Chapter 369 Purple Flower Elder

Han Feng's body fell into the deep pool, but in an instant, an extremely strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart. His eyes swept over his body, and his soul could not help but burst out. I don't know when the demon ghost appeared below him. Its body is completely like a ghost, and the limitation of space and time seems to have lost its effect on it...

The handsome eyes of the demon ghost are like a warcraft that devours prey, shining with cold and fanatical brilliance. The air machine with two fingers in his hand has locked Han Feng...

Han Feng wants to turn around now, and it's too late. The huge inertia of his body and power took him down like a meteorite...

"Ji Jie, since you don't obey me, there is only one end - death." The demon ghost is about to take action. At this time, he suddenly found a strange phenomenon. The huge waterfall suddenly lost its sound in an instant. The loud sound that used to roll like thunder suddenly disappeared...

His heart moved and his eyebrows looked up. He couldn't help but feel cold. He didn't have time to say anything. A body twisted and disappeared on the water wave. As soon as his body disappeared, a huge ball of water fell on the water with a roar. Han Feng's figure also disappeared with the huge splashing waves...

It turned out that at a time of a thousand opportunities, Han Feng used his spiritual power to lock the waterfall in the air. Then, use the heavenly formula in the runes to roll the waterfall in the air into a ball of hundreds of feet wide water balls. He hit the demon and ghost handsome on the water wave fiercely. This is Han Feng's wisdom in a hurry and exhausts all his mental strength. But at the same time, he was exhausted, unable to grasp it, and had no more strength, so he let the splashed wild dragon swallow himself up...

On the surface of the pool, the figure of the silver dragonfly appeared out of thin air, circled around the wide and bright waterfall a few times, roared up to the sky, and the handsome figure of the demon and ghost floated on the back of the silver dragonfly. His eyes were grim, looking at the pool that was gradually returning to calm, and he could no longer find the shadow of Han Feng...

He said in a gloomy voice, "You can't run away from the people you want to kill in the ghost house. I will find you sooner or later..." After turning a few more times, his consciousness could no longer feel Han Feng's shadow from the water tan. He secretly said in his heart that maybe the other party had been swept to the bottom of the water to feed the fish. Although he was a master of the virtual realm, he was still afraid in the water, so he took the remaining four ghosts and left...

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An ancient temple.

Hidden between the pines and cypresses. Tall ancient trees are thousands of years old and dark green. The green wind blows, and the pine needles and green leaves sway, like jasper falling from the sky...

The name of the ancient temple is Biluo Temple.

The ancient temple is very small, covering an area of only a few hundred feet, but occupying all the feng shui. The ancient temple is very old, revealing the mottled vicissitudes of life, but it is uniquely elegant...

A shaved little Shami got up in the morning and went to the stream to the west of the ancient temple to fray water.

Cangshan is like Dai, the scenery is picturesque, but the bald and handsome little Sami has no interest in it, because he has been used to such a scenery since he was a child. He just felt that the two buckets on his shoulder were heavy and didn't know what they were made of. The master told him that this could cultivate strength. He wanted to put it down for a rest, but he didn't dare, because the bottom of the bucket was pointed. If he put it down, the water would be spilled, and the day's work would be in vain. He cursed the cruel master in his heart. There was obviously a stream next to the ancient temple, but the master asked him to go to Lanxi a few miles away from the ancient temple to get it... Obviously, it is difficult for me, but it is said that the water of Lanxi is close to the water source, full of aura, which is good for the body...

Lanxi is named after Little Shami, because the waterfront of Lanxi is full of orchids, and the water is clear and sweet. So he named the stream Lanxi. Except for the thirsty birds and beasts to drink, it is him...

The sound sounded, and Xiao Shami's spirit couldn't help but shake and accelerated his pace. Turning through a bamboo forest and passing through three fragrant orchids, a clear stream finally appeared in front of him. He laughed, threw the bucket, stepped over, squatted down on a smooth pebble, picked up the sweet and clear water in his hand, and took a sip. Then, he washed his face and sprinkled water on his bare head. It's so cool! After a while, he felt a hangover last night and felt much better. Last night, he took a sip secretly. Master hid in the gourd and enjoyed it alone. He always felt dizzy... The master kept telling him that there was intestinal poison in the gourd, warned him not to drink it, and watched it like a baby all day long. However, he took a sip secretly every day. The master thought he was unconscious, but he didn't know that all this was seen by Xiao Shami. He was really curious. Xiao Shami finally had the courage to taste the so-called intestinal poison. The taste was strange. He was even more surprised to find that he was not dead, but Xiao Shami's head was dizzy from last night to now...

Unconsciously, the sun has reached the top of my head. Looking reluctantly at the countless silver fish shuttled in the water, little Sami finally had a good time. Thinking of the master's instructions, he lifted the bucket and put it in the clear water to slowly beat two buckets of water. He said to many silverfish, "Okay, I'll come to see you tomorrow."

He picked up the bucket and just wanted to walk out along the orchid path. The lingering light from the corners of his eyes suddenly saw a black line surging up in the stream in the distance. This is a rare thing. Little Shami comes here every day and is very familiar with every inch of Lanxi. Today's things are a little abnormal, and he can't help looking at it a few more...

After carefully looked at it, little Sami couldn't help but be shocked. Because along the stream, from the depths of the water source, something is slowly emerging...

Little Shami put down the bucket, approached the thing, and found that it was actually a person's body. The coat has already been washed away by the water, revealing the washed white upper body...

"Bah, it's really unlucky." Little Sami spit twice in a row and splashed out the water in the bucket in his hand. I don't know where the body came from, staining this clean and sweet water... Little Shami put his hands together and read the Buddha's name in his heart. Thinking: "Buddhist scriptures say that saving a person's life is better than building a seven-level Futu. Alas, it's better to bury this body, which also saves polluting the water..." With another sigh in his heart, Xiao Shami threw down the bucket and came to pick up the body.

The water in Lanxi is only half a foot, very shallow. At this moment, the white body has drifted to the shore of the current. It's really thanks to Master for letting him carry water back and forth. Little Shami is very strong. Although he was a teenager, he easily dragged the body to the shore...

I took a look at the closed eyes of the body, with long golden hair. Xiao Shami put his hands together and shouted a Buddha's name, "It's easy to walk on the road to Huangquan. Let you be safe today."

Suddenly, his eyes were so big that he almost shouted. Because at this time, the body suddenly opened its closed eyes and smiled at him. It looked horrible. Little Sami was shocked, "The donor didn't... Not dead?"

A faint smile appeared on the pale face of the body, "Thank you, the little monk for saving my life."

This is the first acquaintance between lazy and Han Feng.

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Two hours later.

Biluo Temple.

Han Feng lay on the bed of the purple flower monk and drank the hot soup boiled by Xiao Shami. He sighed very much that although the Biluo Temple was simple, its aura was shocking. It's really a holy place...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help envying the two masters and apprentices... Outside the world, I don't cause dust in my heart. A heart of Bodhi is like a mirror without blowing away...

"Shi took the initiative to get out of the dust?"

A slightly old voice sounded. With the sound, a pair of walking monk shoes stepped into the Zen room, and the monk shoes were stained with black soil in the mountains outside the house. A moist and thick air hit Han Feng's lungs, and he suddenly felt a feeling of mountains and fields...

Han Feng looked up slightly and walked into an old monk of about 60, dressed in Geyi monk's robe casually, with ebony Buddha beads hanging on his chest... The old monk has thick eyebrows and thin eyes, and the lion's mouth is full of a powerful appearance. Because of many days of indigence, half an inch of long hair has grown on his head, like a wild fox Zen wandering around the world, but when you look closely, an extraordinary breath that makes people respect from the bottom of my heart...

"Well, thank you, Master Zihua's yellow flower ginger soup. The chill on the younger generation has been removed..." He struggled to get up, and the purple monk in front of him made him feel impenetrable. He is now at the peak of gathering, but he still can't see through a person. Then it can only be explained that the cultivation of the person in front of him should be above him...

What is that? He didn't dare to think about it anymore. There were many strange people in the mountains and fields.

The purple flower monk smiled, strode over, reached out to hold him, and said, "Lie down, just a mouthful of hot soup. The prince's physique is different from ordinary people, and his body recovers quickly, which is really unexpected... Ha ha."

"It's all my fire, and the yellow flowers and ginger are gone. I went out early in the morning and came to the wild boar forest of the enemy dozens of miles away, but you just thank the master. It's really conscienceless..." With the words, Xiao Shami came in with a pout, holding a bowl of steaming yellow ginger soup in his hand... Somely angry, he handed it to Han Feng's hand.

The purple flower monk laughed, "I didn't expect my apprentice to taste bad. Don't be so strange."

Han Feng said hurriedly, "What are you going to say? I want to specially thank the lazy master for saving my life. And yellow flower ginger soup..." The little Sami was a little angry and pouted and went out to burn the fire...

The purple flower monk looked at Han Feng's thoughtful expression and smiled, "It's strange that people's legal names are all Huixin and spiritually false legal names, but my apprentice has a lazy legal name?"

This was exactly what Han Feng thought. He felt strange in his heart, but he was relieved when he thought about it and said with a faint smile, "What's the point of being that the name is nothing but something outside. Whether it's a table or a bench, it's not all wood.

Purple flower is like a monk with thick eyebrows, "The prince has a bone... Ha ha." Han Feng smiled at each other. In fact, he could see that although the Biluo Temple was called a temple, there was no Buddha statue...

The purple flower monk suddenly changed his words, "If the old man looks good, the prince's realm should be the peak of gathering energy?"