he still couldn't get an accurate answer. He only knew that all this must be related to a Taoist figure.
"Forget it, forget it, I'm old after all!"
The old Taoist sighed, and after carefully grasping it for a while, he found that the increase in strength had returned to calm, as if the previous increase was an illusion.
He looked up and thought about it. He originally wanted to go out and look for one or two, but then he felt bored.
"I've already found a grave. My disciples and grandchildren probably think I'm dead. If I jump out now, they'll probably be scared. I can't break through at my current level anyway, so I might as well stay in this grave."
After thinking for a while, the old Taoist closed his eyes again.
The fallen leaves and dry mud that were originally stirred up by his energy and flying everywhere calmed down with his breathing and covered the dry well again, returning to its previous calmness.
Only the servant who was in charge of cleaning the area near the dry well felt something, as if he heard some noise, but after looking around and finding nothing unusual, he went back to his busy work. After all, he had a lot of work to do every day and had no time to think and explore so much.
…
In the Pure Land Sect, in the main hall where incense is constantly burning, one golden Buddha after another is enshrined.
At a moment when no one noticed, in a small temple, a golden statue with golden light all over its body suddenly opened another pair of eyes inside its originally open eyes.
When no one noticed, the golden statue looked up at the endless and distant land, and a low voice came out from it.
"The world has changed, and my realm has actually reached a higher level. What method caused this?"
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