In the narrow corridor, the ground is still a little cold.

Master Wuyi was kneeling at Lu Feng's door, so there were still footprints on the ground when Lu Feng went out.

Eighteen respectfully and bowed down.

Chen didn't bow down, but bowed slightly respectfully.

The so-called Holy Son is a legend of Buddhism.

The Buddha in the mountains says that there are 3,000 beams of light in the world, and each beam represents a noble character.

When the world is filthy, chaotic, and morally corrupt, those three thousand beams of light will fall here to form the Holy Son.

The Son is the embodiment of light.

Buddhism believes in the legend of the Holy Son, and everything in Buddhism is based on the Holy Son.

Their philosophy, their path, their mind, their exercises......

Everything is handed down by the Son, and everything is unfolded by the Son.

And Buddhism is too powerful, and this legend gradually affects the mountain people, especially after the demon girl is born.

It's as if there is darkness, and there must be light to deal with, and the Holy Son and the Enchantress have always been relative since they appeared.

Light and dark, male and female, human and demon.

It's just that the Holy Son is so hard to find that there is no sign of it at all.

"Old man, don't talk nonsense, I'm not a holy son, and what is a holy son?" Chen Anping hurriedly helped Master Wuyi up, but the other party's body seemed to be rooted in the ground, heavier than steel bars.

Master Wuyi was extremely respectful, raised his head, and said with tears in his eyes: "The Holy Son doesn't know anything, you haven't awakened yet, so you just don't know it." ”

"But you have great merit in you. ”

"The poor monk dared to ask you, what do you do?"

Chen Anping scratched his head, but when he saw that Master Wuyi was still kneeling on the ground, he simply sat down as well, he couldn't let an old man do this.

"I'm just an ordinary teacher. ”

"How can it be ordinary, it is their blessing to be taught by you. Master Wuyi said immediately.

"Moreover, it is impossible for a simple teacher to have such great merit, you have done almost nothing, but you have more merit than a Buddha statue. ”

"Great merit, you have already condensed the holy body of Xiaocheng, ordinary evil spirits can't enter your body, have you never been sick, and you have hardly encountered anything unpleasant?"

Chen Anping nodded.

"That's right. Master Wuyi smiled joyfully, "Holy Son, please allow the poor monk to get up." ”

Chen Anping looked bitter: "Master, don't say that. ”

Master Wuyi was unhurried and got up with Eighteen: "Holy Son, please allow the poor monk to visit your room." ”

Chen Anping scratched his head: "Master, you all come in." ”

Chen Anping lives alone, his house is very clean, and the air is filled with the fragrance of elegant ink.

As soon as Chen entered the door, he saw a pair of words: "Anping and happy." ”

"Good words!" he rarely had mood swings, but at this moment, his eyes were shining, and his body seemed to freeze in place, looking directly at the words.

The word is a line, but there is a taste of real peace and joy, over the years, Chen seems to be cold, but every time he cultivates, he is a little tired.

However, at this moment, if the tiredness in his heart was gently swept away by a broom, his whole body immediately relaxed a lot.

Chen has reached the copper skin realm, even if it is the calligraphy of the world, it can rarely affect him.

But this pair ......

Chen looked at Chen Anping's gaze, becoming more and more respectful.

Chen Anping's room is full of calligraphy, in addition to calligraphy, there are some books, many books, involving various categories.

The scent of books and ink.

"Good words, really good words!"

Master Wuyi exclaimed, "I have never seen such words in the world, if when these words are written, they are infused with aura, then a word becomes a talisman, and it is an extremely powerful talisman." ”

"You are indeed the Holy Son, there is no doubt about this, although ordinary people will have merit, but you have not done anything great, you have such merit, it is almost innate. ”

"In this world, only the Son is the carrier of merit. ”

"Holy Son, Demon Maiden......" Suddenly, Eighteen muttered, saying these two words.

Master Wuyi's whole body was cold, and he looked at Lu Feng's residence fiercely, and there was a cold sweat behind his back.

"Could it be such a coincidence that the Holy Son and the Demon Maiden live opposite the door, or is it a trick of the Demon Maiden, who already knew about the Holy Son and borrowed the Holy Son to hide her identity, or did she want to kill the Holy Son before he woke up?"

"What a terrible witch!"

Master Wuyi was terrified, if he and the others were a few steps late, would the Holy Son die at the hands of the demon girl.

"Holy Son, it's not safe here, the poor monk will take you to the Buddha Sect immediately. Master Wuyi said, in fact, he is still uncertain, whether it is the Holy Son, not that he has the final say, nor is it the Buddha who has the final say, but has to be verified by the Buddha.

"I am not the Son...... Master, I'm just an ordinary person, and I have a class tomorrow, so I won't go with you. Chen Anping politely refused.

Eighteen said: "Master, before the Holy Son awakened, he was originally an ordinary person, and it is rumored that the Holy Son has his own red dust that needs to be experienced. ”

"I'm in a hurry...... "Master Wuyi sighed, "The Holy Son is holy