With his left hand, his eyes were like a cold pool. Although Monk Zhaoxin practiced Buddhism and decades of practice had already become an old world. Seeing Song Tingfeng's hand movements, he was so angry that he trembled: "You actually want to bully your master and destroy your ancestors!"

Song Tingfeng: "The ceremony of apprenticeship has not yet been performed."

Monk Zhaoxin was so blocked by him that he felt a little frustrated: "Who saved your life and teaches you how to practice..."

He took care of Song Tingfeng one by one, and the latter's body gradually relaxed: "You were not taken away?"

Monk Zhaoxin covered his heart with his hands and chanted Amitabha Buddha and calmed down his mood.

Song Tingfeng observed his actions and released a wisp of spiritual consciousness to investigate, confirming that it was the monk himself.

After all, he is a good seedling that he values. Monk Zhaoxin suppressed his anger and blamed Chen Fu for his sins. The two of them had not yet recognized each other. It is understandable that Song Tingfeng was confused for a moment.

Monk Zhaoxin wanted to tell the 'truth' he knew, but he didn't know where to start. He thought for a long time and said, "What you say next will be a test of your Taoist heart."

Song Tingfeng looked calm, "You said."

Monk Zhaoxin: "The Immortal Lord is your father."

“…”

Without taking over the body, his consciousness seemed to be clear. Song Tingfeng realized that something was wrong and asked, "Who told you?"

Monk Zhaoxin subconsciously looked at the room. Song Tingfeng frowned and pushed open the door. The window was open and there was no one inside.

·

It was half dim and half dark. If you look closely, you will find a man on the tree, lying on it without any elaboration to focus on studying.

"Ants are innocent."

Wu Muzhi looked down and Chen Fu stood below at some point: "Aren't you going to ask for Buddhism?"

Chen Fu nodded: "Something was a small accident."

Wu Muzhi gave up observing the ant: "How small is it?"

Chen Fu thought carefully and said, "Monkey Zhaoxin thought Song Tingfeng and I were father-son, so I didn't have time to deny it."

Wu Muzhi's eyes remained motionless: "Does the person involved know?"

Chen Fu: "Five minutes ago, he found out."

Wu Muzhi hoped him and suggested: "Find a female fairy, spring breeze."

Chen Fu: "Can I solve my current crisis?"

Wu Muzhi: "At least, it won't be cut off. No matter whether it's a man or a woman, as long as it looks good, I will help you raise it."

“…”

While speaking, a figure walked towards him not far away, and night was about to fall. However, Chen Fu could clearly see what clothes the other person was wearing. Several hairs were blown up by the wind, but he could not see the expression on the person's face.

Maybe it's time to say there is no expression.

Wu Muzhi: "Hurry up before he speaks and kisses him in one mouthful."

Chen Fu pretended not to hear it, raised his chin slightly, revealing a graceful arc, which seemed calm and composed, but kept watching Song Tingfeng's possible expression changes.

"Student Zhang." Song Tingfeng spoke, his voice as pleasant as ever.

"What a coincidence, Student Song is here to enjoy the moon?"

A rather formulaic dialogue, the two were silent at the same time.

Chen Fu pursed his lips: "Your master seems to have misunderstood."

The moonlight above his head gradually became brighter, and Song Tingfeng's handsome face looked weak and beautiful, making people unable to help but want to bully him.

Chen Fu felt guilty about his thoughts, but he could not easily explain that he wanted to be his uncle. He added guiltily: "In fact, this is a popular gameplay now called role-playing."

Wu Muzhi's sneer on the tree was clearly conveyed, and Chen Fu wanted to swallow what he had just said intact.

Song Tingfeng was stunned and said, "It's like the last teacher-student game?"

Teachers and students?

Chen Fu's face changed slightly, everything that day spreads in his mind—

Thinking about it now, it seemed that as long as he called the teacher, Song Tingfeng would go to the toilet.

Contact the lighted place of the little clay man, Shen Fu's eyelashes trembled, and then his eyes became very mysterious.

The moment of silence was short but long, and his thin lips moved: "Yes, that kind of experience...isn't it very exciting?"

Song Tingfeng's originally cold and frosty face was stained with a thin red color.

Chen Fu said expressionlessly: "Do you want to start the scene drill now?"

Although Song Tingfeng had an unbearable childhood, he received orthodox education from childhood. At this moment, he felt like he had been exposed to the sun in the autumn sun for several hours and could not breathe.

"Tonight, let's forget it."

After saying that, he almost ran away in panic.

Chen Fu looked at his back and shook his head and said, "So he is making such an idea."

Wu Muzhi's sneer: "Love leads to hate."

Thinking of the calculations he had made for Song Tingfeng a few times, Chen Fu held his forehead and raised his head to let the moonlight pour out from his face.

I often walk by the river and always have time to wet my shoes.

After thinking through the truth, Chen Fu smoothed out the wrinkles that were blown in his heart and cheered up again.

None of the villa sleeps except the little fox.

Monk Zhaoxin was chanting scriptures all the time, and Song Tingfeng sat aside and repeatedly explained that Chen Fu had no blood relationship with him.

"So, you have memories of your biological parents, but you can ask you when your teacher..."

Song Tingfeng's expression was a little cold.

Monk Zhaoxin sighed. Anyone who has such a parent would be disappointed: "It is naturally good if you don't have blood relationships, but I want to remind you that the Immortal Lord looks gentle and polite and has a lot of thoughts. He knows more about your past than a teacher."

Song Tingfeng could naturally feel the secrets of Chen Fu's body: "He won't harm me."

Monk Zhaoxin did not advise him much, but said that it would be better to be careful.

Originally, Monk Zhaoxin had to stay in the city for a few days, but the next day he changed his mind and packed up in the morning to say goodbye to Shen Fu and others. "The Immortal Lord would like to think about the pagoda. Although the relics are good, they are nothing compared to their own Tao."

Chen Fu smiled, as if his idea had been decided: "Master, don't you stay for a while?"

Monk Zhaoxin looked at Song Tingfeng with a pretentious anger: "The old man can't stand the stimulation."

Song Tingfeng pursed his lips and personally sent Monk Zhaoxin to the station.

In the hot summer, Chen Fu read the Buddhist scriptures left by the monk and soon found that it had no effect on his restlessness.

The pagoda must be opened, but he also had self-knowledge and did not think of a countermeasure for the time being, so he had to put it aside first.

Chen Fu turned his gaze back to the crow, hoping that the latter could help calculate the people who might have causal connections in the future.

Wu Mu's poured cold water: "It may have a negative effect if it is deliberately done."

Chen Fu took out something and made his own calculations at the same time. It was risky, but handling it properly can gain the power of faith in advance.

In the sun, the golden light on the little clay man's body is even more dazzling.

Wu Muzhi glanced at him: "Forget it."

Suddenly I understood why he was eager to gain another faith. The place on the lower part of the clay man's lower body was so bright that he couldn't even see it: "It should be better when the two golden thighs are lit."

Chen Fu glanced at Wu Muzhi: "I hope."

Wu Muzhi walked out of the room and freed up the space.

The process of divination is quite complicated, and it is a grand ceremony for the crow, and every action is completed with the body.

It was carrying stones from outside the window, spreading densely on the ground, standing in the center very piously, spreading its wings, and muttering words.

A black feather fell off naturally and floated lightly in the air. As the crow raised a claw, the feathers spontaneously ignited, emitting a fishy smell.

The crow stopped chanting and caught the ashes of the feathers, and it seemed that there was an answer:

“Celestial Cemetery.”

Chen Fu waited quietly for the following text, and the crow's head moved, indicating that it could only be counted here.

After checking a lot of relevant information, I had no clue yet. While I was still pondering, Song Tingfeng happened to come back. His white shirt was almost soaked in sweat. His perfect figure was visible at a glance. I saw the stones on the ground, "Divine?"

Chen Fu nodded.

Song Tingfeng studied the formation: "It is better to use this method less."

Chen Fu poured a glass of water and took a sip: "I have the weight."

While speaking, his eyes looked out the window, and the sun was dazzling: "It was abnormally hot, it was almost six o'clock and it was still the same as noon."

Song Tingfeng nodded, "Before the master left, he explained that the demon who might have been sealed might be born."

Chen Fu's expression changed, "Did you see Wu Muzhi outside when you came back?"

Song Tingfeng shook his head.
To be continued...