In the Yunhai Mountains in the south of the Taifeng Dynasty, after five consecutive days of flight, a flying boat can already faintly see the majestic Buddha in the sky that is gathered by clouds. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That Cloud Buddha is really huge!"

Zheng Fan, who was standing on the flying boat, covered his facial expression because he was wearing a hat.

"Yunhai Xiang Buddha is not just huge, among the six major sects of the Taifeng Dynasty, Tiansui Temple is the most transcendent existence, even if it is compared with the powerful sects of the entire Donglin Spiritual Domain, no one will underestimate Tiansui Temple." The book-scented woman who drove the flying boat was already extremely tired.

"This ethereal sea of clouds is too vast, if you fly down again, will there be any problems." Zheng Fan, who let go of Lingjue, was a little worried about the fragrance of the book.

"If you fly like this, you will definitely encounter a cloud ban, and after entering the Yunhai Mountain Range, you can only travel below." As soon as the woman received the imperial treasure, the flying boat had already landed quickly in the mountains and forests below.

"Whew~~~"

With the woman tucking the shrunken flying boat into her cuffs, Zheng Fan's metal body was not only bulky, but fell extremely lightly to the ground.

"If there is no problem with your physical body, coupled with the cooperation of this metal body, it will be very strong." The book-scented woman was a little pity, and praised Zheng Fan.

In fact, what Zheng Fan said before, the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit texts swept away his immortal foundation, and Liu Yueqin wanted to say that she was not curious, it was fake, but she didn't ask.

"What's the use of talking about this now, this time I came to Tiansui Temple, I must solve the problem." Zheng Fan took out his pipe and lit it, and took a puff.

"Your situation is not trivial, it is not possible to do it by interceding alone, if you can't show some impressive heritage, I'm afraid that even if you meet the monks of Tiansui Temple, it will be difficult to have any turnaround." The book-scented woman reminded Zheng Fan.

"In this Tiansui Temple, the only thing that people can value is the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit texts on my body, if anyone can lead these thirty-six ancient Sanskrit texts, they can take them." Zheng Fan didn't show too much of the implications.

"Compared to the Jizo Mountain Range, this Yunhai Mountain Range can be described as an auspicious place for cultivation, you don't need to worry too much when you go to Tiansui Temple, as for whether it can be done, it depends on the situation." The book-scented woman found a clean place and took out the cushion and sat down to breathe.

"Even if there is a metal body wrapping, the physical body is still dissipating in the past five days, the situation is really not optimistic, once the metal body is released, I am afraid that the physical body will not take long to completely annihilate." Zheng Fan secretly thought that in the absence of a good way, he could only pin his hopes on Tiansui Temple for the time being.

In Zheng Fan's waiting, which did not show any impatience, within half an hour, the woman with the scent of books who had calmed down her inner breath had already gotten up.

"Let's go."

The tired state of the book-scented woman recovered slightly, and she had already called Zheng Fan on the road.

"Whew~~~"

With the fragrance of the book and the woman's sweep, Zheng Fan's metal body was even more confident than her.

When Zheng Fan didn't have a problem, he had already discovered that the dead qi in the body of the Shuxiang woman could not be sealed, and it was no longer as simple as the injury had not healed and it was difficult to recover.

"Master!"

Finding that the woman was a little struggling to fly, and her delicate body was unstable when she stepped on the branches, Zheng Fan couldn't help but ask with concern.

"I'm fine, hurry up and try to get to Tiansui Temple in the afternoon."

The book-scented woman didn't mean to let Zheng Fan support her, but urged him to speed up.

The two figures of Zheng Fan and the book-scented woman leaped forward and backward in the forest, even faster than the flying technique.

Turning over a mountain, Zheng Fan looked at it and saw patches of fields.

Just like Liu Yueqin said, the Yunhai Mountain Range is worthy of being an auspicious place for Buddhism to cultivate, at least Zheng Fan didn't feel any danger during the rapid journey.

A few little monks who were watering vegetable fields in the field, seeing Zheng Fan and the scholarly woman rushing to sweep, only folded their hands from a distance as a salute, but did not stop the two from asking about the intention.

By the afternoon, Zheng Fan and the scholarly woman had already arrived at the mountain gate of Tiansui Temple.

"I am the person in charge of the Cui Ling Peak of the Thousand Spirits Sect, and I bring my disciples to meet the abbot of Tianyun and ask for something." Liu Yueqin explained her intention to the little monk at the mountain gate.

"The female donor, please wait, the little monk will go to the abbot."

The little monk saluted the scholarly woman and Zheng Fan, and did not mean to delay, and soon went up the mountain to report.

"This is Tiansui Mountain, according to legend, Tiansui Temple is extremely long, not recorded can be traced, some people say that during the War of the Five Domains, Tiansui Temple already exists, even if the Demon Dao is prosperous, Tiansui Mountain has never been breached." The woman looked at the majestic mountain and said.

"If Tiansui Temple really has a foundation, it will be a good thing for me." Zheng Fan licked his metal lips, desperate for a result.

"Knock~~~"

After a while, Zheng Fan had already heard the bell ringing on Tiansui Mountain.

I don't know why, listening to the melodious and heavy bell, Zheng Fan's mood calmed down a little.

"The abbot is invited, and the two donors can go up the mountain by themselves."

Before the little monk came down, another little monk guarding the mountain gate had already given way to the scholarly woman and Zheng Fanli.

When he arrived at Tiansui Temple, he was summoned by the abbot, Zheng Fan was no longer in a hurry, and walked up the stairs of the mountain road with the fragrant woman all the way, enjoying the natural scenery in the mountain.

"The landscape of this Tiansui Mountain is far from being as deliberate as the Thousand Spirits Sect, if it weren't for the abundant spiritual energy, there wouldn't even be any cultivation atmosphere and strange arrangement." Zheng Fan, who walked up the mountain, only felt that the scenery of Tiansui Mountain had a sense of tranquility and tranquility, and even the monks who came and went in the mountains were all calm, not as sharp as the disciples of the Thousand Spirits Sect.

Halfway up the mountain, because of the cloud-filled relationship, Zheng Fan even had a faint sense of detachment in his heart.

"Something is wrong!"

Walking further up, I faintly heard the sound of reciting Buddhist scriptures, Zheng Fan was wearing thirty-six ancient Sanskrit chains, as if he had been blessed by telekinesis, and the reincarnation breath released also had a tendency to strengthen.

"Xiaofan, what's wrong with you?"

For Zheng Fan to stop, the book-scented woman asked sensitively.

"I'm wondering, is it a good choice to come to this Tiansui Temple, Master, did you hear the sound of reciting Buddhist scriptures? The reincarnation aura of the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit texts on my body has begun to strengthen. Zheng Fan's statement made the book-scented woman not expect it.

"Reciting Buddhist scriptures? I didn't hear that. ”

After the lady gave her reply, she listened carefully, and really didn't hear anyone reciting the Buddhist scriptures.

"I have a feeling that not only will it not solve the problem of the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit texts here, but it will make my own situation more difficult." Zheng Fan expressed the worry in his heart.

"If you have a bad premonition, don't go any further, you wait below, I'll go see Abbot Tianyun and see what he says." The woman felt that she had come here, and she had to do her best to see if she could get a good result.

"Then the master will go up, I'll wait for you outside the mountain gate."

Feeling that the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit texts were blessed by the recitation of Buddhist scriptures, Zheng Fan not only stopped there, but turned around and walked down the peak.

Not to mention the scholarly woman, before that, Zheng Fan didn't realize that after coming to Tiansui Temple, the ancient Sanskrit on his body would be affected by this.

"Didn't even go up to the top of the mountain!"

Zheng Fan, who was going down the mountain, sighed, and the expectations in his heart were somewhat discounted.

"What's wrong with the donor?"

Compared with the speed of going up the mountain, Zheng Fan went down the mountain much faster, and it didn't take long for him to let the little monk guarding the mountain gate see him and couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

"I'm not feeling well, just wait outside the mountain gate."

It wasn't until he withdrew from the mountain gate that Zheng Fan relaxed a little and gave the little monk a response.

Regarding Zheng Fan's return, although the little monk was puzzled, he had no objections, and he seemed to be very talkative.

"Now that the physical body has been harmed and dissipated by the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit, it is estimated that it is difficult to recover, even if the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit can be faded, there are only two ways to go, one is to take away, and the other is to fall into reincarnation." While Zheng Fan was thinking about it in his heart, he already had a tendency.

If falling into reincarnation cannot continue his memory, Zheng Fan would rather take a risk.

On the side of the road at the mountain gate of Tiansui Temple, Zheng Fan, who found a stubborn stone and sat down and smoked a pipe, did not wait for the book-scented woman to come down for a long time.

"What's going on, it can't be that something is wrong, this Tiansui Temple is not a bandit's den, why did everyone go up for a long time, but they disappeared." Zheng Fan, who had been waiting, was inevitably a little anxious when he saw that the sky was getting dark.

"This little benefactor, are you waiting for someone here?"

Just when Zheng Fan was hesitating whether to go up the mountain to find the book-scented woman, an easy-going voice sounded not far from him, and this surprise was not trivial.

I don't know when, three steps away from Zheng Fan's sideways, there was an old man in a gray monk's robe.

Zheng Fan, who was slightly tense, waited until he noticed that the old monk was silently approaching, and he could even realize that if this old monk had bad intentions, he would be more than lucky.

"It's the poor monk who is abrupt and disturbs the little donor."

Finding that Zheng Fan was frightened, the old monk folded his hands and humbly bowed to him to make amends.

The gray-robed old monk had white eyebrows and sideburns, and from the folds on his face and the extremely deep eyes, he knew that he was quite old.

"I am a disciple of the Thousand Spirits Sect, waiting for my master here, she has been up the mountain for an afternoon, and she has not come back yet." Zheng Fan was dressed very plainly from the old monk, but he didn't think he was the abbot of Tiansui Temple.

"Master? If the donor is worried, the poor monk can take you up the mountain to look for it. "The old monk seems to be a little concerned about the woman entering the Tiansui Temple.

"Because I can't stand the telekinesis of Buddhism, it's inconvenient for me to go up the mountain." Zheng Fan said bluntly and refused to the old monk.

"The little benefactor forgives the old monk for being presumptuous, is it because of the Sanskrit in your body?" Even though Zheng Fan had been wrapping his body with a metal body, the old monk still seemed to sense it very clearly.

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