Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 234 Hot Chat
An Qingli smiled and said: "Of course I know this. Those anecdotes and strange records in the Zongmen Library Pavilion are not for nothing. Luck is relative. You see, tens of thousands of years ago, those who were more than a thousand years old To be able to ascend, that is great luck. Now, those who are more than a thousand years old are probably just Nascent Souls."

Xiao Jintan sighed: "The luck of the entire Bianlan world is declining, and the overall luck of the monks in it is also declining."

Little Pegasus interjected: "That's right, one generation is not as good as one generation. My ancestors said that tens of thousands of years ago, there were still many monks with five purples. But not long ago, they were swept away in the black market auction. The strongest, It's only close to the four purples, and it's really not as good as a generation."

"Is there anyone with better luck than Qingli?" Xiao Lingxi was curious, "Who is it?"

Little Pegasus didn't hide it: "It's also from your Tian Yunzong, the one who looks like a farmer, has a simple face and thick fingers, and his luck is amazing."

An Qingli raised her eyebrows: "Yue Hongyun?"

Little Pegasus nodded: "That's the name, luck is just like the name."

An Qingli sighed, it's no wonder that in her previous life she left behind her unremarkable fiancée, An Qingli, to marry the Ji family's daughter-in-law. It turned out that Yue Hongyun's great luck also included great luck.

Xiao Jintan suddenly thought of the immortal tree, and said again: "I really should let the little horse go and see Qin Wuyue, to see what kind of luck she is."

An Qingli also let out a "huh".

Little Pegasus asked: "What kind of strange man is that?"

"He came from a bad background, and his spiritual roots were below average, but he obtained the sacred tree of the undead tree. He was robbed twice, but he narrowly escaped death. It is no exaggeration to truly escape death."

Xiao Maer thought: "Black, white, blue, red, purple, five-color luck, she is at least blue luck, maybe even light red luck."

Xiao Jintan was a little surprised: "How do you say?"

"If you have bad luck, you can't keep the good things you have." Little Pegasus said plausibly, "If the person is still alive and the Shenmu is still in hand, that is good luck."

An Qingli felt reasonable.

But Xiao Lingxi exclaimed: "What do you mean, little horse, if Qingli's luck declines, he won't be able to protect what he has, and will lose something?"

Little Pegasus shook the braid tied with flowers on the back of his head, and said proudly: "Isn't this normal? There are gains and losses, it's inevitable."

An Qingli thought of Anjia in Luofeng City. When luck was high, there was one school and two schools. When luck was weak, there was only one low-grade Lingbao left to support the scene. All the good things from the heyday were given away.

However, it is good to give out the valuables, and finally preserve the family inheritance.

Xiao Lingxi looked serious: "Then it's better to have more luck. If luck is weak, good things will be robbed."

Xiao Jintan proudly said: "That's why Qingli has always cherished his own luck. Look at Jiang Yiyun, the only son of the Dujie ancestor, how much luck he has. It's really sad that he lost his own luck."

"And that Mengdie." Xiao Lingxi added.

"Who is Mengdie?" Little Pegasus is not good at remembering names.

"That shoe with butterflies embroidered on it."

"Oh, she." Little Pegasus suddenly remembered, "It's also a purple luck, but her luck goes down. Do you know what it feels like when the luck goes down? It's like a ball of fire, gradually changing Xiao Xiao became weaker, and the luck of the people around her also declined. What happened to her, what crime did she do?"

"She has a ghost butterfly." Several little guys were discussing vigorously.

"Ghost resentment butterfly?" Little Phoenix, who had regained his sanity, also joined the discussion, "There is this little thing in the inheritance memory of the Phoenix family. Ghost resentment butterfly grows in the underworld and feeds on resentment. It will increase the resentment of others and absorb it away." People around are lucky."

"Hey, will you still win luck?" Little Pegasus couldn't bear it.

"It's not obvious stealing luck." Xiao Fenghuang said, "It's the kind of stealing luck that happens gradually, and the harm will show up after a long period of time. Moreover, the ghost complaining butterfly's ability to seize luck is the innate ability of the ghost complaining butterfly. Just like a flower, it can emit fragrance by itself, and it doesn't need to do anything deliberately."

Little Lingxi sighed: "Then the Meng family is miserable. This Meng Die, unknowingly harming the people around him, isn't he born to collect debts from the Meng family."

Little Phoenix said: "Perhaps. However, most of the luck sucked by the ghost resentment butterfly is used to replenish the lost luck of the inquirer. That is to say, the ghost resentment butterfly lowers the luck of the inquirer, and absorbs luck from others to compensate the incumbent." Master, generally maintain the owner's luck unchanged."

Little Lingxi was curious: "Then Meng Die's luck, how can it still go down?"

Xiao Jintan snorted: "Stupid. I don't remember the case of exterminating the family in Wuyang City. The ghost complained about the butterfly's crimes, and the cause and effect aggravated. Mengdie's luck must be reduced."

"What will Mengdie look like in the end?"

According to the inheritance memory, Little Phoenix said: "The whole body will become a chrysalis, which will become the nourishment of the ghost butterfly, and then the ghost butterfly will go to find the next owner."

"Ah, will it still be like this?" Xiao Lingxi heard of it for the first time.

Little Phoenix said: "Many of those who form a pact with Ghost Grudge Butterfly will die suddenly. Ghost Grudge Butterfly rarely appears in Bianlan Realm, and it's normal for monks here not to know the final outcome."

Xiao Jintan was a little speechless: "Meng Die came from another world anyway, first he went out and encountered misfortune, and then made a pact with this ghost, what kind of luck is he?"

Little Phoenix said: "Before it becomes nourishment, the ghost resentment butterfly can wholeheartedly help Qizhu against the enemy, and can also speed up Qizhu's cultivation speed, isn't it the Qizhu's great luck."

Above the sky, the scenery is monotonous, and looking down, it is also a vast expanse of whiteness.

But the little guys chatted enthusiastically.

An Qingli occasionally expressed her opinion.

"Coming."

Patriarch Qi Min suddenly made a sound, stepped down, and threw An Qingli out of his sleeve again.

An Qingli stood beside the patriarch, looking down, he saw several golden Buddhist temples hidden among the lush green trees.

gold?

Xiao Jintan's favorite is gold.

Xiao Jintan withdrew from the hot chat, the golden soul went to An Qingli's shrine, lay down in An Qingli's shrine, and hurriedly looked down.

On the winding mountain road, someone clasped his hands together and raised them above his head, then knelt down and pressed his whole body to the ground.

An Qingli and his group quickly passed above him, but the man didn't notice it at all. He stood up again, clasped his hands together, raised them above his head, and pressed his whole body on the ground.

The bell sounded from a distance, and then the sound of chanting was faintly heard.

In the green forest, there is a small half-covered temple, only a corner of the temple is exposed, two young monks carrying water, one in front and one behind, stepping on the mossy path, meandering up.

There is sandalwood.

People who have lived here all year round may not feel it, but An Qingli and Ji Xiaopeng, two newcomers, have sniffed it out.

Patriarch Qi Min brought An Qingli and landed at the gate of the temple.

(End of this chapter)