Chapter 13 Boling Meets Fox 3

The way of heaven is always mysterious and unpredictable. It seems that there is a plan in the dark, and everything seems to be God's will. Many years later, when Han Feng stood on the top of his life, whenever he thought of the story of getting Yuanzhu, he couldn't help laughing. If it weren't for a trace of kindness, there would be no accidental acquisition of Yuanzhu. Like a child walking by the sea, he accidentally saved a small fish, but he didn't expect that the little fish had a pearl in his mouth.

The cultivation of magical skills in the world is often in the barren mountains, and the hard work is more than an inch, and I actually broke through in a small inn inn in this small Boling City. Fate is like playing a joke on myself. After pondering for a long time, Han Feng could only sigh; "One drink and one peck is God's will."

When Han Feng woke up from that wonderful realm, the light of the East was already reflected on the window lattice. Han Feng put away Yuanzhu and got up and walked out of the door. He didn't sleep all night, but he didn't feel tired at all. At this time, he felt that the dragon spirit and tiger were fierce, and there was a feeling that the sky and the earth were all under control, and the martial arts he had practiced these days also had a deeper feeling.

When Han Feng walked into the front court of the restaurant, the room was already bustling. The seats were full of people, and the little two with white towels on his shoulders were interspersed among the diners, skillfully delivering wine and shouting the dishes that the diners wanted. The restaurant was a lively scene.

This is the beginning of the day. Han Feng quietly went in and picked an inconspicuous seat and asked for a bowl of porridge and a few dishes for breakfast for the day.

"dai"

There was a sudden muffled thunder in the clear sky. The diners in the room stopped eating and looked out of the window. They were so scared that their hands trembled, and the bowls and chopsticks fell to the ground.

"Wow, that... that slave, there is... Is there anything delicious? Everyone heard that the thunder was actually a human roar.

"Yes...Yes...Yes." The snobbish shopkeeper was so scared that he almost peed his pants, and his voice became stammer. The thunderous voice sounded again: "Dog...dog slave, how dare to learn... Is it possible to learn from your father-in-law's words? It turned out that this was a stale, and everyone couldn't help laughing. But suddenly I couldn't laugh again, because at this time, the sky suddenly darkened, and the whole huge door of the restaurant suddenly disappeared.

"Wow! You... you shabby... broken shop, why don't you... not be worried about the big... door?" The sound echoed like thunder in the restaurant, and everyone found that it was a person blocking the door, but the man's head could not be seen.

People were surprised when suddenly a giant came in from the top of the door. There are two ferocious edges and corners on the head as big as an oil hammer. A blood basin can eat a cow in one bite. A tall nose is like a stone sculpture. Several ptingles on the big face are shining with oil. A pair of cow's eyes are simple, and then look at the skin on the face like black charcoal...

The giant's body seemed very clumsy, but he didn't know how to squeeze out of the door. Only then did everyone see the whole picture of the god. The giant man was a foot and a half tall. Today, I'm afraid he will surpass Yao Ming. He competed with a fan with one hand, and his two big feet are the size of a small boat...

Everyone stopped eating and drinking and stared at the god. Maybe he was used to such a scene and did not show surprise, but narrowed his eyes to everyone and showed a neat snow-white teeth... The giant man did not delay and stepped on the pillar. The child-like thigh stepped in front of Han Feng in two or three steps.

Han Feng is wondering that he has always seen strange people these two days. The giant man lowered his doorboard-like shoulder and smiled at Han Feng and said angrily, "Little...little boy, you...your name is... Han Feng?" Han Feng couldn't help but want to spray rice. He stood up and stood up at a height of 1.9 meters, but this was half a head shorter than this giant. He was indeed a little boy. He couldn't help laughing and nodded, "I am." The giant wiped the sweat on his head and breathed, "I found it." Reaching out and pulling out a stool from the table and sitting on it, the stool immediately made a creaking sound, which was worrying. The giant stretched out his thick fingers like fire chopsticks and took out a piece of paper from his arms and said rudely, "The old Taoist priest asked me to give it to you." Han Feng took the letter and watched it. The giant looked at Han Feng with a curious look.

The letter is very simple. There are no words to write, but simply draw a simple stroke with black charcoal. A black crow has a lotus in its hand. Although it is only a few strokes, it is very refreshing. There is no next one at the bottom of the letter, only a big wine gourd. Thinking a little, Han Feng knew that this was the masterpiece of the drunken old Taoist priest that day. Although he didn't understand what it meant, he already had a warning in his heart.

"Dare you ask the Taoist priest and his feet...?" Han Feng asked with a smile.

"That's my master. He can't come. If he has something to do, he will come to me. I'm the best at catching demons." The giant said in a muffled voice, looking bold. The wine and meat on the table while talking have been swept away by him.

stood up and said goodbye, strode to the door, twisted out twice, and suddenly disappeared, just like when he came. Han Feng couldn't help smiling bitterly and said that it was really a strange pair of masters and apprentices.

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Boling City is close to the deep mountains. Although it is only early winter, the coldness makes people unable to stand outside. People who have been busy all day turn off the lights early and hug their wives. The sky is dry, beware of fire candles. The sound of the old watchman in the city came far away with the wind, full of desolation and loneliness. Today is July 15th, the day when the ghost gate opens, and the clouds cover the moon.

Several phantoms wrapped in black cloaks and couldn't see their faces wandered in Boling City, and the wind swept the fallen leaves and suddenly came and went. The chickens and dogs in Boling City seem to have become mute, and everything is strange and horrible.

Somehow, Han Feng felt that the green sandalwood I ordered today was particularly fragrant. He was particularly tired and couldn't lift his eyelids. He really wanted to sleep and thought about it. His head tilted on the kang and fell asleep, and the fragrance of green sandalwood in the room became stronger

Han...Feng! Han...Feng! The voice of thin silk came from nowhere. Han Feng did not move, and he slept soundly. The red candle-long flame on the Qingmu case suddenly shrank without any warning, turning into a bean-sized flame, and the dazzling red light slowly turned into miserable green, shining fluorescent blue light... The miserable green flame suddenly jumped, and the chirping ghosts in the room became clear.

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This is the outskirts of Boling City, where strange rocks are chattering, rapid water flow, dense jungle, and monsters. It is said that there are ghosts here that often disappear for no reason. The local people dare not enter, and only a dilapidated mountain temple sits alone...

Three Updates.

Several people in black floated ghostly in the strange stone forest and finally stayed next to the small temple.

The small temple was originally used for mountain people to sacrifice gods. At this time, it was already dilapidated. The statue of the gods in the temple was mottled off with gold foil, broken arms and limbs, and rotten straw on the roof was ringing in the wind...

Those ghostly black people put down the cloth bag beside them and bowed together and said, "Welcome the fairy."

A cold hum.

The originally dark mountain temple suddenly lit up, and a huge night pearl flashed above the statue. Suddenly, there was a man in black next to the statue. The white paper-like face and the half-open eagle's eyes shot out the divine light of the chestnut, which was the fairy king who appeared that day.

"Told to Xianjun that he has brought it." A man in black stepped forward and said respectfully.

"Oh..." The voice suddenly stopped. The fairy seemed to notice something, and his face immediately changed.

"Little brother, you are so brave!" A gloomy laughter came from the fairy's mouth.

The men in black changed their faces and suddenly turned their heads to look at the lying person.

"Where, where, Xianjun has good eyesight and doesn't know how to be called." A clear voice sounded.

Han Feng opened his eyes and looked around with a smile, slowly got up from the ground, dusted his body, and turned to look at the fairy on the platform.

"Ha ha, this crow god, I am the master of the white lotus teacher, and my subordinates are reckless, and I have been offended..." The god one word, and the words "white lotus master" are very heavy.

Han Feng was shocked. He came from an official eunuch family and was not unfamiliar with Bailian religion. At that time, Bailian religion had hundreds of thousands of followers, and there was a hidden trend of the largest religion in the world. Even the court of the Xuanhuang Dynasty was quite afraid. Li Jingtian, the leader, was full of magic skills and changes in yin and yang. Legend has it, he is the first person in the world today. ." The Heavenly Master is highly respected in the White Lotus Sect. Those who can become a heavenly master are often not only amazing martial arts, but also proficient in the art of runes. There is a saying in the world that "I would rather be a teacher of Bailian for a day than a national teacher in the imperial court".

His thoughts turned around, but Han Feng's face was full of waves. The Raven God had been staring at the subtle changes on Han Feng's face. Seeing that Han Feng was not moved at all, he couldn't help but be disappointed. But he was an old and cunning person, and he didn't show any emotion. He smiled dryly and said, "A few days ago, my Yanji accidentally bumped into the little brother. I have punished her. I hope the little brother will not be surprised."

Han Feng sneered in his heart and said that he was really cunning. He said these words when he saw that I didn't die, but he didn't know how to hurt people. Since you want to act, I'll accompany you and see if you have any tricks.

At this moment, he smiled bitterly and said, "I'm just a nobody, but I have caused such a reckless disaster... Fortunately, I'm going to die... save my life"

The god's words turned around: "It's just that the evil beast stole the treasure... I hope the little brother will return it... Thank you very much... Let Bai Lian teach this friend.

Han Feng sneered secretly. As expected, if Yuanzhu returned to you, I don't know how many murders he will create. Thinking of this, he said with a faint smile, "Yuanzhu..." He squined and looked at the god who was stretching his neck and listening attentively. Then he said slowly, "There is one below, but the Yuanzhu has a spirit and has its own virtue. If this pearl is in the hands of the god, I don't know how many creatures are suffering, and how many wives and ions are scattered..." The god can't answer for a moment.

"Hum, what a word, what a sharp mouth, but I don't know if your head is as hard as your tongue?" The Raven God's eyes became gloomy and fierce, and the gloomy voice was like a gust of wind blowing. He suddenly waved his hand, and several flesh-and-blood heads suddenly appeared on the table of the shrine, with horror in the night.

Han Feng sneered: "See the poor dagger..." He fixed his eyes and couldn't help but raise his hair, and there was a thunder in his heart. This was the head of the young man's family he had saved the day before yesterday. A trace of blood slowly soaked Han Feng's eyes, and his whole body suddenly became extremely strange, and a faint voice slowly came out of his mouth: "God's evil is forgiven, self-inflicted, and you can't live." The white lotus people in the temple suddenly felt an uncontrollable chill rising from the bottom of their hearts. The atmosphere in the temple seemed to solidify, and everyone's hair stood up. This is murderous spirit, which is only in those murderous generals...