Chapter 1939: Origin Mall is always regarded as a rumor

The place where Xu Xian lives is called Osmanthus Alley. In the frosty autumn months, golden osmanthus flowers will bloom, and the fresh and elegant fragrance of osmanthus will be diffused.

That night, I went to Luoxuelou to understand that Fairy in White was only a piano master, and he was inexplicably relieved. At the same time, I took this opportunity to learn that the beautiful woman was named White Girl.

It’s even rare to see a powerful sect disciple on weekdays, a few meters high with a light jump, it is said that they can even fly in the sky when they reach a certain powerful state. For ordinary people, this is something that ordinary people can’t even think of. , It is too far away.

It has been several days since I met the white girl. Xu Xian goes to the Luoxue Tower every night. Fortunately, the enthusiastic black-clothed boy presented a membership card, so he doesn't need to sneak in like the first time, but still just watch. , After all, he couldn't afford the contents.

The fairy is not indifferent to the mortal world. Xu Xian has seen the white girl violently beat the filthy guy many times. Regardless of the status, ordinary people with good backgrounds or cultivators with terrifying realm, there is no difference in the end, and they have all undergone it. A severe beating.

Even if she put down her ruthless talk and left, the white girl still played the piano as always, and the so-called revenge did not cause any impact.

Xu Xian clearly understood the gap between the two sides. Even so, he would still be in a daze from time to time, involuntarily thinking of the beauty of the beautiful woman, as if it was directly engraved in his mind. In the last two days, even dreaming was the figure of a fairy in white, Shi Meet the bridge and visit the ancient temple of Jinfeng.

"Xu Xian, rest early," the woman reminded outside the door.

"understood."

Xu Xian put away the medical books, turned off the lights and got ready to go to bed. He was looking forward to what scene he would dream about today. When he closed his eyes, he could see the white girl sitting behind the curtain and stroking the strings. He knew that he had no hope but could not forget. He fell asleep in his wild thoughts.

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The gold-cast Buddha statue sits on a high platform, his eyes closed, his face is neither joy nor sorrow, the candle flame is shaking, the green smoke rises, a few bells faintly ring, and the sky is far away.

The future king put incense on the Buddha statue and sat cross-legged on the futon again.

The other old monks had never spoken, bowed their eyebrows, perhaps thinking about whether it was right or wrong to do so. The Buddha said that all beings are equal, and perhaps they have lived for a long time and gradually lost their original mind when they first entered the Buddhist school.

It may be just thinking about the feasibility of the plan. Even if I regret it at this point, it is useless. The Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? What if all kinds of cause and effect are added for the prosperity of Buddhism?

"I have heard some news recently." Future Wang opened his mouth to break the silence of the hall.

Several old monks opened half-closed eyes, looked up at the future king, waiting for his next words.

"Have you heard of the name of Origin Mall?" Future Wang asked, but his gaze was looking at the void ahead, as if passing through the barrier of space.

The few people looked at each other, wondering why the King of Wisdom mentioned this incident suddenly, and they continued to speak a little ponderingly.

"Naturally heard."

"Suddenly appeared in Jiangnan a few days ago. I don't know the source. I guess it should be a rumor spread by some cultivators. It shouldn't be true."

"Products that can change their own qualifications, and even temporarily improve their cultivation without side effects, and supplement the missing vitality... It's just a nonsense."

The opinions are completely unanimous, and they all believe that the so-called Origin Mall is only an unreliable rumors.

Only the ordinary people and the casual cultivators under the cultivation base are willing to spread the discussion. The reason is very simple. It is said that the customers of the Origin Mall are on an equal footing.

Regardless of the elder disciples of the pinnacle forces, ordinary lone knights, and even ordinary people without any cultivation base, they can enjoy the same treatment. Besides, there are other unfamiliar races that are also customers of Origin Mall. .

Under the background environment of Tianlan Continent, this is hard to imagine.

The concept of respect for strength has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The so-called equality has never existed. The store named Origin Mall actually enforces this kind of rules, and of course it will arouse their attention. It's open.

Most people just listen to the news as a joke, but people who take it seriously are indispensable, and the truth of the news will be known when it goes to the area where the Star Empire is located.

"Making a fool..."

Future Wang retracted his gaze, and Junxiu's face did not have any extra expressions. He "cannot see" the so-called Origin Mall. Maybe it really is as they say, this is nothing but a vague rumor.

But the future Wang had a special feeling in his heart, and it should be more than that.

"Forget it, just treat it as a rumor."

Mirai Wang shook his head and ended the topic. He just thought of it suddenly, so he casually mentioned it. Perhaps in the future, he should pay more attention to news in this regard.

Turning his head to look in a certain direction, a little more smile appeared on his face.

At this time, Bai had already fallen asleep, and everything was developing according to plan.

As for what Bai said that she would not stay in Jiangnan for a long time, she would soon change her decision before she even noticed it. She was already in the midst of a robbery, how could she escape so easily.

The dusk is getting darker.

The wind became stronger, causing the old trees in the courtyard to sway more than ever, and the open door was blown open. The wind mixed with rain steam blew into the temple, bringing a little bit of coldness in the rainy night, and also blowing away the incense. The breath caused the candlelight to sway, illuminating the hall in half light and half darkness.

Someone got up and closed the door of the temple, and the wind and rain in the sky were also blocked outside.

No one leaves. For people in their realm, sleep can be done or not. Their daily life is just chanting and worshipping the Buddha, and occasionally to confuse the pilgrims who come to the temple, so that their own Dharma can go further.

Tuk tuk...

The knock on the door suddenly sounded, quite harsh in this quiet environment.

Several old monks who were still in a state of closed eyes and meditation opened their eyes one after another, with a dignified expression in their doubts, trying to perceive who was outside the door, but they were just empty, as if there was no one, but the knocking on the door remained, as if not opening the door. Will not stop.

Future Wang turned his head and looked in the direction of the palace gate, his eyebrows frowned, and he had a bad feeling. He didn't like the feeling that things were out of control.

But the knock on the door has sounded, I think it should be unavoidable.

An old monk looked at the future king with an uneasy expression: "The future king..."

The future king stood up and the knock on the door disappeared, thinking that he had already noticed the movement in the hall.

"It's okay." The future king's expression returned to calm, with a confident smile on the corners of his mouth. "The visitor is a guest. Is there any reason to neglect the guest?"