When the woodcutter heard Zhang Qingfeng's question, he looked at him in surprise, then showed a simple and honest smile on his face, and said: "Young man, the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain you mentioned is the residence of gods. It is said that a Bodhi Patriarch lives on it."

When Zhang Qingfeng heard this, he suddenly felt happy. He bowed and said, "Mr. Do you know where Fangcun Mountain is?"

The woodcutter laughed and pointed to the north: "You go west and climb three mountains and you will arrive. But there are countless people who have been looking for this place over the years, and not many of them have actually succeeded in becoming a disciple."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rain outside stopped instantly. The woodcutter smiled faintly, picked up the firewood, and left slowly. He also sang: "Where we meet, it is either an immortal or a Taoist. Sit quietly and talk about Huang Ting..."

It was getting late now. Zhang Qingfeng stayed in the ruined temple for one night and set off early the next morning, heading towards the west.

To the west of the ruined temple, there are rolling mountains ahead. Zhang Qingfeng held a wooden stick in his hand, pushed aside the weeds, and climbed up the mountain.

But as soon as he went up the mountain, the scorching sun was shining high in the sky, and the temperature of the mountain rose rapidly. Soon, Zhang Qingfeng's lips were dried out by the high temperature and he became dizzy.

There is something unusual about this high temperature.

Zhang Qingfeng took out a bamboo tube, drank all the water in it, gritted his teeth and continued to climb the mountain.

After enduring the high temperature for two full hours, Zhang Qingfeng climbed over this high mountain.

Along the way, the temperature even got so high that Zhang Qingfeng used the spiritual energy in his body to protect himself.

If he were an ordinary person, he would probably collapse from heat stroke in such an environment.

Fortunately, he climbed over the first mountain, and the second mountain came into view.

What is completely different from the first mountain is that the second mountain is covered with snow.

Zhang Qingfeng also realized that this was unusual.

Maybe, a test? A screening?

Zhang Qingfeng didn't think so much, so he gritted his teeth and stepped onto the second mountain.

In an instant, Zhang Qingfeng was so cold that he could only shiver. The wind and snow roared, and the snow buried his knees.

Every step Zhang Qingfeng takes takes a lot of effort, and he even uses spiritual power to do so.

In order to resist the wind and snow, Zhang Qingfeng consumed a lot of spiritual energy in his body.

step by step.

Finally, he crossed the second snow mountain.

But after crossing the second snow mountain, there was no third mountain behind.

Looking at the empty plains, he guessed something, and then he knelt on the ground under the snow-capped mountains and said in a deep voice: "I am Zhang Qingfeng, come to become my disciple."

After saying that, he kowtowed forward and kept this posture motionless.

There is no echo in the empty world.

Time passed little by little, and the snow falling from the sky almost buried Zhang Qingfeng.

The spiritual power in Zhang Qingfeng's body was almost exhausted.

Zhang Qingfeng knew in his heart that if he continued to wait like this, once his spiritual power was exhausted and he had no spiritual power to help withstand the wind and snow, he would freeze to death here.

If it were Zhang Qingfeng before, he would definitely not be able to persist.

He knelt in the snow, gritting his teeth as he thought about the death of Hu Lisheng and others.

Soon, the spiritual power was gradually exhausted, and Zhang Qingfeng was buried in the snow.

His body was losing temperature rapidly, and he was already a little lost.

At this moment, suddenly, the surrounding coldness disappeared.

Zhang Qingfeng slowly opened his eyes and slowly looked up.

A towering mountain comes into view.

And at some point, a few words appeared on the ground in front of him.

"Now go up the mountain and worship at my door."

Although the white snow before disappeared like an illusion, Zhang Qingfeng's physical and mental strength had reached the limit.

He could faint at any time.

Not to mention climbing, even getting up is difficult.

Zhang Qingfeng clenched his fists, grabbed a wooden stick next to him, stood up slowly, and walked slowly towards the mountain.

At this time, Zhang Qingfeng's consciousness was about to collapse. He only had the belief to go up the mountain. He took one step, rested for a while, and then took the next step.

One step, one step.

Only supported by a desire for revenge.

finally.

He slowly reached the top of the mountain. He slowly looked up and saw a towering peak in front of the top of the mountain.

This mountain peak is straight.

At the top of the mountain, there is a gym located there.

And the road leading to the gym from the top of the mountain is actually one stone after another floating in the air.

This stone is very neat, about one meter wide, like a staircase.

"this!"

With such a fairy scene, Zhang Qingfeng understood that this place was Lingtai Fangcun Mountain and Xie Yue Sanxing Cave.

The residence of Patriarch Bodhi.

He gritted his teeth, stepped on the floating stones, and walked up slowly.

Finally, he arrived at the entrance of the Taoist temple, but his strength could no longer hold on and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

The door of the Taoist temple slowly opened, and an old man in his eighties, wearing a white robe, slowly walked out of it with his hands behind his back.

Looking at Zhang Qingfeng who was unconscious in front of the Taoist temple, he said slowly: "She is determined, that's all."

The old man turned around and walked into the Taoist temple. Soon, two Taoist boys quickly walked out and carried Zhang Qingfeng into the Taoist temple.

Zhang Qingfeng didn't know how long he had slept. When he woke up, he found that he was lying on a bed. It looked like a wing of a Taoist temple.

Zhang Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief. He remembered that he fainted in front of the Taoist temple. Now that they could bring him in, it seemed like he would be successful in becoming a disciple.

He slowly pushed open the side room, and he should be in the backyard of the Taoist temple.

Outside the house, there was a boy sweeping the floor. Seeing Zhang Qingfeng wake up, he had a smile on his face and said, "This gentleman, Master has ordered you to go see him after you wake up. Follow me."

"yes."

Zhang Qingfeng quickly followed the boy and came to a study room.

Pushing the door open, there was an old man sitting inside. He was closing his eyes to rest, and slowly said: "Sit down."

Zhang Qingfeng felt a little nervous. After all, this was the legendary Patriarch Bodhi, a mythical figure.

Zhang Qingfeng sat down in front of the wooden chair with some restraint.

Patriarch Bodhi slowly opened his eyes and said, "You are so determined to find this place because you want to become a disciple?"

"Yes." Zhang Qingfeng nodded, quickly knelt on the ground, and said, "This disciple comes sincerely and begs the Patriarch to accept me."

Patriarch Bodhi said slowly: "You have a firm mind, which is quite good, but tell me, why should I accept you?"

Zhang Qingfeng: "Master, if you are willing to let me enter the Taoist temple, it means you are willing to accept me."

Patriarch Bodhi chuckled and said slowly: "That's fine, from today on, you come to my door."

"Thank you, Master." Zhang Qingfeng felt happy and quickly kowtowed.

Patriarch Bodhi said slowly: "Since you are here to study the Dharma, I wonder what you want to learn?"

Zhang Qingfeng thought about it and said: "Master, I want to learn the Thirty-six Transformations of Tiangang or the Seventy-two Transformations of Earthly Evil, the great Immortal Art, and Somersault Cloud."

Come all come.
Chapter completed!