Chapter 1057: Fengxianshan Chariot God

The bedroom of Venerable Ksitigarbha is a bit exaggerated, and the decoration is also very distinctive. It is mainly made of spiritual wood and spiritual stones. The furniture is made of spiritual wood. The walls and floor tiles are all spiritual stones. Feeling full of aura, suitable for rest and practice. Some unique sculptures, calligraphy and painting artworks also highlight the taste of the owner, showing a luxurious atmosphere in a low-key way.

Except for the function of a mirror, the golden house in Xunxian Palace is just vulgar and cannot be compared with this place.

Tang Zixian fell in love with it immediately: "Husband, let this be our bedroom from now on."

Ning Tao said: "This is the bedroom of Venerable Ksitigarbha, isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

Tang Zixian said: "Sister Xunxian's Xunxian Palace is also Yingren's bedroom. Why is it inappropriate here? Besides, Venerable Ksitigarbha usually lives in Fenglingyu's Lingyu Palace, so this place is empty. Yes, at most it is a cover for a treasure in the underground palace."

Ning Tao smiled: "If you like it, then I will use it as your bedroom. It is called Yinyue Palace."

Tang Zixian gave Ning Tao a blessing: "My concubine, thank the Immortal King Long En."

Ning Tao couldn't hold back this time, and waved his hand and patted it.

There was a crisp snap.

Ripples.

This slap also annoyed Fairy Yinyue, and she plunged into his arms, wrapping around his neck...

The treasure trolley started.

The lights came on.

The wheels moved.

The spirit wood table is crooked.

The spirit wood chair fell to the ground.

The quilt on the table fell to the ground.

The carved screen was also overturned to the ground.

The car is so good, I can't help but step on the accelerator to the bottom.

Crossing the mountains and crossing the mountains, crossing the rivers.

What is the happiest thing in life?

It's about driving the best cars and taking the dirtiest roads.

Li Tianhao led a large group of immortals out of the treasures of the underground palace, and Li Tianhao still held a ledger in his hand, which was to report the number of money and spiritual objects in the treasures of the underground palace to Ning Tao.

He is a new official who is full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm. He wants to prove to Ning Tao that it is not wrong to let him manage the Tibetan city. He can manage the Tibetan city well, and he can assist Ning Tao to become a sage in the fairy world!

However, after he explained the reason for his visit, Pixiu Jinzang, who was resting at the door, said slowly, "My master is not free, please come back tomorrow morning."

Zhixianer: "..."

This is a scoop of cold water!

He has a lot of ideas in his mind, and he wants to tell the Immortal King that the Ksitigarbha Gate is destroyed, and everything is waiting to be rebuilt. It is also the time when the Immortal King needs to deal with the government affairs. How can he come back tomorrow morning?

Then, he heard some voices that were indescribable in words.

He suddenly understood.

The immortals who came with him slipped away in twos and threes.

Zhi Xian'er sighed, took the account book and left, and walked dozens of steps before saying: "A hundred wastes are waiting to be done, a hundred wastes are waiting to be done, you want to be a virtuous king... Sigh !"

Pixiu Jinzang raised his front paws and covered his ears, his fluffy face had an expression of lovelessness.

The night was getting dark.

The car stopped.

Ning Tao came out of the cab and looked at a painting on the wall. His sight and mind were immediately attracted by that painting.

The picture on the painting is the fairy catcher.

The head can't be seen in the clouds, only a part of the upper body and a pair of terrifying big feet like Optimus Prime. At its feet, a mountain was trampled flat. It holds countless immortals in its hands, some of them can see their heads,

Some only see one foot. In the air, someone was falling, as if it grabbed too much at once and fell through the fingers.

This painting is very realistic

, not at all inferior to those realistic oil paintings on earth.

In the lower left corner of the painting, there is a sentence: The God of No Come.

God of no return?

Ning Tao was full of curiosity: "Zixian, look at that painting, it shows the god of no coming, what do you think?"

Tang Zixian: "Hmm..."

"Um?"

"Hmm..." Tang Zixian didn't even want to open her eyes, her nasal voice was still extremely lazy.

Ning Tao couldn't help but smiled wryly.

Guan Gong used a big knife in front of him, is there anyone who won't be chopped off?

He got down from the natural bed, and with a thought, the suits of the robbery flew over him one by one. He was wearing a cloudy silk hat, wearing a mud spirit green cloud suit, and he was walking on cloud shoes. He was so handsome. A push.

He walked slowly to the wall, observed the painting carefully, and pondered the meaning of the word "God Who Never Comes" in his heart.

The word "God of God" can be removed without thinking, which means a god.

The point is that there are no words.

no, no.

Come……

After thinking about it over and over again, Ning Tao suddenly flashed a ray of inspiration in his mind: "No coming, doesn't it mean that there is no source? It can also be understood as not knowing where it came from? Since there is no source, I don't know where it came from. Where did it come from, did it fall from the sky?"

Maybe that's the explanation.

But there is no evidence to prove it.

Ksitigarbha is also dead, and it is not even known who painted this painting.

But at this moment, Tang Zixian's voice came from behind: "Husband, my concubine remembered!"

Ning Tao put away his thoughts and turned around. Tang Zixian, who was just lying down and pretending to be dead, was full of energy at this moment, with an excited smile on her face.

"What do you remember?" Ning Tao walked towards her and asked.

Tang Zixian said, "I remember where my ancestor's artifact is."

"God... tool?" It wasn't originally the word, but Ning Tao changed it.

Tang Zixian obviously knew what Ning Tao was talking about, she nodded and pointed to the ceiling.

Ning Tao looked up at the ceiling, suddenly understood something, and said tentatively: "Lady, you are talking about..."

"Sacred Mountain." Tang Zixian said.

Ning Tao couldn't help frowning: "It's very dangerous during the daytime. The mountain is in the sky. Once you go up there, you can't hide. It's even more dangerous. I have fought against the fairy catcher, and I probably can beat it." root hair."

Tang Zixian gave Ning Tao a charming look.

Ning Tao smiled bitterly: "What my husband said is true."

Tang Zixian rolled her eyes again: "The concubine should take it for real."

Ning Tao: "..."

Tang Zixian said: "There is a temple of my ancestors on the sacred mountain, and the artifact is in the temple. But even if I know where it is hidden, I can't get the artifact back."

"Why?"

Tang Zixian said: "The sacred mountain cannot be climbed unless it is a god. I am not even a fairy now, let alone a god. In the future, if my husband becomes a real god and goes to the sacred mountain, my husband will go to the temple of my ancestors to retrieve it." That divine weapon. With that divine weapon, my concubines can give birth to dragon sons for my husband."

Ning Tao's heart moved: "That artifact still has this mana?"

Tang Zixian pursed her lips and smiled: "Didn't I tell you that you have seen the artifact, of course you can."

Of course Ning Tao had seen it, but no matter how hard he tried to figure it out, he couldn't make up the connection between her childbirth and that artifact. And it's not easy to ask such a thing, let's wait for the answer to be revealed in the future.

"Sir, you seem to have asked me what

what? Only then did Peng Zixiang remember.

Ning Tao pointed to the painting on the wall: "That's the painting, on which is written the God of No Come, now that you have recovered your memory, do you know anything?"

Tang Zixian looked at the fairy catcher on the painting, and then at the gods who never came. She thought for a while before shaking her head.

Ning Tao was a little disappointed, but he also thought it was a normal situation. Venerable Ksitigarbha must know the origin of this painting, but the god of no coming is also written on this painting, which shows that Venerable Dizang actually does not know the origin of the fairy catcher, so it is not surprising that she does not know up.

There is a strange feeling in his heart, about the destruction of the ancient spirit era, about the appearance of the fairy world, is there anything else. For some reason, he always felt that there was a thread in all of this, and that thread connected each thing and each individual. But no matter how he combed and thought, he couldn't find the end of the thread.

etc……

"Nothing?" Ning Tao's eyes once again fell on the word "Nothing" in the four characters on the painting. At this moment, he seemed to have touched something, as if he had caught the thread. But this flash of inspiration was so fleeting, he didn't even have time to feel it before it disappeared, let alone grasp it.

He stared blankly at the word "no" and didn't move for a long time.

"Husband, why are you in a daze?" Tang Zixian asked curiously.

Only then did Ning Tao come back to his senses, and he smiled wryly: "The word Wu on the painting reminds me of a supreme existence. I once met the remnant soul of Lord Blessing Star. He said that the supreme ruler of heaven is Wu, this painting wants to say that the fairy catcher is the god of Wulai, and I just wondered if the fairy catcher is nothing."

Tang Zixian said: "Husband, if you say so, it is really possible, so I will never have a chance to get back the ancestor's artifact?"

Ning Tao was silent for a while before saying: "No, it can't be nothing."

"Why?"

Ning Tao recalled the scene when he met Buri Xingjun's remnant soul, and said: "Buri Xingjun said that he just had the idea of ​​killing innocent people, and he was killed by Wu. It’s not that powerful. Don’t worry, one day I will go to Shenshan to help you find the artifact of your ancestors.”

"If you come back early, this concubine will give birth to dragon sons for you." Tang Zixian winked at Ning Tao, and even turned up Marilyn Monroe's signature Erlang legs.

Ning Tao's whole body is not well.

The uncooked rice has already been cooked, and you still flirt, what do you mean?

Tang Zixian squeezed her eyes again: "Husband, my concubine sees that you are exhausted, don't stand still, lie down and rest for a while."

Ning Tao snorted softly and strode over.

He knew it was a trick.

But he is willing to join in.

Outside the Yinyue Palace, Pixiu Jinzang covered his ears again.

mmp...

Do you still want Pixiu to live?

Pixiu was tortured into Pixiu.

The long night has its end.

It is bright when it is said, there is no prelude to the rising sun at all, it is directly the climax.

The gate of Yinyue Palace opened, and Ning Tao and Tang Zixian walked out.

Pixiu Jinzang yawned: "Master, mistress, good morning."

Ning Tao glanced at it, and said with concern: "Jin Zang, what's wrong with your eyes, why are they so red?"

Pixiu Jinzang: "...a bug got in just now."

"Would you like me to give you a blow?"

"No, no, no!" Pixiu Jinzang was flattered and hurriedly refused.

Ning Tao said: "After the place stabilizes, we will go to Penglai Xiandao and get ready."

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