"On the way here, I heard that there is a monk in Zheyuan Temple. I wondered, is that high monk also living in this leisurely and quiet bamboo forest?"

"This bamboo forest has been clean for thousands of years, and everyone thinks that it has been forgotten by the world. Who would have thought that there would be such a smart and lovely little benefactor today. The big monk looked at Murong Lingfeng and nodded, "It's just that I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the little donor, there are no high-ranking monks in the bamboo forest, just two sloppy monks!"

Murong Lingfeng nodded, "I originally thought that I could save Zheyuan Temple when I met a high monk, but it seems that I was wrong, and I am afraid that Zheyuan Temple will really be destroyed this time." ”

Hearing the words "Zheyuan Temple", the big monk frowned slightly, "What happened in the temple?" Even the little monk put down the work in his hand and ran over.

Murong Lingfeng shrugged, "I don't know the specific situation, it's just that when we came to Zheyuan Temple today, we saw a group of monks holding sticks blocking the door of the temple. Yuan Fei thought they were welcome in the middle of the road. Later, Yuan Fei's horse was startled and rushed to the temple gate, but was fortunately stopped by an old monk. Then there was a voice that said that the old monk should hand over the demon monk within three days, otherwise he would wash Zheyuan Temple in blood!" Murong Lingfeng thought about it carefully, there should be nothing missing, "That's about it." I have no spiritual powers, so I can't judge the spiritual power of the messenger. However, looking at the old monk's solemn expression, it was like facing a great enemy! If it weren't for the imperial concubine who broke in without saying anything, the old monk would never let me enter Zheyuan Temple! I thought that you were a high monk who lived in seclusion behind the mountain, and maybe there would be a way to save him, but now it seems that the future of Zheyuan Temple can only be left to fate. Murong Ling added fuel to the fire, and deliberately made the matter serious, just to see what kind of reaction the great monk would have.

The great monk did not disappoint her, his expression became more and more solemn, he put down the teacup in his hand and looked in the direction of the temple. "This group of old fools, picking up some nice things, has always reported good news and not bad news! There is such a big thing in the temple, and they still want to hide it from me! Bingyu, pack up your things, and go back with your teacher!"

"Wait, Master!" Bing Yue said to stop, "Her words alone are not enough to believe." Master might as well wait for another hour, wait for the junior brother to come and ask clearly, and then make a plan. ”

The great monk sighed, "If it is an ordinary day, it is natural to be a teacher who does not believe it." But do you remember what day it was three days later?"

Bingyu was stunned for a moment, looked back at the blood cedar tree, and his expression brought out some sadness, "Time flies so fast, with a flick of your fingers, it has been a thousand years." ”

"The evil fruits that were planted for the teacher thousands of years ago are now just self-reaping the fruits. At this moment, the great monk was much calmer.

Bingyu refused to give in at all, "This evil result is caused by me, and there is no reason for the master to suffer on behalf of the apprentice! Please allow the master to allow Bingyu to solve this matter!"

"How are you going to solve it?" the great monk asked.

Bingyu looked at the blood fir tree again, "One life for one life!"

"Nonsense!" the great monk said, "You have to go back to my room now and think about it!

"Master!" Bingyu still wanted to argue.

But the great monk couldn't help but say, "What, now you don't even listen to me? Go back to your room!"

Bingyu had no choice but to answer unwillingly, "Yes, Master." ”

Murong Lingfeng tilted his head and sat on the stone bench watching the play, and he didn't forget to shake his head, "I think your apprentice is more courageous than this master!

"He is the lord of a city, and he should have his own deeds. It's already hard for me to be by the old monk's side for so many years, and the old man can't hurt him anymore!" The great monk said helplessly, "Everything happened back then because of me, and now, let the old man come to an end!"

"What can you end up? It's just a life for a life, what's the difference with your apprentice? At most, it is a different death, so that the hatred can be eliminated?" Murong Lingfeng asked rhetorically, "Great monk, are you willing to hand over this matter to me?"

The big monk looked at her curiously, "Could it be that the little benefactor has a way to let this hatred drift away with the wind?"

Murong Lingfeng thought for a moment and shook his head, "What already exists cannot be erased. Even if it is covered up for a while, it will leave traces. However, there is one thing that is easier to remember and more willing to give everything for it than hatred. ”

The big monk was slightly stunned, "The little donor is ...... mean?"

Murong Lingfeng looked up at the tall blood fir tree not far away, "Hope!"

"yes...... Hope ......" The great monk was silent for a long time, and suddenly looked at Murong Lingfeng again, "This battle is not easy to fight, the little benefactor is willing to lend a hand, but what do you want?"

Murong Lingfeng smiled slightly, "Sure enough, dealing with smart people is worry-free." She looked directly into the eyes of the great monk, "I want to learn the art of resurrecting the soul by borrowing corpses." I hope Master Xuanjing will teach you!"

That's right, this great monk who lives in the bamboo forest is the famous Master Xuanjing, the abbot of Zheyuan Temple, and the one who was locked in the room by Master Xuanjing and thought about it behind closed doors was Gu Xuan, the previous owner of Fengxi City.

In that year, Fengxi City was in turmoil, Gu Xuan was killed by traitors, and his body was killed. Master Xuanjing's disciple Bingyu voluntarily appeared in the flesh to help Gu Xuan come back to life and live again, but he ended up as a lonely ghost. However, Gu Xuan is also a true hero, after the disaster in Fengxi City subsided, he handed over the affairs in the city to his confidants, but he retired and returned to Zheyuan Temple, and continued to serve Master Xuanjing as Bingyu. He couldn't give this life back to Bingyu, so he had to finish this life for him in the way he longed.

Unexpectedly, this treatment is a thousand years.

Master Xuan Jing never expected that she would put forward such a condition, he looked the little boy up and down, "If the old man is not mistaken, the little donor has no spiritual power in his body, I am afraid he is a crippled person." ”

Murong Lingfeng nodded, she didn't think to hide it, "That's right, I don't have any spiritual power at all now, and I can't even beat a pheasant! However, it is precisely in this way that the master can teach me the art of borrowing corpses to return souls without any scruples, isn't it?" Because without spiritual power, even if she learned the technique of borrowing corpses to return souls, she would not be able to use it. There is no difference between this teaching and not teaching Master Xuanjing.

But this is also where Master Xuan Jing is puzzled, "Since you have learned the art of borrowing corpses to return souls, it will not benefit you at all, why do you still want to learn it?"

"Don't be overwhelmed by more skills, in case I am cornered, I can also tell others that I will borrow the corpse to return the soul, maybe others can look up to me and show me a way out?" Murong Lingfeng said half-truthfully.

Master Xuan Jing didn't believe it, "If people know that you will borrow the technique of resurrecting the soul, it will only invite greater disasters." Besides, if you really want to use this evil art to gain glory and wealth, I will never teach it to you. Tell me the truth, what do you have to save?"

Murong Lingfeng lowered his eyes slightly, no longer as radiant as before, and seemed to be a little more stunned, "He, I'm afraid he can't be saved by the technique of resurrecting the soul." ”

Master Xuan Jing looked at her thoughtfully, and after a while, asked, "Can the little benefactor ask the old man to check your pulse?"

Murong Lingfeng stretched out his hand to him.

Master Xuan Jing, touching the pulse of the little boy with one hand, and hiding it in the monk's robe with the other hand secretly calculated, as time went by, he became more and more frightened, and couldn't help but murmur, "It's you!"

"What?" Murong Lingfeng didn't hear clearly.

Master Xuan Jing withdrew his hand, and looked at Murong Lingfeng's eyes a little different, no longer showing compassion for all things in the world, but giving birth to a little kindness, "The old man has just investigated, and the little benefactor is not a crippled person, but a person with high spiritual power. It's just that he was injured by the evil qi and temporarily sealed the spiritual power. However, if you are taught the art of resurrecting the soul by borrowing the corpse now, and then double the damage to the little benefactor's body, the old man will never be able to do it. However, since the old man has answered you, he will do it. It's better to do this, after the matter of Zheyuan Temple is resolved, the old man will walk with the little donor, and when the time is right, he will teach the little donor the art of resurrecting the soul by borrowing the corpse, okay?"

"You want to go with me?" Murong Lingfeng became more and more unable to understand this "enlightened monk", "Do you know where I'm going?"

Master Xuan Jing raised his hand and pointed to the sky, "The huge holy realm, which can attract small donors, is only a holy mountain on the left and right, and the old man can guess it accurately." ”

As if some secret had been revealed in public, Murong Lingfeng subconsciously straightened his back, "Do you know what I'm going to do?"

"Find a good person, continue the edge. Master Xuan Jing said.

Murong Lingfeng tightened his sleeves, and his eyes staring at Master Xuan Jing were much deeper, "According to what Master said, this beloved is really in the Holy Mountain?"

Compared with Murong Lingfeng's nervousness, Master Xuanjing's side was very indifferent, "The lives of the two of you are entangled in life and life, and the little benefactor should ask himself instead of asking the old monk." If you say he's in the Holy Mountain, he'll never be in the Demon Realm!"

Murong Lingfeng had already believed seven points at this time, "Dare to ask the master, can I get what I want on this trip?"

"This trip is a wish, but also a debt, whether you can get what you want depends on whether the little donor is ready to repay the debt. ”

Master Xuan Jing's words, Murong Lingfeng became more and more incomprehensible, "Master is me, I owe him?"

Master Xuan Jing smiled and shook his head, "It's you who owe a deep affection, and you owe heaven justice." Master Xuan Jing looked at the little boy's frowning brows and sighed lightly, "You are still too young, and it is natural that you don't understand." That's it, you just need to remember, don't forget your original intention, since you love him, you believe in him, and don't doubt him. ”

Murong Lingfeng nodded as if he didn't understand—Yun Mo even gave her his life, how could she doubt him? Besides, she had gone through all kinds of hardships and dangers to get here, wasn't it just to be able to see Yun Mo again? As long as he was good, she would be satisfied.

It wasn't until the stars filled the night sky that she followed the little monk who came to deliver vegetables and fruits to Master Xuanjing back to Zheyuan Temple, at that time Mrs. Rongyue had been looking for her for a long time, and when she returned safely, her hanging heart was put down.

Yuan Fei also lived in the same courtyard with them, and couldn't help but nag a few words, "Where have you run to? Look at your wife, she was in a hurry, and she almost didn't turn over the entire Zheyuan Temple." ”

Murong Lingfeng leaned against the tree and looked at the starry sky, unwilling to answer her.

Yuan Fei was bent on provoking her, not opening which pot to mention, "You won't be lost again, right?"

The little boy glared at her, "What do you have to do with it?"

Yuan Fei raised her eyebrows and showed a wicked smile, "Is this annoyed and angry?" Yuan Fei ignored Murong Lingfeng's cold eyes and put his hand on her shoulder, "Where do you want to go in the future, follow my sister! Although my sister may not know the way to go, she must remember that the way back is better than you! Remember to call my sister next time!"

At this moment, Murong Lingfeng shook his head, Yuan Fei's face changed into another face that captivated the country and the city, and said to her with the same bright smile, "No matter where you are, my sister will be by your side." If you want to wander the world, your sister will set sail for you, and when you are tired and want to rest, your sister will open up a quiet harbor for you. No matter where you are, you will have a sister to protect you. You just have to be willful and presumptuous!"

"Xue'er......," Murong Lingfeng murmured softly.

Yuan Fei blinked, "Cher?"

The little boy came back to her senses suddenly, she pulled Yuan Fei's hand down, and said mercilessly, "I have a sister, and I don't want another one." ”

Yuan Fei bit her lower lip angrily, suppressed her anger, grinned again, and pounced on Murong Lingfeng's body, "Ahh

"Yuan Fei, don't be rude!" Master Huizhen wanted to say something to stop Yuan Fei, but was stopped by Mrs. Rongyue.

Lady Rongyue smiled and pulled Mrs. Huizhen to the side and sat down, "It's okay for children to make trouble, let them go." Before, I was still thinking that along the way, a few of us old women were afraid that we would be bored with the wind, but fortunately, with Yuan Fei here, we could play together among our peers. ”

Master Huizhen also shook her head helplessly, "Yuan Fei, this child is the only daughter of my senior brother in charge, and the youngest disciple of Gui Yuanmen, for so many years, he has been spoiled by us for a long time, shouting and killing all day long, and there are no rules at all." I'm afraid that she didn't hurt Murong Xiaogongzi lightly. ”

"Children, bumps and bumps are common, it's nothing, let them play. Rong Yue said with a smile.

Because of these two children, Mrs. Rongyue and Mrs. Huizhen can also talk in one place. As he spoke, the topic inadvertently turned to Qiankun Zhu, "Madame came to Fengxi City thousands of miles away, didn't she come for Qiankun Zhu?"

Mrs. Rongyue looked suspicious, "I didn't come here this time to come to this Zheyuan Temple on purpose, but I just wanted to visit the famous mountains and rivers of the Holy Realm and relax." As for Qiankun Zhu, Rongyue had never heard of it. Please also ask Master Huizhen to solve the puzzle, what is this Qiankun Pearl?"

Mrs. Huizhen looked at Mrs. Rongyue and didn't look like she was lying, is it really a coincidence?" It's just that Zheyuan Temple may not be peaceful these days, if Mrs. is not here for Qiankun Zhu, it is better to leave as soon as possible. ”