Chapter 542 Time City

Admit your mistake again? Song Mumu?

This is the third time he has been mistakenly admitted. The first time was the bamboo shoot hidden in the treasure of the 'Master of the Seven Lives Talisman Palace'. Not only did he admit that he was wrong, but he also gave himself a hard blow.

The second time was when he returned to his memory of the Mysterious Island in a dream and saw the little white dragon in the underground tomb of the chrysanthemum pig. Xiao Bailong also gave himself a hard blow, also admitting the wrong person.

And now, the master of the Bishui Pavilion in front of him also mistakenly identified himself as someone else.

Song Shuhang looked directly at the lazy black-haired woman in front of him: "Senior...who is Mutou Song?"

Could it be that he is the reincarnation of a monk from ancient times?

"Song Shoumu." The lazy black-haired woman raised her head and lay on the rocking chair, seemingly lost in thought: "That was a Taoist friend of mine a long, long time ago, and the relationship was not bad. Now, I don't know how many years have passed. I don’t know if he is still alive... I haven’t seen him for a long time.”

"Senior, am I his reincarnation?" Song Shuhang asked the question he wanted to know most.

Although I have never been exposed to it, monks do have reincarnation. As long as they don't die in a 'heavenly tribulation' or are destroyed both physically and mentally by their opponents, the monks still have a chance to enter reincarnation.

"Yeah~~ Only this is impossible." The black-haired woman turned her head over while lying down, looked at Song Shuhang, and said lazily: "Because that guy Song Shuhang has no afterlife. If he wants to be reincarnated... …The only option is to seize the body or enter the puppet body.”

If he were to seize the body, Song Shuhang would no longer be Song Shuhang, but the ‘Song Mutou’ that the black-haired woman called him.

And if the 'puppet body' is used, this 'Song Shuhang' will not be able to have anything to do with Song Shuhang.

But in this case, if I have nothing to do with the 'ancient cultivator' mentioned by the black-haired woman, why do I get misidentified repeatedly? Since it can be misidentified many times...there must be 'cause and effect'.

Song Shuhang asked again: "Are we very similar between him and me?"

When he said similarity, he didn't just mean appearance, but something deeper.

There are no identical leaves in this world. Likewise, no one is exactly the same.

Among monks, looking at people is not as simple as just looking at their appearance. However, whether it was the bamboo shoots, the white dragon, or the black-haired lazy woman in front of him, he had mistaken them all!

"How should I put it... just talking about appearance?

You are only slightly similar. But your soul and aura on your body can easily be mistaken. What a surprise, are you his descendant? The lazy black-haired woman raised her head and continued: "I remember that he once had a Taoist companion. Maybe you are a descendant of his single line, which can explain it." "

"Descendant?" Song Shuhang shook his head. His family had moved several times due to various reasons, and the ancestral genealogy had been cut off for a long time. The longest trace back could only be to his grandfather's father's generation.

At this time, the black-haired woman stood up from the chair. Her black hair was thick and long, hanging behind her like a cloak, dragging on the ground.

She stood up, came to Song Shuhang, and looked up at Shuhang. After getting closer, Shuhang realized that the black-haired woman was not tall and only reached his chin when standing.

"Speaking of which, Song Shouto put something in my 'Bishui Pavilion' back then. He also said that one day, he would come and retrieve that thing... But unfortunately, I can't get this thing now. Give it back to him. Because that thing is now used by me, hahaha." The black-haired woman said with a proud smile.

Song Shuhang: "..."

The black-haired woman stretched out her hand again, and Li Yinzhu in Song Shuhang's arms was lifted up by an invisible force and put into the hands of Chu Chu who was standing at the door.

After that, the black-haired woman stretched out her hand and gently stroked Song Shuhang's cheek.

Her hands were cold and refreshing.

"Well, let me see. The techniques you practice are "Basic Vajra Boxing Technique" and... "Thirty-Three Beasts Innate Qigong"? Are you a disciple of the Thirty-Three Beasts Divine Sect?" asked the black-haired woman.

With just the contact between her fingers and Song Shuhang's body, she reported the skills that Shuhang had practiced like countless treasures. This senior’s cultivation and knowledge are unfathomable!

At the same time, Song Shuhang sensed the same oppressive force from the black-haired woman as Venerable White, Venerable Spirit Butterfly, Venerable Tornado, and Venerable Seventh Cultivator.

There is no doubt that this is also a venerable-level existence.

Maybe even more powerful!

"Senior, I am not a disciple of the Thirty-three Beasts Divine Sect." Song Shuhang shook his head and replied: "The Thirty-three Beasts Divine Sect has been destroyed. The "Thirty-three Beasts Innate Qigong" I practiced was restored by Senior Bai for me. Coupled with the "Whale Swallowing Technique" that I encountered by chance, it was pieced together."

"The Thirty-three Beast Divine Sect has also been destroyed?" The black-haired woman looked very surprised. Back then, the Thirty-Three Divine Beast Sect was also a famous sect, with several venerable-level monks in the sect, but I didn’t expect that they would all be destroyed.

"Everything in the world is impermanent." The black-haired woman said, holding Song Shuhang's face in her hands.

Suddenly, she frowned slightly, and the lazy expression on her face disappeared.

Then, dragging her long black hair, she climbed back onto the tall rocking chair and huddled in the rocking chair.

"I'm tired." The black-haired woman said.

Song Shuhang: "?"

"I'm tired, so I want to sleep. I want to take a nap... See you tomorrow." As she said that, she took out a quilt from somewhere and covered it with her. The rocking chair beneath him began to transform like a Transformer, turning into a comfortable big bed in the blink of an eye.

"Good night." The black-haired woman waved to Song Shuhang and the others.

Song Shuhang couldn't laugh or cry - what the hell is this?

Behind them, the door was pushed open, and the golden boy and girl gently entered the room. They smiled apologetically at Song Shuhang and Chu Chu, and made a 'please' gesture.

"Okay, senior. Let's meet tomorrow."

Song Shuhang could only leave the attic first.

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After Song Shuhang, Chu Chu, and Li Yinzhu were far away, Fairy Chu opened her eyes.

Her eyes moved slightly, and the runes autonomously turned into patterns in front of her eyes.

There is a blazing sword that burns the sky.

There is a thick gold chain with the thirty-three kinds of beasts inscribed on it.

There are extremely exquisite puppets.

There is also a bamboo shoot leaf and the shadow of a white dragon.

In addition, there are white and silver arm armor gloves, a piece of blood bone...

Each of these things represents a powerful monk.

"That's just the mysterious guy Chi Xiaozi, what do the other guys want to do?" Fairy Chu murmured.

After a while, Fairy Chu pulled the quilt and stretched out comfortably: "Well, it has nothing to do with me anyway. I'm so sleepy... By the way, since he seems to have some connection with Song Shouto, I'll help him. Just do it.”

"Time City is a good place, let them go there to rest tomorrow." Fairy Chu muttered in her sleep.