Zhou Fei twisted his fingers, and the woman's soul condensed into a snow-white bead on his fingertips. He gently put it into his sleeve, looked up at the old monk of the Vajra Temple, and said straightforwardly without the previous meaning of casual conversation: "Let's talk back.
I know that the matter of that piece of clothing is related to you, and Zhongqiu even came to the temple to look for you about it."
But the old monk still didn't want to get down to business, his eyes were full of nostalgia, and he looked at the lush green forest outside the house, "The poor monk had a junior brother. When we were young, we practiced Buddhism together, and he said that he despised the sad story of the world the most.
, when he saw it, he would inevitably think that there was a Buddha in the world, and the world was still like this. Even if he became a Buddha, what would happen? Later, I left the small temple in my hometown, and I don’t know where that junior brother is now...
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"Have you become a Buddha?"
Zhou Fei suppressed the anger in his heart, shook his head gently, and said with a smile: "How can you become a true Buddha in such a small place? Old monk, you think too much."
The old monk shook his head and said: "I just want to know if my junior brother is still alive. After so many years, I have missed the rice porridge made by my junior brother."
Zhou Fei was about to stand up, "I'm not going to go around with you. I'll give you a ride. I'll go and ask your junior brother down there if he can make porridge."
The old monk looked indifferent and said with a smile: "If I help you Zhou Fei get that golden body of Arhat in the palace, can you promise me something?"
Zhou Fei sat down again and found it interesting, "'Me'?"
The old monk stretched out his palm, touched his bald head, and said with emotion: "I don't plan to be a monk anymore. I was thrown at the gate of the temple since I was a child, and was kindly taken in by my master. At first, I and my junior brother were thinking about things all day long. In fact, they have always been very happy.
I want a comb."
Zhou Fei laughed heartily.
The old monk took off his outer cassock, folded it neatly, put it aside, and said softly: "Please help her find a way to escape, so that she won't be imprisoned in this 'small place' anymore."
A blue dress with long flowing sleeves appeared in a corner of the room.
The beauties outside the house have served Zhou Fei for many years and have seen a lot, but they still felt amazing when they saw this dress floating in the air with their own eyes.
The skirt floated to the old monk's side, and the corners of the skirt slowly fell to the ground. Finally, it was vaguely visible that he was in a kneeling posture.
After the old monk took off his cassock, he was no longer so particular about his words. "For so many years, I have served as the lamp-extending monk and sutra-lecture monk of this Vajra Temple. Day after day, year after year, I have spoken thousands of scriptures, Dharma and
They listened to all kinds of people from all walks of life, and they just listened. The big battles on the battlefield are still going on, and the vendettas in the rivers and lakes are still the same. Is it possible that I, a monk, should pick up a knife to eliminate evil and stop killing? Put a knife on it.
neck, forcing them to do good deeds and worship Buddha?"
One sleeve of the dress was lifted up and covered above the neckline, making a coquettish smile.
The old monk stared at Zhou Fei, "Can you do it?"
Zhou Fei was not in a hurry to give the answer. The old monk of the Vajra Temple in front of him was a Buddhist saint in this world. He was good at calligraphy, and his words were like a vajra pestle, and he was majestic.
Zhou Fei sighed, "Businessmen still have to be honest. Do you, an old monk, really don't know that you can leave this place if you have such a recognized blessing?"
The old monk turned his head and looked at the blue dress, and said helplessly: "She is different."
Although Zhou Fei is a banished immortal who has awakened very early, he does not dare to claim to know all the rules. After all, before coming down, it is indispensable to learn some real immortal secrets that are imprisoned by the gods.
Jingxinzhai, Kongji Temple, and Adoration Building.
The leaders of these three places, who have gone through many catastrophes and accumulations, may not know less than him.
The old monk smiled and said, "If Almsgiver Zhou can ask this question, I am completely relieved."
Zhou Fei said to himself: "For me, the best situation is of course to take Zhou Shi away with me. But what if there is an accident, such as the current situation, where Zhou Shi is seriously injured, and there is almost no chance
If there is no chance of fishing in troubled waters and sneaking into the ten people, I need to ensure that after I leave, sixty years later, Zhou Shi can be more sure. Zhou Shi, Ya'er, Fan Wan'er, no matter who they are, Zhou Shi, Ya'er, Fan Guan'er,
When they go to a bigger world, as long as someone is willing to take care of them, they will definitely be able to shine."
Speaking of this, Zhou Fei couldn't hide his anger, "Lu Fang, this idiot, obviously saw through it, but never really investigated it. Where can I find a junior wife and junior sister for him! Back then, he had the nerve to stab me with a sword..."
The old monk looked up.
Zhou Fei suddenly raised his hand, and a letter appeared between his fingers.
Looking down at the content, Zhou Fei laughed loudly, "God help me."
He turned his head and looked at those stunning beauties who had their own merits. Zhou Fei was filled with regrets and sighs in his heart. He did not mention Tong Qingqing, a member of the same group who did not need extravagant hopes. He only said that compared with Queen Zhou Shuzhen of Nanyuan Kingdom, Jingxinzhai Fan Wan
You and Demon Cult Ya'er, their martial arts qualifications are still far behind.
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Wearing casual clothes, Wei Yan, the Crown Prince of Nanyuan Kingdom, led two people through the corridor of the Prince's Mansion. One of them was Wei Yan's mentor. The old man was short and as skinny as a monkey, but he was a veritable martial arts master in the world today.
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The other person is Fan Wan'er, who is regarded as a goddess by the disciples of Nanyuan Kingdom. She is a fairy who came out of Jingxinzhai, the holy land of martial arts.
Wei Yan looked strange and a little embarrassed, but more of he was happy, but it was difficult to show it because his mentor was nearby.
The old man who taught Wei Yanyi a profound martial arts angrily said: "Good guy, you are hiding under my nose. I haven't been able to find it for so many years. Now that I have seen you, I want to ask for advice on the true skills of these ten people in the world."
, National Master Zhong is a rare hero in the world, I have always admired him, but I don’t believe how powerful a cook who can cook can be!"
The old man cursed.
It turns out that Jingzhanglou has just released a list of the latest Ten People in the World, with concise descriptions of their names, surnames, where they live, and their level of martial arts. Ding Ying, Yu Zhenyi and others are all old faces, but one of them,
It was as if he suddenly appeared and was hiding in the Prince's Mansion in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom. His identity turned out to be a cook.
There was a tall old man who smelled of smoke and oil and salt. He took a break from his busy work and squatted down outside the orderly and spotless kitchen. He took a handful of golden fried soybeans and threw them into his mouth one by one. He held the ones inside.
The disciples who were brought out are busy with today’s lunch.
When the old cook saw the figure of Crown Prince Wei Yan, he sighed, his old face wrinkled, extremely pure.
Wei Yan ordered all the cooks, handymen, and maids to disperse, but the old cook did not make a sound to stop him. He squatted on the spot as if resigned to his fate, sighing.
The short old man who had been so aggressive before met this grandmaster on the list. He suddenly lost his arrogance and became silent, staring at this old guy who was hiding in the court.
The old cook kept squinting at Fan Wan'er, glanced quickly, and immediately looked away, as if he couldn't help it, and when he looked again, Fan Wan'er felt a little strange.
Wei Yan muttered a little, could it be that he is still an old man?
Among the ten people in the world in the past dynasties, except for Zhou Fei from Chunchao Palace and the female Tong Qingqing, in fact, no one has been interested in the beauty of the world for a long time.
The old cook's first sentence is very bluffing: "Do you know the different types of immortals?"
Wei Yan and the thin monkey old man looked at each other.
Fan Guan'er knew some inside stories because he was born in Jingxinzhai.
The old cook put a piece of fried soybean into his mouth, "There is only delicious food left in the world, and I have never failed to live up to it. If I want to take this away, then I will...have no choice but to become an alcoholic!"
The old cook no longer looked at Fan Wan'er, threw half of the fried soybeans into his mouth, clapped his hands and stood up, "The immortals descended to earth to experience the world of mortals. One is like Zhou Fei and Feng Qingbai. They knew early on that they would come here."
In the world, what do you want? So the way you act is shocking in our eyes, but in their eyes, it is perfectly justified. However, what these kind of banished immortals want will not be too deep. And there is your Jing Xin Zhai.
The Patriarch, Tong Qingqing, seems to be hiding something."
"The second type is Lu Fang, who wakes up later, but will definitely wake up at a certain point."
"There is another kind, which is just my guess. They have fulfilled their wishes all their lives, so they can never wake up and live in a hazy state. After one life after another, over time, their hometown becomes their hometown, and a foreign land becomes their hometown. This kind of people are special.
, often have outstanding talents and high martial arts talents, but in the eyes of outsiders, their achievements are always the highest, and they are just a little bit behind every time."
The old cook stared at Fan Wan'er again, "But sometimes these people will inevitably have a smell of 'irregularity' in their bodies. The so-called 'devils' and 'ghosts' are what people in the market call them. There are a small number of them, just like
This has something to do with it. You little girl, have you ever felt weird about yourself recently?"
Fan Guan'er hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Twice."
The old cook nodded and said with a smile: "Old Devil Ding is so powerful. There is no one who cannot be killed. There is no one who cannot be forgiven. He is no worse than the lunatic back then, and he is even smarter. I think he will probably get the reward this time.
Yu Zhenyi wants to protect this world. In my opinion, he is naturally powerful, but in the eyes of some people, the situation is probably a bit small. On the contrary, the national master Zhong Qiu, who has always been outshone by Yu Zhenyi, is
In the past few years, I have traveled alone to the mountains and rivers of the four countries and the barbarian lands of the eight winds, and I can see that I will have a greater interest."
The old cook sighed, "As for me, I will do as much as I say and make as many mistakes as I can, and I will die if I don't care. I used to think about it, but later on, the more I saw, the less motivated I became.
In this chaos, Devil Ding and Yu Zhenyi are sworn enemies. With the two of them watching, no one can escape as long as they are on the list. As for me, I am no longer curious about what the Exalted Immortal is.
I would be very satisfied just thinking about living another twenty or thirty years, so..."
The old cook suddenly took action, put his fingers together to make a sword move, and pierced several of his key acupoints. Blood immediately dripped from his body. In the eyes of Yu Zhenyi or the "Exiled Immortal" Chen Ping'an, he had an aura that was close to "harmony".
In an instant, his skills were broken, and he fell from being the top grandmaster in the world to a master who was even inferior to Skinny Monkey. He chose to voluntarily withdraw from this turbulent chaos.
The old cook's face was pale, but his smile was relieved, and he asked the prince Wei Yan: "In such a big prince's palace, it should be okay to raise a bad old man for another twenty or thirty years, right? Of course, if you really need me to help, Your Highness can do it."
Open your mouth."
Wei Yan nodded, "Sir, you just need to rest at home. I will never disturb your quiet life at will."
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At the top of Guniu Mountain, Zhou Shuzhen, who had just walked to the foot of the mountain and returned again, held a secret letter, smiled bitterly, and handed it to Yu Zhenyi.
After Yu Zhenyi took it, he read the content of the letter, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
Zhou Shuzhen said helplessly: "It must be from Jingzanglou, but it is definitely not the work of our Jingzanglou."
Yu Zhenyi raised his head and glanced at the sky.
When you stand at a high enough place and look at the mountains and rivers, the human world is a spectacular scene of dots, but it is difficult to stare at a specific person and take a closer look.
Yu Zhenyi understands this deeply.
For example, in his eyes, he could see Ding Laomo, Chen Ping'an, and Lu Fang over there in Zhuangyuan Lane. The three people's light spots were particularly dazzling.
Further away, for example, there are two points of Kongang Temple and four points of Prince's Mansion. The brightest point among them suddenly dimmed.
This kind of distant view does not require Yu Zhenyi to consume the spiritual energy he has accumulated for many years, but if Yu Zhenyi wants to take a closer look at someone, he will have to pay a high price.
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In the house near Zhuangyuan Lane, Ding Laomo, who was wearing a silver lotus crown, suddenly received a secret letter from the Admiration Building.
When he saw the end, the old man's eyes lit up.
And such good things?
Even Ding Ying was a little moved.
He glanced at Cao Qinglang and tutted: "Little kid, you are in luck!"
As for that foreigner, he must have been severely tricked by someone, otherwise he would never have incurred such a huge suppression.
In the history that Ding Ying knows, there has been almost no such fair and just intervention during the Jiazi period, and no immortal has been beaten in this way.