A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“The old man is the man in charge of the court. In fact, Daoyou's intention was to find out something in the morning through the notes in the palm cabinet. But this is not a place for conversation. Why don't you come with me to the palace?” Fat old man hugs big fat hand, unusually polite said.

On each of his ten fingers, he actually wore a completely different ring, some sparkling, glittering, others dark and uncanny, truly amazing.

“Naturally there is no problem. But this master, what do you call him?” Han Li swept the ring on the other party's hand and nodded, but then he turned his eyes and landed on a monk beside him, silently asking.

The monk, dressed in a pale yellow monk robe, looked like a 16-year-old and seventeen-year-old boy, but from the horrible spiritual pressure he had distributed, he did not know which one of Buddha's former infants was a middle-aged monster.

“Don't you dare, poor monk Yan Zhu!” The juvenile monk smiled slightly and gave a Buddha's gift with his hands together.

“Flaming bamboo?” Han Li muttered, but there was no impression in his mind.

But that's not surprising. The top four Buddhist monks are rarely known by the general monks, plus Han Liben is not a man of great Jin. It is not unusual not to recognize a Buddhist elder.

But the fat old man beside him saw Han Li's indifferent appearance. He couldn't help but see a strange flash. Although the mask was clever, how could he have missed the past with Han Li's caution? There is no leakage of colour on the surface, but a moment of thought in the mind.

Is this monk a famous Buddhist monk? Otherwise, how could the Lord of the Heavenly Palace look like this?

However, the juvenile monks were indifferent to Han Li's performance, but laughed and looked like high priests with light winds and clouds.

At this time, the white middle-aged man and the monk Cao surname finally arrived at the palace gate and rushed forward to greet the fat old man.

However, after a few words of painful instruction, Cao surname Brother was sent back, leaving only the white middle-aged man.

Then, at his humility, a walker entered the temple, and in a hall where the palace was clearly located, a walker sat down with his main guest. Of course, the white middle-aged and the knotted brothers, naturally, can only stand by their sides.

“I heard that Han Daoyou came here this time to buy the secret art of refining the ring space of this palace. I wonder if it really happened?” Suffering was straightforward enough, and the man who opened the door asked about it.

“Yes, Han is really here for this.” Han Li also didn't mean to turn around and bluntly admit it.

“Since Daoyou wanted this technique, he mostly discovered space cracks and wanted to make mustard seed space, but didn't want to let the second person know the exact location of the space.” The fat old man didn't mean to smile lightly.

The Master of the Heavenly Palace had a mid-term modification of Yuan Baby, plus being the leader of one side of the force, so when facing Han Li, he showed respect, but also tolerated abnormality, and did not have any faults.

“Daoyou will come down with a broken word.” Han Li glanced slightly and said lightly.

“Well, since the creation of the mustard space in this palace, it's not like there's been a dodo, to ask for a refining method. Similar to Brother Han's arrival, these Taoists want to create their own exclusive space and never want the second person to know about it. And some of these people have been archbishops of the same rank as Taoists.” He replied with a grin.

“Oh, Daoist said yes.” Han Li was a little curious.

“No! Although each of these friends promised never to divulge this law, if this court truly informed the law of refining, I'm afraid the machine house, the machine house and other things would not have been original to this door.” The fat old man said directly.

“If Daoyou does this, there must be another way to solve it. Otherwise, even your Lordship would not have done such an unwise thing.” Han Li said in silence for a moment.

“Brother Han said it extremely well. Naturally, an astronomical pavilion in the district would not dare to offend so many of them. Although the Cabinet did not surrender the refining method, there were alternatives that could also meet the demands of these Daoists.” The fat old man replied lightly.

“Alternative?” This time, Han Li was a little stunned.

“The Cabinet actually studied a set of array of instruments a long time ago that could create a ban on forming a space directly and temporarily similar to the mustard space, whose utility, though not to be said to be identical to that of a real mustard space, is at least seventy-eight percent the same.” Suffering is so confident, "he said.

“There are such things. But since it is forbidden, this mustard space is probably flawed.” Han Li frowned and shook his head.

“There are naturally some flaws. But these defects are nothing to a Taoist like Brother Han.” A painful but careless sermon.

“Brother Zhang said so. Han is really interested. Could you elaborate?” Han Li finally had some movement.

“Nothing, actually. The former papal lord joined forces with several French priests to design a mustard array based on the principle of mustard space, and then copied the array almost perfectly with array apparatus. This array appliance is suitable as long as it is not too large a space. There are only two flaws. Since it is a forming apparatus, and to form such a large mustard space, the amount of spirit stone consumed is naturally quite small, and the cost of maintaining it for one year is probably tens of thousands of spirit stones. Of course, if space itself had spiritual veins, the consumption of spiritual stones could be reduced. In addition, once this array of instruments has been installed, this temporary ring space will last for a maximum of two to three thousand years, when the array of instruments will become ineffective and the entire space will collapse on its own and become unusable. These two points are insufficient. The former is naturally worthless to mention, such as Daoist, who, if he does not intend to use it as a family or ancestral heritage site, naturally has more than enough years. After all, even if we practiced in the realm of the Kaizen, we waited for more than 2,000 years of life.” Suffering is a little self-righteous, he said.

Han Li listened to these words and touched his chin, revealing a thoughtful expression on his face.

“What do you think, Han Daoyou is interested in the Gazette set? If it was intentional, the council would sell a set of discounts to Daoyou." The old man stared at Han Li with a smile, but his eyes flashed in a sly light, and it seemed that Han Li would definitely agree.

But the next moment, the bitter smile just stalled.

“I still intend to refine the mustard space.” After a long silence, Han Li shook his head.

This time, not only the white middle-aged man standing nearby slightly changed his face, but also the monk named "Flaming Bamboo“, who kept his head down, looked up a little unexpectedly and looked at Han Li.

“Taoist so insisted, seems to have his own thoughts, but should always give reason to the next said past.” The fat old man's gaze flashed for a few moments before sighing. Placed on one side of the palm, but subconsciously tapped the chair handle made of jade, very regular appearance.

Han Li saw the old man's behavior but ignored it. He said calmly:

“Simply put, there are already signs of instability in the space I discovered, and I don't believe I can rely on a set of array apparatus in the area alone, but I can also practice space collapse to stop it. A pair of refining methods by Han is necessary.” Han Li stared at the fat old man he was selling and couldn't refuse to say.

When Han Li said this, he frowned bitterly. Obviously, Han Li's answer was bigger than he expected. For the first time, he showed hesitation.

“If you want mustard space refining, talk to your husband first.” At this moment, an old voice came from somewhere, and then the silver flashed, and a bright light lasered from outside the temple. After a circle, an old monk in a silver robe emerged from the silver light.

At first sight of the old monk, the bitterness of sitting and the two flaming bamboos rose in panic to greet him. The fat old man is even more elusive.

“Master Yuan Zhi, you're here! ‘

“See Brother Yuanzhi! ”

The two people actually called it that.

Han Li sat on the chair and did not move. Instead, he measured the monk with a rather interesting gaze.

Although not as young as bamboo, the monk also looked thirty years old and very elegant. It's impossible to associate him with that old voice.

But the name Yuanzhi, he really heard of it. The monk appears to be one of the three late infant elders of the four Buddhist median thunder.

Unlike other Buddhist archbishops, this man is highly prestigious in the Grand Jin and also holds a very rare position in the Buddhist Guardian of Vajra. It doesn't seem very eye-to-eye with the two doors of Dojo. As for the rest, he doesn't know much.

“Turns out to be Master Yuan Zhi of the Thunder Tone Sect. I didn't expect the Master to be the Guest Elder of the Cabinet. Han is truly disrespectful.“ After measuring the silver monk, Han Li sat in the chair with a smile and gave a gift.

“I don't know which sect Han Daoyou is from. The poor monk never seemed to have heard of Daoyou before.” Seeing Han Li as big as this, the silver monk's eyes flashed brightly and asked directly without any courtesy.

“It's not surprising that Master Yuan Zhi doesn't recognize Han. It's also the first time I've seen a high priest in a thunder class!” Han Li hey hey smile, lazy look.

“Brother Yuanzhi, this may be the first time you've seen Han Shifu, but this is definitely not the first time you've heard of Han Daoyou's fame.” A young firecracker suddenly smiled softly, saying what others had expected.

Han Li's face changed slightly and then turned his head towards the person.

The bitter whisper revealed a thoughtful expression.

“Oh, Brother Firecracker, what does that mean?” The Silver Monk also had some accidents.

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