Feng Wuchen felt strange just now. On his way to Buddhism, he did not see Prajna from before. Even the old monk and Gong Tianqiong kept silent about this person.
Now that he thought of Gong Tianqiong's words, he suddenly guessed something.
"Could it be..."
However, he didn't wait until Feng Wuchen opened his mouth.
"Master! Palace Donor!"
Then I heard a slightly childish voice.
Feng Wuchen followed the sound and saw that the person who spoke was actually a young monk in white. This young monk was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was full of awe-inspiring aura. Looking carefully at his facial features, Feng Wuchen was stunned... .??.
This person actually looks very similar to Prajna. If he were older, I'm afraid even he wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the two.
Seeing the young monk, the old monk nodded at him: "You go down first!"
The little monk put his hands together and said politely, "Yes!"
"..."
After the young monk walked away, Feng Wuchen had a hint of doubt in his eyes: "That young master is..."
The immortal monk said: "As you can see, he is Prajna!"
Feng Wuchen was stunned: "Prajna? How come he has become so small...and he doesn't seem to recognize me anymore?"
The old monk explained: "He is Prajna, but he is not the Prajna you know. Fifteen years ago, in order to save your mother, Prajna cast the Great Sun Reincarnation Curse and re-entered reincarnation. He... is the reincarnation of Prajna!"
Feng Wuchen's expression was slightly stagnant, and he murmured: "It is indeed him...why would he do this? Who is he?"
This time, it was Gong Tianqiong who answered him: "His real name is Nangong Lin. He was the former number one genius of the Nangong family! He was also Sanmei's former fiancé... He creates things and manipulates people..."
"Nangong Lin! That's it..."
"..."
After following the two people walking through the Great Leiyin Temple for a while, everyone came to a certain wing.
Gong Tianqiong walked to a certain room and opened the door.
Enter: "Third sister! Look who's back!"
The beautiful woman in the room was holding a tea cup in her hand and looked back to see the visitor.
"Snapped!"
For a moment, the beautiful woman's expression was stunned and her movements were stagnant.
The tea cup also fell to the ground and shattered.
The mother and son looked at each other for a moment, and both of them had red eyes.
After a long time, Feng Wuchen trembled and uttered one word: "Mother..."
At that moment, Feng Wuchen finally gave up the last trace of vigilance in his heart, and the ancient sword in his hand was withdrawn into Longyuan.
Without the power of the ancient sword to support him, Feng Wuchen's face turned pale in an instant, and there was a stinging pain in the sea of ​​​​consciousness. His vision immediately went black, and he almost fainted.
"Dustless!"
Gong Chan quickly stepped forward and held Feng Wuchen in her arms, with a look of concern and anxiety on her face: "Wuchen, how are you? Don't scare me!"
The immortal monk quietly transferred a ray of spiritual energy into Feng Wuchen's Dantian.
"Don't worry! He was just bent over by the sword's intent for too long, and his essence was overdrawn! He will be fine after a short rest."
Gong Chan felt relieved and quickly helped Feng Wuchen to the side of the bed, holding the latter's hands tightly. While revealing her true feelings, her words were also choked with sobs: "It's really you..."
Mom finally sees you again! You...your grandpa didn't do anything to you, right?"
When Gong Mie was mentioned, Feng Wuchen smiled bitterly: "He is already dead!"
Hearing this, Gong Chan was stunned: "Did you kill him?"
Feng Wuchen nodded: "You...will blame me?"
A trace of sadness flashed in Gong Chan's eyes, and then she shook her head quickly: "How could I blame you? He has gone to the point of going crazy for power.
To the point where, in his eyes, there is no flesh and blood affection at all, this is just the fate he deserves..."
At this time, Gong Tianqiong and the old monk exchanged glances for a while, and suddenly stepped forward: "Although I shouldn't interrupt the reunion of your mother and son, but... there is one thing I have to say!"
Feng Wuchen took the lead and said, "What about those people from the Liuli Sect?"
Gong Tianqiong nodded: "Yes! In the final analysis, the culprit of all this is just one person, Gong Mi, and there are many innocent people among the remaining people."
At this time, Gong Chan frowned and said quickly: "What's going on? Wuchen...what happened to the disciples of the Liuli Sect?"
In front of Gong Chan, Feng Wuchen changed his cold attitude and roughly explained what happened before.
"Mom! They are all people who have wronged you... You have the final say on how to deal with them! As long as you nod, I will do whatever it takes, and I will make each of them pay a hundred times the price!"
Gong Chan shook her head quickly: "Silly boy! You don't need to do this for your mother..."
A trace of resentment flashed in Feng Wuchen's eyes: "They are the ones who caused our family to be separated. They are the ones who caused Ning'er and I to be in danger! They deserve to die!" .??.
Gong Chan continued to shake her head: "Actually, after all, the culprit behind all this may be just your grandpa... Most people are actually like your uncle, but they are just used as pawns by your grandpa. They are all pitiful
Man... sin does not lead to death!"
Under Gong Chan's plea, Feng Wuchen didn't hesitate at all and nodded directly in agreement.
"Everything will be according to mother's wishes!"
He naturally knew that the reason why Gong Tianqiong said this at this time was because he expected that Gong Chan would be soft-hearted.
Although there was a feeling of being plotted, Feng Wuchen didn't care. To him, as long as Gong Chan was fine, the death or immortality of the Jade Emperor Glazed Sect's ants didn't matter.
the difference.
"Alas..." At this time, Gong Tianqiong suddenly looked at Feng Wuchen affectionately, and sighed: "In the past few decades, it was all because of my foolish filial piety that I caused misfortune to my third sister and your family! You...
You must hate me very much, right?"
Feng Wuchen raised his eyes and looked at Gong Tianqiong, but his eyes were full of ruthlessness and indifference.
No hatred, no resentment, just like looking at a stranger.
Gong Tianqiong was stunned for a moment, and soon his face was full of bitterness.
Perhaps in this child's heart, he has never regarded himself as his relative?
I never cared about it, so how could I hate it?
"It's not about hatred... If you really feel guilty, you can try your best to compensate my mother in the future. As for me, I don't need it!"
Having said that, Feng Wuchen had a thought and took out some heavenly materials and earthly treasures from the Dragon Abyss to restore his overstretched strength.
Then he looked at Gong Tianqiong again: "Suddenly I remembered something... You should know where the resources of the Jade Emperor Glazed Sect are hidden, right?"
Gong Tianqiong nodded: "I know!"
Feng Wuchen added: "With their ten thousand years of foundation, it is fair for the remaining disciples to live in an ignoble existence, isn't it?"
Gong Tianqiong smiled bitterly again: "Now that Gong Mi is dead and the Jade Emperor Glazed Sect tree has fallen and scattered, those resources have naturally become ownerless. If you can use them, I will take you to get them!"
"That's good! Without further ado... you and I can set off now!"
With that said, Feng Wuchen turned over and got out of bed.
Gong Tianqiong and Gong Chan were shocked at the same time.
"Does your injury not matter?"
"I've recovered to the fullest!"
Chapter completed!