Chapter 8 The Old Man

"Auntie, can you tell me about the situation of Fulong Temple and the royal family?" In the early morning of the second day, Han Fei condensed the sword power in his body again, and then went out to see the Ming and Qing Dynasties chanting scriptures.

Yang Feng is also an early riser, dancing with a long gun. She is extraordinary and worthy of the general's wind.

"One of the founders of Fulong Temple was the first Tang Emperor. In the next thousand years, most of the disciples of Fulong Temple were members of the royal family." Yang Feng's indifferent words surprised Han Fei.

It turns out that Fulong Temple still has such a relationship, which is so deeply related to the secular world.

Han Fei secretly nods to Yang Feng and said, "Auntie, I will go to Fulong Temple in a minute. After surpassing the soul of the townspeople, I will go straight back to Xianxiazong. Next time, I will bring Sister Meng back."

Last night, Han Fei had a long talk with Yang Feng and also told Yang Xiaomeng about the changes in recent years.

"You should go to see your grandma." Yang Feng pulled Han Fei angrly and sighed that Han Fei had grown up and matured. Although you cultivate immortals for hundreds of years and don't care about the feelings of ordinary people, you should also come back and see more when your grandma is alive. Xiao Meng is not good enough.

Han Fei nodded moved and said, "Is your aunt Xiao Meng? She can't help herself. I heard that she often goes to some disaster-stricken places recently to treat disaster victims. I work hard and have no time to come back with filial piety.

Yang Feng sighed and chatted with Han Fei again. Yang Feng said goodbye and went to court.

Han Fei followed the Ming and Qing Dynasties to a deep valley behind Yujing City.

In the valley, a glorious hall stands here. Just looking at the surrounding peaks and rocks, Han Fei can guess how much wind and frost and vicissitudes this place has experienced.

Thousand-year-old temple.

There is no doubt that Fulong Temple has gone through countless ups and downs for thousands of years, and the surrounding halls have no spiritual fluctuations at all. Obviously, it is built with ordinary stone.

Building a temple with ordinary things not only highlights the simple and plain side of the Buddha, but also better records the history of Fulong Temple.

"This is Fulong Temple, a temple full of vicissitudes." Han Fei looked at the many temples in the valley, as well as the Buddha statues carved on the mountain wall, which were blown out of the vicissitudes of life by the wind and rain.

A rosy face appeared on the face of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, like a wanderer returning home. He pulled several monks who came to greet him and talked happily, and forgot the existence of Han Fei in an instant.

Han Fei ignored it and secretly inquired around. He saw that a team of monks and soldiers patrolling had the strength in the later stage of gas refining, which was equivalent to the outer disciples of Xianxia Sect.

In this way, Fulong Temple must also have real elite disciples, and the hidden power is probably better than Xianxia Sect.

Han Fei was serious in his heart. After the Ming and Qing Dynasties greeted him and met several Buddhist practitioners, Han Fei followed the Ming and Qing Dynasties to the hall and finally met each other.

"Master Changdu, I understand." Han Fei was overjoyed. When he found them, he should be able to ask them to overdo it for the souls of the dead.

The Ming and Qing Dynasties once told him that only by returning to Fulong Temple and asking the Buddha to practice above the Yuanhua period can he surpass this large number of dead souls.

"Amitabha, it's really rude for the cold benefactor to visit and fail to greet him from afar." Changdu smiled gently on his face.

The Ming and Qing Dynasties came forward to tell Han Fei's purpose. Without saying anything, Changdu was no longer polite. He took Han Fei Ming and Qing Dynasties straight to the palace behind the hall.

Under the huge Buddha statue, there are forty Fulong Temple disciples sitting on two sides, all of whom are disciples of the Yuanhua period.

Seeing that Changdu took this matter so seriously, Han Fei was in tears of gratitude.

"Please step back and surpass the dead soul, which is our responsibility." Changdu first opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of golden Buddha power, and every drop of golden relith emitted infinite pressure.

Han Feizheng stepped back a few steps, looking at the golden bowl in Changdu's hand and the relizi in front of Changdu.

"The golden elixir period is really powerful, and the power emitted by this golden elixir is stronger than that of a disciple at the peak of the Yuanhua period. However, it is still not as powerful as the master's sword.

"After going back, you must condense the sword power as soon as possible, and then find Ye Feng's main Yuanhua period heart method." Han Fei settled the following things and focused on the movements of Changdu and others.

The hall was suddenly shrouded in golden light, and a peaceful and gentle force rose from the hall, and Han Fei suddenly felt like falling into the clouds.

"What a strong spiritual power, is this an array?" Han Fei looked at the disciples of Fulong Temple sitting on both sides around Changdu chanting Buddhist scriptures.

"Ao-woo!" As soon as the golden bowl turned, the magic power was sent, and the souls of the dead flew out of the golden bowl. The invisible ghosts looked terrible, but in this hall, the city's huge and majestic Buddha power, demons and monsters often retreated. As soon as this group of souls came out, they suffered the fierce baptism of Buddha power.

"If I hear it, the Buddha goes to the phase of the Great Compassion..." The chanting suddenly became louder. The souls of the dead suddenly howled sadly, which was painful.

Han Fei's eyes instantly condensed the color of pain. These are all his relatives and friends. Looking at their painful and happy faces, Han Fei seemed to have countless needles in his heart, and his tears rolled down in pain.

Tears were left uncontrollably, looking at the most familiar faces crying in pain in front of him, and Han Fei's heart was like a needle. Yuyan obediently pecked his falling tears with her sharp mouth. Fan your wings and help Han Fei blow away the pain.

"Amitabha, don't be sad, and watch it for a moment." The Ming and Qing Dynasties did not have the strength to participate in the super incident. When they saw Han Fei's pale face and sweating, they knew that Han Fei's heart was always painful.

"Thank you~~" Suddenly, a melodious sound of joy came to his ears. Han Fei was stunned and saw the ghost of an old man with a white beard standing in the air, with a peaceful and detached pleasure on his face.

"Grandpa Mayor." Han Fei suddenly choked and blurted out.

"Xiao Feier, Grandpa is very happy not to see you follow." The old man turned his head and looked at Han Fei, then turned into nothingness and entered the wheel back.

"Xiao Fei'er, you..."

"Your parents..."

"It's not here..."

"It has never appeared..."

Many familiar townspeople's souls dissipated, and before entering reincarnation, they told Han Fei the most urgent information he wanted to know.

Hearing that everyone told him that Han Fei was very angry. The parents' soul is not here, let alone has never appeared, so it must have been taken away by the demon cultivation of the slaughter town.

"I swear to kill that man." Han Fei looked at the sky and roared. Thank you again and again to the monks of Fulong Temple. After walking out of Fulong Temple, Han Fei walked on the street.

The sky seemed to respond to the grief and indignation in Han Fei's heart. It began to turn from sunny to cloudy, and in an instant, there was a drizzle.

As soon as the rain splashed, Han Fei suddenly woke up a lot. The swifts are flying happily in mid-air. It seems to be very happy with this kind of weather.

Suddenly, there was a quarrel in front of him. Han Fei walked in and looked at it. He only heard someone say, "The big man's mother-in-law, if you want to fight, you can fight. There is no need to talk nonsense."

Hearing this, Han Fei suddenly felt deeply affected and said in his heart, "This man's rough voice has a great deterrent, but he is familiar with it. Otherwise, how can he affect me?"

Walking through the dark street corner, Han Fei suddenly stared. He saw a middle-aged man standing with a knife in front of him, and there were already seven or eight corpses lying beside him. He looked at several people in front of him proudly and roared, "Why is so much nonsense? Everything is on me. If you have the ability, just come and grab it." The middle-aged man roared, as if he couldn't tell the situation around him. The long knife shook, and the killing sound rolled.

"Well, I don't know whether to live or die. In this case, just kill you and take it." One man shouted loudly, drew his sword out of its sheath, and competed with the middle-aged man.

In the blink of an eye, the blade is so fast that mortals can't see it clearly. It's like a knife and a sword is a lightning bolt, dazzling.

Han Fei quietly leaned against the wall, and the things covered his whole body. In the eyes of outsiders, it turned into nothingness.

Hanfei Station is so arbitrary, but his heart is complicated and excited.

According to the saying, he will not save people at will, especially uninable secular people. This is the capital. Under the calmness of the storm, there are countless strong people hidden.

However, the man in front of him is heroic and dry, and he is the person he knows, and he can't help but save him.

Thinking about the lightning, Han Fei made a decision.

"I will do my best to protect all the people I know and the people I know. Don't regret it if I lose it." Han Fei's eyes were firm, he put away Xumi's things and came out of the high shadow.

Han Fei appeared and was found. Suddenly, several people were shocked. When they found that Han Fei was just a young man, although he was a chivalrous sword, his appearance was not powerful.

"Kill him." Someone shouted, and suddenly three people rushed over.

"Kill." The three shouted, and the long sword was fierce and murderous.

Han Fei was surprised. The three of them killed with the momentum of lions and rabbits. They were definitely not ordinary people. However, no matter how strong the momentum of the three is, the general immortals in the later stage will be frightened. However, Han Fei is not the expiration of the news, but the foundation period. He has really entered the foundation period of the gate of immortal cultivation, and it is also sword cultivation.

Use the sword in front of Jianxiu, the end...

Han Fei's eyes were cold and condensed. He took a big step and ignored the three swords he killed at all. The steel giant rushed into the surrounded of three people, and his palms were patted out, and the aura of heaven and earth suddenly shook slightly.

The three people were shocked and spit out a mouthful of blood in fear.

"Who is this? How can it be so strong? It's just the palm wind, it's so terrible. If it hits the body..." One person frightened away. Han Fei's small body hides such a terrible power, which really shocked him. He was about to pull back to the sword, but in an instant, his expression suddenly froze.

I don't know when his sword was already on his chest.

"Sniff--" The long sword said clearly, as if he was controlled by an invisible big hand. From his chest, he flew out and fell to the ground into several pieces.

"If the sword fails to protect the Lord, will it die with the Lord?" Han Fei frowned and was ready to understand the meaning of the broken sword.

However, he was about to realize that the remaining two people had been murderous.

"Hmm." Han Fei was furious and stood still. He reached out and nodded two swordsmanships, shot them in the middle of their eyebrows, and killed them in an instant.

As soon as he was disturbed, Han Fei could no longer find the inspiration of that moment. In a rage, he flashed and rushed to the middle-aged man, condensed the power of the sword and punched it out.

With one punch, the aura of heaven and earth suddenly rolled, like a big wave, with great momentum.

In an instant, the rest of the people were smashed into mud by this punch and died miserably.

Killing everyone, Han Fei calmed down and sighed. Forget it, there are losses and gains."

Turning around and looking at the middle-aged man, Han Fei smiled and said, "Uncle, we meet again."

The middle-aged man suddenly saw Han Fei appear. Goodbye, Han Fei was as powerful as a man. Suddenly heard the sound of Han Fei, and looking at Han Fei's slightly immature face, he immediately shouted. Hanfei's nephew."