Chapter 125: The Mage, the Witch, and the Language of Flowers (Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket! 13)
On top of Taiyi Peak, on top of Feixian Pavilion, the old Taoist priest and his two uncles sat cross-legged, with flowers flying and water flowing, and the leisurely breeze like a dream.
The old Taoist priest laughed and said, "Uncle Master, you are forcing a disciple upon me."
Wen Zhengming said: "I owe you a favor. You can make a request that is not excessive."
The old Taoist priest did not seem to think highly of this favor and smiled and said:
"This is the greatest favor in the world. I can treasure it for you, old Taoist."
"what ever!"
Wen Zhengming stood up and said calmly that he knew the old Taoist was a casual person and would not take a favor too seriously, and he was not prepared to get anything from Wen Zhengming.
However, Wen Zhengming still made such a promise because he didn't like to owe others.
The old Taoist priest may realize one day how great this favor is, and then it may be able to help him a lot.
"I'm going to practice first. You should also practice well, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve the state of spiritual practice and return to emptiness."
The old Taoist spread his hands, as if he had seen through it, and said, "It doesn't matter. With my talent here and having wasted so much time, it's already difficult for me to achieve the state of spiritual cultivation and return to the void."
“If you fail to achieve it, you will probably only have less than ten years to live,” Wen Zhengming said.
The life span of the Taoist priests in the Quanzhen Sect is not very long. After all, they have lived for more than 800 years.
"It's just birth, old age, sickness and death. In fact, what Fengtian said is right. If people like us can really become immortals and get rid of the seven sufferings of life, then can we still be considered human beings?" The old Taoist said with a smile.
Wen Zhengming smiled and said, "The immortals also have their own rivers and lakes."
After saying this, he turned and left, leaving the old Taoist priest alone, muttering:
"Really? You talk as if you have seen an immortal."
The old Taoist priest smacked his lips and sat up.
"Could it be that Junior Uncle Master was really an immortal in his previous life?"
………
In the distance where the Mediterranean wind blows, Gothic buildings exude a strong European style. Under one of the modern high-rise buildings, a special prisoner is imprisoned here.
It was a special cell, made of a special alloy, strong enough to withstand violent explosions and high-temperature burnings without any damage.
The prison is equipped with automatic detectors, 14,000 electric doors, laser beams, pressure pads and police dogs that attack by surprise.
It is usually used to detain special criminals.
However, this time it was specially cleared for just one person:
A magician.
When the prelude to becoming a god was already underway in the far east, the Western countries were also not idle.
Although three wizards disappeared into the forest in Mormal Forest, they also captured a magician.
However, the Western countries were very uneasy because a hexagram mark appeared in the Murmale Forest, which was the symbol of Satan in legend.
There are also a large number of black and purple datura flowers scattered on the ground.
The flower language of Mandragora is endless love and revenge, representing unpredictable death and love.
The black mandala represents unpredictable darkness, death and displaced love, endless love and revenge, the injured and scarred heart, and the road of no return in life.
The purple mandala represents terror and fear.
Referring to those who descended from the East, the Western countries felt that they might have offended some organized supernatural force.
Therefore, it is crucial to get the path to transcendence from the only wizard.
"You really don't want to say anything?"
In the pure white prison, Konrad Adenauer felt his patience was wearing away bit by bit. He tried to soften his tone and said:
"We have no ill intentions, we just want to communicate with you normally."
"What normal communication requires the use of force to coerce? Treating friends by constantly hunting them down?"
In front of Konrad Adenauer was a man in his thirties, his thin body covered by a black cloak.
The magician's former name was Prague, but Konrad Adenauer didn't know whether he was actually called that name or not.
Prague raised his head, revealing a touch of brown hair. His black eyes looked coldly at Konrad Adenauer in front of him and said:
"Sir, don't use cheap lies to deceive a magician. You just want to get magic from me. There is no need to describe yourself as great and bright."
"If you really understand it this way, then please don't make it difficult for me." Konrad Adenauer strengthened his tone.
"Magicians are always extremely talented. You... are too stupid to learn."
Prague's tone was drawn out, and even while sitting there, he remained elegant.
Suddenly, he sniffed his nose and said, "Do you like magic flowers very much?"
Konrad Adenauer frowned and said, "This is not the point of our conversation."
"The wizard flower represents misfortune and mystery, and its flower language is curse. But perhaps people nowadays have forgotten that it also represents the Magic Association."
Prague said something that seemed completely unrelated to their conversation, and then lowered his voice and said, "Are you ready to become an enemy of the Magic Association?"
Konrad Adenauer's heart skipped a beat, and he seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "The mandala? The black and purple mandala?"
"Legend has it that there is an elf living in every pot of black mandala flowers, and they can help you realize your wish. However, they also have a condition in exchange, which is human blood. As long as you use your own blood to water the enchanting black mandala flowers, the elves in the flowers will help you realize your wish. You can only water them with blood, because they love this passionate and deadly feeling."
Prague smiled and said, "Do you think this is like the devil signing a contract?"
"Black and purple datura flowers are the favorites of witches. They are wizards who serve the devil. It seems that you have offended a lot of people." Prague said sarcastically.
But suddenly, he seemed to sense something.
"Sir, it seems that our communication has come to an end. I will remember your hospitality, but I don't know if I will have the chance to repay you."
"What do you mean?"
Konrad Adenauer suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The next moment, the earth shook.
"boom!"
A huge explosion was heard, and a terrifying fire ignited in the prison.
A huge hole appeared at the gate, as if it had been burned by a terrifying temperature, and there were traces of melting on the door.
A group of people wearing black cloaks walked in from the entrance.
Their robes were embroidered with a delicate and mysterious wizard flower.
All the guards in the prison knelt on the ground in agony, vomiting petals of the wizard flower, which looked like solidified blood.
The mages walked calmly past the crowd, as if they were strolling in their own courtyard.
………
Konrad Adenauer, deep in prison, was preparing to move Prague with his men.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, the thick walls of the prison exploded.
From the bursting gap, a group of people dressed like Prague walked in.
Konrad Adenauer suddenly pulled out his pistol, but a red light burst out from the leader's hand, and Konrad Adenauer was instantly decomposed by the red light.
In an instant, the prison was filled with red light.
After the red light disappeared, Prague was the only one left in the prison. The leader took off his wizard hat and looked at Prague and said:
"Kid, it's time to go home!"
"Yes, my teacher!"
………
That night, a piece of news shocked the entire Western countries. An explosion occurred in Diswang Prison. However, due to prior prison monitoring, no one was injured in the prison.
However, the information obtained by the distant Ming Dynasty was not like this.
There was only a simple sentence on it: The magician attacked the Diswang Prison, and the Western countries were suspected of having captured the magician and were facing revenge.
Lin Qingsheng looked at the information in his hand, raised his head and said: "Senior Daoyi, are magicians strong?"
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