Beast Master Xuannv

The walk was really tiring, and I accidentally stepped on a delicate flower. I thought it would hurt my feet and cause the flower to bloom, but I didn't expect that this flower is as tough as a rock.

For a moment, my curiosity surged, and I stepped on another lotus flower with one foot, as steady as walking on flat ground.

Que Ye's mouth twitched. This flower is so powerful and weird. Could it be that it has become a spirit?

No, a big flower fell off as soon as I picked it, but now it’s okay if I step on it?

This flower understands human nature...

Thinking about something in her mind, she stepped on a lotus flower, rising step by step, and a sense of elegance rose in her heart. She couldn't help but think of the words of the ancestor Buddha: When you are born, there is no one to support you.

Taking seven steps each, with each step raised, a great lotus flower emerges.

Sure enough, the ancestor is the ancestor, and everything he says has a special meaning. As the saying goes, lotus flowers are uttered from the mouth to comfort everyone.

Que Ye couldn't help but sigh again. In the Mahayana realm of Taoist ethics, stepping on the lotus and ascending to heaven, it was so magical. When would she be able to form the lotus steps, and when would she be able to enjoy the ordinary realm?

Just as I was thinking about it, an unusually fresh fragrance hit my face, like the feeling of being blown by a breeze. The fragrance was refreshing and refreshing.

Que Ye regained consciousness. When he raised his head, his pupils suddenly dilated. What is this? A corpse?

But out of nowhere, an old man sitting cross-legged appeared in front of him, sitting upright on a lotus that was several times larger than him.

He was wrapped loosely in green clothes, with the aura of immortality surrounding him, emitting a faint golden light. He had long white hair that reached his calf, hanging loosely around him, as dull as weeds, and with deep sunken eyes.

closed, skinny

His face was crisscrossed with deep wrinkles, his complexion was as green as wax, and his lips were dry and cracked. Looking at the two hands with sleeves exposed, they could no longer be called hands. They were as fragile as two sticks of dry firewood.

It's like breaking off at the touch of a touch.

It looked like he was sleeping peacefully, but in fact there was no sign of life.

But one can vaguely see the exquisiteness of his facial features, which are even more refined than those of a woman. It can be guessed that he must have been a beautiful and angry beauty during his lifetime.

I don't know why, after seeing this corpse, Que Ye secretly felt some unknown sadness in her heart. She wanted to find out where this sadness came from, but the sadness was as slippery as a loach, and she couldn't catch it...

It seems that some memories have been deliberately hidden and need a key to open the dusty stories.

At this moment, there was a flash of white light, and a milky white object floated out from behind the corpse.

The milky white object slowly stretched and gradually turned into a human shape.

He has a thin face, a windless white robe, gray hair, a long beard hanging down to his chest, piercing eyes, criss-crossed skin, and an air of immortality.

It's the soul of this corpse!

The white-haired old man... fell here...

Que Ye said: "Senior is the Chisu Beast God?"

Tsk tsk, I can only say that Chi Su's magic power is so strong that he can still maintain his human form so long after his death.

The white-haired old man laughed and said cheerfully: "Exactly."

Que Ye bowed hurriedly. Heroes should be treated with respect.

Chi Su looked at Que Ye and said doubtfully: "What? Don't you like the original beautiful face, little girl Xianyue? She changed to such a cowardly face..."

The corner of Que Ye's mouth twitched, her face that she thought was good was timid...