Chapter 849: A Glimpse of the Flood [8]
He didn't care about the creatures of the Six Realms, he only cared about her.
"Does she live alone in it and never come out?"
"I heard that it came out during the festival in the past, but later I probably thought the ceremony was cumbersome, so I left everything to Longzun instead." The next person said.
"Then how does she protect the Holy Spring?"
"Your Highness, you don't know, the goddess and the holy spring are one, with her, the holy spring will naturally be safe and sound, there are few people in the Six Realms whose strength can be compared to her, you see that there is no one who dares to approach the holy spring at will."
Yu Wushi listened, but muttered: "It's so powerful, why are you hiding in the forbidden place?" ”
The subordinate said: "Your Highness, the goddess is dedicated to cultivation, just for the supreme Dao Fa, she only has the common people in her heart, and she has no desires and no desires." ”
She only had Cangsheng in her heart, and this sentence stimulated his heart fiercely.
"What kind of thing is Cangsheng?"
Of course, the subordinates didn't dare to disobey him, and hurriedly smiled: "Of course, the common people are nothing compared to His Highness." ”
When I went back to sleep at night, I couldn't get rid of the figure in the lake in my mind, even when she coldly looked at her and let her get out, the posture was unmatched in this world.
He didn't know how many beautiful fairies he had seen in the God Realm, even in the Demon Realm and the Demon Realm, any outstanding beauty was inferior to her.
Unable to sleep, he got up and pushed open the window, and the sound of the rain outside the window was dripping on the leaves, on the eaves, in the pool, it was a noisy sound, but he had never felt so pleasant.
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On rainy days, the Buddha no longer dares to bathe in the lake.
But there has been a lot of rain in the divine realm for some reason recently, and she was afraid that she would not be able to detect the breath of some masters in the rain, so she didn't go out, just stood under the eaves and quietly listened to the sound that seemed to be like an earthly noise.
She is so familiar with the places she has lived for tens of millions of years that she doesn't need eyes, and she can walk freely everywhere.
But because of her blind eyes, it was difficult for her to see the people who were hiding nearby and peeking at her every day.
With the sound of a burst of rain, she can hide her breath very well, and the strength of such a person is similar to her.
I don't know how long it has been, the rainy weather is endless, even the Fan Lingshu can't help it, there must be something wrong, there can't be any big changes in the divine realm, right?
She couldn't leave the Mandala Temple, revealing her identity and letting people know that Ah Quan had left.
She was afraid that the continuous rain would cause the lake to rise and flood the place where she lived.
However, she didn't know that this man-made rain was cyclical, and the water level could not rise, but other troubles were inevitable.
For example, one day when she was very tired from cultivation and was about to take a nap, when she touched the quilt, she touched something soft and cool.
What is it?
She touched it carefully, but she felt a sticky texture on her fingers, and she leaned into the tip of her nose and smelled it, and her face turned green.
What the hell weather! She's got mushrooms in her quilt!
After all, she carries the memories of her previous life, she was born in the south, where there is a rainy season every year, continuous rain, the air is too humid, quilts and clothes are often moldy, and it is common for some serious mushrooms to grow.
She hadn't thought that such a thing would happen in the Divine Realm, and in thousands of years in the Mandala Temple, there had never been such abnormal weather.
She touched the quilt with mushrooms, she was at a loss, it was raining all day, where should she go to dry the quilt?
Fan Lingshu went out with an umbrella, trying to find a spacious and ventilated place where there was no rain to dry the quilt.