Chapter 608 Field Hidden Kirin

Jin Chi was stunned at first, and then the fire hit the sorghum gate, and his blood spurted all over his body. He almost scolded him. When was he despised like this?

Even if you don't know the ancient divine text, you won't be scolded like that. But he didn't dare to attack. Now he is picked up in the air by the golden spear, and his life is in Ye Fan's hand, and he doesn't dare to come out.

"There is the blood of the ancient king flowing in your body. As their descendants, haven't you even learned those words?" Ye Fan was quite dissatisfied.

"Continuously marrying with the human race, we are about to turn into half people. The ancient blood is getting thinner and thinner, and the imprint of the ancestor king has long faded." Jin Chixiao explained.

He felt very uncomfortable. The descendants of the Golden King were actually said to be illiterate. There was nothing worse and funny than this. He really wanted to swallow this evil enemy in one bite.

Ye Fan was very disappointed and didn't have a good face. Finally, he caught an ancient creature and wanted him to translate the fairy tears and green gold book, but he didn't even know a word.

"Where is the King of the Nine-day Blue Bell?"

"It was sent to Beiyuan."

"Nonsense, hand it over quickly!" Ye Fan stared.

Jin Chixiao was frightened and explained carefully, "The blue bell is the weapon of a generation of invincible kings, but it has been stained. I asked someone to send it back to the family to wash...

"Does the Golden Family Have Earth God's Milk?" Ye Fan was surprised.

"There are some that should make the treasures look like the past." Jin Chixiao responded cautiously.

"When will they deliver it to you?" Ye Fan thought that if there is such a treasure as the earth god's milk, he can wash the blue bell.

"I don't know either..."

"What's the use of that?" Ye Fan shouted unlucky and met an ancient creature who could not speak too ancient Chinese, and even the King of Zhong was sent away. The more he looked at it, the more it became annoying.

"As long as you spare my life, I will pay any price." Jin Chixiao begged for mercy, and he sensed the other party's murderous intention.

"You still want to live after intercepting me three times?" Ye Fan didn't want to say anything more. He shook the golden spear and shook it into meat mud, which was destroyed.

"No..."

In the distance, three elders came to see this scene, and their liver was cracking. This was their young master, but they died like this, and it was difficult to explain.

Ye Fan went away without looking back, leaving only a faint shadow and disappeared in the vast sky.

"Floating life is like a dream, and floating life is more worrying. No one lives with me, spring in the mountains and long songs..."

The forest is lush, the thin vines surround the old book, the bluestone road leads to the depths of the mountains step by step, and there are woodcutters singing loudly, which is quite artistic.

Ye Fan came all the way to the west and chose this mountain range more than a thousand miles away from Xiba City. He wanted to sit here and hit the dragon's fourth change.

This place is not very beautiful, but it is also a depend on mountains and rivers. There are lakes at the foot of the mountain, and there are dilapidated Taoist temple in the mountains. It is not a fairyland, but it has a taste of returning to the original.

Ye Fan saw the man coming down from the mountain along the Qingshi Road from afar, carrying a bundle of firewood, with a strong body and a beard on his face.

"This big brother, can't you be a practitioner when you hear your singing?"

"This little brother misunderstood. I'm just a Bai Ding. What kind of practitioner is there? I just listened to an old Taoist priest sing and wrote it down."

Ye Fan was surprised and said, "I don't know where that man is?"

"There is a Taoist temple in the mountain. There used to be an old Taoist priest. He has been devastated over the years. The old Taoist is too old to die for a few years."

Ye Fan moved in his heart and said goodbye to his husband. He walked along the blue stone road to the mountain. He climbed nine mountains in a row, looked across the mountain, and finally saw a broken Taoist temple, located on a low mountain.

On that low mountain, there is no green bamboo, and there is no elixirs. It is simple. There is a small piece of vegetable field, but it is barren and full of weeds.

"The legal element is impossible, and the emptiness is not empty. The quiet noise is the same. I never said a dream in my dream. It is useless when it is useful, and it is useless when it is useless. If it is cooked, it will be naturally red. Don't ask how to cultivate..."

The two hunters walked out of the mountain, dressed in animal leather clothes, walked vigorously, carried bows and arrows, and carried a wild deer. They did not sweat and were strong.

"These two big brothers, what are you chanting?" Ye Fan came forward for advice.

"What you said, I often listen to an old Taoist singing, and I unconsciously wrote it down. Every time I come back from hunting and pass by here, I can't help singing when I think of him." An orion replied.

This is a great man. Ye Fan has been sure that the old Taoist on the low mountain is not simple and extremely vulgar.

"It's a pity that he is too old. He has been dead for two or three years." Another person.

Ye Fan asked a few more questions and learned that the old Taoist priest also taught them some tuna. It is very simple, but it can be strong, which is most suitable for ordinary mortals.

"Does the little brother want to find immortals, but it's a pity that you're late..."

Obviously, the two hunters were very close to the old Taoist, and they stopped to say a few more words.

The old Taoist is very old. Even their grandfather said that he remembered the old Taoist priest when he was very young, and no one knew how many years he had lived alone on the mountain.

"Thank you, two big brothers." Ye Fan left. This time, he followed the mountain road and finally climbed the low mountain.

A small Taoist temple, dilapidated and low, like a thatched hut, has been desolate for several years, no one goes in and out, and it is deserted.

In front of the small Taoist temple, there is an ancient pine, and the trunk is hollow. Many people hug them together. The branches are vigorous, but the leaves are sparse, and the old trees are dying.

There is no medicinal field, only a ridge of vegetable field, but it is desolate. In addition, there is a grape, a dry vine, with two or three bunches of purple grapes.

"This Taoist temple also has ancient trees, which have existed for at least more than 4,000 years..." Ye Fan's heart was shocked, and he felt a breath of time.

Did the Taoist temple be built by the old Taoist priest himself? Did he plant this ancient tree by himself? In that case, this is definitely a scary master.

Ye Fan entered the broken Taoist temple and searched carefully, hoping to find any clues. As a result, the dust in it was very thick, and there was no such thing as ancient book moments at all.

is very ordinary, and there is nothing different from the general Taoist temple. There is a broken futon, a few broken Taoist clothes, and a handful of dust gnawed by insects. There is nothing unusual.

Ye Fan came out and walked to the back of the Taoist temple. There was a small grave, no tombstone, no inscription, only a simple loess bag.

"This is his tomb. He doesn't leave a word when he dies. I don't know who it is. He doesn't even pass on the law of practice..."

He stood in front of the loess grave, operated the eyes of the source god, stared at the ground, and wanted to see what kind of level the withered bone was.

"Oh..." He was shocked. It was an empty grave with no bones.

"No, there are tattered Taoist robes, twilight, and shoes and socks..." His heart moved. Is this a tomb?

"The way!" He was shocked and finally confirmed that there should be a bone, but he melted himself before he died. This is definitely a master.

Generally speaking, only the characters above the peerless king can transform the Tao and return themselves to the nature of heaven and earth. This is the real transformation, not the self-destruction of the corpse.

"Sure enough, it is a crouching tiger and leopard in the divine mountain, and a unicorn hidden in the field. In such a small place, there is an old king, even a saint sitting!"

Ye Fan was very surprised. This person was not famous at all. No one knew about it, so he died silently.

"It's not that there are no masters in the world, it's just unknown. This is a world-class master, which is mostly no worse than the peerless god king Jiang Taixu. What's more, it is likely to be a saint."

However, this man died like this, leaving nothing behind, not even his name.

Ye Fan searched this place carefully. The futon, dust, Taoist clothes, etc. were all explored with divine consciousness, but there was no treasure.

"It's too thorough. I really didn't leave anything for future generations. Such an unimaginable existence, his inheritance is cut off, which is really an immeasurable loss."

Ye Fan lived here. This place is very quiet, suitable for him to sit in Guanwudao, and no one disturbs him.

Dwarf mountain, breaking Taoist temple, there is an indescribable Taoist rhyme, which is very suitable for retreat, and there is a taste of returning to the original.

"If he is gone, how can his seclusion be mortal? And if he transforms the way here, it will become a divine place of practice in the future."

Ye Ji got the dragon marrow. It was not to persuade him to eat, so he could enter the fourth change of the dragon. Everything had to be realized by himself.

There are fragments of the law of the road in the dragon marrow, which can help, but it is not the foundation of breaking the barrier. The first element lies in the monk's own heart.

In the middle of the night, everything was silent and the stars were dotted. Ye Fan sat in front of the Taoist temple, his five hearts were facing the sky, and a big dragon rose on his back. Finally, he turned out and danced around him.

"I occasionally sleep under the pine tree with a high pillow stone. There are no days in the mountains, and the cold doesn't know the year..."

Suddenly, a whisper woke Ye Fan up, and he opened his eyes.

At this time, a dark cloud floated by, blocking the stars and moon in the sky, the earth was dark, and the mountains were even darker.

Just in front of the Taoist temple, in front of the ancient tree that many people could not hold, a man appeared out of thin air, and the voice was exactly what he made.

Ye Fan's heart was shocked. What kind of person can avoid his spiritual consciousness and appear directly in such a close distance. It's too scary.

He operated his senses and observed carefully. In an instant, his hair was creepy. The old Taoist robe fluttered, and a thin and short old Taoist priest appeared under the dead tree.

He is very familiar with the old Taoist clothes, exactly the same as in the Taoist temple, and no different from the clothes under the loess grave.

Ye Fan's back was cold, and he looked at his hair. A broken wooden hairpin was also so familiar, which was no less familiar than that in the grave.

"Damn it!"

Ye Fanteng suddenly stood up and retreated a lot of steps. How could a person who had already become a Taoist still appear?

"The world has changed into a mulberry field several times. Although the mulberry field has become Danqing, who will get immortality from Danqing..."

The thin old Taoist walked under the ancient tree, talking to himself, and integrated with the dark late night.

"You... Ye Fan stepped back with a breeze, the fresh smell of vegetation came, the dark clouds in the sky drifted away, and the breeze in front of the Taoist temple was still there, but the old Taoist disappeared.

Ye Fan's scalp was numb, and his eyes did not turn. He stared straight ahead, but the old Taoist priest seemed to have evaporated and disappeared.