So What If You've Been Reborn?

Chapter 244

What is the most surprising thing about an ancient monk who carries a giant fish with him?

that fish?

No, it's the gourd that holds the fish.

Nan Hongzi looked at the blue gourd in surprise. He heard Shi Feng and Chen He talk about the South China Sea. This big gourd, which looked like it could only be poured into a pot of soup, contained a sea-swallowing beast?

Every monk has a storage bag, but even if it is a storage magic weapon, no living things can be placed.

Living things can be placed, and it is such a huge monster, even if the monster will become bigger and smaller, the storage magic weapon will not recognize it, as long as it goes in, it must be restored to its original shape, otherwise anyone can shrink things and stuff them into the storage. If there is no storage bag, there will be no shortage of space in the low-grade storage bag-this magic weapon, no, this must be a fairy weapon!

Yang Xinyue slowly rewrapped the gourd into the felt robe. When he was wearing it cross-body, he would have gained a lot of weight. If he didn't wrap the gourd in the felt robe, this gourd would be the size of a seven-year-old child. People will be stared at everywhere.

If this is a celestial artifact, monks can hardly use it to hold things, and even the tricks of blindness can't add it.

Nan Hongzi couldn't help feeling sympathetic: fish are not easy to raise either!

"Eat a lot every time." Nan Hong looked at the still struggling gourd.

Yang Xinyue disagreed: "You don't need to eat, just let it sleep."

"..."

The world is difficult, and being a fish is not easy.

Nan Hongzi changed his position to the fish, and had new emotions.

Probably because the meaning in his eyes was too obvious, Yang Xinyue had to cough lightly: "The food it loved has been extinct with the destruction of the ancient wasteland, and there is nowhere to find it. Even its blood relatives, there is only one left, Or there was no cloud-swallowing whale that mutated in ancient times, and the cloud-swallowing whale only eats dried shrimps."

It's all starving!

Only those guys who put down their dignity and even swallowed small shrimps survived.

Nan Hongzi smacked his lips, admiring the cycle of the world.

Yang Xinyue pressed the gourd, and said casually: "You don't mind, Xiao Tun it has made a fuss all the way, it's not because I smelled your mutton soup."

Nan Hongzi looked down at the earthen pot with only soup left, and fished out the leg bone with chopsticks.

"This is Luoyang mutton soup. Pindao has learned it for many years in a mutton shop in Luoyang. Since he became a monk, he no longer cares about food. I have never tasted this authentic taste in other places. I didn't expect—— "

Once he died and his body was dissected, and when he became a mortal Qu Hong, he felt that there was nothing more delicious than the Luoyang mutton soup in his deepest memory.

Yang Xinyue took a few casual glances at Nan Hongzi and found out: "Are you Duoshe?"

Nan Hongzi said bluntly: "I should have searched for a child who had just been born or lost his soul before birth, but was delayed. When he found this child, he lost his way and died of starvation. I lack innate talent." Qi, it is difficult to fly up."

"is it?"

Yang Xinyue subconsciously asked back, and then realized that Nan Hongzi was just talking, and he didn't worry about such things at all, so he immediately changed his mouth and said, "Are you from Luoyang?"

As the suzerain of Nanhe Sect 8000 years ago, Luoyang Xiangyang treated him no differently.

But he was reincarnated into this world, and he happened to be from Luoyang.

It’s just that I’m still too young to leave my hometown, and I’ve long forgotten what to eat in Luoyang. I just remember that Luo’s family is a flower farmer, and the peonies they sell every year are enough for a family of ten to chew. I owed too much debt, and finally sold several children.

Most of the monks in the East China Sea were found by Liang Yange from various places and sold to the East China Sea and the South China Sea.

Yang Xinyue's spirit reincarnation is no exception.

Hundreds of years have passed, and nothing can be found, but it is freed from secular involvement.

"Pindao was born in Luoyang. Before becoming a monk...cough, he was a waiter in a mutton soup shop when he was young." Nan Hongzi didn't even tell Shi Feng.

The world only knows the deeds of Nan Hongzi's self-enlightenment, and only knows that he was a general of the previous dynasty.

But no one was born to be a general. The Shi family had a prominent surname in Guanzhong, and that was later. They were in Luoyang, Guandong in the early years.No matter how big the family is, there are more than a dozen poor relatives.Those who can't eat have to pull down and go out to find work, and they can't rely on the female relatives to do needlework.

When the war was in chaos, the imperial court conscripted soldiers, went door-to-door to check household registration, and left if they were abducted.

After many years of beating life and death in the frontier, the generals on the border died faster than those sent by the imperial court. Noble children with status and family background dared not go here, and it was only slowly that he earned the name of such a victorious general head.

"Really? You have a murderous aura, and you can't hide it from my eyes." Yang Xinyue sharply pierced Nan Hongzi's unfinished words, "As far as I know, nothing major has happened in the cultivation world for hundreds of years. "

"Sect Master Yang's words are wrong. 300 years ago, there was a catastrophe of changing the dynasty. Recently, the cultivation world has been in chaos again. Seeing that it is a catastrophe sweeping across China, how can we say nothing happened."

Yang Xinyue said coldly: "You have killed tens of thousands of people... No, you have seen the life and death of tens of thousands of people. This kind of killing spirit has penetrated into your soul. The ancient desolation has been broken for many years, and now the cultivation How can there be so many monks in the world?"

Nan Hongzi paused: "In that case, so is the suzerain?"

"Ancient desolate monsters are infested, endless life, endless destruction, my generation of monks, how can I not kill?" Yang Xinyue is really willing because Nan Hongzi seems to have something in common with the ancient desolate monks. Stop and say these words more.

"In addition to monsters, there are also gods."

Nan Hongzi's words made Yang Xinyue's face suddenly change: "You—"

"Ancient Desolation was not torn apart by monsters."

Nan Hongzi leisurely picked up the earthen pot, and started to drink the mutton soup as if no one was there.

The soup was delicious, and he sighed in satisfaction after a while: "Look at the poor, I forgot, when the Suzerain was alive, Guhuang was fine!"

Hit people without slapping their faces, and expose people without revealing shortcomings.

Nan Hongzi embarrassed Yang Xinyue in this way, but the latter's face was ashen, but he was very calm, neither reprimanding nor refuting.This disappointed a certain Taoist priest who was trying to find out why a Nanhe sect suzerain had fallen to this point.

"I seem to remember the saying in the world today, Taoist priests are monks and don't eat meat?" Yang Xinyue said darkly.

"Oh!"

Nan Hongzi waved his hand casually in a tone of exasperation: "I just made this Taoist priest casually. There is no proof of the status of a monk. Sect Master Yang probably doesn't know. In this world, monks and Taoist priests only need to be saved. A real monk is a real Taoist priest, and everything else is a fake, a scam.”

"..."

Nan Hongzi put away the earthen pot and chopsticks, made a pillow with his hands behind his head, and lay down against the wall, still muttering: "The poor will not disturb the suzerain's important affairs, the wind and sand will not change, and the mutton will not , there will be a period later."

The South China Sea is so far away from the customs, Yang Xinyue came all the way, obviously something happened.

No matter what, Nan Hongzi was not interested.

——The former suzerain of Nanhe Sect symbolizes the great trouble.

Before life, after death, pile after pile.

As a result, Yang Xinyue refused to leave, and sat still: "Is this the place I want to come?"

Nan Hongzi opened his eyes in surprise, and repeated in disbelief: "Here?"

In a desolate abandoned city outside the pass, what could attract Yang Xinyue?Can there be treasures?

It wasn't until the sun set and the ruins were plunged into darkness that Yang Xinyue said slowly, "8000 years ago, this was the residence of the Nanhe Sect."

"..."

Nan Hongzi intuitively felt that the other party was lying, and then he thought of one thing, could it be——

"This city, and under the wasteland dozens of miles away, there are intricate secret passages, very long ago, built by someone, and they are extremely strong. Is this the legacy of the Nanhe Sect?"

Yang Xinyue frowned: "So you didn't pass by here?"

The remnants of thousands of years ago have sunk into the ground, and this place is so barren, how can ordinary people find it.

Nan Hongzi laughed awkwardly, lest Yang Xinyue say that there is a treasure here, a secret treasure of Beixuan, and he would take it all over again, and if he failed to ascend, another one would really kill him.

Fortunately, Yang Xinyue just stared at the extinguished fire in a daze, and didn't delve into this issue.

"It's called Nanhezong. I'm afraid it's in the south. This is the north—" Nan Hongzi said without elaborating. The ancient wasteland was broken, and only a small part of the land remained. The buried dilapidated stone road turned out to be the ruins of the ancient Cultivation Master, which was something no one could have imagined.

Nanhezong lost, and the sect was in ruins, not a single thing survived.

Only the stone path remains...

"At least it's still there. If there are ancestors from the Beixuan sect, they won't even be able to find their old place!" Nan Hongzi said disapprovingly.

It was completely destroyed 3000 years ago. Some people can't wait to dig three feet to find treasures, and the mountains can be leveled.

"Hmph." Yang Xinyue had obviously heard about it, and he just snorted coldly about what happened to his old enemy, and didn't say anything harsh.

As the sun set, the sound of horseshoes and people came from the end of the wilderness in the dark night.

A caravan passing by is heading towards the ruins that can shelter from the wind and sand. It used to be a tall city, and the remaining city walls are still a resting place that many people would choose to rest.

"Sovereign, please go ahead, the poor have money, can live, and don't need to meet people face to face."

Nan Hongzi laughed long, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Yang Xinyue remained silent, and casually cast a blindfold on himself, and found a high place to sit alone.

At this time, he saw the caravan leading the horses into the city, and the torches they held illuminated the top of the remaining door openings in the city wall. There were three mottled words: Yuling Pass.

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Heluo faction.

The smoke disappeared, and the drowsy Taoist priests woke up suddenly again.

"Sect Leader, can you gain something?"

"How about the secret?" They eagerly came to the altar, very curious about the little-known Mahayana monk.

Reverend Chixuan's eyes were straightened, which made several elders think that something happened to him, and they almost tried to recall Yuanshen to the head of the sect.

"It seems that I saw it, but the mystery is inexplicable." Master Chixuan looked confused.

All the Taoists asked in unison, "How?"

"...saw a pot of hot mutton soup."