Feng Feiyun had touched a lot of hands, but most of them were the hands of young and beautiful women. This was the first time he had touched such cold and dry hands.
"Oh my god! What the hell?" Feng Feiyun suddenly backed away and pressed his body directly against the wall. Could it be that he hit a ghost?
Naturally, things like bumping into ghosts can't scare Feng Feiyun. After all, he has died once before, but the appearance of this ghost is so weird that it is even scarier than a ghost.
This is a blue-grey monk's robe, the fabric has turned a little white, and the chest is embroidered with white threads from thousands of years ago, intertwined into a Bianhua flower, and a line of ancient beautiful small characters are embroidered next to the Bianhua flower.
"The flower of the other shore blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never see each other. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death."
This is the line of small characters embroidered on the monk's robe. The font is soft and contains power. Although thousands of years have passed, the sadness and sadness carried in the small characters are still present.
Just looking at it makes people feel like crying.
This monk's robe was floating in front of Feng Feiyun, as if an ancient monk was standing in front of him, but in fact it was just a monk's robe. The monk's robe was supported by an eternal air.
, to float in the air.
It was as if there was a transparent monk wearing monk's robes standing in front of Feng Feiyun, staring at him with a smile.
There is a little blood stain on the monk's robe. Although thousands of years have passed, the blood stain is still bright, like a red plum.
"Flower of the other shore! Flower of the other shore! The leaves grow and the flowers do not bloom, but the flowers bloom and the leaves fall. We are only a few feet apart, but we will never see each other again!"
Feng Feiyun seemed to be able to feel a desolate artistic conception coming from the monk's robes. He couldn't help but read the flower language of the other shore, and an indescribable sadness rose in his heart, as if he was infected by it.
"The owner of this monk's robe must be a person with a story!"
Feng Feiyun felt a little less fearful and a little more curious.
This monk's robe is almost rotting and is empty. Its owner has been dead for endless years, but only this robe remains immortal.
No, there is also a bone-white right hand!
This hand stretched out from the right sleeve and held it tightly. There was no flesh and blood on it, and even the bones were corroded and riddled with holes. It seemed that with just a light touch, it would turn into
ashes.
Over thousands of years, all his flesh, flesh and bones have corroded into ashes, but this hand has not been erased. People can't help but wonder why.
"He seems to be holding something in his hand?"
The fingers of that bone-white hand were clasped tightly together, as if they were holding something tightly. Even though they had been dead for thousands of years, they were still reluctant to let go.
What is it that can make a dead person feel so nostalgic?
Feng Feiyun has always been very curious. Seeing that this monk's robe was not hostile, he boldly wanted to pry the bone hand away and see what was in his hand.
Feng Feiyun's cultivation has reached the early stage of Immortal Root. The strength of his arms is so great that even an iron ingot can be broken. However, no matter how hard he uses, he cannot break an iron ingot that is almost called a bone slag.
The bones were pulled apart.
"When one thought arises, thousands of rivers and mountains change; when one thought dies, everything changes."
There was a distant and vicissitudes of voice, full of nostalgia for the world, but also with a strong sense of helplessness, which made everyone who heard it feel sad.
It seems like someone is leaning on the railing, looking at the moon, and reminiscing about the past!
After a long time, there was another sigh.
The two trousers of the monk's robe were blown by the cold wind, and with light steps, he turned around and walked back to the blue-gray door.
The door closed gently again, but there was still no sound.
Feng Feiyun was stunned and rubbed his eyes, feeling that everything that just happened was like a dream, it was so unreal.
"A monk's robes from thousands of years ago can actually walk on his own. This shows how powerful the owner was in front of him. What kind of past does such a powerful person have?"
"The pagoda temple, the blood-stained monk's robes, the flower of the other shore, the bones of the hand..."
Feng Feiyun always felt that he had broken into a place he shouldn't have broken into, and had unintentionally disturbed something, as if he had awakened a living dead who had been sleeping for thousands of years.
"Feng Feiyun, what are your thoughts?"
The enchanting man's voice came in from outside again, his voice was a bit squeaky, and Feng Feiyun got angry.
"There is no need to consider this matter. If you are able, just come in and get it yourself. I am waiting for you here." Feng Feiyun naturally would not believe their lies. Even if the bamboo slips were handed over, they would definitely kill people and silence them.
By the way, what exactly is this bamboo slip?
Feng Feiyun hadn't looked at it carefully since he stole the bamboo slip, but since it attracted such attention from both Du Shougao and Yao Nan, there might be a big secret hidden on this bamboo slip.
Just when Feng Feiyun was about to check out the secret of the bamboo slips, a cold wind howled outside the pagoda temple.
"Then I'll come and get it!"
Du Shougao couldn't help but take action in the end. He had no choice but to do it. He was seriously injured, and he couldn't afford to fight Feng Feiyun. Every minute, his strength would be reduced by one point.
He had no choice but to take the risk, otherwise the longer it dragged on, the worse it would be for him.
The knife in Du Shou's hand is a spiritual weapon. Although he cannot activate the power of the spiritual energy now, the sharpness of the knife is still not comparable to that of a treasure-level weapon.
Not to mention a temple, even a palace, he can split it open with one strike.
Feng Feiyun naturally couldn't sit still and wait for death. He faced him with a palm through the window. The Miao Ghost finger on his palm turned rapidly, and a black mysterious energy spurted out, turning into a huge palm print. He slapped it in the air.
.
"boom!"
Du Shou Gao's cultivation was so strong, and his sword skills were even more proficient, but he was slapped back by this palm print, and his body hit the Zhalong Ancient Willow behind him.
"Bang!"
The trunk of the ancient willow tree shook, and willow leaves fell all over the sky.
Du Shougao's body fell against the tree trunk, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, which made him even more seriously injured.
His eyes were full of shock. The palm print just now was too powerful. Although the palm was unexpected and knocked him back, it already showed the tyranny of this palm print.
Feng Feiyun's power is definitely not that strong!
"This is... the power of the spiritual weapon. There are other experts in the pagoda temple." Du Shougao could only think of this possibility.
His perseverance was astonishing. Although he had been injured many times and was only on the thin line between life and death, he supported his body with a knife and stood up, like a man who would never fall.
"No wonder that boy Feng Feiyun didn't come out. It turns out there is an expert in charge." The demon man also became cautious.
Neither of them knew that Feng Feiyun was carrying a spiritual weapon. After all, the power of the spiritual weapon was too great and the number was too small. It was impossible for a fifth-generation descendant of the Feng family to possess it.
Even a strong man like Du Shougao, coupled with his status as the number one rookie in Taishang's Death Palace, only possesses a damaged spiritual weapon.
Although the sword in his hand is of the level of a spiritual weapon, it has been damaged. Although its power is more powerful than a quasi-spiritual weapon, it is not as powerful as a real spiritual weapon.
It is impossible for Feng Feiyun to hold a spiritual weapon, so there will only be someone else who holds the spiritual weapon, and this person is probably the owner of the pagoda temple.
Feng Feiyun was protected by the owner of the pagoda temple, which made Du Shougao and Yaonan even more taboo and did not dare to act rashly again.
The value of a spiritual weapon is so great that even a whole family would fight for it. Feng Feiyun would naturally take Miao Gui out as a last resort to show others.
At this moment, he was hiding in the pagoda temple. Du Shougao and Yaonan could not see clearly what was inside, so it would be best to use a spiritual weapon to scare them both.
"As long as they throw the rat weapon away, then I have a chance to survive!"
Feng Feiyun had his own plan in mind, and suddenly knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to the half of the roast chicken on the window sill, and shouted: "Thank you, senior, for your generous action. I am very grateful to you. What? Senior, what do you say?"
I am so talented and intelligent that you want to accept me as your disciple? How can you be so embarrassed! What? Senior, you are actually the famous killer Taoist three hundred years ago. This junior has heard of your name for a long time. It is said that you were once famous in an era and had great fighting power.
All the palace lords of the Taishang's Life-Destroying Palace were nailed to Mobei Cliff."
What Feng Feiyun said was true, and his voice was sometimes filled with sighs and sometimes full of passion.
Originally, Du Shougao wanted to go again to test the truth. After all, he was defeated by that palm print just because of his carelessness. However, when he heard Feng Feiyun crying for his father and calling for his mother, he immediately made the killer think...
He stopped and did not dare to take a step forward easily.
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