Yan Chen led Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan to a separate courtyard to live.

It is less than a stick of incense from the Hanging Temple. The annex is also very quiet, and there are very few people who know about it, so I am not afraid of being disturbed if I live here. If you really swagger into the Hanging Temple, I'm afraid it won't be long before the news spreads to the entire Great Wilderness.

When Yan Chen was about to leave, Zhou Fei stopped him and asked, "I have a question." ”

Yan Chen clasped his hands together: "Sixth Senior Brother, please ask." ”

"You know about Chang'an, right?" Zhou Fei said.

Yan Chen's eyes were a little complicated.

"Looks like you know. Zhou Feixiao: "The monk of Chang'an said that I was the son of the demon king, and then I killed him." The sword idiot beside me blocked the pace of Senior Brother Huahua of your temple. Miss Ling and I are both considered to have a grudge against Buddhism, and now there is a righteous and bright appearance near the Hanging Temple, I want to know what the elders of your temple think?"

Yan Chen exhaled softly and said, "I don't have an opinion." ”

Zhou Fei was curious: "No, how can you say this?"

Yan Chen smiled and said, "Because the sixth senior brother is a disciple of the master. ”

Zhou Fei was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Not bad, I like this answer." ”

Yan Chen folded his hands and bowed: "The little monk will retire first." ”

......

The temple is a great place to meditate.

As soon as it was dark, a bell rang from the Hanging Temple, reminding the monks that it was time to eat after the evening service.

After a while, a little novice came over with a lunch box.

Vegetarian rice.

Zhou Fei ate very deliciously, and he was very full.

Ling Zhaoyan didn't eat much, and her whole person seemed to be preoccupied.

Zhou Fei put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, "Don't worry, everything will be fine." ”

Ling Zhaoyan was stunned.

Zhou Fei smiled: "You are really a girl who won't hide her emotions." ”

Ling Zhaoyan: "You, you, you, ......"

Zhou Fei stood up, walked to the door and stretched: "Why did Chu Weirui agree to my request and go to the grassland to kill Yongyan? Why did the Hanging Temple agree to let us stay? Why did Master Xinpan agree to meet me in a few days." In fact, there is only one reason, and that is that I am dying. ”

Ling Zhaoyan couldn't keep calm anymore, she stood up suddenly, her hands propped up on the table, her nails turned white: "When did you know?"

Zhou Fei said: "My body, can I still be unclear?"

Speaking of this, Zhou Fei paused, turned to look at Ling Zhaoyan: "I'm a demon, how can the treatment method of the temple cure a demon well." All Chu Weirui can do is delay my death, so she proposed that I come to the Hanging Temple, the Buddha's tolerance is better than that of the Daomen, at least there will not be too much rejection of the demonic qi. The light of the goddess is completely incompatible with the demonic energy, and if you encounter it, you will have to kill you. ”

Ling Zhaoyan wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he couldn't say them when the words came to his lips.

Zhou Fei stepped forward and took the initiative to take Ling Zhaoyan's hand: "I still cherish my life, so as long as there is a possibility, I will do my best to fight for it." If the Buddha can't do it, then I'll go to the devil. Don't forget, my nephew is the Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult, and she will definitely have a way to save me. ”

Ling Zhaoyan snorted: "Let's go and worship the Buddha tomorrow." ”

Zhou Fei knew that she wanted to ask for a peace of mind, so he nodded and agreed.

Early the next morning, Ling Zhaoyan pulled Zhou Fei up from the bed.

Zhou Fei opened his eyes and heard the sound of the bell coming from the Hanging Temple.

I don't know why, with the sound of the bell, Zhou Fei's mood became extremely peaceful, and the heat and restlessness of the past few days seemed to be purified at this moment.

The little novice who delivered the meal was changed again.

White porridge, steamed buns and a plate of small pickles are breakfast.

Zhou Fei tore the steamed buns into the porridge, and waited until they were soaked to soften and add them up to eat, the soft steamed buns had already absorbed the white porridge, and when he bit down, his lips and teeth were fragrant, and with the special pickles made by the Hanging Temple, there was no better taste in the world than this.

After eating and drinking, Ling Zhaoyan changed into plain clothes and walked the path to the backyard of the Hanging Temple.

There are several vegetable gardens in the backyard, because it is spring, so the vegetable fields have just been planted, and some scarecrows are planted in the middle of the fields to scare the birds that come to eat the seeds.

There are usually fewer people in the backyard, but now it is even quieter, except for some insects and birds, only the footsteps of Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan remain.

To the southwest of the backyard is the Tallinn of the Hanging Temple.

In each tower, an elder-level relic is enshrined.

There are so many of them that you can't see the end at a glance, and the sky is just dawning, and the fog has not yet dispersed, and the feature film Tallinn gives people a very solemn feeling.

The two walked slowly side by side in Tallinn.

Because of the large number of them, the feature film Tallinn has a bit of a maze flavor, but it's not in a hurry, so it's not in a hurry to leave. Ling Zhaoyan even insisted on clasping his hands together in front of each tower and bowing down in prayer.

Zhou Fei persuaded a few words at first, but Ling Zhaoyan paid attention to it firmly, so he didn't say anything more.

The bottom of each pagoda is engraved with the life of the owner of the relics, and the life of some of the relics owners is very exciting, and more than 1,000 words are written freely. However, the life of some relics owners has only one name.

After spending more than an hour in Tallinn, the two finally walked to the edge of Tallinn, where Zhou Fei saw a somewhat strange tower.

Her overall shape is completely different from other towers, she looks unusually petite, and I don't know if Zhou Fei thinks too much, he always feels that the style of this tower is a little feminine.

This idea is a bit counterintuitive, after all, this is a sacred place for Buddhism, and Buddhism has always been insulated from women.

"Ink, what a strange name. Ling Zhaoyan saw the name at the bottom of the tower: "But it's a little familiar." ”

Zhou Fei was stunned.

Then he knelt down and kowtowed respectfully three times.

Ling Zhaoyan said in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Fei said: "She is from the academy. ”

"Huh?" Ling Zhaoyan frowned, "How come I've never heard her name." ”

Zhou Fei stood up and said, "She is considered a family member." ”

Ling Zhaoyan was even more confused: "Family, is it the wife of one of Mr. Big, Mr. Two, Mr. Three?"

Zhou Fei said: "Neither. ”

"It can't be the Master. Ling Zhaoyan said.

Zhou Fei said: "She is almost my little uncle's wife." ”

Ling Zhaoyan covered his mouth with one hand: "Xin Zhige......"

Zhou Fei turned his head, looked at Tallinn behind him, and said, "Half of the monks here died in the riot back then, the Demon Sect invaded, and the ink girl died tragically in a foreign land. Uncle Xiao single-handedly entered the grassland, destroying the Demon Sect with a sword, and the monk of the Hanging Temple thought of Uncle Xiao's goodness, so he also erected a tower for the ink girl. ”

After listening to Zhou Fei's narration, Ling Zhaoyan also bowed deeply to the "tombstone" of ink. I want to talk about "The Strongest Waste Material System" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~