Chapter 7 To Fulong Mountain

Gossip, the waves change!

The waves are rolling in, and the murderous spirit is like an ancient beast that devours heaven and earth.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? How can it be so terrible!" A sword full of all the sword power of Han Fei, like destroying the world, rolling with a white sword spirit. Everyone will be afraid of three points when they see it.

In the past, Han Fei's strength was dozens of meters high even if it reached the late stage of foundation construction. Although the waves were turbulent, it was not as surging today. I'm afraid that the 100-meter huge wave could not be seen by ordinary immortals.

It is completely made of dense and orderly sword spirit. Under this sword skill, the enemy will turn into ashes.

The magic Xiu watched his body being cut into pieces, and saw the blood he sprayed and he was cut into countless blood drops until the particles were no longer pressed.

He has never been so afraid. Even as a demon monk who is afraid of everyone, even as a disciple of Wanguimen who sees corpses every day, he has never seen such a scene of fear.

What a chilling scene it is to watch your body turn into powder.

The bones, flesh and blood slowly turned into powder, and finally the independent consciousness was also submerged in this rolling sword wave.

"Wow!" Han Fei sat weakly on the ground and gasped. He did not look at the soot scattered with the wind, but turned his head and looked at the Buddha, full of anger and murder.

"Brother Han, don't be blinded by anger. Don't distinguish between enemies and friends." Ye Feng hurried over and shouted loudly and grabbed Han Fei's shoulder to prevent Han Fei from coming.

"Wow~" Han Fei's teeth roared, like a beast that was about to rise.

Seeing Han Fei's action, Ye Feng knew that Han Fei had lost control and was robbed of his mind by the power of mixed Yuanzhu.

"Brother Han, why don't you wake up?" Ye Feng slapped Hanfei Tianling Cave and injected a pure spiritual power. At the same time, he attracted aura of heaven and earth into Han Fei's body to help Han Fei restore his sword power and repair the meridians damaged by his instantaneous power explosion.

Han Fei just broke out of strength because of anger, and his spiritual power also fell into the mixed beads because of stimulation. He was once again suppressed under the soles of his feet by the giant ape and was destroyed by the ancient cold power of the giant ape.

With Ye Feng's big shout and the help of Ye Feng's spiritual thoughts, Han Fei woke up in an instant, as if he had a dream, and his mental strength all disappeared from the mixed pearls in an instant.

After being stunned for a while, Han Fei thanked Ye Feng. Then, the two people turned their heads and looked at the middle-aged Buddha who was standing quietly at the same time.

Han Fei sneered and said, "I was going to kill you just now. Why didn't you escape?"

The middle-aged Buddha replied with a smile, "The donor is full of murderous spirit, but there is no real killing idea. It's just because of anger."

This Buddha cultivation also has cultivation in the later stage of foundation building. I just saw that he has strong magic power. It seems that he has been immersed in the later stage of foundation construction for many years.

Hearing Buddha Xiu's words, Han Fei laughed and then asked in a low voice, "Do you collect the soul or destroy the soul?"

"Receivate the soul and wait for the future to recite the scriptures and recite the Buddha." Buddha Xiu replied solemnly, afraid that Han Fei would grab these souls.

After Buddha Xiu finished speaking, Han Fei was relieved. Ye Feng stepped forward with a smile and asked, "What kind of disciple are you? How did it appear here?"

Ye Feng's words were quite majestic. It seems that he has become the March Peak Lord, and he has raised a noble atmosphere.

"Amitabha, the Ming and Qing Dynasties disciples of Fulong Temple, have seen the predecessors." Buddha Xiu doesn't look at Ye Feng's face. When he can't feel Ye Feng's cultivation, he also knows that he is a senior with profound cultivation.

Fulong Temple? Han Fei's eyes lit up. He suddenly thought of a way to repose his lonely soul.

"Ming and Qing Dynasties, can you do me a favor?" Han Fei was afraid that the Ming and Qing Dynasties would refuse, and he was as bald as a pearl. The lonely ghost here is me... It's the soul of the people here. Can you subdue it all and take it to Fulong Temple?

Han Fei looked at Mingqing nervously, his palms trembled, and his face was pleading.

"Amitabha, the cold benefactor is merciful. As previously said in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it was for this purpose." After the Ming and Qing Dynasties, he saw that the surrounding formation seemed to be broken at any time. First, he gave a sign to Ye Feng, and then released a golden bowl to shine on the four fields.

"Ao Wu~~" At this moment, Jin Guang is no longer what ghosts are afraid of, but like a ghost cave, ghosts rushing in.

Looking at the moment before the ghost entered the golden bowl, he smiled as if he had found a home. Han Fei's eyes were hot and the crystal light was shining.

"Xiaofei." Ye Feng took a look at Han Fei and said gently and kindly, "Don't worry, they are painful, but they can't just say it's a disaster. You should know that blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. The Buddha's power of the disciples of Fulong Temple is strong and pure, surpassing them. After reincarnation, they will have a fixed time for a rich and noble family.

"En," Han Fei was grateful and decided to go to Fulong Temple with the Ming and Qing Dynasties afterwards, and just in response to the last invitation of Changdu and Ming.

When the last ghost entered the golden bowl, Han Fei suddenly became angry. For nothing else, there was no ghost of his parents here. Otherwise, it would have been accepted by the Ming and Qing Dynasties, or it would not have been swallowed by the magic cultivation just now.

He felt that Han Fei's breath had changed greatly and was full of evil spirits. Ye Feng hurriedly woke him up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"There is no ghost of my parents, and my sister's." Han Fei said in a hateful voice.

Ye Feng was shocked by the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Ye Feng was shocked that if there was no ghost of Han Fei's family, wouldn't Han Fei continue to live in hatred, but he was afraid that it would breed heart demons. In this way, wouldn't Han Fei be unable to win the road of cultivating immortals?

What surprised the Ming and Qing Dynasties was that he never thought that Han Fei would have such a relationship with the ghosts here. Previously, he saw that Han Fei was furious for these souls and issued a terrible blow. He just thought that Han Fei was an immortal cultivation man with great righteousness.

"Amitabha Buddha." After the Ming and Qing Dynasties could no longer see the existence of any ghosts, he said to Han Fei, "The ghosts here have dissipated by themselves before, and it's their turn back. Cold benefactor, please s condolences.

Han Fei nodded suspiciously. Ye Feng frowned, pinched out a paper charm, and said, "The suzerain uses thousands of miles of notes to pass the sound. Xiaofei, you can visit Fulong Temple by yourself. I'll rush back."

"Brother... Master Feng, go well."

"Haha, call me brother." Ye Feng laughed and flew away with his sword.

Kyoto City, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, is a famous Dacheng. Several surrounding countries will send envoys to trade and exchange every year.

Han Fei walked all the way with the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and finally arrived in Yujing City a month later.

Yuyan jumped around on Han Fei's shoulder. After he couldn't feel the soul line involved in Han Fei's body, he became cheerful.

The Ming and Qing Dynasties told Han Fei that when the person around him died, if he was by his side, his body would unconsciously be stained by the soul that had just left his body.

The swift is auspicious beast, which travels clouds and rain to benefit the world. Naturally, you can see the dense soul line on Han Fei's body.

The swift on the soft shoulder, Han Fei smiled. Swift is afraid of strangers. When she enters a city with so many people at once, it will naturally reflect like this.

Entering an inn, Han Fei and Ming and Qing asked for two cups of tea.

"Have you heard about it? This time, my Tang Dynasty won again. After persisting in the war for more than a year, our Tang Dynasty won.

Someone next to him went away in surprise. Lang Lang said, "In the last battle, the goddess of the Yang family will invite several Taoist monks to release hundreds of runes and seals, breaking a channel. The goddess will immediately jump over the horse with a gun and rush into the 100,000 army..."

"Fake, obviously there are only 50,000 troops." To refute, it seems that he knows the situation better.

"That's also a big army. After the goddess Yang charged into the enemy, it was an assassination and broke through a channel again. Under the protection of the personal guard, she rushed all the way. It can be said that she was brave."

"Why is this? Goddess Yang rushed into the enemy's camp, used his best return rifle, and pierced the head of the enemy general." A scholar-like messy hat said with a little wine, "Goddess Yang is really... hungry... brave." After saying that, he fell to the bottom of the table and snored and fell asleep.

Han Fei listened with shining eyes, and he was overjoyed.

"Well, I heard that Goddess Yang is fighting in the battlefield. She is thirty or forty years old this year, but she has always been single. This time, Goddess Yang has returned to the capital, and the emperor wants to choose a husband for her." Someone else said that he was shocked, and everyone was in an uproar. Even Han Fei couldn't help spitting out tea.

The aunt is indeed single. Over the years, she has been talking about marriage, but the second aunt married a scholar and gave birth to Yang Xiaomeng, a slightly unruly girl.

Han Fei smiled and had already recovered all the indifference within a month. His heart was like a state of water, deeply hiding his parents' hatred and pain in the bottom of his heart. Interesting, Ming and Qing Dynasties, let's go to Yang's house. After saying that, he ignored the wishes of the Ming and Qing monks and left after losing a taels of silver.

General Yang's mansion, Han Fei came last time, but as soon as he arrived with the Ming and Qing Dynasties, he was still stopped.

Han Fei rushed straight in with a smile. This was also his house, and it was only once.

"Please inform the two eldest brothers that Han Fei is coming."

"Wait a minute!" The retired soldiers in the guard's army looked serious when they stood guard. Seeing Han Fei's smiling face, he just frowned and said two words coldly and walked in.

The Ming and Qing Dynasties stood aside with a golden bowl and a Zen stick. He was always like a beggar. Han Fei couldn't stand it and said, "Brother Ming and Qing Dynasties, I'll go in later and ask my aunt to make a black chicken soup for you."

"Poor... I don't eat meat." The Ming and Qing Dynasties made Han Fei blush a little with black chicken soup.

"You can go in." The doorman came back and looked at Han Fei with a strange face.

Han Fei rushed straight in, stepped on a brisk step, and came to the main hall.

Aunt Yang Feng stood wandering in the hall with a surprised face. When she saw Han Fei coming, she was like seeing her distressed child returning home.

"Auntie." Han Fei gave a soft call.

"Feier is back. Come on, come and let your aunt have a look." Yang Feng smiled and pulled Han Fei up and down.

"Hey hey, aunt, this is the eldest brother of the Ming and Qing Dynasties of Fulong Temple." When Han Fei saw his aunt inexploring, he was at ease and pointed to the Mingqing who was saluted behind him.

"Amitabha, the female benefactor is courteous."

"Oh, it's a monk of Fulong Temple. Hurry up, please sit down." Hearing that it was a senior monk on Fulong Mountain, which the Tang Dynasty relied on, she immediately left Han Fei.

Han Fei rolled his eyes and sat together in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Seeing that Yang Feng did not have the style of a female general at all, she served tea and poured water like a subordinate, and had a doting face. Han Fei's heart was warm.

Han Fei put away his smiling face and pretended to talk about Guanfeng Town a month ago.

"Flyer." Although Han Fei said it plainly, how could Yang Feng not feel the pain in Han Fei's heart and took Han Fei's hand sobbing.

"Yes, aunt, I heard that the emperor gave you a marriage." At this time, Han Fei suddenly remembered the rumor he had just heard.

"Who...who said that, General Ben killed him." Yang Feng was stunned when she heard this, and then she was furious.

With a smile from the cold sunshine, he stood up and said, "Anyway, aunt, you should also..."

"Feier, there's no need to say more, my aunt knows." Yang Feng smiled and interrupted Han Fei's words.