The further they went up the mountain, the narrower the path became, and in the end, Ling Zhaoyan and Zhou Fei had to abandon the car and walk.

As he walked, Zhou Fei suddenly stopped.

"You said that I just went to see Master Xinpan, wouldn't it be too normal?" Zhou Fei asked.

Ling Zhaoyan: "?"

"You think, I'm going to ask Master Xinpan for help. As a result, now the whole looks extremely healthy and lively, and if I change it, I will definitely not be cured. Moreover, Master Xinpan is very old, and because of one reason or another, his cultivation has not recovered, so he must have to consider all kinds of things when he rescues someone. Zhou Fei said seriously.

Ling Zhaoyan: "What do you want to say?"

Zhou Fei said: "I'm not miserable enough. Hurry up and stab me with a few swords, or punch me in the face, in short, make me look very pitiful and miserable, so as to arouse the compassion of Master Xinpan. ”

Ling Zhaoyan: "No need, the master is not blind. ”

"This kind of scene doesn't take much effort and time, even if it can only increase the success rate a little bit, it's worth giving it a try. Hurry up, poke it. Zhou Fei pondered as he spoke, making Ling Zhaoyan look pitiful when he poked something, but it wasn't a big deal.

Of course Ling Zhaoyan wouldn't stab, even if Zhou Fei said that she couldn't do it. In the end, Zhou Fei compromised, if you don't poke it, you won't stab it, it should be no problem to put on makeup.

In this matter, Ling Zhaoyan had no way to continue to screw with Zhou Fei.

So Zhou Fei put on a sunburn makeup for himself.

The corners of the mouth are bleeding, the lips are chapped, the eye circles are dark, the eyes are red and swollen, the cheekbones are raised, and there are slight bruises.

"Isn't it miserable?" Zhou Fei asked energetically.

Ling Zhaoyan couldn't cry and laughed, and said, "Don't talk in such a tone, it's very miserable." ”

Zhou Fei immediately changed his voice, a particularly hoarse smoked voice, "What about this?"

Ling Zhaoyan said, "Okay, you can go and see the master." ”

As he was talking, a monk came in the distance.

His pace was not very fast, but each step was very wide, and it took a few breaths to reach Zhou Fei, and then he was startled by him: "Sixth Senior Brother, who are you?"

Zhou Fei was brewing emotions and was about to say in a miserable direction, when the monk added: "Why are you suffering?"

All of Zhou Fei's words were stuck in his throat.

Ling Zhaoyan on the side was so suffocated that his neck turned red.

This monk is Yan Chen, the closed disciple of Master Xinpan.

He is a monk who is not very old but has a very high rank.

And it is very likely that it will be the next host of the Hanging Temple.

There have always been rumors in the outside world that the reason why Master Xinpan will preach again during the Flower Food Festival this time is to clear the last obstacle for his little apprentice and straighten him completely.

Last year, Yan Chen left the Hanging Temple for the first time and went to Chang'an, the most prosperous place in the Great Wilderness, to hand over the post of the Flower Food Festival to Zhou Fei.

After that, he lost to Zhou Fei.

However, this little monk gave Zhou Fei an excellent feeling, compared to the world-famous flowering monk, Yan Chen's fame is not so great, but he is real.

To put it bluntly, this kid doesn't have a heart.

The flowering monk is already a little impure.

But this is an internal matter of Buddhism, Zhou Fei doesn't have the time to put his beak, at most he just complains in his heart.

"Asking for people always has the appearance of asking for people. Zhou Fei explained.

Yan Chen couldn't cry or laugh: "You don't look like you're begging someone, you're selling miserably." The point is that you don't look good ......."

Zhou Fei looked at Ling Zhaoyan: "Look, I just said that I can't deceive the monk of the Hanging Temple like this, so it's better to stab me with two swords." ”

Ling Zhaoyan said: "I always feel that you have misunderstood something. ”

Yan Chen also hurriedly said: "Sixth Senior Brother doesn't have to be like this, a few days ago, I received a flying pigeon transmission from the Seven Killing Priests of the Divine Temple, and I know that you fought a big battle with Yongyan and were seriously injured. However, I see that the sixth senior brother's complexion and breathing are stable, and I think that the injury has almost recovered. And Sixth Senior Brother, you even broke through?"

Zhou Fei said: "You are really wrong, all my current state is pretended, in fact, my internal organs have been damaged, and time is running out, only by coming to the Hanging Temple to ask Master Xinpan to save me can I survive." ”

Yan Chen didn't take Zhou Fei's words to heart at all, he was even more interested in Zhou Fei's breakthrough: "Last year, you fought with Senior Brother, you were still in the Seven Star Realm, I never thought that in a few months, Senior Brother would actually enter the Divine Treasure! Senior Brother's talent is really outstanding, and Yan Chen is both envious and admired." ”

Zhou Fei said with a smile: "Don't praise me, how can I have any talent, don't forget that I still have the title of the first waste material in Chang'an." I'm just fighting more often than you, if you want, go down the mountain and challenge the young masters one by one, and keep you breaking through to the gods within a year. ”

Even if these words are as simple as dust, they will not believe it.

Zhou Fei was once judged by his master to be unable to practice, but he used practical actions to let his master taste the taste of true incense, not only can he practice, but also become his apprentice, and now he has become the world's representative of the academy. The jump changes of these identities are enough to show how bizarre Zhou Fei's experience is.

Seeing that Yanchen was a little dazed, Zhou Fei stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, and said, "Come back to your senses, can you take us to see Master Xinpan?"

Yan Chen laughed dryly: "Master has not seen outsiders for many years because of his health. ”

Ling Zhaoyan's face changed slightly, and he asked, "But it is said outside that during the Flower Food Festival, Master Xinpan will come out to preach. ”

Yan Chen bowed his head at Ling Zhaoyan and said, "I don't know when this rumor started, in my memory, Master never said that he would appear at this Flower Food Festival. ”

"What?" Ling Zhaoyan was shocked: "How many people are coming for Master Xinpan, if he really doesn't show up, aren't you afraid of causing a riot?"

Yan Chen said: "This matter also makes the master very difficult, even if he wants to preach, he should invite those who are the most devout in faith to the inner courtyard of the Hanging Temple and preach through the door." This is also the bottom line that Master can do. ”

No one could have imagined that things would be like this, Ling Zhaoyan's face could not hide the expression of loss, she thought of Zhou Fei's body, and subconsciously held the hilt of the sword.

Zhou Fei immediately pinched Ling Zhaoyan's hand and motioned for her to calm down.

Xianchen said again: "But the sixth senior brother and Miss Ling don't have to be too disappointed, the master knows that the two are coming, and the special little monk is here to greet them." Three days later, at noon, Master would set aside an hour to meet with the two of them. ”

Zhou Fei looked at Yan Chen: "If I didn't know who you were, and I was panting so hard at you, I would have reason to suspect that you were deliberately entertaining me." ”

Yan Chen scratched his head: "Ah?" I want to talk about "The Strongest Waste Material System" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~