Outside the pagoda, the other monk Zhaoxin and the other two dared not be distracted for a moment.

The ringtone of the cell phone rang at this moment.

Song Tingfeng was about to hang up directly, but immediately changed his mind after seeing the caller ID.

"Hello."

Chen Fu's voice was calm and calm, and Song Tingfeng's mentality was correspondingly relaxed.

After a brief call, Song Tingfeng suggested that he would go to the pagoda.

Monk Zhaoxin scolded: "Don't mess around."

Song Tingfeng: "He needs me to go up now."

Monk Zhaoxin advised: "You can still call, which proves that the situation is not critical."

Song Tingfeng: "I said I had a gift for me."

Monk Zhaoxin wanted to say something else, but the monk next to him opened his mouth and said, "The Immortal Lord is not a person who does not matter how important it is. Maybe there is another chance."

Monk Zhaoxin looked puzzled: "If something happens, his future Taoism will be affected."

"The junior brother is in the face," the monk raised his eyes and looked at the top of the pagoda: "There is no such thing as foolproof on the way to practice."

Another monk who had been silent said at this moment: "I don't agree with letting him go up, but it depends on your personal will. If you and I force you to stop him, it may breed his inner demons in the future."

The monk seemed to have the most say among the three. Monk Zhaoxin frowned and said, "Forget it."

Let the way out and let Song Tingfeng go up.

I didn't pay attention to the situation in the pagoda, and I walked up the road and basically didn't stop.

After walking for a long time, Song Tingfeng looked up and saw Chen Fu looking at him from the stairs. He immediately accelerated his pace. Just as he was about to talk to him, he heard a cheer.

The sound was so loud that it could explode in my ears.

The old man looked carefully: "This qualification was also quite outstanding hundreds of years ago."

After speaking, he sighed again: "It's a pity that you were not born in the same era as me."

After confirming that Chen Fu had no worries about his life, Song Tingfeng glanced at the surroundings, saw piles of books on the ground, and asked Chen Fu with his eyes.

"You are the best-minded person I have ever met."

Suddenly greeted a heartless praise, Song Tingfeng was puzzled.

Chen Fu briefly explained the current situation.

After listening to the song Tingfeng's eyes showed contemplation and said to the old man in the air for a moment: "It is impossible to be a monk, but it is an honor for the younger generation to just learn Buddhism."

Before, he almost became a victim of Chen Fu's sleepwalking, and Song Tingfeng is now quite sensitive to the word "shaving".

The old man's eyelids seemed to twitch for a moment, and he did not nod immediately.

Chen Fu looked at Song Tingfeng and said inadvertently: "Master Zhaoxin has always been determined to accept you as his disciple, isn't it good to be a disciple?"

Song Tingfeng's lips moved. Before he could speak, the old man interrupted: "A junior is not qualified to be a master. From today on, you will be the successor of my robe and bowl."

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The people in the pagoda negotiated the terms calmly, and the monks outside were already a little anxious.

At this moment, the main door was slowly pushed open, and Chen Fu walked out of it.

Monk Zhaoxin immediately said, "Why are you the only one?"

Chen Fu: "The monk's remaining will intends to accept Song as his successor."

Monk Zhaoxin was stunned and showed a laughing and crying expression: "I confiscated him as my disciple back then, but I didn't expect it to be a good thing."

It is a rare opportunity to obtain the inheritance of a monk.

Chen Fu looked around and saw Wu Muzhi sitting on the trunk from a distance. He made a gesture to show that he could leave.

Wu Muzhi came to him in the blink of an eye and said lazily: "Don't you wait for him?"

Chen Fu: "He still has a lot of Buddhist teachings to learn." He gestured at the height of the book: "It will probably take some time to come out."

"Where is the relics?"

Chen Fu nodded, indicating that he had already obtained it.

The two of them were almost moving forward at a speed. Wu Muzhi did not like to travel far, but the loss of his long-term freedom made him tired of staying in the same place. Chen Fu bought two bicycles on a whim, and Wu Mu learned how to learn it, thus starting a slow journey of returning.

On the third night, Chen Fu received a call from Song Tingfeng, whose voice became more tired.

“How did you learn?”

Song Tingfeng: "Not less than one tenth."

Chen Fu comforted her warmly.

Song Tingfeng suddenly asked: "Where are you now?"

Chen Fu: "Buddhist."

Song Tingfeng: "The monk has allowed me to leave the tower."

Chen Fu was surprised: "Isn't it that I haven't finished learning yet?"

Song Tingfeng: "I forced my memory, but I didn't understand it."

Thinking of the pile of books on the ground, Chen Fu defined him as the most important figure in the study of the gods.

Song Tingfeng: "Master said you left that day."

He was used to calling Monk Zhaoxin a teacher. Monk Zhaoxin took care of Song Tingfeng when he was young, and to him he was like half a father.

Chen Fu coughed softly.

Song Tingfeng: "It is said that he didn't even look back."

Chen Fu: "...We have just left for a while, you can still catch up with me."

The call ended with Song Tingfeng's suspicion. Chen Fu turned his bicycle and slowed down his journey even further. Song Tingfeng flew directly to the utensils and met with Shen Fu within half a day.

When Song Tingfeng saw Chen Fu and Wu Mu, he was slightly surprised. According to his master, these two people should have returned to the villa long ago.

Chen Fuyou said, "Do you believe it now?"

Song Tingfeng: "It's me that I misunderstood you."

Wu Muzhi shamelessly enjoyed this moment with Chen Fu.

It takes ten relics to expel the demonic nature of a demon, which is almost an astronomical number for Chen Fu. Whether there are ten relics in this world is a problem. There is no way to seek more. Now we can only place the remaining hope on the power of faith, hoping that the two can complement each other.

Suddenly, he folded his hands together and looked at the heaven.

Song Tingfeng touched his forehead and did not have a fever.

Chen Fu: "I am praying that the sinful fish and scallops will always unite. If it comes true, I am willing to stop eating scallops in this life."

Song Tingfeng: "Why aren't it fish?"

Chen Fu's throat moved for a moment, and turned his head: "I can't help it."

“…”

During the second half of the journey, Chen Fu used a system to create an excel form, which detailed the plans for future faith collection.

[System: I actually only use this for you.]

Chen Fu: "No, we are still drinkers."

Many times, the role of making plans is just psychological comfort. Chen Fu is different, he is a practitioner.

The sky is rolling in the distance, and the clouds are thick and thick as if within reach.

As soon as I entered the city, I saw a reporter doing a report, reminding citizens to prepare for heavy rain in the next few days.

Chen Fu frowned, and the place with the strongest black light seemed to be in Fox Mountain.

No delays, and rushed back to the villa as quickly as possible.

When there were still a few hundred meters, Wu Muzhi suddenly said, "It's all about foxes."

His sense of smell was never wrong. When Chen Fu arrived at the villa, he was filled with white dumplings inside and outside, and there was no place to step on his feet.

He bent down and lifted up a serious questioning: "Are you going to use my villa as territory?"

"Immortal Lord," the little fox cried: "I am Hu Xiaoqi."

Chen Fu still had some impression of him: "How did it degenerate?"

Hu Xiaoqi said aggrievedly: "It's all because of this damn Heiyun, which made me have a problem with my cultivation."

A handsome man from Fengshen walked out of the room and looked at Chen Fu and smiled bitterly: "It is a prudent to disturb the Immortal Lord. The situation is critical and I have to come up with this worst."

When Chen Fu came, he noticed that the cumulus clouds around the villa were relatively weak.

The Dragon King has returned and has brought a lot of specialties, most of which are scallops.

Wu Muzhi: "Why are all seafood?"
To be continued...